Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

He shook his head with a rueful smile, feeling Mary's emotions meant that the revelation got past his partners. Then again with a revelation like that he couldn't blame them.

"Well, that's good to hear at least, I'll make sure to at least be cordinal with any of Amaterasu's daughters if I meet them. Just seeing me will bring up bad memories, regardless of HIS reassurance, not when some manipulative little fuck does what that that-" There was a brief flare of power, causing some of the moniters to flicker before it was reigned in. He took a deep breath.

"Sorry, but when I hear of anything like what was done, it pushes the wrong buttons with me. If I ever see a group of them or hear about one of their activities, I don't give a shit what anyone says, they'll be nothing left but a smoking crater by the end of the hour." His jaw was clentched, eyes narrowed as they glowed a faint emerald.

"So, aside from letting me know that this version of myself was the largest fucking douchebag of all douchebags, what else do I need to know from this; this can't have been enerything."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Sorry, but when I hear of anything like what was done, it pushes the wrong buttons with me. If I ever see a group of them or hear about one of their activities, I don't give a shit what anyone says, they'll be nothing left but a smoking crater by the end of the hour." His jaw was clentched, eyes narrowed as they glowed a faint emerald.

Mainframe smiled for the first time. It was surprisingly pleasant, although extremely tired in appearance. "After Sydney, no one will object, really. And if there are Limbecs nearby, you might get help from them. Although to be honest, those Brotherhood of Mutants wannabes aren't that much better..." She sighed, relaxing a little in her chair and retracting her tendrils. "Blah, I miss the old comics..."

"So, aside from letting me know that this version of myself was the largest fucking douchebag of all douchebags, what else do I need to know from this; this can't have been enerything."

She sighed. "Unfortunately, there is limited information on Donovan and his abilities. Macavity is unusually twitchy around him, and claims that even her chaos powers can't track him. And the Four Horsewomen claim not to have given him permission to court their daughters. And yet there is a DemiDeath, DemiWar, DemiPestilence, and DemiFamine in his harem..." She looked uneasy. "Plus... plus, recordings of him tend to react on their own to whomever's watching them..."

[Creator_Drake]

"Hmm.." A contemplative look overcame his features as he crossed his arms.

"We can leave the recordings for another time. Have none of the other Primes ever faced him before? From what HE told me, Donovan grows stronger the more powerful his opponent; that just screams Adaptation to me, or at least some other form of it. Hopefully when the time comes he'll be successfully split from his team and I can fight him 1-on-1 without restraint.

On that note, could you show me the profiles for each of his girls? If I'm going to have a team to counter his almost perfectly, I need to know what they're like. If he has a full team what are the other girls apart from the Demi-Horsewomen?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mainframe sighed. "All of us have fought him. Abyss is the only one who's ever actually claimed a victory over him, forcing him to retreat," she said. "His attacks are... bizarre. I don't know how to describe them. The only time I've ever seen him show fear is when he fought the Pendragon, the King of the Monsters, and the current head of the Purification Society all at once, all of them using magical weapons they owned."

Mainframe shook her head, leaning forward. "His girls... the DemiHorsewomen, the Chaotic, and his mount, an Alicorn, they have the abilities standard to all members of their breed, just slightly more powerful. I cannot tell if they have any personality of their own, I just know that they are very defensive of Donovan and it's hard to get them away from him..."

[Creator_Drake]

He turned pensive, slowly pacing across the room before Mainframe. Cupping his chin, he stared at nothing at his thoughts tumbled from his mouth, the low mutterings echoing faintly.

"...if its like that-but if the seals are in place-or once they're trained...also depends on the weapons-once he's separated...." It wasa jumbled mess, his mind awhirl as thoughts came and went. He stopped suddenly making an about-face, turning to Mainframe.

"The only reason for the moment why he would fear those weapons would be due to some sort of reaction that occurs when all 3 are utilised in a specific manner. Figuring that out however is Beta Priority right now however; Alpha would be for me to learn all I can about the DemiHorsewomen, the Chaotic and Alicorn, and come up with usable counters." He looked away, thinking for a moment before nodding to himself.

"So long as they're in a divulging mood, I can speak with the Primes about their daughters, but since I'm here, if its not too much to ask, what can you tell me about the Chaotic and Alicorn? What are their major strengths, is there anything that can counter them or make their abilities weaker if not obsolete?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mainframe nodded. "I'd invest in a Databook soon. It can answer a lot of questions for you about any Pokegirl breed. There's also a free app that has information on the Titan Monsters," she said. "As for the Chaotic... they're completely insane. Even more random than a Toon, if that's possible, and a bit more dangerous, since they can actually hurt people. It's possible that the Chaotic's magic will backfire on her, but I wouldn't rely on it. Be VERY CAREFUL, as there's a chance her psionic magic can inflict the Discorded curse template on any of your girls. Bonds won't be broken, but their personality will be inverted. Fighting one going at full bore involves a great deal of luck."


She called up an image of Donovan's Alicorn. Her tauric half's fur and feathers were dark black, a tattoo of an extremely unsettling symbol (it looked different to everyone who looked at it, even as an image) on her flank. Her long, black hair extended down over her face, covering it except for one glowing eye, her horn a dark black. "Alicorns are extremely powerful magic users, up there with the Archmage and Jinn in terms of power. Their wind magic is exceptionally strong because that's their element. There's really no real counter beyond hoping you can endure long enough to do enough damage..."

She shook her head. "The Pokegirls themselves aren't really the problem. Any time we've fought them we've bested them easily. It's when Donovan decides to do something that things get complicated..."

[Creator_Drake]

"That's part of the whole plan. My girls will keep his busy, if not take them out quickly while I keep Donovan occupied. The biggest part of the plan though, the keystone if you will, is whether or not HE can pull Donovan and I to a different subspace, one where I can face him head-on without any restraints. Like my seal for instance." Channeling a bit of his power the same tattoo of chains appeared on his chest. He pulled aside the left half of his vest, displaying the seal a moment before he stopped channeling the power, making the seal fade once more.

"The seal is only for my Spritual power; I can still channel it and utilise minor abilities as you've already seen, but anything more is out of reach until the seal comes off. My Adaptation remains unaffected however. Thanks for the tip though about the Chaotic, she'll have to be the first taken out from the group."

Looking at the image of the Alicorn he got a strange sense, a sympathetic one. The woman on the screen just looked...depressing, sad. She must have looked far better before Donovan got his mitts on her.

"As for the Alicorn I'd take it that I'd need either an Archmage, Jinn or an Alicorn of my own to combat her magic might. But are there not other strategies? Is there a girl that can outpace an Alicorn and hit her hard enough for lasting damage at the same time?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mainframe's eyes glowed briefly as she did a full analysis of Drake's body, a light from her eyes sweeping over him. She blinked as the scan finished, a tendril snaking out from her back and attaching to her computer. "There are always a multitude of strategems. The key is knowing how to use them. For example, a Starlight is a powerful combatant. A Skystar that has trained sufficiently would be able to outpace her in the air in her jet form. It all depends on your knowledge and how you use your teammates." She thought a moment, and nodded. "I will provide you with a fully updated Databook before you leave."

She sighed. "I truly hope that you can do something to end Donovan. Something about him is just... unsettling... I haven't been this disturbed since Sukebe first captured me..."

[Creator_Drake]

He gave her a nod, eyes shining with open understanding and compassion. He didn't really know much of Mainframe's personal history, but from what he had heard it must not have been very good.

"Thank you. Even if I didn't have the duty of facing and taking out the various horrors within the Realms I'd still do this without question. He will be to rest, that I can assure you." In a blink he appeared before Mainframe, his hand squeezing her one shoulder with as much comfort as he could exude.

"I'll never claim to know how much this is actually effecting you, I haven't lived the life you have. What I do know is that there is always hope for a better day. Everything that has a beginning has an end, both the good things and the bad. Donovan's days are numbered and when that day comes, he'll finally be put to rest 6 feet under and the nightmare will come to an end. So smile, if not for that, then because you always look better when you do, besides; it can actually help you feel better." Drake spoke warmly, encouragingly yet realistically. His own smile wasn't large, but it was bright enough to match Mainframes glowing eyes any day. The hope, the belief and the confidence shone through unwaveringly; he was as solid as a mountain, there to support any who needed it.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Despite the brightness of his expression, Mainframe just smiled, a tired, disbelieving smile. "If you say so..." she said. "It's... difficult for me to believe in that. Because I am cursed to remember the name of everyone who dies, the only thing I really believe in nowadays is my records... In the time it's taken for us to converse, seven hundred people around the world have died..." She sighed, disconnecting herself from her computer and standing up.

"If you are truly intent on facing Donovan, I suggest you meet with all of us," she said. "Chronos's Clocktower has gateways that lead to all of our Lairs. It will make traveling simpler for you." She popped her neck. "You are free to stay here as long as you wish before you go see her. Just don't try to force your way into rooms that are locked. I lock them for a reason."

She stretched. "Your associates are in one of the video arcades. Abyss will keep you company. I need some time alone..." she said, heading through another door, one which sealed and locked behind her.

[Creator_Drake]

He watched her go, his smile turned into a sad thin line.

"I may not be connected to all the information as you are Mainframe, but I do know what it's like to never forgot the deaths you've seen. Photographic memory is as much a curse as it is a gift. " He whispered aloud while staring at the door Mainframe walked through. He understood why she was so disbelieving, he couldn't blame her. He just never liked seeing anyone look so tired, so resigned to what things already were.

With that he turned back to the door he entered, landing softly on the ground as the doors parted with a mechanical hiss. A low sigh escaped his lips as he walked down the hall, following the glowing arrows that would lead him to his girls. Despite her disbelief he'd prove her wrong, if only to help bring some more closure. He personally came to terms with death a while ago, being able to send spirits with his partners certainly helped. But Mainframe couldn't, all she could do was watch and take note. He wished there was some way to give her a rest from it, truly he did but unfortunately his mind was more focused with what he currently had to do.

Another sigh escaped as he reached the door where the sound of games and laughter came from. Passing through without issue he caught sight of Abyss and Mary sitting in front of a large screen, wireless controllers in their hands. They appeared to be playing some kind of fighting game as the big styled GAME OVER flashed on the screen reminding Drake of the Street Fighter IV from back home.

Abyss seemed as chipper as before while Mary held a pout; well it was plain to see who lost this round. He didn't see either Myriad or Niri but he could hear their laughter. Shrugging he walked up being Mary, and being mindful of her wings leaned on her shoulders, touching her cheek with his own.

"Having fun I see?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Gotta win to have fun," she muttered, as Abyss danced around, giggling. On the screen, the win screen showed Chun Li and Poison celebrating their victory over Rufus and Bison. Mary sighed, and set down the controller, turning to Drake. She had sensed how the conversation went, and hugged him gently, sending a mental apology for not warning him about Mainframe's overall melancholy.

Across the room, Myriad finished winning her game and decided to take a break, floating over to see what Niri was playing.

And Abyss, ever the mindful host, went to get donuts for Drake.

[Creator_Drake]

He chuckled warmly.

"Sure, winning sometimes while you play can makle things better, but it isn't everything in this." He wrapped his arms around Mary, giving her a warm hug.

"And you dont need to apologize for anything, it happens Mary. To be truthful I'm not surprised at all with how Mainframe is acting, with how much she's had to see and be constantly reminded of it..." He shakes his head with a sigh. "I just wish there was something I could do." With a tsing sound he rested his head atop of hers.

"We do have our next location though, Chrono's Clocktower, that way we can reach each of the Prime's for their input with Donovan."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary sighed. She didn't know how to help Lady Mainframe either. "Going to Chronos makes sense," she says. "She can be a bit confusing to talk to, at times..." She turned to kiss him. "What do you want to do, Drake?"

Abyss appeared between them with a plate of pastries. "I tell you what you should do," she said. "You should ENJOY TASTY THINGS!" She giggled, holding up apple cinnamon donuts.

[Creator_Drake]

Turning to her with a relieved smile, Drake plucks one of the donuts from the rest.

"I won't deny that always a good choice to make." With that he bit in, releasing a slow moan of content at the taste.

"Ok Abyss, you've got a talent for sweets." his mouth was half full, but he could still speak clearly. He turned to Mary after swallowing.

"As for what I want to do? There are lots of things like, I want to find Donovan's weaknesses, I want to find the other girls who would help us perfectly in order to take him down, I want...." he paused, taking another bite of the donut. He stayed silent as he chewed, soon swallowing.

"There's a lot of things I want, but I do know what I need to do. I need to seek out the other Primes, I need to come up with a strategy that'll help train you girls for what you're about to face. But most of all, I need to keep my promise to Myriad."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Abyss giggled, running off to serve the other guests of the Laboratory.

Myriad, who had decided to come over when she heard Drake start talking. She listened in briefly, and shivered softly. She wasn't sure about facing Donovan. Everything she had heard about him was bad. But she trusted Drake. She trusted him to keep her safe. Dismissing her body shields, she came up behind him, gently stroking his chin with one of her tentacles as she hugged him from behind.

"I'm holding you to that, handsome..." she said softly.

[Creator_Drake]

Feeling Myriad hug him from behind Drake gained an almost vulpine grin. Holding the delicious donut in one hand he snaked the other behind, trailing it down her smooth back. He chuckled low in his throat as he grasped her firm rear, kneading the soft flesh slowly with his fingers.

"I'm a man of my word beautiful. You'll find I tend to keep my promises very well." He placed a light kiss upon the tenticle stocking his chin.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad smirked as her ethereal flesh was squeezed, sending a tingle of pleasure up her spine. She kissed his neck, one hand reaching down to fondle his manhood. "Then why don't you keep it now?" The Legion's voice was almost a purr, shell bodys starting to form around the two of them, all of them looking at Drake lustfully, caressing his body. "I can make us a nice, quiet place to have some fun in right here and now..."

[Creator_Drake]

Quickly finishing his donut Drake licked his fingers clean, inadvertantly licking one of Myraids tenticles as it brushed past his lips. He turned to the Legion with a heated smile.

"Perhaps, though I would rather a more.... private setting, personally; a different room so we don't disturb others too much." He turned back to Mary with a sheepish expression.

"Guess I'll be keeping that promise sooner than I thought, sorry. "

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary smiled. "It's fine. Other Pokegirls in your harem need taming just as much as I do. Niri came first and Myriad has needs as well, I know this," she said, watching the flirtarious Legion with amusement.

Abyss, ever the attentive host, quickly appeared out of a portal next to Myriad's ear and whispered into the Legion's ear. Abyss giggled and vanished, Myriad smirking. She began forming more body shells, which began groping and molesting Drake as she began to phase him through the floor, the licked tentacle teasing at his lips.

"Taming rooms are just below, handsome..." Myriad said, her voice breathy and eager.