The Bloom

Ch 4


Chapter Five

Are we supposed to do something?

Shh,” Ado hushed, turning her open palm towards Uchū.

Kauri cleared his throat, stepping forward to greet the enigmatic figure above him. “We’ve been looking for you for quite some time. There’s something we believe you have, something you can lead us to.”

“Take us there.” Kauri’s eye burned from underneath the brow of his mask. "Now."

The figure stood in silence, his silver hair waving in the occasional gust of wind, while Kauri maintained a steady gaze. The seconds turned into minutes, neither party showing any indication of actually responding. Relic’s muscular neck broke the silence, creaking as it turned towards Kauri, and slowly lurching to one side as he neared his height to murmur under his breath. “Is he dumb?

“…Maybe he can’t hear us.” Uchū tipped his head to one side. “Can you see if he has ears?”

“It was to my understanding that Wild of the Wild Masks was in possession of a face.” Relic mused, reaching to scratch at a chin that didn’t exist. “Is he really the one that freed the Demon?”

The figure’s head abruptly turned to face Relic, and the entire party froze once more. “He moved that time,” Relic pondered out loud. “Do you think it was because I made mention of the D-”

Ssshhhhhhhhut up.” Kauri hissed, slowly turning his vicious eye onto Relic. “Shut up shut up shut up.”

“Sir,” Uchū stepped forwards, clutching one forearm with the opposite hand and conveniently ignoring the repeated gestures from Kauri and Ado to get him to stop. “Maybe there’s been a misunderstanding. We’re looking for Wild, of the Wild Masks. Do you know where he is?”

The silent figure continued his brilliant soundless performance of eyelessly staring into Relic. After several seconds with no reply, Uchū gave a despondent shrug and trudged back toward Ado, sitting on a small piece of rubble and resting his chin on his palms.

“Look, we don’t have a lot of time.” Kauri huffed, pacing slightly as he desperately waited for a reply. “You’re the only one who knows where it is and how to find it, so people say. You’re the one who brought about, well, you know who… Are you gonna help us out?”

Alright, fine.” He growled, bracing himself. "The Demon."

Snapping his blank face towards the sound, the figure launched off the building and came crashing down towards Kauri, who increased his density just before the outstretched heel of his opponent could connect. The attached leg let out a sickening snap, lying twisted and broken as the figure collided with the ground.

No sooner had the impact occurred, however, than the figure swiftly stood, his shattered limb twisting about and repairing itself beneath his pantleg. Reaching out, the figure grabbed the edge of Kauri’s bladed mask and abruptly yanked him forward, catching his head with the one remaining hand and crumpling him into the street.

“Relic!” Ado snapped, prompting the giant to swing a massive uppercut into the torso of the figure, whom Ado immediately increased the acceleration of to send him flying upwards. Uchū ran over to Kauri’s crumpled side, grabbing him by the shoulder and needlessly shaking him around. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah,” Kauri coughed. “His right arm is left-handed.”

“We should not remain here.” Relic hastened, dragging the shipping container over and clumsily opening the door. “Get inside, everyone. You will have to control the speed of the fall. I will join you later.”

“Don’t mention you know who-ghhk” Kauri gargled as Relic’s massive hand temporarily closed his throat whilst grabbing him by the torso. “He’ll just fingd you eajhier that wauhy.”

“Understood.” Relic forcefully pushed Kauri inside and hefted the shipping container up onto one hand. “Have a pleasant flight.”

Reeling back, he lunged forward and threw the shipping container with all his might, requiring very little additional acceleration from Ado to push it along. Uchū closed his eyes and held tightly to Ado’s arm as the container flew through the air, while Kauri tried to pull himself out of the furniture.

As the container tipped the end with the door upwards, leaving Kauri to catch the plastic dishes that fell from the open cabinets, Ado craned her head out of the open doorway and eyed their surroundings. “Everyone out.” She mumbled after a moment, leaning against the side while she flexed the powers of her glasses. “We’re here.”

Dumping the plates, Kauri clambered through the open doorway and dumped himself out onto the street. The sliding glass doors, stained with dust and filth, presented themselves to him immediately after he disembarked. Backpedaling away to get a clearer look at the building, Kauri chuckled under his breath and folded his arms in satisfaction as Uchū struggled to help Ado out.

“Well, now.” Kauri gestured to the door as Ado focused on lowering the shipping container to the ground as gently as she could, Uchū tapping her leg to draw her attention towards the shattered hospital sign above the sliding door. “Relic doesn’t aim too bad for a guy with no eyes.”

“Are you sure you have eyes?”

“Please stop being so rude.” Ado hushed, sighing as Kauri jumped down the center of the stairwell and splintered the bottom floor with his added density. “I think his suggestion to start with the lower levels makes a lot of sense. We only have to walk through the entire building once this way.”

“Coming up or down before or afterwards doesn’t really change anything.” Uchū admitted, lowering himself down each step with caution. “I just figured we’d check here since we’re starting so close to the bottom.”

“I can’t think of an unlikelier place for Wild to be than the hospital basement.” Kauri grumbled, pushing through a small door and ducking to avoid the low frame. “If I were here, I’d want a view with-”

" …With what?" Ado mused, watching as Kauri stopped in place and snapped back toward the door.

“That’s a security door,” Kauri mumbled, walking back to the door and pushing it open again. “The lights are on and the front door was functional, but the alarms didn’t go off.”

“Maybe the alarms burned themselves out by now,” Uchū hypothesized as Ado squeezed past Kauri and continued forward. “It’s been two years, after all. We don’t know how long they would’ve been on.”

“Why is there another elevator here?” Ado pointed at a slim pair of elevator doors at the end of the hallway.

“Must be maintenance,” Kauri dismissed, dipping inside an empty room and abruptly reappearing. “Hey, wait a minute. There’s a sign on that. Go read it while us tall people check these rooms over.”

Uchū lightly stomped toward the elevator in a huff while Ado looked on disapprovingly. “Stupid tall people privileges… Uh, it looks like a light? No, wait, ‘ultraviolet light surgery.’ Is that what we want-”

“Of course there’s a basement basement,” Kauri grumbled, pushing Uchū to the side and smearing his hand across the down button. “Never trust a hospital to do a good job organizing their floor plans.”

“You’ve got to be more careful around Uchū,” Ado scolded, lifting the cream-white figure in her arms and gently patting his malleable head. “He’s very delicate; we don’t want anything happening to him.”

“Oh no, how horrible.” Kauri jammed his finger into the button for the lowest level and leaned against the elevator wall. “What happens if he does get hurt? Does he shoot out air and fly across the room until he deflates?”

“I get hurt and I heal from it,” Uchū grumped, folding his arms and trying very hard not to show how nice Ado’s head massage felt. “Do you become tolerable if you get punctured?”

“Hey.” Ado flicked her fingers across Uchū’s scalp. “Be nice, both of you. I don’t want Wild backing out of working with us because you keep fighting.”

“There’s a simple way to avoid it.” Kauri huffed, elbowing his way through the doors as soon as they opened, revealing a dimly-lit hall in a much cleaner state than the rest of the hospital. “Admit that I’m right and move on.”

Ado sighed, gently lowering Uchū to the ground and following after Kauri, whose bladed mask poked in and out of side rooms as he traversed the empty hall. “It’s too clean,” He mumbled, trailing his fingers along the wall and rubbing them together. “Someone’s been cleaning here. No cobwebs, no dust.”

He approached a door which, like those he had poked his head inside before, contained a small panel of glass to see through. The slightest glimpse through the glass prompted an immediate backpedaling, and a cautioning hand was extended towards the two approaching him. Pushing off the wall he had slammed into, he slowly cracked open the door.

The room was dark, but the soft glow of electronics inside provided a light blue ambience which swept over its contents. Lying in the hospital bed was a static figure, his silver hair draped down to the base of his head. The hospital gown he wore covered a set of pajamas with little sheep printed across them.

Curious.” Kauri lifted the static figure’s empty left sleeve. “Very curious.”

Ch 6

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My work got canceled for today and I threw this chapter together pretty fast as a result :sunglasses:

You should've been mercy (please kill me for referencing that)

At this point I can safely say it is a post-apocalyptic setting, at least in Japan. The ending of Wild Masks set the stage for a lot of pandemonium, and a lot else has happened in the two years since.

WHERE :eyes:

I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure if you had the right level of brainrot to deal with Wild Masks shenanigans.

Now I’m sure :smirk:

Boooring :sleeping:

He might as well be trapped in 2012 with some of the insults he comes up with :unamused:

Nope! get pranked silly message boards user :smirk: :100: :fire:

Maybe this other one he found is the real Wild…

I wonder where everyone’s gone.

I cannot confirm or deny allegations that Minethuselah looks like a 40 yr old

I will find them and then I will find you :eye_in_speech_bubble: :eye_in_speech_bubble:

Tonight on Top Gear
I check into the hospital
James parks the car
And Hammond gets ridiculed for being short

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Is his right hand left handed though :clown_face:

This is pretty much exactly what I imagined after reading this guys description.

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Ch 5


Chapter Six

“Where does this get us?”

“That,” Kauri gestured to the figure on the bed, “has got to be Wild. Whoever it is running around with a backwards hand is just a copycat, maybe a yokai of some kind that got the details wrong.”

“He was certainly a livelier color,” Ado mused, feeling the bone-white skin of the motionless figure’s neck. “No pulse. But if he’s rotting, he’s doing it in a very weird way.”

“That thing wasn’t a yokai either.” Uchū clambered onto the bed, lifting and dropping the empty left sleeve with an inquisitive attitude. “Maybe the product of a yokai, or maybe someone’s got a really weird mask that makes inaccurate flesh amalgmatons of people.”

“Amalgamations.” Ado corrected.

Uchū shook his head. “I will never understand English. It’s not amalgmaton but it is automaton, and automation is something completely different. I don’t get all these A words and their unnecessary complexity.”

“How about atrophy?” Kauri puzzled, lifting up the figure’s shirt and exposing his stomach. “Dude’s got a six pack from lying in bed for two years.”

Wow.” Ado raised her eyebrows dramatically, sending an elboy Kauri’s way. “Don’t be getting jealous now, big guy.”

“That isn’t funny,” Kauri grumbled, throwing the shirt back down. “Why didn’t his muscles starve themselves after all this time? He can’t have been here long. Otherwise he wouldn’t have any of that.”

“Oh! I know! I know!” Uchū threw his hand in the air excitedly. “He was being fed a mixture of proteins to keep his body from pulling stuff from the muscle! It’s like how they did it in that film you showed me a couple months ago where the guy is in space and-”

“No tubes.” Kauri pointed at the flickering machinery. “Nothing running from his body to anywhere else here. Not even for waste. Either he hasn’t been here that long, or something strange is going on. Either way I don’t like it.”

“Maybe this isn’t really Wild?” Ado touched the figure on the shoulder. “Maybe it’s a clone of him from after a certain point. Maybe that’s what the other thing was, too. A discarded clone.”

There was a sudden click from the hall, the sound of mechanical components moving inside a metal door. Swiftly Kauri flipped off the light switch and ducked behind the solitary chair in the room, with Ado scooping up Uchū and escorting him to the other side of the bed. After a minute of silence she let him out of her arms at his gesture, and he began slowly creeping towards the barely-opened door.

His progress was temporarily interrupted by Kauri using one foot to push him closer to the opening. Uchū smacked the extended shoe away with a frown and turned back towards the door, slowly peeking through and cautiously observing the entire hall.

There’s nobody here.” He looked back inside. “Maybe it came from somewhere else?

We’re not gonna stay and find out.” Kauri clambered upwards, striding to the bed and scooping the figure up in his arms. “Watch our back, tofu. We’ve got more back to watch than you do.”

Uchū flopped his arms with a huff, impatiently waiting as Kauri pushed the door open with his knee and cautiously exited into the hall. Ado followed at his heels, doing a far better job at covering the rear than Uchū, whose smooth head turned towards every perceived noise in terror while completely disregarding everything else. As the elevator ascended with the party safely inside, Uchū’s eyes remained locked on the empty sleeve of the lifeless figure, reaching out hesitantly to grasp it but retreating when Kauri’s menacing gaze turned to meet the motion.

Uh oh.” Kauri’s eyes flashed as the elevator descended the moment they exited it. “Move, people. Now.”

Kauri centered himself at the base of the stairs, and with a nod to Ado, he leapt upwards, decreasing his own density while Ado increased his acceleration to send him floating upwards. After hooking his foot around the stairway guardrail and pulling himself to the ground floor, Ado picked up Uchū and jumped, repeating the motion without the density control, Kauri catching the collar of her high-cropped coat and pulling her in as she neared.

“I have made a tremendous discovery,” Relic rumbled, picking himself up through the demolished hospital entrance and brushing away the ruins of the welcome desk. “This is most certainly not Wild. But it looks as though you found him? Red Scare will be most pleased.”

“I’m sure.” Kauri huffed, racing over and peering out the open hole. “You got him, then? Where is he now?”

As the figure greatly resembling the one in Kauri’s arms stepped through the open hole, Relic snapped forwards at blinding speed, his fist sending the character rocketing backwards and spinning off the rocks. “He was just here. You may have missed him.”

“Take this one.” Kauri handed off the motionless figure as he stalked through the shattered entrance, spotting the silhouette rising to his feet in the distance. “I’m staining the air with his guts.”

“A pity.” Relic glanced back towards Ado as the faceless figure raced to meet Kauri beneath the entrance of the dilapidated hospital. “Someone was probably planning on breathing it.”

The rough plating of the creature buckled, shifting itself to accommodate the harsh strikes of its foe. Effortlessly lifting a large slab of shattered concrete, it tossed the substance forward, recoiling as it exploded into dust in front of its target.

Thick, black smoke billowed endlessly out of the scarf surrounding the figure’s visage, his brows obscured by the golden circlet stretched across them, its detailed exterior that of a Chinese dragon. The rest of his body was wrapped in dark cloths, which he tightened across his forearms as he stepped forward.

Howling, the creature’s oddly human face flashed its white teeth, the train pass still clutched in its grip. Wordlessly the cloth-draped figure stepped forward, raising his hand and striking savagely at the creature’s face. He backpedaled dramatically as the creature, entirely unfazed from the attack, attempted to grab at his extended hand.

“Hit it again.”

The figure braced, striking forward with an open palm with tremendous force, the air around the creature blasting away and ripping dead grass from the ground around it. Yet the creature did not move, its lifeless red eyes locking onto the extended palm with an offended air.

“Interesting.” There was a creaking from behind the figure, a flash of light preceding a creeping golden shine across the ground. It split to pass the figure, crawling to meet the creature and slowly working its way up its legs.

The creature panicked, turning and immediately collapsing as its lower legs, now solid gold, weighed it down. It pressed on, rising to its feet and hobbling along until its hips had transformed. Pulling itself away by its hands, the lifeless red eyes now shone with fear as it looked back at its pursuers.

“I knew you had fear in you.” The voice smiled, the smoking head of its subordinate eclipsing all of the creature’s view while the gold enveloped its form. “You can defy the Demon’s power, but you cannot resist the gold.”

Ch 7

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Finally, some action :sunglasses:

…almost :sob:

We need our ultimate theorizer to come back to the Boards so we can determine if this guy’s hand is all right or if it’s just what he has left :pensive:

Tonight on Top Gear
I lift up a man’s shirt
James grabs a man by the neck
And Hammond gets pushed around

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I found 4 typos, but I’m not telling you where

but check your quotation marks, you often use a period where it should be a comma

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Pics or it didn’t happen :triumph:

If Greg Farshtey shows up in this topic and says “source is me” I am going to lose it

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Well, time to catch up on the theorizing!

Procrastination

Hmm… Wasn’t it Ren who did that? Either they don’t have complete information… or we don’t.

Is Kauri being serious here, or derisive of Ado asking the question? It’s a little hard to tell.

That’s a nice escape route.

Good, Ado! Defend Uchū from that mean Kauri!

Interesting… But who?

That’s weirdly humorous.

I mean, if you saw my standardized test scores, you might change my mind, but that’s neither here nor there. :brain:

Since I was late on my theorizing, let’s find out now!

I’m pleased the illustration adequately depicted the flower-man as Ghid described him.

Procrastination: Part 2

Okay, so it wasn’t just him being derisive before. The other Wild actually does have a reverse hand, like the Rakshasa in D&D:

But Ghid’s self-insert swore Wild would be brought back alive, and he would never mislead anyone:smirking_face:

Uchū, the Elemental Master of Disproving Kauri’s Speciesist Assumptions That Everything Bad is a Yokai.

:rock: :raising_hands: :man_astronaut:

While I think it’s amazing to encourage vegetarian diets, I cannot condone Kauri’s continued bullying of poor innocent Uchū. I say he’s innocent, but now it’s a matter of waiting until we find out if Uchū is actually wanted for several war crimes…

I swear, I relate to Uchū more and more every chapter.

What is his obsession with this sleeve? Is he Wild’s Vezon or something, a part of someone turned into a fully-formed and sentient being, but an arm instead of Vezok’s intelligence?

I’m not sure it’s clear exactly what he’s worried about? Was it the Wild clone, or something else?

I love everything about his description. I love scarves, I love dragons, and dark cloths just sound so interesting!

Until I got to this, I assumed the creature was the aggressor, but knowing about the peaceful resolution earlier with Kauri makes me suspect that the truth may be more muddled. Plus, good guys usually aren’t the ones:

No! Not the train creature! Leave it alone, King Midas! (Midas sounds a little like @Minethuselah… Perhaps…)

Well, I think these are going to be new villains. After all, it’s usually the bad guys who throw money at their problems…

Now for theories:
Wild wasn’t brought back properly, so he was brought to a hospital (likely the same one everyone seemed to go to in Wild Masks), where he is being kept alive by the Demon to fulfill his obligation to Ren. But the Demon didn’t want anyone getting to Wild, so he used his control over Wild’s form to make a molecular duplicate who guards the place. But Wild’s part-Hawk now, so that’s probably going to be unfortunate for the poor souls who just grabbed him out of his prison…

(Unless the one they took out of the hospital isn’t Wild.)

Wait… Maybe the faceless one is Wild, and someone removed his face for him so that Hawk would be gone. He’s now guarding the hospital from those who would remove something relating to the Demon’s plans, one way or the other. The reason he only recognizes the Demon’s name is because he was left with very little of his personality except for the rage he felt at the demon; most of his intelligence was Vezon’d off into a new Hawk or the other Wild in the hospital basement.

The Demon’s incursion on the world allowed countless other spirits to escape, sending the world awry as it was forced to deal with the entities of myth. This led to the collapse of many civilization, as they could not deal with these powerful beings.

Red Scare’s either a bad guy, or the name’s misleading. He probably has something to do with McCarthyism, whether through inspiration or through his opposition to Ren the Russian. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had something to do with Midas and the cloth-covered figure, whether he’s their leader or he’s actually one of them.

He has been active on the Boards lately. Someone could ping him, theoretically…

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I was only able to find three

How am I supposed to learn the short tofu man lore without (the very real) Jeff Goldblum to help :sob:

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fine

should be a comma after bed, because the sentence in quotations hasn’t finished

Should be a comma after color, as “mused” is a verb indicating a character speaking something, indicating the sentence continues after the quotes. If it were another word, you could end it with a period and have it technically be grammatically correct.

See previous explanation.

See previous explanation.

I did tell ya where to find em meesta gheed

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Ch 6


Chapter Seven

Kauri’s eyes locked onto the featureless visage of the silver-haired figure before him. His tattered black clothes fluttered in the wind, draped against his body as he bolted to meet the crew beneath the hospital.

“Get ready to leave.” Kauri flexed his shoulders with a satisfying pop following the motion. “This won’t take very long.”

Uchū strained to reach the doorknob of the shipping container while Ado adjusted her glasses in anticipation. The figure lunged at Kauri, throwing a punch which was slowed so dramatically it halted in midair, the furious figure producing a squealing growl from somewhere in his body. Kauri eyed the figure in dissatisfaction for a moment before reeling back and slamming a dense fist directly through the figure’s chest, blowing a considerable hole through it.

There was no blood. There wasn’t any notable bones or even internal organs. And as the bizarre flesh of the figure recoiled from the impact, a number of hands extended from the skin-like wound and gripped onto Kauri’s arm.

Left hands.

The HECK?! Kauri recoiled, dramatically upping the density of his forearm as the figure’s additional extremities threatened to snap it in half. Pulling the figure down with his trapped arm, Kauri sent a second fist directly at his blank, featureless face, only for a collection of fingers to burst forth and trap the hand that cratered the smooth visage.

The figure’s neck suddenly expanded, a hole blown through it by a speeding pebble. Ado followed up the attack with two extremely precise shots that severely decreased the amount of tissue in the figure’s head, weakening his hold on Kauri. “You gotta break out!”

"I’m trying!" Kauri protested, planting a foot on the figure’s shoulder and only realizing too late that the figure was fully capable of reaching through his own tattered clothes to restrain him. “Relic, do something already!!”

“I found success only in tremendous force.” Relic lifted Kauri by the back of his collar between his thumb and forefinger. “Please retain significant density to avoid injury after you are airborne. I should be able to aim you straight upwards.”

Reeling back, the giant swung his arm out across his body, launching Kauri out at a horrible angle which sent him arcing across the sky. Relic watched the trajectory for a moment, mentally calculating where he would land and realizing, after a moment, it was a bit far.

“Oops.”

“Hope you like the return trip!” Kauri bellowed over the wind, smiling confidently under his bladed mask. “I’d say it’s been fun, but it’s really not. You’re a pain to deal with.”

Kauri’s smile rapidly disintegrated as the figure abruptly let go of him, falling at a much slower rate with less density and fanning out additional arms from his sides, slowing his descent and allowing some means of midair maneuverability. There was nothing Kauri could do, having built up too much speed to decrease his density and risk impacting the ground in such a state, and so he angrily watched as the inhuman figure angled his descent elsewhere.

Kohiwi, if you’re responsible for that guy, I’ll-

Kauri’s foot clipped the corner of a tall rooftop before he had finished relaying his thought, sending him spinning into the ground at a rough angle and blasting the soil beneath him. With a groan, he pulled himself from the crater he formed and abruptly snapped his head upwards as his searching hand ran into something above him.

The figure was six feet tall, but the absurd spiky hair he possessed gave him an extra couple feet of height at minimum. His bone-thin body was covered in a tight leather coat and pants which gave no impression of either muscle definition or a proper skeleton beneath. He had no facial features, his eyes taking the form of inverted triangles cut into the substance of his body, with two red pupils shining out of the darkness.

Kauri hesitated as the figure extended a hand of assistance, not least because the hand — as well as the entire figure — was made of straw, proportioned like a cartoon character, and felt artificial in appearance. Before he could decide, however, he was abruptly lifted by the seat of his pants and shoved out of the crater by, as he turned to identify the culprit, an exact duplicate of the figure previously before him.

“What’s your deal?” Kauri snarled, turning back and forth between the pair as he sought some identifying sign to signify which was the superior. “Who are you with, then?”

The figures gave no reply, having no mouths to speak. Then turned instead to the horizon, and Kauri flinched as he followed their gaze to meet a long, slow-moving silhouette slowly growing larger with each distant step. Kauri’s fingers sank into the soil as he felt the distant shudder of the earth as the terrific shape neared.

Right.” Kauri swallowed, rising to his feet as slowly as he could. “Red Scare.”

“We’ve got nowhere else to go.”

Uchū fidgeted intensely as the giant Relic lumbered along, frequently leaning to one side to see past Ado. “Hey, focus. We’re gonna be okay. Just because the onibi couldn’t get through doesn’t mean we can’t.”

“Hold on to something.” Relic adjusted the position of the shipping container on his back, briefly popping Ado and Uchū into the air. “We are running out of time. Watch the sky.”

Ado slid back until she ran up against Relic’s spine, Uchū hurriedly crawling across the shipping container towards her as the giant beneath them broke into a lumbering run. Something above the trio began a staggered descent, doing its best to catch what little currents of wind it could and close the distance to them. It produced an unholy noise as Ado flexed the power of her glasses and severely decreased its momentum.

“Ooooohhhh we’re there.” Uchū shivered, having leaned around Relic’s massive shoulder and made contact with the thick black vapors comprising the deep zone, the colloquial term for a low dome of unknown darkness blanketing a circular area of nearly a kilometer across. “There’s no yokai that’s ever gone in here and made it out. No stories. No fables. I couldn’t even begin to guess what it’s made of.”

“Please don’t go in there.” His glassy eyes turned in desperation to face Ado. “I don’t want- … I don’t want to die.”

Relic had slowed his approach, eyeing the black fog hesitantly and turning his head as Uchū’s plea reached what remained of his ears. Sensing his trepidation, Ado gave him a pat on the back of his neck. “I’m right behind you, big guy.”

Uchū’s eyes began to water, his arms shaking as he looked in terror at the substance before him. Suddenly pulling him close, Ado wraped her arms around him and kept him pinned to her chest, gently patting his head as Relic steeled himself and pushed forwards.

For a brief moment, the darkness was all that Ado could see, all light consumed by the thick fog. Then, as Relic knelt down to touch the shadowed ground, she caught a glimpse of something beyond the shadows — not a penetration of the barrier, but an actual source of light. Uchū wriggled his head out from where it had been pressed against Ado’s collarbone, blinking in surprise at the shining line in the center of the darkness.

“I cannot see the ground.” Relic lowered the shipping container down for a moment, gently resting it on the rocky terrain as Ado slowly descended, feeling about with her foot as Uchū sat on her shoulders, wiping his eyes repeatedly. “You must traverse for me and guide my way. And you must hurry.”

“Alright,” Uchū swallowed, helped down by Ado into the impenetrable darkness. “Wait, how come I can see you guys, though?”

“We are not the ground.” Relic hefted the shipping container once more, adjusting the strap across his shoulder that secured it to his back. “The darkness wants to hide this place from someone, not to hide the someone. It chooses what to hide.”

Uchū had descended further into the void, his figure grey and faded in the thick fog. The sentence froze him in place, and he ratcheted his head around to face Relic with his shoulders drawn to his neck and undisguised concern in his eyes. “Oh. So it’s…”

Relic nodded, trudging forwards into the blackness with cautious precision. “A yokai.”

The young man was dying.

Ever since he was seven years old, he had idolized the criminal underworld surrounding him. Beyond the impoverished surroundings, only one group had the balance of youth induction and the visible power he longed to partake in.

Ruapehu Keo — the Peak of Ruapehu.

Working his way through the ranks, he performed every possible task that would net him greater respect and control — running errands, transporting ammunition, hiding drugs where adults could not reach, even participating in tense shakedowns and witnessing torture — but nothing compared to his idolization of martial arts. Muay Thai, Mau Rākau, Capoeira, Krav Maga, the very best and the most connected to kickboxing. It was his calling in life, and he devoured every reference he could find.

Now, however, he was sixteen. Debts with Ruapehu Keo had plunged his family into even greater poverty than they had been in before, and it was reinforced with a hit that took his father from him in a spray of bullets. Hounded by his former employers for months, he had grown paranoid of the calls of birds, too similar to the adopted cry of Ruapheu Keo’s scouts.

Fleeing his family to save them from persecution, he sold everything he possessed. He dealt the many illegal substances he had previously hidden for the gang to pay them back. And yet Ruapehu Keo smelled blood in the water; they would squeeze until there was nothing left.

It was in this state that, cornered by the gang in the forests of his home, he took the brunt of a hail of bullets that sent him tumbling down into the brush far below, closing his eyes as his assailants sent a rotting log tumbling down to cover him.

The world grew silent around him as the air turned cold. With one hand over his heart, he could feel the strain of each beat as it grew weaker and weaker.

“You are not far from the grave.”

His eyes darted to the hanging rot inside the log, which swayed on its own in the dark. “Yet I have a middling interest in your continuance. Do you posses a name?”

K- Kauri…” He gasped for breath, growing faint as his blood rapidly left his body. “Like theT- Tree…”

“Well then, Kauri,” the voice spoke, its inflections chosen with surgical precision, “give me your heart. I will fill the void within you, and bring new life to that which is so close to ending.”

The voice cooed to itself. “I can see your thoughts upon that blank canvas of a face you have. I am playing a game with forces beyond your understanding. Your humanity is my price, to feel what you feel and see what you see. Now decide, before I drop your life and move on."

Yes.”

“Then speak my name.” The rot rattled, something beneath its hanging decay churning Speak the name Kōhiwi Rangi and I will answer your call."

KKohiwwhhhh…” The young man wheezed, his eyelids softly covering his vision and plunging him into darkness. From above him the rot moved, sifting as skeletal hands poked through the decay and pressed against his chest, more pressed against his cheeks to form the word Rangi with what little air he had left.

As more hands descended and scooped underneath his wounded body, the log mounted upwards, throwing off a considerable amount of bark and mush. It took the form of a war canoe, creaking as it curved beyond what was physically capable. Its bow faced the sky, the curved hull splitting into defined segments as it curled up like a shrimp, several skeletal legs extending from the hollowed-out inside of the boat to suspend its new position.

The stern had an ornate vertical structure which, in its new position, aimed down as the canoe curled inwards. It was heavily decorated with ornate carvings, swirling patterns, and structurally consisted of two large blade-like prongs, which curved away from each other at the tip. The base of the structure housed a large circular portion which joined the two prongs, greatly resembling a massive eye.

As the canoe lifted itself upwards, its secondary structure on the prow dug into the ground like a fish tail, announcing the descent of Kauri’s limp body with dramatic flair. There was a hole in Kauri’s shirt, the skin beneath having rapidly crawled back atop his robcage, beneath which now churned a wooden heart.

“I am you, now and forever.” The canoe rumbled, its voice sounding from every tree in the forest. “I will know your fears, your vice, your every waking thought. I shall even know your dreams… Although I suspect it would benefit us both if I waited until you were awake to share such information with you.”

“Granted,” he sighed, glancing up into the heavy treetops with a melancholy air, “I shall know you much better by then. I shall know all of humanity so well before long.”

Ch 8

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I hope Kauri hasn’t alienated his old boss too badly :cold_face:

The Procrasti-Nation (kingdom of Atorbia)

:smirk:

It’s certainly a bit of both, but in this instance Kauri was most definitely being serious. This faceless guy’s a freak.

Well except for one of them

I hwonder :thinking:

Just in case someone reads this discussion and takes it seriously, that is not what the distorted fellow actually looks like. If I knew how to draw properly I might’ve been able to whip up a better reference in advance, but sadly I am not as skilled as I used to be :pensive:

Nota will be so perplexed when he eventually reads this

Like the who in the what :imp:

And he never has :goo:

It’s true, there are Bri’ish people in the world, they ain’t yokai :triumph:

I cannot confirm or deny allegations that Uchū has seen peak

You got a smooth head?

Bro is bald? :eye: :eye:

:imp:

I cannot confirm or deny allegations that Uchū is very handy

The elevator went down on its own almost instantly. They typically don’t do that.

Perhaps not every bloated armor-plated homunculus of a man is a villain :pensive:

I cannot confirm or deny allegations that Minethuselah is worth his weight in gold

Interesting :thinking:

I cannot confirm or deny allegations that very soon we will know the answers to these burning questions :eye: :eye:

Life’s struggles are impossible to comprehend without Jeff Goldlum :pensive:

He had pics :skull:

You made the mistake of assuming I can read :triumph:

Tonight on Top Gear
I meet up with an old acquaintance
James gives Hammond a hug
And Hammond gets jugged by James

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SIX SEVEN it’s times like this when I’m glad Ghid isn’t a moderator, because I know he wants to ban me for that

This time I counted 4 typos and one debatable word choice. As per usual, I will not say where.

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Here’s one typo:

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Ch 7


Chapter Eight

“Thaaaat’s a hole. Yup. Don’t walk on that part.”

Uchū wiped his free hand across his chest, the other held by Ado to prevent him from collapsing into the massive hole in the ground he had just discovered. With the terrain constantly shrouded in darkness, he had the unenviable task of making sure the lumbering Relic did not stumble over anything and upset the shipping container he carried.

“Is there any way we could talk to this yokai?” Uchū pleaded with the giant. “Maybe convince him to back off with the whole unfathomable darkness deal?”

“If I could spot him,” Relic mumbled, glancing up at the enormous void with his slab face. “But sadly I cannot. The older one of us becomes, the greater our influence over ourselves, and our perception to others. He must be very old, because he hides too well to be young.”

“I get it,” Uchū huffed, folding his arms momentarily in a huff. “I’m only two years old, I haven’t forgotten.”

“It is not a reflection on your wisdom or maturity.” Relic carefully stepped beyond where Uchū had climbed past a large piece of debris. “That which we are is not subject to time or mortality. Some are wrinkled and decrepit in a day, while others are young forever. The one above us could be a feral animal for all I can perceive.”

“So what you’re saying is,” Uchū’s eyes lit up mischievously for a moment, “You’re not actually super wise and stuff from many years of experience? You’re really just guessing?”

“It is in accordance with my many years of experience that I find it advisable not to continue this conversation.” Relic turned his slab face towards the distant building illuminated in the shadow, hoping his gentle deterrence would convince Uchū not to continue.

He was wrong.

“So like, if I just become super smart, will Kauri not bother listening to you anymore?” Uchū egged on, quickly getting ahead of Relic to stay in his line of sight. “He’ll just be like, ‘Pack mule! bring me my royal carriage!’” His impersonation of Kauri was followed up with a pompous tipping of the head and a thrust of his forefinger. “You wouldn’t be super wise to him then. Or maybe he doesn’t pay enough attention now?”

“Your repeated incorrect usage of the word Like is indicative of a lack of years of experience,” Relic grumbled, trying to find a nice way to convey his irritation at the subject matter. “The media people consume in this day and age is beyond comprehension, and it is clear you young ones are comprehending none of it.”

Take him back.

Ado froze, her smirk at the argumentative conversation between Uchū and Relic immediately disappearing. The words rang in her ears, and yet she could not determine where they came from.

I’ll handle the other one. Take him back now.

Her eyes cautiously tracked the darkness, looking for any kind of discrepancy in its form, any indication of light beyond what appeared at the center of the field. There was none.

Take him back or I will kill you.

“Ado help!” Uchū’s voice broke into the scene, ringing out from another gash in the ground. “I fell again! And Relic’s being a jerk and won’t help me up!”

“I am not being a jerk.” Relic folded his immense arms, paying little attention to Ado’s hasty approach. “As I explained from the moment of your fall, I am carrying your lodgings on my back, and its occupant would be very uncomfortable if I were to tip or stagger. Therefore I cannot come to your aid.”

“Excuses,” Uchū huffed, tiptoeing to reach Ado’s extended arm as she knelt against the edge of the drop. “Your arms are extra long. You could totally make it work.”

“Both of you hush.” Ado pulled Uchū up with surprising ease, reminded yet again how light the smallest member of the party was. “We’re being followed. Keep close and try not to make any noise.”

Uchū and Relic exchanged a glance, concern clearly showing on the face of the former. Silently they followed Ado’s lead, growing ever closer to the light at the center of the deep zone.

His heart thumped.

It would have been a sign of an increase in stress in anyone else. However, Kauri knew the sudden shudder of his heart was a message from the reclusive entity he was tied to. He gave a light tap of his knuckles on his chest in reply.

The massive shadow had greatly neared as both it and Kauri approached one another. Incredibly wide, its four tremendous legs left craters with every step, the weight of the creature incalculable by any metric Kauri could devise. The entity greatly resembled a turtle, although its shell was far flatter and wider than any turtle he was familiar with. Black scaly skin framed the beady orange eyes which glared daggers into him, and as one of the straw figures drew within striking distance, the lengthy neck of the creature snapped forward, its beaked jaws clamping tightly around the figure and crushing him in an instant. It slowly retracted its muscular neck, shaking its head in irritation and puffing out clumps of straw as it became evident the figure had no significant nutritional value or even appealing taste.

Kauri had heard several names for the creature. Chukwa and Kim Quy were oft repeated, but the artificial heart told him of the legendary Aspidochelone. Yet the only name permitted was Sangone, and as Kauri tentatively neared the creature, his eyes searched for its ominous master.

“He’s not here.”

The voice that spoke from above the turtle’s head soon identified its owner, the muscular figure hopping off of the spiked shell and throwing his arms out as he approached. “Instead, you get me! And I promise I’m just as good as he is.”

The figure’s skin was rough and jagged, pitted like rust with an identical color. Ochre gave way to sandy brown and greyish ridges, and moved irregularly, with shifting patches adjusting their position as certain areas of the figure moved, only acting like flexible skin when it was required. A series of halos made of delicate yellow metal extended off the figure’s cranium, originating from absent eye sockets and layered behind one another, the vertical circle on his face followed by three more which stretched out behind his head to greater degrees.

“I told punchy over here smoking kills,” The rust-colored figure jabbed a thumb over his exposed shoulder at the billowing black plume, “But he didn’t have much to say on the matter. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”

“Where’s Red Scare?” Kauri grunted, his disdain for the incessant conversation blatant. The figure grinned in reply, his teeth comprised of dirty yellow crystals grown at odd lengths, all pointing to meet the front set of teeth with no mind for molars.

“You know where Red Scare is?” Kauri shouted at the black plume which billowed up endlessly. “I’ve got something for him. Something I’m sure he wants.”

“Don’t we all,” The figure sighed, leaning back and dramatically touching one roughened wrist to his foremost halo. “Our hearts, our minds, all singing in harmonious rhythm to the great perfect one.”

“Red Scare wants to save lives.” Kauri tiped his head down, maneuvering his bladed mask to allow him the opportunity to glare heavily into the figure’s nonexistent eyes. “If you’re not interested in helping that mission, then get out of my way.”

“Oh, I believe I can be of some use in that regard.” The figure smiled menacingly. “There’s a woman in the ground about sixteen meters from here, stuck in a collapsed building. Got trapped during a fall. Hasn’t had food for a couple days.”

The rust-colored figure let out a deep chuckle as Kauri’s head turned slightly away, as he very visibly considered the possibility of a rescue. “She died. But I’m glad you pretended to care anyway.”

Kauri winced as the cloth-draped character effortlessly shoved the rusting figure aside, his six-foot-eight height towering above the bladed mask. His eyes peeked out from beneath the dragon band, billowing darkness clashing with the white of Kauri’s eyes beaming from beneath the holes in his mask.

“I’ve got Wild,” Kauri huffed, undeterred by the menacing visage before him. “Of the Wild Masks. Now let’s go find your leader.”

“What is this awful thing?”

Ado fervently hushed Uchū as quietly as she could. The light emanating from the center of the deep zone was close enough to identify as originating from a building, and as Relic indicated from his severe difficulty in approaching it, it was quite high up, perched on the dilapidated ruins of another building. Relic scratched at the edges of where his face had been, trying to identify what side of the structure was intended as the front.

“I’m just saying,” Uchū began, interrupted as Ado clapped her hand over his malleable mouth. “PLEASE be quiet. There’s someone in there.”

Relic ground his palms together for a moment to grab Ado’s attention, gesturing after she turned to face him with a lifting motion. Despite Uchū’s fervent gestures of protest, Ado nodded, and Relic deftly scooped the diminutive yokai up in his palm, raising him to just barely eye level with the glowing line of orange light.

Uchū tapped the stone fingers that clutched him a moment after, and returned to the safety of the ground with a glow in his eyes. “Yeah, there’s definitely someone in there, but I think he’s alone. Couldn’t see him but I got the impression he’s not a yokai, I think.”

Why aren’t you sure?” Ado whispered.

Because there’s junk food.” Uchū jabbed a thumb behind him at the ramshackle room. “We’re kind of weird like that, we don’t eat food because of nutrition, we eat it because it’s, uhh It’s got a sort of, um…”

Let’s talk about it later.” Ado pushed her palm atop Uchū’s mouth and slowly rose to her feet. “Relic, get us both close to whichever side is the door. We’re going in.”

Gently running his fingers along the hidden surface, Relic eventually lifted the pair back to the same crack he had initially brought Uchū to, unable to find a more definite entry. Sliding one of his fingers into the exposed light, Relic deftly broke off a large portion of the wall, levering it away with the gentlest of motions.

The interior was brightly lit with incandescent bulbs, a lamp hanging upside down from the ceiling as the primary source. The walls were covered with pieces of paper, hosting simple illustrations in pencil and crayon of unknown figures and indecipherable places. A partially blackened desk stood at one end of the room, a massive pile of paper overflowing from one of its drawers.

Standing in front of the desk, the ominous figure stood, frozen in shock at the sudden intrusion. His head turned, his skin a dark grey, his eyes black where they should have been white. His irises burned with an amber hue. His pupils seemed to endlessly descend inside him.

His mouth was full of crackers.

Ado and Uchū stared in silence at the figure for a moment, the silence broken after several seconds by the character trying to mumble out some kind of word and only producing a cloud of crumbs. With a restrained gulp, Uchū straightened himself and walked into the room, doing his best to not appear frightened by the circumstance.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” He began, wiping his hand on the hip of his pants. “We couldn’t help but notice you’ve got the only light around here. Most people assumed nobody lived in this area, so it’s a surprise to find anyone here. What’s your name?”

The figure’s gaze grew sidelong as Uchū extended a hand in greeting, adjusting the white t-shirt he wore with hesitation. After a moment, and with a considerable amount of swallowing to clear his mouth, he returned the handshake.

“I’m Corey.”

Ch 9

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Who? :confused: :man_shrugging:

I was getting really impatient with how long it was taking to reach this point in the story, but we’re finally here :relieved: Things are going to start having more weight to their occurrence from now on (I hope :cold_face:).

#GhidForMod2026 :pleading_face:

If I become mod I promise not to doxx anyone on the message boards unlike certain other mods cough Spiderus cough

Evil :sob:

Blessed :relieved:

Tonight on Top Gear
I meet a turtle
James oversees redecorating
And Hammond makes a friend

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I really wanted to intercept the “Tonight on Top Gear:” post but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

:astonished_face:

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Because I’m such a good person, I’ll show you where you made typos. And I won’t make another six seven joke.

missing comma

Technically not much wrong here, but could probably smooth it with a semicolon:

“the legendary Aspidochelone; yet, the only…”


I’m enjoying the story so far. Quite entertaining. I think my only gripe is sometimes the style leaves an impression of what’s being described, rather than actually describing it. Very nitpicky, probably not something easily remedied, but just something to note.

The reveal at the end sent my jaw to the floor.

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Ch 8


Chapter Nine

“And then he made this big BEOOWWW laser beam and it broke the whole tower in half!”

Ado felt like she was about to fall asleep. Sitting on the floor, her cheek bone digging into the base of her hand, her eyes kept closing out of sheer boredom at the expressive and involved story Corey relayed. Uchū’s eyes glowed with wonder and excitement, eagerly gripping his knees as he sat cross-legged on the floor aside Ado, his mouth open in amazement as each detail drew more awe to his features.

“And then the dragon came up out of the water, and he got hit by the top of the tower!” Corey gestured emphatically, just as enraptured by the story as Uchū was. “And that’s when Pataki turned to the king and said, ‘A second tower has hit the dragon.’

“How is any of this relevant to what happened to you?” Ado finally protested, betraying her irritation at the distraction. “I don’t care about what you’ve been watching in the meantime, I want to know how you got here.”

“But I already told you I don’t know.” Corey frowned. “I was at the apartment, and then I was here. And the only thing I’ve seen since I’ve been here is David Buster’s Dragon Tower animated series. I’ve watched the whole thing like fifteen times.”

“It sounds awesome.” Uchū’s voice bubbled with enthusiasm. “How did you find out about it?”

“I found it here.” Corey gestured to the blackened desk with a swing of his head. “There was a couple different disks there, most of them were nature documentaries. I tried watching them to fall asleep but I couldn’t do it.”

“Is it insomnia, or just not boring enough for you?” Ado raised her eyebrows with some incredulity. “You seem to be eating well enough.”

“I’m trying to eat.” Corey crossed his arms, looking over his shoulder to see how far he needed to backpedal to lean against the desk. “I don’t think I’m digesting anything. I had some instant mashed potatoes one hundred and thirty one hours ago, and when I did a handstand it fell back down into my sinuses.”

“That is a horrible visual.” Uchū pressed his fingertips into his closed eyelids, trying to physically clear the mental image from his eyes. “I can’t imagine it as anything other than vomit.”

“Oh, it was totally dry.” Corey shrugged. “I don’t have water here, so I couldn’t actually make them. They were just the powder. I was sneezing for like probably twenty minutes afterwards.”

“Hold on.” Ado held up a palm. “You said hours. Do you not have a clock in here?”

“You tell me.” Corey glanced up at the ramshackle walls. “I figured out how to track the time with the runtime of a Dragon Tower episode. And every hour and a half, there’s a plink sound from somewhere under me.”

“How do you track the passage of time while you’re sleeping?” Uchū piped up, stretching himself vertically as if it would make him more audible. “Do you let the show autoplay overnight?”

“I… don’t really sleep,” Corey sheepishly replied, scratching the back of his head. “I haven’t actually slept at all that I can remember. Occasionally I black out, or something, because I’m suddenly on my face on the floor. I’m wondering if it’s why I can’t remember certain things.”

“How do you know if you’re not losing memory each time?” Ado did a masterful job of hiding her obvious prodding.

“With all of these,” Corey answered, gesturing with both arms to the hundreds of illustrations surrounding him. “I draw each key part of everything major I can remember, and I see if any one thing confuses me more than it did before, or if I ever forget why I drew something.”

“You’ll have to explain some of them to me.” Ado slowly rose from her position on the floor, towering over the occupants of the room as she softly stepped to the wall. “Who’s this one supposed to be?”

“That’s Ren,” Corey replied. The illustration showed a stick figure unidentifiable in any detail outside of its relative height in comparison to the other stick figures. “And the one next to him is me. That’s the day he took me to buy a really expensive suit.”

“What was the occasion?” Ado inquired, flinching slightly as her mind invented the expected wedding or funeral response she had come to anticipate from Kauri.

“The hotel. Big party that night.” Corey’s eyes scanned the walls for a moment before he eagerly pointed at one illustration at the topmost row, struggling to stay adhered to the dilapidated surface. “You can see the big ugly marble tiger they had at the lobby. All I know was it that it was supposed to break.”

“How come you haven’t left this little place?” Uchū asked, seemingly oblivious to the offended glare Ado shot in response as he rapidly changed the fruitful topic to one less relevant. “You’ve had plenty of time; have you ever checked around?”

“Why?” Corey replied. “It’s all dark around here. Oh!” His eyes lit up for a moment. “Did you hear that? It’s the plink.”

“Is this Ren here?” Ado tapped another drawing, doing her best to hide her irritation at the distraction. “He’s got someone different with his this time, and there’s something blue by his head.”

“Yeah, that’s Ren again.” Corey nodded at the indistinguishable stick figure. “He’s crying, but I don’t know why. The one next to him is Race.”

“There’s an orange circle next to his leg,” Uchū added, climbing out of his cross-legged position and struggling upwards with the grace and effortless finesse of an arthritic centenarian. “I’m seeing two of them up there, where that guy’s surrounded by orange and red squiggles. What’s that about?”

“Oh, that’s not something I experienced myself.” Corey waved away the illustration with a dismissive air, reaching into the desk drawer and pulling out a rubber band. “It’s the story of how Wild used the Demon eyes and got killed as a result. But that’s well before I got involved with the group.”

Uchū and Ado exchanged an open-mouth stare before simultaneously returning their gaze to Corey, who was stretching the rubber band across his thumb and forefinger to sling it across the room. “What do yo mean?” Ado finally broke the silence, making no effort to conceal her shock. “What group?”

“Are you kidding me?” Corey raised an eyebrow as the rubber band snapped through the air, striking one of the illustrations at the top of the opposite wall. It slid free from its restraining pins, fluttering through the air and landing at Uchū’s feet, depicting a very bad attempt at translating the design of an origami mask resembling a wolf. “The Wild Masks, duh.”

Ado’s bearing quickly regained its lost composure. With Uchū’s focus drawn heavily to the sheet of paper he now held, she took a confident step forwards. “Could you do something for me, please?”

A curl of smoke licked upwards.

The massive Sangone lumbered onward, unfazed by the tremendous weight upon his back. Dilapidated structures stood atop its shell, bound together through all manner of elaborate contraptions, a network of cables, steel beams, and metal melted into place as a tremendous spiderweb fastening the various buildings to each other.

Another curl of smoke spun through the night air, the figure leaning against the rubble of a former skyscraper and watching it rise with melancholic interest. Two eyes shrouded in shadow spied the caravan again, seeking any distant indicator of familiarity.

With none found, the figure retrieved a dirtied map from a hidden pocket, smearing it atop a crossed forearm. Briefly traveling between the map and the colossal turtle, the shrouded eyes relented, the hand dexterously folding the map and returning it to a second hidden pocket.

Standing up off the wall, the figure disappeared.

“I’m really regretting my saying yes,” Corey’s voice trembled.

“It’ll be alright,” Ado cooed, in clear contrast to the position she was in, crouched by Corey’s head with one knee on his shoulder to keep him pinned to the floor. “He’s only going to be there for a minute.”

“I’m working on it,” Uchū protested in retaliation to Ado’s gesturing him to hurry up, both arms and one of his legs melting down into Corey’s being. “This went a lot faster with you because you were willing. It’s not something I can just override whenever I want to.”

“You could,” Ado replied, giving a slight shrug when Uchū’s eyes snapped towards her. Uchū gravely shook his head in reply.

“No, seriously, can I take it back please?” Corey’s eyes strained to look up at Ado through his mop of golden hair. “This is really weird and I want it to stop.”

“Trust me, kid, this isn’t easy for any of us,” Uchū grunted, lowering his face to the middle of Corey’s shoulders before taking a deep breath and squishing his face against Corey’s skull, his malleable head slowly sinking in. “At least for you it’s mmmhph mprmmbh mbh

“Please.” Corey pushed against Ado, his shoulder driven into the floor, his opposite arm restrained by her hand. “I don’t want this. Tell him to stop that almost there, it’s pretty close,” Uchū’s voice overrode Corey’s vocal chords, speaking through his body as if it were his own. “I’m nearly there, just a little something by his-”

With a violent shudder, Uchū suddenly rocketed out of Corey’s body, barely missing the improvised lamp and slamming into the ceiling with enough force to shake the building. The lamp dropped free from its restraint as he made impact, and his trembling hands caught its cord as he made his inevitable return earthwards.

“…Was that it?” Corey blinked, looking around as the light surrounding him swayed under Uchū’s weight. “That wasn’t so bad, actually.”

“What happened?” Ado stared into Uchū, reading the terror in his eyes as he clung desperately to the lamp cord. “What did you see in there?”

Uchū shook his head fervently in reply, unwilling to verbally relate his experience. The lamp sputtered suddenly, and after flickering for a moment, plunged the room into darkness. The shadow reigned supreme until a large grey hand wormed its way through the busted wall and snapped its fingers, producing a grinding sound much unlike an actual snap.

“We are out of time.” The voice of Relic rumbled. “Come quickly.”

“This is so weird.” Corey hopped back up to his feet, freed from his restraint as Ado reached out to catch the horrified Uchū. “I’ve had the lightbulb fail a couple of times before. Actually, I think that’s when I blacked out- hey,” his eyes rounded on Ado and Uchū. “How come I can see you guys?”

Both Ado and Uchū stared back at the complete darkness before them, betrayed only by the amber glow of his irises, which shook for a second as they turned to spot the stone hand that appeared. “Uh, that a friend?”

“Yep,” Ado swiftly replied, scooping Uchū up in her arm and beckoning for Corey to follow. “Three of us, Relic.”

“What’s the rush for?” Uchū protested, primarily due to his being treated like a small dog. “That thing’s not gonna follow us in here.”

Relic’s head turned to face the darkness in reply, a small grey blip appearing and reappearing as it dipped beneath shadowed shapes in its path. It could not be identified at the distance Relic stood from it, and the question lingered.

“We must hurry.”

Ch 10

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Now I wonder what that was all about? :smiling_imp:

Dang, two weeks in between chapters :cold_face: I really gotta get over my writer’s block sooner if I want to actually get this whole series done in sooner than fifteen years

You are a kind soul :relieved:
Unlike that stinky Minethuselah zoomer-

:open_mouth:

I take it back redemption is possible :face_holding_back_tears:

Fair

That’s probably a result of A. my cheeky self-indulgent hiding certain details to not ‘give anything away’ (I don’t decide what something looks like fully some of the time) and B. what I learned from Nota’s reading of the first story (he found himself prescribing headcanons for character appearances that varied from mine but mostly in ways that still fit my vision). If I was actually a writer I might learn to do otherwise :pensive:

Tonight on Top Gear
I get stalked on my day out
James is an art critic
And Hammond can’t hitch a ride

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