Moments of Epsilon

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell nodded. "Yes. Formalities later. Get the Yami Bake to the Grand Hospital in the City of Dis," she said, gesturing. "I want to make sure Babylon's poison is gone before I can relax. GO!"

Lucifell then jumped into the portal without another word, shifting to her monster form as she went.

[Creator_Drake]

For a moment Drake blinked.

"Huh. I didn't expect that." Niri gave a nod.

"Same here, Master." Breathing out slowly while ignoring the scene around him, he turned to his DemiElohim.

"Suppose you could lead us there Mary?" She looked at him with a smile, nodding the affirmative.

"Of course I can, just follow me." Drake smiled back with a firm nod as she took off, before taking a ball from one of the sockets on his glove. He turned to Niri who saw the gesture and groaned.

"Aw common! Why do I have to be balled?"

"Because I can carry Natsume while following Mary and keep up a good pace at the same time. You know I don't mean anything by it but right now it would be better to ball you so we can all get to Myriad ASAP." She looked into those unflinching eyes a moment before grunting, crossing her arms as she looked to the side.

"Fine."

"Thank you." With that he held the ball towards her where a beam of red light sprung forth and touched the Leviathan. She then turned into the same form of energy and was then sucked into the ball without hesitation. Quickly Drake placed the ball back in the slot on the glove before gesturing Natsume to clime onto his back.

"I know this is a bit unconventional but please bare with me. I would rather make sure both you and Myriad are alright now rather than wait. So hop on." When she was situated comfortably enough Drake gave a nod.

"Hold on tight." Before she could reply he blurred forward with the sound of muffled static, drowned out by the sounds of pleasure around. He soon caught up with Mary and then they were on their way.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

After a twenty minute trip down, the way long even with Drake's speed, the group arrived in Dis's grand hospital (a big, obvious building with a demonic motif and 'GRAND HOSPITAL' written on the front in letters of magical fire), where Myriad, wearing bandages on one arm, smiled up at them.

"First thing, I'm fine," Myriad said. "Lady Lucifell just wanted to make sure Lady Babylon's poison hadn't affected me too badly. She wants Natsume looked over as well. She paused briefly in confusion at calling the one who poisoned her by an honorific, but she just shook her head and dismissed it as a reflex when talking about Legendaries. The other Pokegirls, save for possibly Niri, would do so as well.

The Yami Bake Samurai smiled weakly. "I wouldn't mind it," she said. She still felt weary despite Chronos rewinding the poison out of her body.

A rather severe-looking man in a blood-stained labcoat with a sadistic grin came up to the group. "Myriad was a find patient," he said, his Germanic accent and intense voice not helping his image. However Myriad seemed very relaxed around him, acting as if she knew him. "There's no trace of the Whore of Babylon's poison inside her."

Natsume nodded. "May I be excused to go with him, master?"

[Creator_Drake]

Drake took a moment to gaze at the man, taking in all he could; his presence, tone, the way Myriad acted around him. The moment was quick to pass before he gave a slight nod. Looking over his shoulder to Natsume he offered a smile.

"It's more than alright Natsume, when it comes to your health you don't ever need to ask." Bending down he gave a look to Mary who immediately understood his intent. Coming to one side Mary kept a steady gaze over the Yami Bake Samurai, ready to help in case the girl stumbled. With the pair helping her Natsume walked over to the doctor. Drake gave him a strong gaze.

"Leave nothing to chance. If she's fine with it be sure to do a full physical as well. I place her care in your hands Doctor....?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Fritz von Krakenstein," the doctor said, bowing.

"Then I leave myself in your care," Natsume said, smiling.

The doctor nodded, and motioned for Natsume to follow. Natsume bowed to her master, and started to leave with him, momentarily startled by the Nurses that came out, all clad in outfits more befitting a Dominatrix. Natsume quickly glanced back to Myriad, who just nodded, assuring her it was all right. She was still somewhat nervous heading into the hospital.

Myriad shook her head, chuckling. "Haven't even been gone that long and I already missed this place..." she said. "Anyway, the hospital has a lounge, arcade, and stuff in the waiting rooms. We can wait for her there."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake gave the doctor a respectful nod at the bow, and returned the one Natsume gave him. The sight of the unique uniforms for the nurses did raise a brow but he wouldn't pass judgement on the place simply by the dress code. When Myriad mentioned a waiting room he smiled.

"Sounds like a plan to me, just need to let Niri out of her ball, then you can take us there." He moved as he spoke, grabbing Niri's ball from the glove and bringing it to proper size. Without a word the ball opened, releasing the energy contained which shaped itself back to the Leviathan's voluptuous form. Niri shivered a little before rolling her shoulders.

"Man, I know its necessary at times but being balled makes me uncomfortable." Drake gave an idle shrug as he placed the ball back to its slot, thankful for the moment that the room had enough height to allow Niri to fully stand.

"I know Niri but it was the only way to get here fast enough and even then it still took us a bit; 20 minutes by my guess." Niri gave a snort but didn't say anything else, content at the moment to gaze about the room. Drake turned back to Myriad with a smile.

"Now that we're set, lead on Myr. It also seems like you've got a tale or 2 to tell while we wait." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder bringing her close as Mary stepped to his other side, smiling sweetly at the Legion.

"You said there was an arcade yes?" The look she gave was positively cute, which was bizarre considering her recent changes. Niri huffed a little as she brought up the rear.

"You just want to practice so Abyss doesn't mop the floor with you so bad like last time." The Demi eeped, blushing as she poked her fingers together, her wings curling around her. Drake chuckled warmly, happy that things were going alright for the moment.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad nodded and lead them inside. The interior of the hospital looked like the love child of a torture chamber, insane asylum, and the most tacky casino ever, several instruments visible in opened rooms the kind of things that would make Jigsaw weep with jealousy. And yet despite the twisted, demonic decor (even the arcade machines, all thirty of them, looked partially organic), the place had the feel of a well-equipped and very successful hospital.

Myriad went over and plopped herself down on a couch. "Yeah, I do have a few things to say about this place," she said. "It's been good to me over the years, for one."

[Creator_Drake]

He gave a nod, smiling at Myriad as he took a seat beside her on the couch, wrapping his arm around her once more. Mary and Niri took seats around them and got comfortable, Niri taking up a whole couch to herself. Mary beamed at the Legion, holding her hands together with her fingers spread out.

"It's good that you had such support, especially with what happened as you described." Her gaze turned a little sad there, her wings drooping a little as the memory came up. Drake knew it all to well, even if he didn't have his perfect recall being bonded with Mary as they were would have more than made up for it. He gave a slow nod while gripping Myriad's shoulder comfortingly.

"Mhmm, but it happened in the past and that's where it stays. Now then, there's bound to be some funny stories that you can tell us."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad chuckled. "Oh, I gotta lot," she said. "I could tell you about the time Lady Elohim came to Lady Lucifell and they had a big makeout session in Gluttony. Who knew that such a big bruiser of an angel had a feedee fetish?"

She smirked a little at Mary. "And there's the time me, Lissandra, and Kanabok decided to make a sand castle in the Anger desert. Let me tell you what, you've never had a beach adventure until you've defended a giant sand castle that's actively fighting you." She quirked an eyebrow at Drake. "Although knowing you, you probably have."

[Creator_Drake]

Niri groaned a little from her spot as Mary's eyes glazed over a moment. Memories flowed into her mind as the bond worked its magic. Mary saw what looked like a group of teenagers with some unique individuals. They all stood in a vast, seemingly endless desert in the dark of night, a bright moon overhead. Chief among them was a teen with bright orange hair and a cleaver as long as he was tall, yet all focus was placed on the massive, legless giant that stood before them. It's size was massive yet the giant's presence was nothing like the Titans. Most peculiar were 3 things, aside from the fact that the giant was composed of sand.

The first was the mask that covered it's head, bone white with black emptiness where the eyes would be. The second was that its head was shaped as a sand castle which worked as a make-shift crown of sorts. The last thing was the large hole in the middle of the giant's chest, the hole completely hollow which allowed onlookers to see the starry sky behind said giant.

Words she never heard of yet understood filtered through... Las Noches... Hollow... Arrancar... Runuganga... Shinigami... Aizen... Ichigo...

Meanwhile Drake scratched his cheek sheepishly while chuckling.

"Well, technically it wasn't a sand castle and I wasn't trying to defend it but if you just mean fighting something made completely out of sand then yes I have." Oh he remembered that mission quite well, jumping into enemy territory head first to help the kid save his friend as that carrot-top was known for. He felt the memories filter through the bond to Mary, which explained the glazed look on her face. Another popped up; fighting the blond Terceira was a good experience at the time, since it was still early in his training overall. He shook his head, giving Myriad a kiss on her head.

"Regardless, it was something I went through yes."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad nodded. "Thought so," she said. "Anyway, there was also the time we teamed up with Lady Macavity and EVERYONE in the Pit to rearrange the order of the Circles while Lady Lucifell was out." The Legion cackled. "You should have seen her face. It was HILARIOUS!"

[Creator_Drake]

Brows raised, Drake stared a moment before flicking his head back, his laugh echoing down the halls of the hospital. Mary was brought out of her reverie by the sound and feelings through the bond; despite the blush on her face she giggled along. Niri stared at Myriad incredulously.

"Hah? How the hell did you do that? Moreover how the hell was everyone convinced to join in?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Simple. Everyone that lives here is a mischief maker. The only place worse is Lady Macavity's Asylum. When the freakin' Chaos Cleric herself shows up and asks for help in an UberPrank, then you can bet your bulbous booty that they're gonna help out," Myriad said, snickering. "Took us a while, but Lucifell was having a REAL good time where she was."

The Legion popped her neck, glancing back to the direction Natsume went in.

The Yami Bake Samurai was fine, just a little embarassed at the 'care' techniques of the nurses....

Myriad turned back to the others and said, "Anyway, Lucifell got back and much fun was had by all. And then she had War come and make us all clean it up." She sniffed, and giggled. "Worth it."

[Creator_Drake]

Niri could only shake her head, smiling as she lounged back on the couch. "Heh, I bet it was." She also didn't mind the quip on her butt; Drake loved it as it was so there was no need to make a fuss over it.

Mary continued to giggle, wiping a tear from her eye as she smiled at the Legion. "That's good to hear. So what were things like before you came to mother's temple that day? Anything interesting?"

Drake all the while was returning from his laughing fit, holding one side as he took deep breaths to calm down. He still held a large grin on his face, chuckling every now and again. He pulled Myriad closer a moment, hugging her with one arm as he kissed her temple again, thanking her for making him laugh.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad blushed brightly, smiling and snuggling close to her master. She told a few more stories, including a rather bawdy tale involving bananas, caramel sauce, and a rather naughty Balloon/Lawgirl Mutation that had a 'unique' way of arresting people. As she was telling a story about a priest, rabbi, and an Elvis impersonator walking into a bar, Natsume came back.

She bowed. "Vladimir-sensei," she said, using what she believed she remembered Drake's cover name to be, "the Doctors have examined me. Aside from fatigue, the doctor says I should be fine. The sigil Elohim-sama implanted in me apparently prevented me from feeling the worst of the effects Babylon-sama's poison, while Myriad's shell bodies diffused the effects in her."

Myriad nodded. "So long as we're okay," she said. "Freakin' whatever the hell that was."

"You're better off not knowing what that was," Lucifell said, appearing behind Drake and leaning over him, her massive breasts resting on his head. "Trust me. Mainframe did an analysis of what was in her cup one time... Abyss threw up for about an hour. Which is weird because she's supposed to be a void Pokegirl."

Myriad would have complained about Lucifell giving Drake a boobhat, but the battered condition of the otherwise smiling Prime Legendary gave her pause. Lucifell just smiled weakly. "Sorry about the abrupt depature, folks. Dealing with our twisted sister tends to be a little... precarious. At best."

[Creator_Drake]

"I'll bet." It was almost off-hand, the words he spoke but anyone adept at listening could tell there was a firmness to his tone that belied his words. With his free hand he placed it on the side of her breast but didn't squeeze, merely trailed it up until he could feel near her shoulder. He rubbed the spot, hoping to give some form of comfort despite everything.

"You have no reason to apologise though, considering the situation I don't mind it at all. Mary, if you could-"

"Of course, Master." Cutting him off before he could finish with a smile, Mary stood from her chair and moved to stand beside Lucifell. Placing both hands on the Prime's side Mary began a healing spell, if nothing else than to help Lucifell settle. She was annoyed as well about the Prime's position above Drake but let it go for the moment, Lucifell was like that and wasn't going to change anytime soon. Besides, Drake was fine, highly amused but fine.

"What ever I want to talk to you about can wait until tomorrow Lady Lucifell, better to give you a chance to rest up from what just happened. Niri, if you could let her have the couch?" The leviathan gave a ready nod, happy with the notion of getting Lucifell a spot to rest. And no, it wasn't that she was jealous of the Prime for having a larger bust and resting them on her Master's head, not one bit.

"Why don't take a load off while Mary heals you Lady Lucifell? Then we can go from there once you're a bit less haggard."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell nodded. She shifted from her demonic form to her more humanoid one, sighing and plopping down on the couch. As Mary healed her, she closed her eyes and began breathing slowly. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, okay..." she said, looking around. Seeing nobody nearby, she said, "You're that offworlder and his harem. The one with the face that looks like... well, Mainframe's probably told you by now." She shook her head. "You got some balls, kiddo. No BRAINS, but definitive balls."

[Creator_Drake]

He didn't bat a lash at the jab. "Well you're being upfront and telling it to my face, so I'll thank you for that. At the-hold a moment. Mary if yo-"

"Already on it." Her eye's glowed, and with a gesture a golden light shone around them before disappearing, followed by a blue one which disappeared as well. He could feel the satisfaction Mary had through the bond; this was definitely gonna take some getting used to.

"Silence and Misdirect barriers up Master." Drake gave her a smiling nod in thanks, before looking at Natsume. With a jerk of his head he patted the far armrest of the couch he and Myriad were sitting on while Mary continued to heal Lucifell. Niri meanwhile had taken to kneeling behind Drake's position on the couch, resting her forearms as she gazed at the Prime. She wanted to tell the Prime off for the insult but held her tongue since she knew it would only make things worse for them all in the long run. Drake removed his arm from Myriad so he could lean forward, elbows on knees.

"As I was saying, at the same time I honestly didn't know that Drake Denson here was such a fuck-tard, until Mainframe told me as you mentioned." He loked her right in the eye. "While Chronos has probably told you everything so far, if it's alright I'd rather you tell me what you know, that way we can skip through a bunch of explanations and get right to whatever questions you've got for me, if any."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Lucifell cricked her neck and fluttered her black wings, sighing. "I know that you're planning on facing down Donovan, and are planning to meet up with all of us to try and get advice on him. I know that you've got a shitload of power and would probably be the envy of every Titan Monster hunter on the planet if you displayed it. I also know that you've got a chunk of it sealed. Partially by your own will, and partially by the nature of this world. Little tip from the Devil Herself, Drake: You're going to be unable to access your full power here, even if you want to."

[Creator_Drake]

Closing his eyes the man sighed while shaking his head. Looking back up he held a slightly miffed but understanding expression.

"I thought as much. Still I had a hope it wouldn't be the case but at the very least I know now." He was about to continue when Niri made her voice heard.

"Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean by that? The nature of this world would prevent him from using his full power? How does tha-"

"Part of it has to do with a status quo Niri, and that quo is made by the creator of each realm. It's a rule they put in place to help keep some basis of overlying order." Drake had leaned back during her outburst, reaching behind he grabbed hold of her shoulder, stopping her. Mary continued where he left off.

"That's right, while there are humans here that wield grand powers that could match Drake's own, they don't have the raw power that he himself has. Also, there's a matter of the source." At Niri's curious look the Demi continued. "Sacred items such as Mjolnir and Excalibur are mystical in nature and the powers their wielders use come from the weapons themselves and nowhere else. Drake's powers on the other hand are none but his own and can be considered of natural origin since they come from his very being." For a moment the Leviathan's face scrunched up as the gears turned in her mind. After a moment she gave a slow nod.

"Ok, I think I get it, I'll need a bit of time though." Mary gave her a sweet smile, one Niri returned.

"It's not only that though." Speaking up Drake brought their attention back to him. His head was tilted to the side while his arms were crossed.

"There are being here with abilities that trump others simply because it's their nature. The Hero Maker for instance." The girls bonded with him flinched at the name, Niri suddenly grabbing his head and pressing it to her bosom. Her hold was firm but caring, gentle enough that he could still speak.

"Damn thing went through all defences I had like paper, and was able to block the bond, both to you girls and my partners. Had Niri not seen me and alerted Mary I'd be a Brute right now, and likely a dead one at that."