Yamada, Mamoru (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thestudyof) wrote2022-03-04 11:27 pm
thestudyof) wrote2022-03-04 11:27 pm
[Story/Post]
Mamoru was working.
It wasn't late for once, but it was after most people had gone home for the day, around 8pm. After being given strict orders to not do anymore late nights, he himself was packing up his work to leave, but dawdling on purpose to go over his thoughts-- namely about Akira, and how to handle the recent news and issues about him, but also about himself.
He knew he had to deal with this sooner than later. He'd been feeling more and more weary each day he let it wait, honestly, and it might be the thing that Hasegawa had warned him about: that ignoring it would only make it worse, now that he was "aware" of it.
But every time he thought about talking to Failnaught about it, he felt a searing aggravation that he couldn't fully place the source from. Sure, he was annoyed at him personally for basically... projecting this identity upon him, and making Labrys get involved, but he felt like there was something deeper to it, too. Something he couldn't put his finger on.
Which made it all the more awkward when he turned around and saw someone standing in front of the door, having let themselves in. A figure he didn't immediately recognize, having never met him, himself.
But a part of him knew exactly who it was, feeling that anger well up inside of him again.
"F-- Failnaught...?!"
Failnaught looked around the testing room, taking in the surroundings, the robotic machinery on the walls, the Action Dueling control booth... Before settling on Mamoru with his steely stare.
"I got your ultimatum. So I'm here."
Mamoru unconsciously attempted to grasp at something around him, as though he felt like he needed to defend himself, but found nothing but his work bag. He had been warned about Failnaught's "timing" as it were, but somehow he didn't expect it to actually happen. He took a hold of his bag in leiu of any real form of defense, trying to calm himself down.
"Yes. I can see that. Why are you here?"
Failnaught stepped forward, calmly. Mamoru couldn't help but remember the last time someone approached him when he was trying to leave for work, and took and unconscious step back. Failnaught, noticing this, stopped himself a decent distance away.
"I think the reason is obvious enough. I'm here to help."
Mamoru's mouth twitched at the words. "Help with what? I'm doing fine, without your involvement. Why don't we keep it that way for the moment?" He attempted to zip up his bag in order to take his leave, but Failnaught didn't budge, or really notice the venom coming from the man.
"Duel me, then."
Well, that made Mamoru stop at least. "... What?"
"Duel me. It's the normal form of conflict in these matters, isn't it?" Failnaught took a stance, a disk forming on his arm, metallic and green, like his weapon. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer I take you back to our home by force, Scythe?"
Now that made got Mamoru pretty irritated. Labrys had been really good about not calling him that, so hearing it made him see a little red. He opened back up his bag, pulling out his disk, and that deck. That deck he'd been stuck with this whole time, White Rider and all, before loading it up. "I'm not going anywhere, especially not with you. Or with anyone. I'm going back to my home, where my nephew is waiting." His nephew, who he needed to keep an eye on. Who he had to keep at least relatively safe...
No, he couldn't afford to have this interrupt anything. If Failnaught had gotten any closer, Mamoru probably would've tried to knock him out with the duel disk instead. But instead, he kept his distance, his disk activating as he loaded it up, and Failnaught's activating in response.
"We'll see what you say after this duel, then." Failnaught took Mamoru's anger in stride, realizing this is the quickest way to get anything done. No... if anything, this was the ideal situation.
Nothing wakes someone up faster than intense emotion, after all. He needed to confirm as much as possible, if this was how it was going to be.
--
"Are you going to do nothing?"
At this point in the duel, Mamoru already had out The Pilgrim of the Burning Abyss, as well as Dante, Virgil, and a Libic in defense, while Failnaught's LP was at a measily 1400. He had done virtually nothing the whole duel, and he had kept his expression unreadable the entire time.
"What do you wish for me to do? Have you worked through your aggression towards me, yet?"
Mamoru's fingers twitched, his turn ending. "Have you just been going easy on me, so I could "work out my aggression"? There's nothing to work out, Failnaught. You've been nothing but a problem on my mind. So stop--"
"Stop what? "Going easy" on you? I haven't been "going easy" on you, Scythe-- I've simply been waiting for the right moment."
Failnaught drew, before pointing to the card he'd had set. "Activate, Bujinunity!" His one Bujin, Mikazuchi, returned to the deck, as he threw away his whole hand: Hare, Boar, Boar, Wolf, Asada. "I add to my hand! Bujin Hirume! Bujin Yamato! Bujin Torifune!"
The three cards came to his hand, as Torifune was immediately summoned, and then tributed, forming into Bujin Mahitotsu and Bujinji Centipede. "Form the Linking arrows!"
Mamoru was surprised at those words-- a Link summon?! But indeed, the two arrows formed from the two monsters, as it appeared: Bujinki Ahashima. "I use it's effect-- summon from my hand, Bujin Yamato. From my grave, Asada!" The two monsters appeared, as Failnaught raised up his hand. "Yamato, Asada. It's time to Overlay!"
The two monsters nodded in response, before jumping up and turning into a dust that swirled around the field. "Xyz Summon! Bujintei Susanowo!"
The monster landed on the field, surrounded by the two wisps of light that formed the materials, before absorbing one. "I add Bujingi Crane to my hand." Mamoru winced slightly. He knew that monster doubled ATK, but... "I then banish the Asada I just removed. Special Summon, Bujin Hirume!"
As though in an instant, Failnaught immediately had a formidable field. Mamoru wasn't sure how it happened, a part of him reeled, as though going, "where was this strength before, you fool--?", which he quickly quieted. That wasn't him that thought that. It didn't feel like him. He could feel a searing pain in chest for a moment, pulling himself back to reality as Failnaught started up his attacks. Virgil went down as he drew. Libic went down as well. But the Dantes stayed...
"I end my turn."
Mamoru drew his card. ... It wasn't a great option, but... "I activate Allure of Darkness." He drew two, and then banished his one monster that he drew. Malacoda. The two cards he drew though... would be useful, but then he looked at his Dante, the Xyz, sitting there... maybe he could do something at least...
But he thought to himself. Should he take that risk? Should he allow himself to use that monster? With Crane in Failnaught's hand, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but--
No, if there was any time to use it, it'd be now. He'd been working so hard restoring that card. He should use it.
"I reconstruct the Overlay Network!" Mamoru held out his hand, as the searing pain in his chest started up once more-- something he had to go to great lengths to ignore. "I don't control any Spells or Traps, so I use Dante as the material." His hand clenched into a fist as Dante vanished into dust, as a glitched number appeared overhead and on his hand. "Harbinger of death, guide the souls to the abyss...!"
Failnaught stood firm, knowing what was coming, but looking mildly concerned as the image seemed... Corrupted, somehow. It was amazing at it was, that it was being summoned at all, but he could only imagine the disconnect, the pain...
"Xyz Summon! Number 1XX: White Rider of the Heavens!" The monster seemed to crash into being from the space that formed, it's one material surrounding it as it stood next to the Pilgrim. "I use the material it has to negate Susanowo's effect, and halve it's ATK until the end of your turn!"
Susanowo faulted, going to one knee as it's strength was sapped from it, but Failnaught seemed mostly unconcerned, staring at White Rider with a mournful look. But Mamoru was a bit out of sorts, not wanting to notice Failnaught's expressions. The pain in his chest had intensified, and he could feel the sweat on his forehead...
He had to end this duel quickly. Very quickly.
"Battle! Dante, Pilgrim of the Burning Abyss! Attack Susanowo!"
The Pilgrim went in to attack, but Failnaught then simply discarded his card. "Bujingi Crane. I increase Susanowo's ATK to be double of his original strength."
Oh, that's the wording I couldn't remember. Mamoru mildly cursed to himself as Susanowo made a sudden retaliation, destroying Pilgrim with nothing to show for it but the damage dealt.
But--
"White Rider! Attack Susanowo!"
Susanowo's strength had left it as quickly as it had come to it, as White Rider sliced through the monster. Leaving it undamaged, but the force of it going through to Failnaught, who was left at 200 LP.
"I set-- I set two cards... and end my turn." A 50/50 shot with that Centipede lying in wait... If he could just win this coin-toss...
"I draw." Failnaught simply drew, and then looked at the two cards, as though a pathway in front of him. He took just a moment to think, and went with his instincts, pointing to the right hand side. "I banish Bujingi Centipede to destroy your set card."
Mamoru let out a more audible curse as the ghostly Centipede appeared, destroying the Mirror Force.
"I then banish Bujingi Boar to force the White Rider into defense, and reduce it's defenses to 0!"
The ghostly Boar then appeared next, it's spirit twisting around White Rider, before it was forced from it's white steed and made to kneel, similarly to Susanowo before it.
Mamoru knew already that he had no means of recovery from what was to follow, as White Rider was destroyed by the weakened Susanowo, and then he took the attacks from Hirume, from Ahashima, and then from a Yamato that was summoned before the battle had begun.
In the end, he was left with only 100 LP. Exactly 100.
And as Failnaught ended his turn, Mamoru felt the aggravation just... ease out of him, helped from the removed presence of White Rider causing the pain in his chest to lesson, and yet...
No, he was still annoyed. But he had absolutely lost this duel.
He drew his card, and knowing what was to come, he placed his hand over the deck, the monsters vanishing in response.
--
Failnaught waited a moment before saying anything, noticing the exhausted look on Mamoru's face. "... I'm surprised you had opted to surrender."
"Did you expect me to stand there and take your attack head-on, instead?" Mamoru held his head, feeling the ache coming on, compounding the soreness he was already feeling from before. "Really, Failnaught...
What do you want from me, that we'd be doing this?"
Failnaught allowed his duel disk to vanish as he stepped closer towards Mamoru, carefully. He may have won, but approaching too aggressively seemed to be an ill-informed decision. However, once he got close enough, he carefully put a hand onto his shoulder.
"Scy-- no, Yamada is the name, right?" Failnaught looked just as weary. "Whether or not you want to accept this, I saw it in the duel. You're in pain. Whatever happened, it hasn't wholly assimilated with you. And it's only going to get worse, the longer you avoid this."
Mamoru stared at Failnaught, wanting nothing more than to push his hand off of his shoulder, to ignore him, but the ache in his chest came upon him again, causing him to seethe.
"-- Fine. Fine, I get it. I don't like you, but you're not exactly lying that this is a problem." Mamoru clenched his jaw, the gaunt definition seemed clearer. "What can you do about it, then?"
"Come back to our home--"
"Your home, you mean."
"My home, yes." Failnaught corrected himself. "I can help to fix what might be causing the issues. Physical bodies are admittedly... a blind spot for me. But I was able to help Morall-- Koyo. I was able to help Koyo, before. I can likely help ease your pain."
"And why can't you do it here?"
"It'll be easier for me to access the material offered by the Legendary Numbers, if we're on the island, to help fix what's inside of you." Failnaught squeezed his hand slightly on the shoulder. "And to be quite honest, in the time it would take me to get the permissions to remove one of the cards and come back here to retrieve you, I can't trust you won't have second thoughts and run away, Yamada." Failnaught put emphasis on the name, trying desperately to keep in mind. Don't call him Scythe. Don't.
Mamoru, however, didn't entirely appreciate it, but understood the lack of trust. "... Fine. I get it." He finally pushed the hand off of him.
"Just how long is this going to take?"
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[Post]
I'll be taking a couple days off for the weekend, for medical reasons.
Akira, stay at home until I get back. You can have over friends, but I'd prefer you stay inside for the moment. If you order out for food, just tell me and I'll reimburse you.
It wasn't late for once, but it was after most people had gone home for the day, around 8pm. After being given strict orders to not do anymore late nights, he himself was packing up his work to leave, but dawdling on purpose to go over his thoughts-- namely about Akira, and how to handle the recent news and issues about him, but also about himself.
He knew he had to deal with this sooner than later. He'd been feeling more and more weary each day he let it wait, honestly, and it might be the thing that Hasegawa had warned him about: that ignoring it would only make it worse, now that he was "aware" of it.
But every time he thought about talking to Failnaught about it, he felt a searing aggravation that he couldn't fully place the source from. Sure, he was annoyed at him personally for basically... projecting this identity upon him, and making Labrys get involved, but he felt like there was something deeper to it, too. Something he couldn't put his finger on.
Which made it all the more awkward when he turned around and saw someone standing in front of the door, having let themselves in. A figure he didn't immediately recognize, having never met him, himself.
But a part of him knew exactly who it was, feeling that anger well up inside of him again.
"F-- Failnaught...?!"
Failnaught looked around the testing room, taking in the surroundings, the robotic machinery on the walls, the Action Dueling control booth... Before settling on Mamoru with his steely stare.
"I got your ultimatum. So I'm here."
Mamoru unconsciously attempted to grasp at something around him, as though he felt like he needed to defend himself, but found nothing but his work bag. He had been warned about Failnaught's "timing" as it were, but somehow he didn't expect it to actually happen. He took a hold of his bag in leiu of any real form of defense, trying to calm himself down.
"Yes. I can see that. Why are you here?"
Failnaught stepped forward, calmly. Mamoru couldn't help but remember the last time someone approached him when he was trying to leave for work, and took and unconscious step back. Failnaught, noticing this, stopped himself a decent distance away.
"I think the reason is obvious enough. I'm here to help."
Mamoru's mouth twitched at the words. "Help with what? I'm doing fine, without your involvement. Why don't we keep it that way for the moment?" He attempted to zip up his bag in order to take his leave, but Failnaught didn't budge, or really notice the venom coming from the man.
"Duel me, then."
Well, that made Mamoru stop at least. "... What?"
"Duel me. It's the normal form of conflict in these matters, isn't it?" Failnaught took a stance, a disk forming on his arm, metallic and green, like his weapon. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer I take you back to our home by force, Scythe?"
Now that made got Mamoru pretty irritated. Labrys had been really good about not calling him that, so hearing it made him see a little red. He opened back up his bag, pulling out his disk, and that deck. That deck he'd been stuck with this whole time, White Rider and all, before loading it up. "I'm not going anywhere, especially not with you. Or with anyone. I'm going back to my home, where my nephew is waiting." His nephew, who he needed to keep an eye on. Who he had to keep at least relatively safe...
No, he couldn't afford to have this interrupt anything. If Failnaught had gotten any closer, Mamoru probably would've tried to knock him out with the duel disk instead. But instead, he kept his distance, his disk activating as he loaded it up, and Failnaught's activating in response.
"We'll see what you say after this duel, then." Failnaught took Mamoru's anger in stride, realizing this is the quickest way to get anything done. No... if anything, this was the ideal situation.
Nothing wakes someone up faster than intense emotion, after all. He needed to confirm as much as possible, if this was how it was going to be.
--
"Are you going to do nothing?"
At this point in the duel, Mamoru already had out The Pilgrim of the Burning Abyss, as well as Dante, Virgil, and a Libic in defense, while Failnaught's LP was at a measily 1400. He had done virtually nothing the whole duel, and he had kept his expression unreadable the entire time.
"What do you wish for me to do? Have you worked through your aggression towards me, yet?"
Mamoru's fingers twitched, his turn ending. "Have you just been going easy on me, so I could "work out my aggression"? There's nothing to work out, Failnaught. You've been nothing but a problem on my mind. So stop--"
"Stop what? "Going easy" on you? I haven't been "going easy" on you, Scythe-- I've simply been waiting for the right moment."
Failnaught drew, before pointing to the card he'd had set. "Activate, Bujinunity!" His one Bujin, Mikazuchi, returned to the deck, as he threw away his whole hand: Hare, Boar, Boar, Wolf, Asada. "I add to my hand! Bujin Hirume! Bujin Yamato! Bujin Torifune!"
The three cards came to his hand, as Torifune was immediately summoned, and then tributed, forming into Bujin Mahitotsu and Bujinji Centipede. "Form the Linking arrows!"
Mamoru was surprised at those words-- a Link summon?! But indeed, the two arrows formed from the two monsters, as it appeared: Bujinki Ahashima. "I use it's effect-- summon from my hand, Bujin Yamato. From my grave, Asada!" The two monsters appeared, as Failnaught raised up his hand. "Yamato, Asada. It's time to Overlay!"
The two monsters nodded in response, before jumping up and turning into a dust that swirled around the field. "Xyz Summon! Bujintei Susanowo!"
The monster landed on the field, surrounded by the two wisps of light that formed the materials, before absorbing one. "I add Bujingi Crane to my hand." Mamoru winced slightly. He knew that monster doubled ATK, but... "I then banish the Asada I just removed. Special Summon, Bujin Hirume!"
As though in an instant, Failnaught immediately had a formidable field. Mamoru wasn't sure how it happened, a part of him reeled, as though going, "where was this strength before, you fool--?", which he quickly quieted. That wasn't him that thought that. It didn't feel like him. He could feel a searing pain in chest for a moment, pulling himself back to reality as Failnaught started up his attacks. Virgil went down as he drew. Libic went down as well. But the Dantes stayed...
"I end my turn."
Mamoru drew his card. ... It wasn't a great option, but... "I activate Allure of Darkness." He drew two, and then banished his one monster that he drew. Malacoda. The two cards he drew though... would be useful, but then he looked at his Dante, the Xyz, sitting there... maybe he could do something at least...
But he thought to himself. Should he take that risk? Should he allow himself to use that monster? With Crane in Failnaught's hand, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, but--
No, if there was any time to use it, it'd be now. He'd been working so hard restoring that card. He should use it.
"I reconstruct the Overlay Network!" Mamoru held out his hand, as the searing pain in his chest started up once more-- something he had to go to great lengths to ignore. "I don't control any Spells or Traps, so I use Dante as the material." His hand clenched into a fist as Dante vanished into dust, as a glitched number appeared overhead and on his hand. "Harbinger of death, guide the souls to the abyss...!"
Failnaught stood firm, knowing what was coming, but looking mildly concerned as the image seemed... Corrupted, somehow. It was amazing at it was, that it was being summoned at all, but he could only imagine the disconnect, the pain...
"Xyz Summon! Number 1XX: White Rider of the Heavens!" The monster seemed to crash into being from the space that formed, it's one material surrounding it as it stood next to the Pilgrim. "I use the material it has to negate Susanowo's effect, and halve it's ATK until the end of your turn!"
Susanowo faulted, going to one knee as it's strength was sapped from it, but Failnaught seemed mostly unconcerned, staring at White Rider with a mournful look. But Mamoru was a bit out of sorts, not wanting to notice Failnaught's expressions. The pain in his chest had intensified, and he could feel the sweat on his forehead...
He had to end this duel quickly. Very quickly.
"Battle! Dante, Pilgrim of the Burning Abyss! Attack Susanowo!"
The Pilgrim went in to attack, but Failnaught then simply discarded his card. "Bujingi Crane. I increase Susanowo's ATK to be double of his original strength."
Oh, that's the wording I couldn't remember. Mamoru mildly cursed to himself as Susanowo made a sudden retaliation, destroying Pilgrim with nothing to show for it but the damage dealt.
But--
"White Rider! Attack Susanowo!"
Susanowo's strength had left it as quickly as it had come to it, as White Rider sliced through the monster. Leaving it undamaged, but the force of it going through to Failnaught, who was left at 200 LP.
"I set-- I set two cards... and end my turn." A 50/50 shot with that Centipede lying in wait... If he could just win this coin-toss...
"I draw." Failnaught simply drew, and then looked at the two cards, as though a pathway in front of him. He took just a moment to think, and went with his instincts, pointing to the right hand side. "I banish Bujingi Centipede to destroy your set card."
Mamoru let out a more audible curse as the ghostly Centipede appeared, destroying the Mirror Force.
"I then banish Bujingi Boar to force the White Rider into defense, and reduce it's defenses to 0!"
The ghostly Boar then appeared next, it's spirit twisting around White Rider, before it was forced from it's white steed and made to kneel, similarly to Susanowo before it.
Mamoru knew already that he had no means of recovery from what was to follow, as White Rider was destroyed by the weakened Susanowo, and then he took the attacks from Hirume, from Ahashima, and then from a Yamato that was summoned before the battle had begun.
In the end, he was left with only 100 LP. Exactly 100.
And as Failnaught ended his turn, Mamoru felt the aggravation just... ease out of him, helped from the removed presence of White Rider causing the pain in his chest to lesson, and yet...
No, he was still annoyed. But he had absolutely lost this duel.
He drew his card, and knowing what was to come, he placed his hand over the deck, the monsters vanishing in response.
--
Failnaught waited a moment before saying anything, noticing the exhausted look on Mamoru's face. "... I'm surprised you had opted to surrender."
"Did you expect me to stand there and take your attack head-on, instead?" Mamoru held his head, feeling the ache coming on, compounding the soreness he was already feeling from before. "Really, Failnaught...
What do you want from me, that we'd be doing this?"
Failnaught allowed his duel disk to vanish as he stepped closer towards Mamoru, carefully. He may have won, but approaching too aggressively seemed to be an ill-informed decision. However, once he got close enough, he carefully put a hand onto his shoulder.
"Scy-- no, Yamada is the name, right?" Failnaught looked just as weary. "Whether or not you want to accept this, I saw it in the duel. You're in pain. Whatever happened, it hasn't wholly assimilated with you. And it's only going to get worse, the longer you avoid this."
Mamoru stared at Failnaught, wanting nothing more than to push his hand off of his shoulder, to ignore him, but the ache in his chest came upon him again, causing him to seethe.
"-- Fine. Fine, I get it. I don't like you, but you're not exactly lying that this is a problem." Mamoru clenched his jaw, the gaunt definition seemed clearer. "What can you do about it, then?"
"Come back to our home--"
"Your home, you mean."
"My home, yes." Failnaught corrected himself. "I can help to fix what might be causing the issues. Physical bodies are admittedly... a blind spot for me. But I was able to help Morall-- Koyo. I was able to help Koyo, before. I can likely help ease your pain."
"And why can't you do it here?"
"It'll be easier for me to access the material offered by the Legendary Numbers, if we're on the island, to help fix what's inside of you." Failnaught squeezed his hand slightly on the shoulder. "And to be quite honest, in the time it would take me to get the permissions to remove one of the cards and come back here to retrieve you, I can't trust you won't have second thoughts and run away, Yamada." Failnaught put emphasis on the name, trying desperately to keep in mind. Don't call him Scythe. Don't.
Mamoru, however, didn't entirely appreciate it, but understood the lack of trust. "... Fine. I get it." He finally pushed the hand off of him.
"Just how long is this going to take?"
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[Post]
I'll be taking a couple days off for the weekend, for medical reasons.
Akira, stay at home until I get back. You can have over friends, but I'd prefer you stay inside for the moment. If you order out for food, just tell me and I'll reimburse you.
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*Failnaught gestured for Mamoru to enter the Sanctum properly*
Come. I'm ready for this.
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*Mamoru heeded the gesture, heading inside the main plaza of the Sanctum with Failnaught--
And is immediately struck by the number of weapons there are, inside of it, like a temple's grounds. Even as he's guided past the rows and rows of weapons-- he could feel an unsaid anxiety building up in the pit of his stomach.*
... These are... All of the other Barians?
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Do you... recognize any of them?
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I'm surprised there's so many, that's all. I would have thought you'd be doing all you can to try to revive them in some way.
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It's been a long, audacious process. A procedure like reviving an entire race of beings requires more than one set of hands, and needs a tremendous amount of energy... But also requires the one I'm reviving to be ready, as well.
Not that I haven't had some progress. I've had assistance with determining the ones most ready to be reawakened. But there is... Corruption from being worn away by the Ettosyleit, that I cannot get past.
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Corruption? *Mamoru's fingers twitched a little, as though feeling like he should have a hold of something...*
I guess it's simply not in your skill set, then.
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No, this is something that would need a finer touch, than what can currently be provided.
*Failnaught finally brings Mamoru to the main building on the far end*
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And he noticed the spot that was covered by a banner in the wall, that gave him an unidentifiable feeling from the energy it seemed to give off, but he opted to push that sensation away.
Failnaught then brought him to the front of a terminal, that seemed to have four lights out of seven lit up around it...
Most importantly, since walking into the building, Mamoru had felt an unsettling queasiness on him, coming from the place that's been causing the most pain, and he'd wondered what could even begin to be causing it...*
What exactly... Is this meant to be?
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Number 44: Sky Pegasus. Number 54: Lion Heart. Number 64: Ronin Raccoon Sandayu. Number 65: Djinn Buster.
*he then gestured to the three unlit* With Number 46: Dragluon, Number 73: Abyss Splash, and Number 94: Crystalzero, acting as the three remaining connective terminals that are still fully active and operational. As such, it was opted that they should be returned to there in their main forms.
*Failnaught thought for a moment, before speaking more*
I don't think even Scythe would have recalled this. Most of us had forgotten about it. But our purpose originally was to monitor the information that the Legendary Numbers gathered, about this world. It's why our sources were so... Close, to that of humans, and even human-like beings of other worlds. Until the Astrals thought us put to better use, stemming the endless onslaught of demonic creatures.
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*Mamoru almost felt pity, but then he remembered he was still angry at Failnaught-- no, if anything, hearing about that made him even more annoyed. Something... Something was missing from his equation...*
What do you plan on doing, bringing me here specifically?
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*Failnaught gestured to a slab that had been set up-- obviously to make it easier to work in this situation, though he had, at least, attempted to provide some minor comfort in the form of cushioning.
Mamoru immediately suspected that Labrys insisted on it, as he laid down upon it.*
Before I continue with this, I'm going to warn you, you may feel intense pain. The last time I attempted anything involving a human's body, it was to help Moralltach-- Koyo-- with the gaping hole in his chest cavity, that was exposing his Core.
Now, I don't imagine I'll need to handle anything on that level, but I don't know what injecting power into what remains of Scythe's Core will do for you, specifically, other than hopefully resolving the regular pains that you feel.
Are you prepared for that?
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Even if I said that I wasn't, the problem is, I'm already here. And I doubt you're going to want me to leave at this point if I have any second thoughts.
I want this over with so I can go back to Akira without worrying about having a heart attack before I'm 40.
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*Failnaught placed his hand over Mamoru's chest, as though hovering slightly, as the terminal seemed to intensify with it's glow. Arcs of electricity coming from it to reach him, and to his hand, almost touching*
Last chance to have the ability to refuse.
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*Mamoru had to bite back his words as the sudden pain went through him from the electricity's effects-- very clearly coming mainly from the metal that was inside of him, but also he could feel it from his wrist, where his Limiter was still sitting, like it was burning from the effect of whatever Failnaught was doing.
He used the last of his strength to tear it off, causing it to clatter to the stone floor, before losing consciousness.*
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But it does make his work easier, as he continued despite the lack of movement-- with humans and other physical beings, so long as they're breathing, that's what matters, isn't it?
Plus stopping it now would've been worse, and it wasn't until he felt his work had been complete that he finally eased up, the pain lessened on Mamoru's facial features, but still refusing to awaken just yet.*
There, hopefully now, those issues will stop arising for him... What was that thing he removed?
*Failnaught's attention was taken by the Limiter, which was still smoking a bit from the effects of the 'restoration'. He gingerly picked it up, and noticed it seemed to be burned out on the inside ring.*
... Next time, make sure anyone removes metal before procedures. Got it.