Moments of Epsilon

[Fanfic Fetishist]

War gave Drake an appraising look, a smirk coming to her face. She then picked up the remains of Kurogame's blade, and snorted. "A zanpakuto? These things are as durable as plastic. It's a wonder it didn't break by someone BREATHING on it hard enough," she said. She reached into the bag and touched it. "Hnh. Decent spirit helper inside it, but zanpakuto are always weak for actual combat."

She turned to Drake. "I can reforge turtle boy here so that his blade is ten times stronger than before. But I'm gonna need to take him to my personal forge back in my Lair," she said. "You up for a trip there once you're all healed?"

She paused for a minute, listening to his response, and added, "Listen, for what it's worth, I trust you. You gave my grandson a good scrap and you're honorable enough to play fair when needed. Yes, I'm aware of how strong you are normally. Pesty was in full mad scientist mode, gleeful about the blood sample she took along with the Typhon Poison."

She cricked her neck. "You come to the Battlefield when you're ready," War said, the Prime not one for mincing words. "I'll have turtle boy here fixed up and stronger than ever. I'll tell you what little we know about Babylon, too."

Myriad groaned softly. "Great... More crazy people fighting..." she muttered.

[Creator_Drake]

War gave Drake an appraising look, a smirk coming to her face. She then picked up the remains of Kurogame's blade, and snorted. "A zanpakuto? These things are as durable as plastic. It's a wonder it didn't break by someone BREATHING on it hard enough," she said. She reached into the bag and touched it. "Hnh. Decent spirit helper inside it, but zanpakuto are always weak for actual combat."

Both Drake and Niri tensed heavily at the insult, Niri would have let her displeasure known had Drake not given her a look. Turning back he gave War a very stoney look, agitation palpable even though he stood still as a statue.

"You bias is noted. And in responce I say tell that to the various weapons and powers it's successfully defended against. Mystical weapons and powers of mass destruction included." He could feel the indignation from both his partners, something that tried his patience and control in a way that hadn't happened for a very long time. His experience in controlling such outbursts and a little calming help from Mary kept things in check. She would regret her words soon enough.

She turned to Drake. "I can reforge turtle boy here so that his blade is ten times stronger than before. But I'm gonna need to take him to my personal forge back in my Lair," she said. "You up for a trip there once you're all healed?"

His face was still set as stone but his gaze held the slightest of an inquisitive glance.

"You insult both my partners and myself without preamble and then offer to 'empower' my partner further towards your expectations of a sword? You'll have to excuse my skepticism. With my blade made from what it is I could simply recall it back to my soul and it'll reform itself within the hour back to the way it was. And with how things currently stand I should do so out of spite. So tell me, why the flying fuck should I accept your offer?" Niri had a silent yet sharp intake of breathe when she heard him; he almost never got this pissed about anything.

She paused for a minute, listening to his response, and added, "Listen, for what it's worth, I trust you. You gave my grandson a good scrap and you're honorable enough to play fair when needed. Yes, I'm aware of how strong you are normally. Pesty was in full mad scientist mode, gleeful about the blood sample she took along with the Typhon Poison."

Both Master and Alpha nearly snorted in unison; War may have had an inkling but until she fought him she had no idea how strong he really was. For now Drake curbed his anger by taking a few calming breathes, damn was he worked up and not in the way he liked. His face lost most of its prior stony look but a smile had yet to return.

She cricked her neck. "You come to the Battlefield when you're ready," War said, the Prime not one for mincing words. "I'll have turtle boy here fixed up and stronger than ever. I'll tell you what little we know about Babylon, too."

Myriad groaned softly. "Great... More crazy people fighting..." she muttered.

His right brow twitched at War's tone and was about to recall Kurogame's blade like he said he would before recieving a shock.

'Drake, let her give me the upgrade.' Drake's only outward action was to become completely still for a moment, a pause of breathe before resuming while he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. Mary looked towards Drake with an astonished and incredulous look, mouth slightly agape. Inside Drake's soul however things were far different.

"WHAT?!" The mental outcry sent quakes throughout the soulscape, causing Mary to involuntarily gulp softly as she watched her silent master and lover. Inside Drake appeared before Kurogame, lightning and fire rolling off his soul form as he gazed at his partner.

'Before you continue your tirade know that I too am greatly irritated and insulted by this female, half-equine version of War we met and fought against all those years ago.'

"Which by all rights you damn well fucking should be!" The obsidian tortoise weathered his wielders anger expertly, remaining impassive as the anger worked its way.

'Calm yourself Drake, remember what you need.' He was pleased to see Drake do as heeded, the soul representation of his reishi fading as he calmed himself. The zanpakuto spirit was very gland his wielder had the control he had, along with the seal in place. If released any higher than it was now then the turbulent emotion would have forced his reishi to react in kind, exerting his reiatsu and effectively crushing everything around Drake that couldn't weather it. Which by the spirit's guess was this entire building save shielded rooms, and all personnel and patients here including Drake's own girls. War held the greatest defence due to her make up but she would quickly learn not to underestimate the man not even half her height standing before her.

"...Fine. Now what have you cooked up?" The tortoise spirit gave a small grin, one that was soon matched by his wielder.

Outside not much had changed, the internal conversation lasting no more than scant seconds for Niri and the others. Mary's mouth had dropped a little further as she gazed at him, his thoughts had been such a blur to her! He wasn't disconnected from her, far from it, but the conversation between spirit and wielder happened so fast she was only able to pick up pieces of it for the moment. The rest would come later once things sorted out.

Drake opened his eyes, looking far more calm than before though still lacking his usual smile. His lips twitched and his girls got the feeling he had digested something he wish he didn't.

"We'll meet you at your lair when we are able while you work on Kurogame." The words caused a short gasp to be released from Niri, a look of utmost surprise and shock on her face. Before she could utter a word Drake looked her in the eye, the gaze silencing whatever protest the Leviathan was about to give. Due to facing away from the Prime at that moment, War was not able to see the look Drake gave.

"I will say this however." Drake spoke as he turned, his voice holding a cool tone, strict but it held respect. War would recognize this easily as it was something she would have used herself. The tone made each of his girls straighten as much as they physically could in their beds, subconsciously recognising the tone of a commanding officer. Hands folded behind his back Drake then appeared face to face with War, standing in the air as he had done with the other tall Primes. He stared at her in the eye, showing her a set of eyes that would be surprisingly similar to her own in her serious moments. Elohim had seen these eyes but had waved them off, not believing or seeing that Drake held a level of experience that could match their own, just in a different way.

"Kurogame is a piece of my very being, my very soul. That is how much I'm putting my own trust in you, War." The man before her wasn't the happy-go-lucky and somewhat silly if eccentric traveler she had just met and heard about. Standing before her was a General that could match the caliber she herself held, back held firm and eyes as hard as the metal War forged. His tone was that of a war veteran, a general speaking to another general they respected but rightfully weary of.

"There is however one question that I have. Is it possible for you to give Kurogame the abilities needed to face threats of a Hero-Makers caliber?" This time it was Mary who gasped, who quickly turned her gaze to the towering Prime to hear her answer, as the other girls were probably doing as well.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

War listened to his proclaimation, smirking to herself. "Okay. I like you, brat. Plus, thanks for giving me a hint on how much I'll need to cheat to beat you," she said, mainly to herself.

Myriad overhead this, and sighed, groaning. She didn't drop her straightened posture, but she knew that War was now planning every dirty trick in the book. She knew War. Drake had her attention now, and that meant she'd want to not just beat him in a fight, but humiliate him as well. Not out of spite, but out of her twisted version of respect. In her own insane, battle-crazed way, she would be acknowledging Drake as an equal and possibly a better.

Or, as War would put it, a challenge.

Natsume, for her part, just squirmed. She was almost completely healed, the ringing in her ears almost completely gone. Her new Master's commanding tone was turning her on, and she found her Taming need rising...

War, meanwhile, listened to Drake's statement about Kurogame and his question and nodded. "Firstly, I'm an unrepentant, unremorseful jerk, but I'm not that much of one. Not only will Kurogame be a better weapon than before, his spirit form will probably be more powerful and cool-looking once I finish improving it. Him. Blah, I can never remember which pronoun to use with these flimsy soul swords."

Myriad shook her head, groaning again. Another advantage Drake unconsciously gave War: she knows now that Drake has buttons she can push.

"As for the Heromakers... They're more sneaky pests than anything. Their danger rating comes from making Brutes. Train the Legion to use her shell ball to be more observant and you'll never get ambushed again. However you're lucky you're getting an upgrade now, kiddo, as the Titan Monsters just get stronger from here. You gave my grandson a good scrap, even if you did restrict yourself, and I'm not about to let a good challenger go away."

War popped her neck, calmly listening to Drake's response. "Couple things before I go," she said. "The Cult of Typhonna knows about you now, knows that you've encountered Typhonna. Your little outburst in the Clocktower when Pesty was healing you is what attracted Babylon. I don't know HOW that bitch learned what happened, but she told them. Be very careful, as they're the ones that have killed 99% of the heroes of your type that have tried to come to this reality." She fiddled around in one of her saddlebag pockets, pulling out a small, glowing orb.

"Secondly, Chronos, or I think a future version of her, gave me this. She says that this will show you what your fate will most definitely be if you continue on this the way you have been. You want to look at it now, or later, after I give you back Kurogame?"

[Creator_Drake]

He looked at the orb for a moment, the seconds of silence stretching on for those watching. A soft breath broke the silence as Drake shook his head.

"I'll wait for now, once I have my blade returned and after we've had our little engagement." He dearly wished to know what possible path the future Chronos had seen, but he knew better than to add more to his plate than needed at this time. He then snorted.

"As for Babylon and the cult, I'm not surprised really; not with my luck. When we have time later I'd like to speak about them as well." With that he slowly floated back to the floor, Niri shaking her head.

"You just never can catch a break with things like this can you?" Drake shook his head as he picked up the tossed bag and began putting Kurogame's shards back in.

"You learn to live with it after the first century or 2, like that time I had to deal with Nerv, Seele and the Angels. That was a rough ride if there ever was one." He spoke calmly, as if talking about the weather. The earlier commanding edge of his voice gone like the wisp of wind, allowing his girls to relax some. Niri for her case shivered at the mention of that place, which Mary soon followed suit, the memories painting a very unpleasant picture.

"I'm glad you never took me there, it sounded so fucked up." Drake simply nodded his head.

"More than you know, Niri. More than you know." Shaking his head as he closed the bag, he tossed it to War as he looked back to her.

"We'll see you in about a week, couple things I want to wrap up before anything else. Also if you're able, could you tell Pestilence I'll be having a chat with her after we're done? There are a couple things about my blood I need to mention to her."

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In the space where cries of pleasure went on without end, near the throne where The Author sat, a portal appeared silently but not without warning. The Author would have sensed such an intrusion to HIS domain. And yet there was no threat, the being who entered was one every creator Deity knew, but it was seldom when one would make a personal visit.

"Fair Greetings to you, young Godling. I trust the current days go well?" The being was as large as The Author, it's vague humanoid form covered by an etheral flame that gave off no heat as it floated a foot off the ground. The form was featureless, completely androgynous in both shape and voice. There was no mouth where one would usually find one, only a pair of eyes that shone out beyond the flame. The voice was monotone yet expressive, something The Author could understand only as a God could.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

War nodded, pocketing the fate sphere again. "Pesty overstepping her yet bounds again?" she laughed. "I'll let her know." She looked over the material of Kurogame's blade. "Yeah, this'll be fixed up right properly." She turned to leave, and said, "Anything else I need to know before I head out? Any last minute threats you want to entertain me with?"

Myriad shook her head, her expression clearly stating 'Please don't encourage her...'

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The Author chuckled softly. "Y'know, I put those 'Private Property' signs out on the lawn for a reason," he said. He was irritated, but not too much. He didn't turn around, continuing to face the endless orgy. "Things are going well so far. I'm slowly but steadily building the world. The occasional outsider notwithstanding, things are going well." He quirked an eyebrow. "I assume you have something you want to talk about something?"

[Creator_Drake]

A small half-smirk appeared on his face.

"In a manner of speaking for 'Pesty', perhaps." He shook his head, returning fully to the persona most knew him as. Looking up he rested his hands behind his head and smiled cheerfully.

"Sorry War, but I'm fresh out of last minute threats at the moment. If you're patient though I might give you one after you return my blade." It was as if the man had won the lottery, his voice cheerful and bright. Niri groaned out as she laid back in the comfy hospital bed, facepalming.

"And there he goes again." Drake simply chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

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The being slowly floated over to 'stand' beside The Author, impassive eyes looking over the landscape.

"Indeed there is purpose to this visit, most of which concerns our young asset, one Drake. Normally we would not have entered a Deities personal realm as such, however, since this is concerning this particular asset, certain protocols must be followed. Firstly is Drake's unnatural power; we will not halt young War in upgrading his blade nor will we stop their match. The sole reason being that the young War-ling offered her services without being asked prior."

"If it were otherwise, she would not be at fault nor would she be penalized. We would simply extract out asset and relieve him of that which he had gained. That power was a reward for his immaculate services under which he swore an oath to not, under any circumstances, ask for that power to be changed or empowered." The beings voice again was monotone, and held very little reflection. With an errant gesture another, smaller portal appeared, showing the small hospital room and the events that transpired.

"His power will help him in times of need while he remains here and long after he has left. Just as the seven alongside him will."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

War cackled. "I leave you to it, then," she said, turning around, accidentally knocking over an unoccupied bed. She grumbled something that sounded vaguely like 'Teeny Tiny' and said, "Come see me when you're ready to scrap again." She held up the bag, looking at the pieces. "Come on, turtle boy. Time to make you into a badass."

She trotted away, leaving Drake alone with his harem. Myriad collapsed in relief, sighing, while Natsume squirmed, blushing a little as she tried to hide her arousal from Drake's commanding presence earlier.

Myriad shook her head. "Freakin' Horsemen..."

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"Interesting," he said. "Why remove a power he gains if he asked for it himself? Maybe it's just because I'm new to the whole 'supreme-esque being' thing, but I'd think a chosen hero with a little extra power would be a good thing. It's part of the reason I led Mao Shin Mao, Eric, and the Commander into finding the artifacts in their possession."

[Creator_Drake]

'As if he wasn't one already.' Drake shook his head as the large Prime of War left, grumbling all the way as some nurses, sexy he might add, hastily stood aside to let the Prime pass. He had been worried for a moment when the talk of upgrading his blade came up, he knew what would happen should he had asked. But since he hadn't been yanked yet, his worries subsided. A lazy half smile appeared when he felt Myriads relief.

"Well that was certainly an ordeal, wouldn't you say Myriad?" Niri huffed.

"I'll say but... why did you let her take Kuro?" Drake crossed his arms.

"I didn't." the Leviathan looked bewildered, blinking owlishly. Drake continued.

"Remember, the blade is simply a physical manifestation of my power, a piece of the entire puzzle. Her reforging the blade will be like getting upgrades for a machine to work better, getting them won't change anything, they need to be integrated into the whole first. War'll discover this once she starts working on it in her lair, nothing against her skills of course. Once I get the blade back I'll just convert back to spirit particles and reintegrate it. Don't know how long that'll take, we'll just have to wait and see." Niri had a contemplative look on her face as she mused her masters words, soon enough she shook her head and laid her head back.

"I trust you babe, but I just wish you didn't do such crazy things at times." The man snickered.

"You'd go crazy after a week, like how Natsume will go crazy if I don't tame her within the hour." Hearing a squeak made his smile widen. Niri turned to the Yami Bake Samurai with raised brows. She looked back.

"How did you..." Surprisingly it was Mary who answered.

"He could smell her arousal." It was Drake's turn to give a raised brow.

"Now now, I ain't no blood hound. It's just higher than usual, enough to make out a light scent of lilac amongst the cleaning agents used in the room."

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"We have our reasons, and there was no mention of the removal being permanent. With Drake everything is a lesson, and he has learned many while traveling as he will need it in the coming trials." The Being gave The Author another side glance.

"You are indeed new Deus ex Machina, though that will change the longer your Epsilon exists and is built. As for Excalibur, Mjornir and the Brahmastra, only the latter was modified but is balanced out by other factions in this world, as you felt it was needed. The Soul Shield on the other hand is only balanced by its secondary, the Soul Blade, both come from a single source and not an outside influence. As such it is up to the asset to keep himself in check for now, which he had done with great resolve."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume squirmed, blushing brightly. "Well... I think I like it when you get all commanding and such," she said. "I've never seen anyone stand up to a Prime like that before."

Myriad just chuckled. "Lilac? Seriously? Hnh... Last guy I had before you said the same thing about me when I got aroused. Maybe it's a spirit-type thing..."

Natsume blushed. "Master... I desire you so much right now..."

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"Hnh. Fair enough," the Author said, sipping a glass of fresh milk. "So what brings you to my little Sexyverse version of my world? Just visiting, or here to make sure I'm not abusing your little pawn too much? Or something along those lines."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake simply chuckled, shaking his head before looking at Natsume with an easy smile.

"I suppose this has been put off long enough, this'll be a good a time as any." Finding his clothes neatly folded atop his shoes Drake got dressed, though he left the vest off for now. He then helped Natsume out of the hospital bed and eased an arm around her middle.

"Come then my Yojimbo-chan, you have an itch that I must scratch." Niri rolled her eyes while Mary let out a light giggle.

"You can be so cheezy at times hon." Drake simply stuck out his tongue childishly in rebuttal, before leading his very horny samurai ghosty.

"We'll be back in a bit. Even if you feel pretty good at the moment take what rest you can when you can." With that he left the room, Natsume held to his side. Coming across a very busty bunny nurse Drake popped the question.

"Excuse me miss, might it be at all possible for you to direct us to the nearest soundproof taming room?"

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"It is more of something than anything. If we felt you were 'abusing' our asset he would have be pulled out without a moments notice." There was a small pause before the Being continued.

"The second reason for our visit pertains to your young Pestilence, who is now unknowingly part of a small group of select individuals. She has made discoveries that while profound, must not be shared or spread. When the asset visits her Lair, he will be under directive to dispose of all blood samples and purge all information concerning his blood. The reasons for such actions are to prevent a second sub-Theta incident, where an entire sub-Primal quadrant of realities had to be purged by its ruling Deity. The incident itself however is not by any direct fault of the asset's, more by what the young Wesker had attempted."

"We did not have the knowledge we do before that incident, nor could the Time Lords inform us of the consequences for as odd as it sounds none could see this event. For the moment however, there is no need for alarm; while her siblings like the War-ling knows of Pestilences excitement, only the young one herself, along with the asset knows of what she has discovered. My reason for coming here is to confirm with your permission for the asset to purge all records of this discovery."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume just blushed, pressing herself to Drake's body and kissing him over and over as she was led outside. The Taming need was fully upon her now, and most of her thoughts were dedicated to pleasure both for herself and Drake.

The Rabbit in the nurse outfit (which looked more like a fetish costume than anything else), looked up, her ample chest visibly straining the shirt of her outfit. Her ID card said 'Anya,' pinned strategically where her nipple would be on one of her immense boobs. She looked up, saw Natsume practically pawing Drake, and grinned. "Thirteenth door on your left down the hallway to the right, past the Demon Wall guard. It's the only one not occupied right now," she said.

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"Permission granted," the Author said. "Pesty means well, but I have enough trouble trying to keep out scene-stealing superheroes as it is. I don't need her to go making them." He grumbled softly, a mental command summoning up a pair of Dominions having some fun with a willing, very submissive Mephisto Pokegirl... "So long as the only superhumans made are made by the Purification Society, then the Balance will be maintained."

[Creator_Drake]

He gave young Anya a handsome smile as he nodded in thanks. He did give the girl a quick once over but it was brief, the girl at his side a greater focus right now.

"Thank you Anya, I'll be sure to let her know." With a quick wink he turned Natsume down the right hallway, soon coming to a wide space between the 12th and 13th door to their left. When he later recalled today Drake would find it funny how the pair had walked without incident and without Natsume trying to stuff her hands down his pants.

"Excuse me? I was told by miss Anya that the thirteenth taming room here was free? I'd like to use it for myself and my Yami Bake Samurai Natsume here."

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The Being turned fully towards the Author, giving a full nod.

"You have our thanks Deus Ex Epsilon, we will pass this along to Drake once he has bonded to the 4th of the 7. He is in for some very interesting days. As for the Balance here you are correct, after the Incident the Time Lords have placed more focus when it concerns the asset, as is needed when concerning those of human origin. They do not see anything occurring in response to Drake's blood so it is goods for now. I do wonder, when will you have Drake meet the 5th? He will not be told of course, however I find myself curious."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The wall behind the two of them seemed to bulge out, forming a buxom woman with long hair that merged partially into the wall. The Demon Wall, totally nude, nodded and gestured to the door they were supposed to go in. "You're where you need to be," she said.

Natsume let out a needful mewl. She had managed to restrain herself as best she could, but now she was trying to get her hands into her master's pants. The soul attack from Bhaltair's Archmage had messed with her biochemistry and moved her closer to ferality than she would be normally. (Myriad, having stayed conscious, wouldn't have this problem.) A good, hard Taming would clear it up and bond her to him, though...

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"Time lords..." the Author said, scowling. "Never did like them. Busybodies and their bodies..." He shook his head. "As for the fifth, that encounter will come when he goes to retrieve Kurogame's sword from War. She does not lie, Kurogame will be stronger all around once the sword is reclaimed. A previous shinigami that I quickly got through my realm got her zanpakuto reforged by her. The spirit that inhabited the sword was so strengthened by the reforging that her physical form changed."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake gave the Demon Wall a nod while moving to the door, half carrying Natsume as she clung to him. Opening the door Drake took quick stock of the room, seeing various toys and restraints on one side and the large bed on the other.

Firmly but gently, he took the near feral girl from him and held her before him, headless of her needful mewls while the door closed slowly. Right before it did, the Demon Wall would hear the most commanding tone she'll have ever heard come from a man, along with a single word that quite possibly would make her jealous of Natsume's situation.

"Strip." With that, the door clicked closed...

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"While some sentiments are shared they are needed as equally as we are, their actions and sacrifices during the Creation of Balance more than proving there worth." It paused as if in short contemplation, before looking outward once more.

"I take it the 5th will be quite taken with the Asset's show of force and cunning, or merely curious? As for the blade there will indeed be physical changes, how great a change however has yet to be seen. It may be great, it may be little; we'll know once the Asset has reintegrated the shard. As for their challenge, do you intend to let the War-ling lose should it occur?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume, struggling to control herself, slowly began to pull of the bodysuit she wore underneath her armor, trying to give her master a bit of a show. She squirmed as she did, her arousal showing in the damp patch on her bodysuit's pants. She panted softly, her chest bouncing with each breath as the door closed behind them, giving them some privacy.

The Demon Wall grinned. She hadn't heard a commanding tone like that since her father, and it made her want to seek out her own Tamer. And since she was scheduled to clock out in a few minutes anyway, why not? She disappeared into the wall, intent on working hard to make the time pass quickly...

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The Author just hmphed, his distaste for the Time Lords clear cut. "They've done nothing but make things worse when they try to come here," he said, shifting to female form. "The last time one came, I had to intervene directly so the Limbec Knights wouldn't have control of TARDIS technology. I don't need them with time travel..."

He shook his head, sighing. "The fifth will be an inexperienced Threshold case that has gone to War for training. She will discover Drake as she exits a training room and become taken with him on appearance. She'll be a bit of a stalker at first, but a harmless one. She'll work up the nerve to present herself to him after eavesdropping on a Taming session with one of the original Four. As for the conflict... Hnh. That brings up a good point. I get the feeling Drake wins a lot more than he loses. I was thinking that maybe Drake would learn more from a loss to a mundane opponent, such as a mortal avatar of War. Your thoughts?"

[Creator_Drake]

"There is never a mundane avatar of War, mortal or not. The lesson you wish to teach the asset might have already been taught, if the lesson in question is what I believe you are thinking. He has suffered defeat just as numerously as having earned victory. The asset's tenacity for surviving what most could not is the greatest source of confidence and at this time, it is his greatest shield for his current emotional fluctuations. Did it not seem all to easy for him to fall prey to his negative emotions? To his guilt? To his own anger?" The being let the question hang for Deus to ponder before continuing.

"Before meeting the young Water-Child, circumstances occurred which drove the asset to build emotional barriers, halting the degradation of his emotion yet preventing any healing to be made. Thanks to your delivery of the young Leviathan however, old wounds had begun healing where originally they just might have begun to fester. As each Ultramaiden bonds to him, the rate of healing increases, marginally so with the young feather-child forming the True Bond as you describe it. Such healing does have a price, however, one that the asset has yet to realize fully; the degree of control he held over his emotions has slackened. The water-child and doubler-child will make the most headway in discovering this as time passes."

"As for your idea, we understand both the need in delivering the sense of situational understanding and the desire to not see the repercussions of having a Champions image tarnished. The care you hold for your creations is well known outside this realm, Deus Ex Epsilon, and having such care is not a detrimental aspect to hold. However, There is a lesson to be learned for the young. The young Time-child admitted that she and her sisters have grown arrogant or prideful, whichever you prefer, and singular; did she not? Would it not stand to reason then that the War-ling would gain a more significant lesson in defeat from the Asset than the Asset would?"

"This suggestion is two-fold. Firstly, emotional integrity is maintained while helping starve off stagnation of any sort for either party. Secondly, it will cause a reaction from those watching him, ally and enemy alike. Helping your Champions obtain a reason to grow is never a negative outlook, but their eyes must be opened before they can move forward." The words spoken held an even tone, stating truths and observations. It's piece done for the moment the being gave Deus time to mull its words over.

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From the room Drake and Natsume were currently in one could hear muffled cries of pleasure and soft thumps, letting anyone nearby know that things were going well for the pair. Though it would come as a surprise since the room was supposed to be sound-proof...

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Pushing away the blush that threatened to control her face, Niri glanced over at Mary. The Demi in question held a glazed look on her face, hard blush present while a small trail of drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Shaking her head the Leviathan turned towards Myriad, bracing her face with an arm.

"For once I find a reason to be glad I don't as strong a bond as Mary does." She held a playful smirk on her face as she looked at her 'sister'. "How much you wanna bet Natsume floats back in hear either bow-legged or in Master's arms?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

The Author was silent for a long moment, and sighed wearily. "You make several good points, comrade," he said. "I don't like any of them, but I will concede their value. Should War Prime be bested by your Asset, I will not intervene."

He lay back in his chair, gesturing and creating images, all of powerful beings. In one image, an orange-clad young ninja created a large disruption, gaining several Legendaries in his harem. In another image, a man who introduced himself as Ranma Chaos had Pokegirls flock to his banner. "Forgive my reticence. Superhumans such as your 'Asset' have come to other varients of Pokegirl worlds and done tremendous damage. Even in my world, they have come, forcing me to do a hard reset several times to undo their damage."

He gestured again, creating three more images. One of was a foppish-seeming young man with long, spikey golden hair, clad in orange training clothes and fighting mightily against a bubblegum pink monstrosity. The second was of a man in blue form-fitting clothes, a bright red cape trailing behind him as he flew through the sky, a prominent S-shaped symbol on his chest. The third was of a rampaging monster battling an entire army, his skin as green as grass, his fists capable of shattering steel.

"For all the power present on my world, it is not equipped to deal with Worldbreakers," the Author said. "It is why Typhonna and her ilk had to die." He held out his hand, revealing seven glowing orbs, the souls of Typhonna and her sisters. "I hope you will forgive my nervousness, but your Asset has all the signs of becoming a Worldbreaker himself. I must ask you to watch him, lest he become one and endanger my world."

His eyes narrowed. "I will let him go on his journey, to grow as best he can. But if he becomes a danger to the safety of my world and you cannot remove him in time, then I will write him OUT of my story, consequences to myself be damned," the Author said, knowing full well the greater power of the entity in his realm.

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Myriad snickered. "No bet, seasnake," she said, stretching languidly. The ringing in her ears had almost completely faded. "We've all been on the business end of Master's broadsword, we all know what he can do when he does us." She chuckled, poking Mary in the boob. "And truthfully... I agree with you on the bond thing. I love the Master, but I still remember what happened to Mary when he was hurt..."

[Creator_Drake]

"As is your right young Godling, you shall face no consequence should it be needed to write out the asset. We understand your concern and do heed your words. The asset has been kept under watch long before the awakening of his powers, and shall continue to do so long after his physical body has finally perished. If you wish it a number of Guardians can be stationed to patrol the connections to your realm, help alleviate your effort of keeping out the unwanted?"It was an honest proposal and while the beings tone was monotone there was sincerity in its words. It paused for a moment, paying a cursory glance as the created images disappeared before turning back to The Author.

"Before I depart there is one final matter to discuss. Normally it would be a simple matter of just telling you, but this matter concerns both the asset and the young feather-child bonded to him. As she is a daughter to one of your champions it was prudent this be brought to your attention. Firstly, however, I will note that neither are in trouble and the matter with be resolved within moments once the situation occurs.

You know better than most how deep the bonds created in your reality can go. The stronger her bond with the asset grows the more that will be integrated into her awareness. In approximately 30 days time from the assets current perspective the bond will begin to filter certain pieces of information that few are allowed to know along with the assets more... painful memories. The only sign of this occurrence will be on the 30th day, as a minor headache will begin to develop. As such she will go under a procedure that is both painless and non-traumatizing that would allow her the same access as the asset by proxy, and grant her the needed mental protection in order to safeguard that information just as we have done with the asset. As for the other memories this will give the time needed for some true healing."

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Niri gave a glance towards the still dazed Demi, giving a soft sigh.

"I know what you mean. But you know, somethings been bugging me about all that. I mean, I kinda sorta understand that the scars on her soul, spirit or whatever caused the change but...I don't know, something just doesn't feel right about all that. Feels like, like its not the only reason for it you know? Like...I mean sure, what that overgrown bitch did to him caused him a lot of pain, hell we sure felt it but...that... that wouldn't be the only scar on his soul..." Keeping herself propped up with one arm Niri used the other hand to scratch her scaled head, her lips forming a thin line as she put great effort into figuring out how to put her feelings into words, the mental trait out her breed working against her slightly.

"Hell I could be wrong for all I know, but what I do know is that somethings changed since we came here..."