Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

Nodding, he gave the attendant a smile.

"I understand, and it's fine. I'll follow the policy." 'Just be sure to tell me if anything happens, alright you two?' Recieving a mental nod from his partners, Drake unstraped both blades and held them for the attendant.

Niri on the other hand, caught sight of Myriad looking elsewhere with a couple of her shell's eyes.

"Whatcha looking at Myrad?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad snickered, pointing to the impromptu tarmac wrestling between the vehicle girls outside the window. "Went from jets and copters playing poker to pro wrestling," she said. "One of the whirlybabes tried to blow away the cards when she had junk in her hand, and the jetgirl took offense to it."

The Skystar that was actually fighting had grabbed the cheating Whirler by her rotors. The helicopter girl had panicked and revved her rotors, spinning herself around instead because the Skystar was holding onto it. Myriad cackled, as the other Skystar and Whirler cheered on their friends.

Meanwhile, the attendant wrapped the rune chain around the two weapons, the runes glowing as they were sealed in their sheathed. The attendant smiled, handing them back. "Here you go sir, and thanks for cooperating with our safety regulations," the attendant said, smiling.

[Creator_Drake]

"It's no problem miss, and thank you." 'Anything you two?' 'Nothing as of yet Drake. Aside from not being able to draw either of us from our sheath's, our power has been sealed off without compromising our ability to communicate.' He gave Kurogame a mental nod, making sure not to show anything outward.

Turning he caught sight of Niri giggling as she looked with Myriad at what looked like one of those late-night wrestsling matches back home, only with Ultramaidens instead.

'All they need to do is douse them both in oil and remove all the armour.' Chuckling, he grabbed the girls attention.

"All right you three, we should get going."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad seemed relucant to be drawn away from the robot girls fighting, but she complied, following along with Drake as they got on the plane. Aside from seeing other flying Pokegirls out the window, the trip was uneventful. They landed at an airport in Washington DC, about fifty miles away from the Laboratory.

[Creator_Drake]

Unlocking his seatbelt, Drake stretched as he stood, moving his jaw to help adjust to the change in altitude. Shifting the straps of his swords to be more comfortable, he turned to the others.

"Well, that was a fun trip, except for some of the stares. I know you weren't kidding about that before Mary but still. I'm just thankful they had their own girls to whack them upside the head for me." Hearing a giggle behind him, Drake soon felt a pair of soft mounds press against the back of his head, scaled arms soon wrapping arounf his shoulders.

"They're just jealous Master, they know we're yours and they can do nothing about it. But if they did, I know we'd deal with it quickly before you eould have to step in." Giving him a kiss on the cheek she pressed his head more firmly against her bosom before letting go. He chucked as some of the younger tamers gave him the stink eye before catching sight of his swords, to which they quickly turned and walked away with a small amount of haste.

"Alrighty, now that we're here, let's check out of the airport then find a spot to sit. That way if anyone is hungry or needs to use the washroom we won't have to worry about it later. Or depending on how late it is we find an place to sleep for the night."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad shrugged. "I'm a spirit-type, I don't need to use the restroom," she said.

Mary smiled. "And Pokegirls tend to have more efficient digestive systems than humans, so I'm fine for a while," she said. "I wouldn't mind a drink, though..."

As they talked, people began running around, uniformed Tamers and their Pokegirls becoming more frantic as they began running towards exits.

[Creator_Drake]

Taking notice of various people hastening towards the exits Drake narrowed his eyes, turning serious. He needed to find one of those attendents pronto.

"Girls." It was simply one word, but it was enough to catch attention. Niri immediately tensed, turning her back to Drake's, helping keep watch on their 6.

"Something's wrong, we need to figure out what. That and find an attendent to unseal my blades. Niri, get ready. Mary, Myriad, can either of you sense anything off?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary flared her wings, her halo flashing. An attendant was startled, Mary grabbing her by the shoulder. "Ma'am?" she asked the Witch Pokegirl. "My Tamer needs the seal broken on his weapons, please."

The Pokegirl nodded. "Yeah, yeah sure..." she said. She went over to Drake and began to undo the sealing spells on the rune chains, pulling them off quickly.

"What's going on out there?" Myriad asked, floating up to the Witch.

"Devilbrung. Four of them," she said, shivering.

"...Well, fuck," Myriad said, frowning.

"What breeds?" Mary asked, suddenly stern.

"Two Brutes, a Hero Maker, and an Eye Ball. Every Tamer in the building's being called to help," she said. "Mine's not military, so I kinda want to get him out of here."

"Go," Mary said, her fists glowing with holy energy. "We'll join the others."

[Creator_Drake]

Watching the attendant run off before he could thank her, Drake palmed Kurogame's hilt.

"Mary, Myriad, rundown. What are these Devilbrung like? Strengths, weaknesses? Also, if we can contact Washington do so now, I want permission to draw blades." The general had awoken again, there was no time for games.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary shivered. "Brutes are powerful. They're victims of Hero Makers, turned into superstrong, supertough monsters that think everything with a pussy belongs to them personally and will beat to death anyone who disagrees. One of them is enough to give several teams problems, but two?" She shook her head.

Myriad scowled. "Hero Makers are the ones that make them," she said. "They get into a guy's head and inject this poison into them, making them think they're sexually conquering every woman they meet, including villains, the Primes, the Ragnaroks, and even the Titans themselves. It's too late to save them when they start fantasizing about fucking the Titans..."

"And all the while," Mary added, "their poison is turning you into a Brute." She sighed, and motioned for them to follow her as she flew in the direction the other Tamers were running. "Eye Balls are extremely dangerous, even moreso than Brutes. Their a giant ball of eyes around a large core eye, each eye color capable of inflicting a different horror on you. And the core can regenerate any lost eyes quickly..."

[Creator_Drake]

"If I can draw my swords I'll take on one of the Brutes with Niri as support. Mary, would you and Myriad be able to take on the Hero-Maker?" He kept a firm grip on Kuro's handle but did not draw it as he jogged, easily keeping pace with Mary.

"Also, can we contact Washington here? We need to know if anyone has taken command fighting the Devilbrung. Not only that but their location would be advantageous. And I need her permission to draw my weapons, it is her airport after all."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"I can look for it," Myriad said, "But it'll be going for you and the other guys. As for whether or not you can draw your weapons..."

She looked out the window, where a statue of Abraham Lincoln was fighting one of the Brutes. "Yeah, I think you can go ahead," she said. "We're almost at the exit to the tarmac anyway.

The Eye Ball seemed to be drawing the most attention, Tamers without weapons or abilities moving civilians to safety while Pokegirls tried to destroy the creature. The Brutes, bizarre, kept trying to stop and flirt with the Pokegirls, only for another one to attack. The Hero Maker was nowhere to be seen.

[Creator_Drake]

Catching sight of the one Brute trying to flirt but failing, his grip tightened on Kurogame before slowly drawing the blade from the sheath.

"Good. Myriad, finding that Hero-Maker is your top priority. If it doesn't seem to be around on its own, keep watch on the other Tamers just incase. If it attacks me, it'll find more than it bargained for. Mary, help Washington fighting the other Brute, once you get enough space dish out everything you've got; no mercy. Niri you're with me as back-up against the other Brute, attack at a distance when you get the chance." Coming out onto the tarmac he could see the chaos unfold. The first Brute fighting the statue was to the far left, and there seemed to be a fair amount of space. The second Brute was directly ahead, several girls working in tamdem in order to take it down. The EyeBall was to his far right, as well as the largest concentration of tamers.

"Roger that sir." Niri was equally serious, standing partly hunched and ready to charge in on Drake's signal.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary and Myriad nodded, each going off on their own. The Legion kept all of her eyes out, looking for the Hero Maker. Whatever it was that was different about Drake, he'd learn quickly that it didn't matter against one of those things.

She glanced over at the two Brutes, saw one of them looking interested in Niri and start posing, Mary taking to the air to support the Lincoln statue. The Eye Ball was blasting away, dueling with a cadre of GunVulcans that were firing away at it, firing absurd amounts of energy bullets while the Tamers evacuated civilians and non-combatant Pokegirls.

She hesitated... and decided to use it.

All of her shell body's mouths opened their mouth and let out an ear-piercing, etherial scream. Everyone on the field was rattled by it, save for the Lincoln statue, both Brutes staggering back and clutching their ears. The girls attacking the Brutes took this as an opportunity, a Grappler running up and suplexing the one fighting the Lincoln statue, slamming it hard enough to embed its head in the ground. Mary, surprisingly, didn't open fire with a barrage, instead focusing her will on her halo.

A ring of energy formed above her head, turning into a disk, which rapidly turned into a gate.

"Let's end this quickly..." she said as her Heaven's Gate took shape, opening to reveal a glowing light. The other Pokegirls recognized the attack immediately and began mentally preparing themselves to shove the Brute inside of it. Said Brute pulled his head out of the ground and snarled, not noticing the Gate.

Meanwhile, unseen and unsensed by all, a writhing mass of tentacles looked over the few male Tamers with combat abilities curiously. And Drake would find that something about this world left his abilities at half strength if not less...

[Creator_Drake]

"Niri, get ready. Once you get close give that Brute a torrent of Hell water, condensed shot." He didn't need to see Niri to know she understood his orders.

"Yes sir." That was all the acknoledgement he needed. With that he dissappeared, reappearing before the other Brute with a swing to the neck. The blade cut cleanly but shallow, something about the Brute resisting his sharp blade.

"Hmph, so you want to play that game huh? Fine." As the Brute turned with a snarl Drake leapt back, dodgeing a backhand. He swung at the outstretched arm cutting more deeply, but still not all the way through.

'This'll be tougher than I thought. Can you both sense anything?'

'Nothing at this time. If this Hero Maker is out there and not posessing another, then it is outside our range of detection.' Kurogame replied as Drake ducked under another wild swing before rolling back.

Niri had soon gotten within distance, all she needed now was the right moment.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"All right, I'm getting sick of this!" the Brute fighting Niri and Drake said. It slammed its hands together in a clap, creating a shockwave powerful enough to knock away all the Pokegirls and Tamers around him. The Brute looked at the cuts and decided to ignore them. After all, he WAS the manliest thing here (in his own mind).

At the same time, a pair of the Eye Balls eyes, purple ones, came behind Drake. Myriad noticed this and sent two of her body shells to attack them and explode, but not before one of the eyes managed to fire off their beam. If it hit Drake, he'd be overcome with intense laughter, unable to stop from laughing as all his negative emotions were temporarily purged from him.

At Mary's fight, her Gate was slowly moving into place as the Lincoln statue and a pair of Sumos were pushing the Brute back, a pair of Yami Bake Shoguns slashing at its hands to keep it from grabbing the two Sumos. Every time it started to gain a bit of leverage, Mary would unleash a barrage of holy energy beams at it, aiding in pushing it towards the grabbing range of the Gate.

And meanwhile, the Hero Maker continued to stalk about the field, looking for new Tamers to turn into Brutes...

[Creator_Drake]

Stumbling from the Brute's clap Drake soon regained his footing, tighting his grip on Kurogame. He caught sight of Niri looking to him from behind the Brute, moreso her look of shock. Instincts flaring he leapt to the side narrowly dodgeing a beam of sorts that hit the Brute right in the chest.

The brute blinked for a moment, seemingly unaffected by the beam before he began to laugh without restraint. Drake didn't know why this was happening but he didn't care, he knew an opportunity when he saw one.

"NIRI!" He called out to her as he gripped Kurogame in both hands. He took a step back, placing his weight on his back leg. He brought the blade to eye level, tip pointing towards the ground. He had to end this now, it was getting too chaotic for his tastes.

Hearing his call Niri stood quickly, taking aim at the Brute's back as it laughed. Face determined she cupped her hands together, pointing to the Brute ahead. Water tinged with dark energy began to condense between her palms swirling, soon becoming the size of small orange. Niri grit her teeth as she concentrated, doing her best to hold the attack until given the signal.

As Drake kept his eyes on the Brute his eyes glowed a faint emerald, a glow Kurogame shared along the edge of its blade. At first it was faint, flickering without direction yet as seconds passed, it came to heel along the edge soon coating it evenly. Slowly Drake brought the blade overhead, until the tip was pointing in the opposite direction. He was calm, he was relaxed, focused. It was time.

"NOW!" At his shout Niri released her attack with a cry, hiting the back of the Brute's left shoulder. It didn't seem affected, still laughing merrily as it spun around and that was all Drake needed.

With barely a twitch Drake dissappeared once more, reappearing between Niri and the Brute, sword outstretched. The had stopped laughing, still spinning with a smile on it's face; as the body toppled over the head slid right off from the Brute's shoulders.

Flicking the blade to rid it of any blood the glow faded, same for Drake's eyes. He gave Niri a nod before looking at Kurogame with narrowed eyes as a bead a sweat fell from his head.

'That took FAR more then needed to take down that thing. I'll have to remember this for next time.'

'Indeed, and with the restriction placed until you face Donovan, you will have to take extra caution, even after you've adapted more strength.' With a frown and a mental nod, Drake sheathed Kurogame at his side. Niri game him a smile as he walked up to her.

"Everything alright?" She asked, concerned at his troubled look. He shook his head, banishing the thoughts for the moment.

"No, everything's fine. Let's go help Mary and the other's deal with that other Brute, then we can all gang up on the Eye Ball. I just hope Myriad's having luck with that Hero-Maker..."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The fight with the other Brute was almost over. With a final push, the Lincoln statue and the two Sumos shoved the Brute into the Gate, which flared with holy light and slammed shut, disappearing in a swirl of light. The fight then turned to the Eye Ball, which was firing rapidly in response to the focus being turned fully on it.

Myriad was firing ghostly lasers from her shell bodies' eyes, occasionally letting out another etherial scream, stunning the attacking eyes long enough for the other Pokegirls to destroy them. But the Eye Ball kept generating them. Beams of sizzling heat shot from the red eyes, while black eyes shot beams of pure, rotting energy that forced the healers to work fast. Blue eyes shot intense beams of cold that froze targets in an instant. People hit by beams from orange eyes withered, as if they had been starving for weeks. Yellow beams from eyes of the same color left Pokegirls paralized by fear. Indigo beams from indigo eyes turned people into berserkers. Green eyes shot beams of pure disease, leaving victims limp and weak. Purple eyes shot beams that left their victims overcome with mirth, leaving them open for the other attacks.

Even with all the Pokegirls firing at it, the Eye Ball was still holding its own quite well, the healers working overtime. Mary didn't have time to set up a new Heaven's Gate, as several of the beams were being shot at her. She would unleash powerful barrages of holy magic, but her size was forcing her to be evasive, the beams getting closer and closer. Niri and Myriad would find themselves in similar straights, forced to focus on the Eye Ball.

So distracted was she, that she didn't notice until it was too late, the Hero Maker grabbing Drake and infiltrating its tentacles into his mind, slipping past his mental barriers as if they weren't even there, blockading Kurogame and the other spirit from getting into his head.

As its poison snaked into Drake's mind, he would see himself killing the Eye Ball and the Hero Maker with a moderate, but still easy amount of effort. Niri, Mary, and Myriad were very grateful and affectionate, but still in character for the moment, the various other Pokegirls at the airport looking at him with admiration and desire.

All the while his body started to bulge, beginning to transform into a Brute.

((Mod Ruling: Yes, Hero Makers can pierce that far into your head and can block out even Recognized bonds. Hero Makers are ranked Extreme danger level for a REASON. You inescapably are locked into this fantasy until someone notices you and pulls you out by killing the Hero Maker. Also, I kinda want to see how you'll write the heroic fantasies the Hero Maker forces Drake to live out.))

[Creator_Drake]

Drake felt a strange buzz, like a tingle down his spine. He wondered what that was about but focused as a beam wizzed past his face.

Turning he caught sight of the EyeBall keeping everyone pinned, including his girls. With a frown he slashed a pair of eyes, destroying them before it could blink. He watched as they grew back, but it was noticibly slower than before. A small grin formed on his face. He gave Mary and Myriad a wink.

"Tell everyone to stand back, I'll handle this." With another swing more eyes were destroyed, slowly reforming. It shrieked in challenge as all eyes focused on him, glaring with its many eyes. Drake the beast a "come hither" with his hand, accepting the challenge.

And thus the battle was joined.

Shooting beams of difrerent colours, the EyeBall growled in frustration as Drake either weaved around its attacks or deflected them completely. Every now and again a beam would come close but it would miss. Suddenly it seemed his defence had a hole, a beam of emerald green came forth and collided with Drake's face!

Reeling, Drake caught the world around him flashing green for a split second, before returning to normal. Shaking his head, he focused on the beast once more, not noticing the slightest feeling of wrongness deep within his soul.

Surging forward he began his attack anew. He cut, slashed, and tried to eviscurate that blasted thing, and his grin slowly grew with each eye destroyed. He began to notice other things though; some of the girls aside from Mary, Myriad and Niri were looking at him adoringly with smiles. He thought it odd at first, but felt it was natural, he WAS saving them afterall. That one Chopper looked particularily cute, maybe after this was don-

He ws hit in the face with another beam of emerald, making the world flash once more. Again shaking his head, grunting at the feeling, he focused once more on the foul beast...

Foul? Well, it was pretty ugly he'd admit. He still didn't notice as the wrongness grew slightly stronger, and so it continued as such, Drake slashing at the many eyes of the EyeBall. Each time they regenerated slower and slower, and each time he began to think of another girl he thought looked ravishing, a beam would get through his guard somehow; and it was always an emerald green beam for some reason. And each time the wrongness grew stronger, enough he began to notice, to his onfusion.

His patience came to an end after the 7th hit to the face.

"Alright, that's it! I've had enough playing around!" Focusing power to his sword he dashed around the monster, nothing but a blur to its remaining eyes. He ten disappeared, the EyeBall looking every which way it could until it heard a shout.

"Up here foul beast!" Looking up the EyeBall found Drake decending upon like Judgement from God, somehow held in place. With a cry Drake cut through the beast right down the middle, a small crator forming as he landed. Both halves of the beast fell to the side as Drake stood, flicking his sword of blood before sheathing it.

He turned with a smile, finally able to bask in his rightful adoration of not only his girls but of the other girls around him. As they began to run towards him a shrieking ball with multiple tenticles flung itself out of nowhere.

Riiiight, the Hero Maker.

With a thud the foul creature crashed into Drake, its many arms trying to wrap around him as they fell to the ground. Feeling a surge of righteous anger at being denied his reward, Drake growled as he struggled against the Hero-Maker, ignoring the world as it flashed once more. Grabbing hold of the foul beast Drake began to pull the wretched thing off him, to the adoring cries of his girls. And that's when he noticed it:

He couldn't hear Kurogame anymore...

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Outside, Drake held a small but cocky grin on his face, staring at nothing as the changes took place. His eyes would flash green at times, the tranformation slowling but not stopping, his body twitching irratically. Once or twice the grin would attempt to slowly change into a frown, but it would always turn back.

Both blades were shaking and glowing vibrantly, arcs of electricity coming from the greatsword shocking Drake with all it could. They tried all they could with their limit power but the Hero Maker blocked them effortlessly. If anyone could stop and focus on them, they would feel an almost palpable feeling of pure RAGE from the blades.

How DARE this beast do this to their master?

How DARE this monstorocity block them off?

If nothing was done soon, agreement or not, both would unshackle themselves in order to utterly destroy the Hero Maker. They would tear the skys asunder if it meant he would live, damn the consequences. NOTHING attacks their master like this and gets away with it...

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Niri narrowly dodged another beam as she started to feel the burn. She wondered though, where was Drake? Normally he'd be right in the middle of it. Feeling the rising energy that she knew all too well, Niri took a quick look behind her, eye's soon widened in horror.

"DRAKE!"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary, in the process of forming another Heaven's Gate, felt, rather than saw Drake's distress. The surges of energy she felt, along with Niri's cry, confirmed her fears. She finished forming the Gate and released it, the crowd of Pokegirls and armed Tamers below changing their tactics and trying to force the Eye Ball towards it, a war zone's worth of projectile fire slowly whittling away at the Eye Ball and pushing it towards the Gate, which took position behind it, growing large enough to fit the creature.

Mary flew towards Drake with shocking speed, but not fast enough to escape being hit by several orange beams. She felt her body withering, real feathers starting to fall off her wings as she grabbed Drake and pulled him aside, roughly yanking out the Hero Maker, the tentacles leaving bloody circles in his body from where they were pulled out. The Hero Maker flailed about, frustrated by the presence of one it couldn't affect, but Mary snarled, generating a massive explosion of holy energy that destroyed it.

And then she collapsed, unable to stand anymore due to the Starvation effect weakening her.

"SHIT!" Myriad shouted, seeing the Gate start to waver. The Eye Ball's main eye seemed amused as Mary's Gate started to flicker out of existence. "SOMEBODY HEAL THE DEMIELOHIM! We lose that Gate we lose this fight!" The Legion let out another ghostly scream, stunning several active attacking eyes long enough for them to be destroyed. The Gun Vulcans seemed to be doing the most damage, their constant barrage of energy bullets shredding through the Eye Ball's defenses.

A Cowgirl and a Nurse ran over, the Cowgirl picking up Mary and letting her nurse from her breast, her restorative milk slowly counteracting the effect, while the Nurse worked her healing powers on both Drake and Mary, hoping to speed their recovery...