Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

Yawning as he stretched, Drake took note of the paper when it fell from the tray. He paid a little more attention when Niri bent over to pick it up, holding her tail up just enough for him to get a very nice view. He thanked her when she handed him his tray, giving Mary and Myriad their own as well.

He ate in a well mannered way, he wasn't going to eat like a slob, he just ate very quickly. By the time Niri was half-way through her own Drake was already finished.

"Hmm~, that was good, but I think I should have warned Chronos about my appetite, I'll probably need about 2-3 more trays like this, considering all the adapting I did yesterday." A low groan came from his gullet to accentuate his point. Niri chuckled as she chewed on a piece of bacon, swallowing with a gulp of milk.

"Geeze Master, I swear you could eat just like Goku frrom DBZ at times." He immediately gave her a pout.

"HEY! I'll have you know that I could never come close to eating like Goku does... I can just out eat Sumo wrestles when the need arises..." Niri just laughed as she continued eating.

"So, what does the note say?" Niri looked at him with while chewing on a piece of french toast.

"Well, it said 'Come see me when you're ready'. I'll take that to be Lady Chonos, she did say we were to meet with her after we were done but you passed out after fixing the seal so..." She gave an idle shrug before going back to her breakfast. Bending his neck to get rid of a kink, Drake shuffled forward off the bed, being careful not to knock over either Mary's or Myriad's meals. He gave each girl a kiss on the cheek before he began stretching.

"Morning you 3, hope you all slept well." He ignored the the second groan that came from his gullet, proceeding with a couple 1-handed push-ups in order to get the blood flowing. Niri focused on her own meal with a smile, knowing this was a common routine for him.

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Myriad and Mary enjoyed their meal in silence, Myriad savoring the taste of the positive emotions she was consuming. She giggled a little, noticing Mary's blood red eyes locked firmly on their Master's body. Mary just smirked a little, eating the cheese sticks that came with her salad and mixed fruit.

As they ate, two of Chronos's Clairvoya servants floated in on their crystal balls, carrying two more trays for Drake, with the same amount of food from before. Without a word, they set down the food and bowed, floating away, one Clairvoya pausing to ogle him briefly before giggling and floating off.

[Creator_Drake]

Pausing when the Clairvoya came, he gave them a smile as they set down the food; most likely they got the premonition. He chuckled when one ogled him, his laugh getting louder when he noticed Niri giving the girl the stink eye as she tore into her last piece of bacon. So obsessive.

Grabbing his trays he sat in a chair with a table beside it, coincedentally the same chair he was in last night; he swords remained where they were. Placing one tray on the table he held the other in his lap and ate in record time, silently polishing the plate and glass of milk when the girls had finished their meals. Digging into the last tray a little more slowly, he gave each of them a smile, one that stretched a little when Niri burbed in content.

"So, what happened when I was out?" He had a feeling about it, but he wasn't comfortable just yet to delve into Mary's mind through the bond just yet. Share feelings yes and send some thoughts yes, but going through her own memories without given permission... it would probably be a couple weeks until he'd do it with confidence; not even 24 hours had passes yet.

Niri perked up and shared a glance with Mary and Myriad when Drake took a drink of milk. She pursed her lips.

"Well, nothing really. After bringing you in here I took off your vest and shoes and let you get comfy on the chair. Then we talked a little, and one thing led to another and we got talking about the weaknesses of your adaptability..." She was a little nervous, but it was driven away when Drake simply smiled as he finished a piece of french toast.

"That's good Niri, I was bound to talk about it at some point but you saved me a little time." Niri smiled with a little blush, her worry of telling the others without his permission was for naught.

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Myriad thought for a moment, and said, "I also kinda tricked her into telling me what some of the more unpleasant things I saw during your healing process were. Visions I saw while we were pain-sharing." She quirked an eyebrow. "You've lived... a rather interesting life." It was an obvious lie, as Myriad was the honest and straightforward sort, but one meant to deflect any potential anger from Niri to her. "There's one image I wanna ask you about when you feel up to it."

Mary kept silent, calmly eating her salad. She could feel Drake's uneasiness and smiled, sending him a wave of reassurance through their bond, giving him permission to do as he felt with her.

[Creator_Drake]

Chewing on some bacon he felt the reassurance from Mary and chuckled a little returning the feeling equally. He had a good idea which event it was, if they were talking about what he couldn't adapt to it was bound to go to...that area. He sighed lightly after finishing his eggs, staring at the last piece of french toast. Shrugging he ate it all, he didn't want to be rude to his hostess after all.

Placeing the tray on top of the other he leaned back in his chair, gathering his thoughts. His face was calm, no hint of anger on his face or through the bond, merely a sense of reminising.

"I'm not mad or anything really, so you don't have to lie or cover up anything. Sure I don't talk about it but, if you ask I have no problem telling you. Even if it did lead to the incedent I think you're talking about, its still something you ought to know, hell I'll have to retell it to the other 4 girls that join us." Niri crossed her arms with a mump.

"As if we're not enough." There was no fire to her voice though, she understood well enough that this was needed, she just didn't like it. With a sigh similar to Drake's own she sat on the bed after putting all the trays together, her tail swishing idly. He chuckled with mirth.

"Interesting is a really good way to put it Myr, with the number of years I've spent doing my work. As for the image, go ahead. The only reason why I kept some of these things under wraps is more for your sake then anything, but I guess with what just happened and Mary's strengthening bond, I can't keep it under wraps for too much longer."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary just sighed. She felt the same possessiveness of Drake as Niri did, but like Niri, she understood the need for a full harem.

Myriad finished her meal, burping lightly, and wiped her mouth. "Okay then... It has to do with that clown guy... the Joker. I saw a lot of images of him, but there was one in particular... It had this guy in a blue outfit and red cape, big S on his chest... He was crying and..." She shivered a little. "He punched a hole in the Joker's chest. Literally. After that, there were some images of you fighting the big guy with the S alongside this creepy-lookin' dude in a bat costume..."

[Creator_Drake]

Letting her speak Drake listened calmly, the memories coming back about that day. He nodded when she was done.

"Right I remember that one, surprizing too. That guy in red and blue if Niri hasn't told you is a man named Clark Kent, and goes by the alias Superman. As weird as it sounds , the guy's an alien from outer space, last of his race and sent to that version of earth when his home planet was about to explode. He was found by the Kents, just a pair of regular farmers that decided to adopt him and make him their own, good people too. Now, the biggest thing with Superman is that due to his biology, he has no limits, I'm not kidding. He takes in solar radiation to fuel his abilities which are and not limited to immense strength, speed, flight, ability to breathe in space, the works. His only weaknesses are magic and pieces of his home world called Kryptonite but aside from that no one can take him on in a straight up fist fight. Some have quoted a very true fact about him, being that he's as strong as he needs to be. I remember one of the few times he took a fight seriously, he spoke about how he feels like he lives in world made of cardbord, where if he didn't control his strength he could hurt those around him by simply touching them." He took a moment to catch his breath, not meaning to speak so much in one go.

"Now that creepy-looking dude in a bat costume? That's Batman, and no I'm not kidding that's his alias. Bruce Wayne is the son of the wealthy Wayne family, who saw his parents murdered at a young age. Incredibly smart, he has the natural skills of a detective and is one of the smartest people in his world. Also trained in Ninja arts of deception and multiple forms of martial arts, he's a human that is at the peak of natural conditioning. No superpowers to speak of he employs mutliple gadgets, strategy and everything he can use to prevail over his opponent. Guy's also increadibly paranoid, holding his own piece of Kryptonite in the event that Superman ever went rogue or taken control of, with the later actually happening." Niri actully looked a little alarmed at this, not knowing this particular fact, but didn't speak up.

"Now, Batman is actually a paragon of Order, taking down his opponents but never killing any of them. He is the exact opposite of Joker and is the Joker's biggest source of entertainment. Yet no matter how many times he puts the Joker away, Batman simply repeats the action, capturing and putting him away. As for why, his teacher who taught him the ninja arts was going to destroy Gotham in order to cleanse the den of corruption it had become. Batman's main shtick is proving that you don't have o destroy in order to solve a problem, and when given the chance good people will do what's right." Taking a pause he drank the last of his milk, smacking his lips before he continued.

"I'm only explaining these so you can have a better sense of context for the situation. Now, as you know Superman would rather same everyone and never hurt a soul. However, even he'll freak when the right buttons are pressed. I wasn't there at first but somehow Joker convinced Supes that his pregnant wife was actually one of big blues biggest enemies called Doomsday, an ultra-powerful villain that actually managed to kill Superman in a big even 20 years prior in that timeline. So Superman actually flies his wife and unborn child into space, killing them both. So you can understand that when he figured out it was a trick, he was seeing red."

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"I can imagine," Myriad said softly. "Especially after ripping the Joker open the way he did..." She chuckled nervously, knowing it was a bad joke.

"A fall from grace..." Mary said softly, not looking up for a moment. When she did... "What happened in that reality after the Joker's death?"

[Creator_Drake]

Crossing his arms he sighed slowly.

"Well, in his grief he decided to become the new law, creating a crime-free super-dictatorship, all so that what just happened wouldn't be repeated. As for when I fought him with Bat's, lets just say I'm glad I had my Shinigami abilities and spells to help me out."

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Almost compulsively, Mary went over and hugged him tightly. "You never have to fight alone anymore, Master," she said.

Myriad giggled nervously. "I want to avoid nightmares and yet I ask about things that will make me have them," she said. "What a goof I am..." She stood up and began to form her shell. "Well, I'm ready to go whenever y'all are. I generally don't need to shower since I'm ectoplasm." She grinned, and added, "But I've noticed that you fleshbags tend to stink."

[Creator_Drake]

"Woa-GAK-Mary its alright..." He could feel her worry over the bond, he sent an onrush of reassurance though to Mary, calming her down. At the mention of never letting him fight alone Niri visibly flinched, though thankfully neither Mary nor Drake saw it. She quickly turned to Myriad with a raised brow, hands on her hips.

"Well excuse me Princess, but us flesh-bags happen to like our showers. It's where I give Master the best blowjobs." She had a small, playful smirk on her face, almost cat-like.

"Niri~!" Drake groan aloud, his protest ignored by Niri as she giggled.

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Myriad giggled happily. Her real face disappeared behind a sphere of shell bodies as she said, "I'll wait out here until you guys are cleaned up."

Mary nodded. "That would be best, probably." She smirked at Niri. "Perhaps I might finally get my chance to molest Niri."

[Creator_Drake]

"EEP! Now just wai-WAH!" Niri flailed about her arms, trying to catch her balance but it was for not. With a solid thud Niri fell off the bed, which prompted an uproar of laughter from Drake, loud, warm and good natured.

"Haha, come on you 2, no molesting or blowing this morning. We gotta be quick in and out so we don't keep Chronos waiting. We can have our fun after we've done the talks, which reminds me, when's the next time you ACTUALLY need to have sex? It'll help to form a schedule for your training."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"I'm good for another couple weeks or so," Myriad said, smirking and adding, "I wouldn't say no to some 'refresher' Taming before my need time arises."

"Nor would I," Mary said, unable to keep her currently unsettling eyes from ogling Niri, her Infernal fetish rapidly becoming apparent. "And like Myriad, I only need sex every two or so weeks."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake raised a brow at the admissions, nodding with a clearly amused look at Mary's gaze towards his leviathan. He could easily feel Nir's unease through the bond, so he sent out a sense of calm through the bond to both Niri and Mary to diffuse the situation.

'Huh, an Angel with an Infernal Fetish, my doesn't that seem ironic.' He chuckled to himself before standing, cracking his knuckles.

"That's good to know, cause when I make up your training schedules, you aren't going to like me very much." His smile was positively vulpine as he started thinking of different methods to make his girls stronger. Niri groaned as if feeling phantom pain from previous training sessions.

"Trust me on this girls, whatever training routine you had before, you'll miss it dearly when Drake gets started on you..." She shivered as she remembered the last training session they had. Why oh WHY did it have to be so grueling?

"Oh hush you, you didn't complain when you took down those thugs last week." Niri sat up with a pout, giving her master a glare.

"Yeah but why did you have to use soap?" Drake simply smiled at her.

"My Niri, don't you know the best way to improve one's grip is when they have no grip at all?" He chuckled, ignoring the grumbling from his starting girl and smiled at the others.

"Now then, lets got and get cleaned up, I think Chronos has been waiting long enough."

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"Well, she's a time traveler, so wouldn't waiting technically not matter to her at all?" Myriad posited. "Or maybe she just jumped ahead in time to the point where we came out and was only waiting a few seconds. Or maybe..."

"Please stop," Mary said, "I have enough of a headache."

Myriad giggled. "Anyway, I'm used to hard work. Those two I hung out with at the library kept a fairly active schedule of training in Lady Lucifell's Pit, in the Anger circle. Great place to work out aggression."

Mary looked sheepish. "I've... always been more of a scholar than a warrior. But for you, I will increase my strength and undergo any training you desire."

[Creator_Drake]

"True enough there Myr, true enough." Hearing the talks of training or lack there of just made his grin widen all the more, till his eyes were nothing more than mere slits. He began to rub his hands together as he actually giggled to himself.

"Excellent..." It was an exagerated impression of a certain millionair from a certain cartoon, but he felt it perfect to use. Niri groaned in dismay as she hung her head with a sigh.

"Oh man, he's in that mode now, come on, we might as well lead him to the bathroom, hell be like this for a few minutes, thinking up new training regimes..." She shivered again as she grabbed his vest and shoes in one hand and gripped the belts for his swords in the other. She looked towards Mary.

"Lead on, if you could please?"

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Mary nodded, feeling her master's sudden, increasing glee. She headed for the showers, frowning. "How... how worried should I be?" she asked as she stripped down and dimmed her halo, turning on the water. It came out with a strong, but not unpleasant pressure, something in the water extremely refreshing.

Myriad floated her shell over to Drake. "So what will my training be like? So I can be mentally prepared for it."

[Creator_Drake]

"Very..." Niri mumbled under her breath.

After placing the still gleefully giggling Drake underneath one of the showers, undressing him before-hand of course, Niri turned the waters on. The physical stimuli snapped him out of his gleeful funk, leaving him blinking for a moment. Soon shaking his head he smiled as he looked to Myriad.

"Your training will come in 2 parts: individual and group, each are just as they sound. Individual will consist of different regimens in order to improve the multiple areas you excel in, and some you don't. Training your powers, improving techniques, helping you learn others, thinking challenges, sparring; we'll start out small at first, figure out what you can handle. Once we do though, it's going to hammer you hard as everything mounts up." Taking a moment he grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather up. Niri, how had placed his stuff in a pile off to the side, had started her own shower and was currently lathing up a leg.

"Group of course wil be excersizes for all of you at once, having scenarios that force you to work together, trust each other and overall act like a well-oiled machine. And once I think you're ready, I'll put you through my Survival Training, though I will have to make a few adjustments..." Overhearing him Niri almost slipped comically, looking at him with a very nervous gaze.

"You can't be serious!" He looked at her with an easy smile.

"Oh but I am; what better opponent to face than one who can adapt quickly and force you to think on your toes constantly?" Niri released a mix between a moan and a whine, wishing dearly that her master didn't have such sadistic tendencies towards training.

"Oh relax Niri, you won't be alone this time AND, I won't be using my swords on you girls. Not until I've helped Myriad come to terms with things and become more accustomed with my partners. I don't think coming at her with Kurogame during a sparring session would be benificial to her overall mental health and confidence at this point in time."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Not so much," Myriad admitted, calmly hovering nearby in her shell. Mary looked appropriately worried, but said nothing, thinking about what types of training that she herself might be put through. The rest of the shower proceeded quickly enough, Mary taking the longest because of her wings. Once she was done, she shook them out, making sure to face away from the others, and did a quick preening to get them to full sheen.

"Sorry..." she said, embarrassed for taking so long.