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Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20, Kazuya, and Florina)</b></center> The chainsaw releases a sucking noise as it is torn out from the captor's chest leaving behind a gaping hole that continues to bleed. The captor's corpse falls on the lap of the inattentive girl, decorating her white robes in red. Yet the girl does not react to the sudden weight of the captor, but rather the attempt made to seize the device. As soon as the device is moved from its spot a pale hand is latched to the body of it and the hand is strong enough to prevent further movement of the device. The girl's eyes hone in on the person snatching the gun. Her person is still devoid of any reaction, but her blank gaze carries a threatening aura. <i>Byakuran-sama will not be pleased if you take one of his toys.</i> Is all she says as orange flames start seeping out of her body in a predatory manner. Meanwhile, the demonic creature swims to safety in its watery prison as terrible gusts of wind slice through its abdomen. Water burns at the creature's body ripping off black flakes from its skin. No blood is to be found as the creature is dissolved from head to toe. What is left of its body doesn't make it close to the edge of the prison before giving away completely and releasing dark indigo smoke. However, the chainsaws used by the creature remain on the floor and the demon mask it had sits at the base of the liquid prison. <center><b>(Toki and Liam)</b></center> After some careful movement, you find yourself at the base of a statue carrying two ivory dragon locked into ferocious combat. One of the dragons is as white as fresh snow and massive angelic wings stretch out from its rigid back as if to wrap the other dragon in feathers. While the other dragon is as black as night and fangs that seem to bleed in the light as they sink into the white dragon's throat. The two dragons appear to be of the same species with similar limbs and lithe forms, but their frozen combat is brutal and cruel. They both lack chunks of their body that could only be clawed out by fang or talon and their mouths are curved back in expressions of sheer rage. A plaque at eye level on the wall behind the statues reads. <i>The pride of the Millifiore Famiglia</i> <i>Our leader in two forms</i> <i>His constant conflict brings humanity to new heights</i> <i>Exitus Acta Probat</i> You and your companion are left in peace to read the scripture on the plaque, but not a moment too soon all the traditional lights go out and the room is bathed in darkness. Only the stars beyond a ruined portion of the ceiling can be seen as the air suddenly chills.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz)</b></center> Beneath the portrait you find a golden tag with fanciful words written in cursive. <i>Uni</i> <i>Boss of the Giglo Nero Famiglia</i> <i>Third Sky Arcabaleno</i> <i>Loving daughter, leader, and boss</i> Are what the words read. The tag covered in a fine layer of dust with a small cobweb attached to it. Upon closer inspection you notice that the girl in the portrait has a face still shedding off the dredges of youth, but her expression is one that stares off into the distance. Her eyes are wide, innocent things while her clothing lies on the mature side in the form of a black dress. Even the illusion of her tiny stature is ruined with the regal framing of the portrait. With every sign of youth seen upon the girl there is another detail in the art that screams power and responsibility. <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> You follow after the companion that has taken to peeking into places he doesn't belong and find yourself in an abandoned wing of the manor. Up ahead you can see your companion intensely studying a portrait depicting a young girl in mafia garb. While to your left is the servants door and to the right are the dragon statue hiding an additional door behind it. You and your companion are the only two occupying the wing, but you can hear servants stir behind one of the doors. <center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> <i>Sorry, I am a bit of a mind reader so sometimes information just comes to me~ Stuff like your name, the names of those that accompany you, your darkest secrets, what you fear, first love ... all of that floods in sometimes. I hope you don't mind this little old curse of mine~</i> Byakuran playfully tells you this as he picks off a stick covered with marshmallows off the tray of a server. <i>Some snacks my dear?</i> He holds the stick out in mock offering before taking a bite of it himself. Satisfied with the treat he procured for himself, Byakuran focuses again and is blunt with his follow up. <i>I can give you some business right now Quintus. How about you help me with the executions I have planned for tonight?</i> Byakuran moves to the edge of the balcony and rests himself against the marble barricade that separates him from the rest. A quick look to your direction is the most he gives you to indicate that he wants you to follow. <i>Horrible human beings the lot of them.</i>
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Kazuya, Florina, and H2O)</b></center> The captor obediently bends to pixie's command and simply drops the device on the table. His lack of care when dropping the device manages to shatter the glass container attached to it. The black liquid within slips through the remains of the container, greedily eating into portion of the table. Ignorant of this the captor jabbers on revealing plenty of tidbits that could be useful. <i>Byakuran is the boss of the Millefiore famiglia and a wielder of the almost extinct sky flames. With his flame type he can easily rule over anyone residing under the sky dominion, but that isn't what makes him so great.</i> Conspiratorially, the captor leans toward pixie and adds. <i>Byakuran can see multiple parallel worlds at once. He can fix our world by seeing what went wrong in other versions of it.</i> The captor would have said more if he did not have a chainsaw ripping straight through his sternum. While the captor was talking, the demonic faced creature had been tossed into the air and promptly manhandled by tendrils of water. However, not heeding the given warning the creature had struggled against the tendrils until the water sank into its flesh and bone. The tendrils burned through the creature's robe revealing dried, cracked skin covered in talismans. Yet the creature offered little reaction to the punishment as it allowed portions of its arms and legs to be cut off by the tendrils. Not even a whimper of pain escaped the creature's mouth as its limbs were effectively severed into tiny pieces. Instead the portions of the limbs that were cut off easily turned into purple smoke as the creature regrew its missing limbs before your very eyes. Purple smoke hardening into what was lost and the creature attaching the perfect facsimiles to its body with a sickening snap. Once the creature finished fixing itself it had then struck at its next target: the captor. Appearing from behind and shoving one of its powerful chainsaws into the captor's chest with brutal efficiency. <i>You will now die.</i> Is all you hear over the deafening noise of the chainsaw.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Florina, Kazuya, and H20)</b></center> The captor is easily charmed by Pixie's wiles and with little hesitation says. <i>I was ordered by Byakuran to sedate the sky arcabaleno for the main event.</i> Upon stating this the captor does look at the tool in his hand with clear intent to continue his job. However, his lax focus prevents him from really continuing with the task and the tool simply hangs on the hand in a loosening grip. <i>Byakuran won't be made at me for entertaining such a charming lady, right?</i> The captor asks Pixie with a relaxed grin. Up until now the demon masked creature had been quietly sitting across the girl, but upon hearing the question of the captor it suddenly dissipates in form. A few seconds later it reappears behind you and the roar of chainsaw pounds in your ears with the proximity of its source. A chainsaw is aimed at the abdomen of the one with guns.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> The man pulls back his hand and momentarily frowns. <i>You might not be one for entertaining, but an ally of yours seems to know how to grab my attention.</i> He then pulls back the left sleeve of his coat to look at a watch on his previously covered wrist. Humming, he looks to the tiny hands within before letting the sleeve reclaim his wrist. <i>You should introduce me to Toki when you get the chance.</i> A gentle laugh escapes the man's lips. <i>Shame on you for keeping me to yourself. I can be shared.</i> The man reconsiders his statement right after it is said. <i>Well as long as you continue to have anything interesting to bring.</i> <i>Byakuran tis I, but tell me who are you &quot;Quintus&quot;?</i> Byakuran puts some stress on your name with a conspiratorial glance in your direction. <center><b>(Bartz)</b></center> Peeking inside you see a darkened wing of the building that hasn't had a good sweep in a long time. Dim flames flicker out from ancient candles mounted along the walls as slight bursts of cold wind quick up dust in steady intervals. Right next to your place of peeking you can see a door marked as the kitchen. Light emanates from the space between the door and the floor giving some life to the rest of the wing. The other two doors connected to the wing are dark and cold in an ornate manner. A portrait of a young girl with bluish hair hangs alongside one of the doors at the very end of a line of portraits depicting women of similar characteristics. While the other darkened door is almost hidden behind a deteriorated statue of two dragons battling it out in suspended air. Servants have stopped flying through the kitchen doors for now, but there is no telling when they will be called on again. <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> The messenger nods in response before turning back to clean his pool stick. You arrive back to the grand ballroom in the midst of a lagging portion of the party. Folks that were previously dancing are now taking seats alongside the party floor to relieve their weary feet. While those that partook in general consumption wander about aimlessly without any acute awareness to their surroundings. Some even rest against the walls for support while recovering from the highs they submitted themselves too. All this makes for a cleared hall and you can easily spot one of your companions engaging with the white haired man seen earlier. While another companion can be seen openly peering through a door at the side of the hallway. Guests whisper and look at the odd behavior of this companion, but none seem willing to engage with him yet. You are unable to spot anyone else from your group from where you are.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20, Florina, and Kazuya)</b></center> The captor leaps with surprise upon being addressed. As the needle delicately placed on the girl's neck is shifted with his sudden hand movement. The needle is sharp enough that the momentary slip is enough to draw blood from the girl's cream neck. Before the captor can do anything to amend his error some blood spills onto the girl's lap and blends with her black uniform. Despite the mistake made the girl does not react at all to your sudden intrusion or the cut made on her neck. At best she absently scratches the cut drawing more blood and doesn't stop until her captor forcibly hold hers hand. Her gaze remains focused on the wall across. As the demon faced entity below it also remains stoic and unreactive. The only one really attentive to you is the captor and his response is short and sharp. <i>Just administering some medicine. Now if you could please leave so I can continue.</i> The captor curses under his breath after answering and quickly opens the pocket of the white cloak. From it he obtains a capsule containing a dark liquid blend with flames racing upon its surface. He replaces a capsule of similar substance with the new one and then refixes it to the machine.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Bartz)</b></center> Tracing back your steps leads you past the side hall connecting to the garden and up the balcony where you originally started. Though the increased attention you pay does allow you to notice a smaller additional door along the right hallway of the room. The small door continually flings in and out as mobs of servants rush through it to maintain the opulence of the gathering. A silverette with a tux and a few too many rings bumps into you as you watch. <i>Sorry.</i> He barks out. Before taking up conversation with a fair lady in a rosy dress. A skull-shaped ring is left behind after the sudden collision. <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> The man studies you with an odd expression. <i>You really came to the greatest mafia gathering ever held without any idea of who was running it?</i> Within seconds you find a pool stick aimed directly at your chest. The man watching in a hungry manner as his left hands firmly grips the stick and aims it at you. <i>Byakuran is the main star here. But anyone that belongs here would know that.</i> Air shifts around the tip of the pool stick as the man sizes you up with his eyes. <i>Show me that invite of yours missy.</i> <center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> You reach the secondary balcony in the ballroom and what awaits you there is the same man that beckoned you earlier. Up close you can tell that his white hair is a veritable bird's nest and his pristine white uniform had been tossed on without a care in the world. Easily separating this man from the elegant people around that hunger for his attention. Yet, in mannerisms this man holds himself in a posture that naturally begs authority. He almost towers over you on the stairs without even intending to. Though there is something missing from his stance and the air around him feels empty without it. The space just simmering with the lack of something. This master does not care much for the empty space surrounding him. Instead greeting you with the bubbly smile he offered earlier and sharp eyes that seize every detail on your person. <i>Have you come to entertain me outsider?</i> The rest on the balcony watch you through masks that betray no features.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Gamma)</b></center> The seal splits in two revealing a slip of paper within the envelope that is scrawled upon with messy, rushed writing. When read the letter urgently states. <b>This life resets at midnight.</b> <b>You only have a few hours to resolve things.</b> <b>Before all the pieces are moved back to their original positions.</b> <b>The reset will set you back.</b> <b>Please hurry!</b> <b>- Favoring</b> The man allows you to read the letter without interruption. As you reach the last line he finally breaks the silence by tossing a golden pocket watch at you. <i>The desperate young lady also wanted you to have this. Said that it was very important. Probably a family heirloom or something.</i> If you were to open the watch you would see two golden needles indicating that it is nine. <center><b>(Quintus and Liam)</b></center> You take the left path in the grand ballroom and travel to meet the man with white hair. Along the way there is an arched exit to the side that leads to a garden. However, the darkness outside makes it difficult to pick out any distinguishing traits of the two people currently standing out there. No one else is entering the garden at this time making it a sort of dead zone among such a vibrant display of human antics. Meanwhile, the white haired man is staring at you and awaiting your arrival on the furthest balcony. His location is up ahead while the garden would veer you off a side path. <center><b>(Florina, Kazuya, and H2O)</b></center> You pass the rustic door and enter into a massive room that could fit thousands of people within. It should be impossible for a room of this stature to exist beyond such an unassuming wall, but here it is in full view. Adding to the room's oddity is its pure white color scheme. Everything is bathed in white from its walls to its flooring and any decorations in between. Even the vases and portraits are colored as if some child went liberal with the white paint. The only thing lacking in magnanimity and white is a traditional dining hall table that stretches from a few feet near you to across the huge room. The brown sheen of the table makes it stand out from everything else around you and the chair against it act as little brown dots in the white desert. Seated nearby on one of the chairs is the blue haired girl you decided to follow and her captor stands behind her. In her captor's hands is some device that you can't make out, but you can see that he is rubbing gauze on her neck in preparation. The girl doesn't seem to mind as she continues chewing on her stolen snack and staring blankly at the white walls across from her. The white cloak that she had been wearing is laid on the table. Across from the girl and her captor sits an entity with a red oni mask on its face and hooded grey cloak. The entity pokes at the fabric on the table seeming as disconnected from the world as the girl.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(H20)</b></center> You catch up with your two companions just in time to watch one of them leave to follow a girl. The incident you helped cause in the antechamber seems to be going ignored for now as the music drones out any concerning noises. But, that may not last forever though the drunken state of most of the people could be to your favor. Many are so befuddled that they take your suit for costume and poke fun at you to their plus ones. One tiny girl in black uniform even tries to grab at you as you pass and stares at you with huge, awestruck eyes. Whispering. <i>Hero-chan.</i> As you move along. <center><b>(Florina, Kazuya, H20)</b></center> With one leading and the other two carefully following the hunt for the captured maiden begins. Though the task isn't easy as her captor quickly drags her through the crowds with a skill that only someone used to parties can have. The maiden doesn't provide much resistance to the dragging either as she leans into the hold allowing her white cloak to trail along the spotless floor. Her dull eyes look to nothing in particular as she munches on a donut that she managed to grab before capture. Eventually, the captor and the maiden exit the side hall and enter an old wooden door instead of approaching the crowded balcony. The white haired main pauses in his festivity as he watches the two go and then he stares at you with pure curiosity. Waiting to see what happens next in this slipshod night. A rustic, wooden door heading into the depths of the manor or an open balcony visible to all yet holding the shadiest of characters. The white haired man doesn't say anything to rush a choice, but the crescent moon ascending behind him says otherwise.
Chapter Two: A White Century
<center><b>(Quintus)</b></center> A few look to you with pity and others pointedly glare at you with sheer hostility as you meekly wander about. No one lifts a hand to help as all attention is captured by the festivities of the night. Your way forward is blocked off by one masked stranger after another until you are practically pushed against the marble railing of the balcony. Beneath dancers continue to sway and weave in haphazard harmony. While flames of various colors dance from the barest of skin or shred of cloth upon the person. As the dancers light up to a climbing crescendo your eyes are met with pale, purple orbs across the expanse of the room. Etched into the pale face of a content man these orbs wink at you as if in understanding. Beneath the left one is a purple tattoo that is jarring to the sight as a few strands of white hair fall over the other. After winking, the man waves to you with a bubbly smile. <center><b>(Bartz)</b></center> Tracing back your steps to the entrance of the room you soon find a companion of yours being pushed against the marble railing of the balcony. He seems to be slightly anxious, but the party goers pay him little attention as they get rowdier and rowdier. The force held in the newest song being played does little to help as people unwittingly match the energy of the music. Nearing your companion you notice that the white haired man across the balcony seems to lose interest in the dancers. Turning his back completely to you and your companion once you arrive. <center><b>(Toki)</b></center> You enter a garden bathed in the light of a crescent moon and filled to the brim with white orchids of various temperaments. The terribly white flowers look almost ethereal under the night sky as calm winds gently sway them apart petal by petal. It is here in this shedding of white that you find a man in black uniform holding a plain letter in his hands. The man wears a plain white shirt with a black coat over it as the rest of him remains demure in appearance. The most unusual thing he carries on him other than the letter is a pool stick, but even that is lacking in any unique inspiration. Not that the man seems to mind as he allows the wind to mess with his hair and a few petals land to land on the yellowy strands. He only motions to fix himself once he notices you arrive unto the grass. <i>I believe someone left this for you.</i> The man holds out the letter in his possession. The white envelope betrays nothing of value, but the red seal keeping it closed resembles a a wolf in hunt. <i>It's dangerous getting admirers in places like these. Before you know it the girl has a dad with thick wallets and plenty of men willing to shoot a bullet.</i>

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Chapter Two: A White Century
You are abruptly dropped with your companions at the center of a large gathering of people. Gone is the pretty spacious elevator from which you entered, now replaced with a high profile antechamber decorated in the finest of luxuries. From where you have fallen you can see ostentatious couches, marble animal statues, and paintings dating back to a classical era. The calm melody of a fine German piece of music waft in accompanied with a wiff of orchid and rose. The soft peals of water from a fountain within the room sometimes overpowers the music, but both sounds never become too overpowering. Laughter and light bits of conversation are also sprinkled about from the mouths of people wearing vibrant, decorative masks. Upon your arrival some of the people had filtered around you and your companions in a circle and are now discussing this random occurrence in harsh whispers. Their masks occasionally leaping up with their facial movements and their fancy, frivolous style of dress putting what you are wearing to shame. These people don't even bother to help you get up as they chat on and on around you. At the furthest end of the antechamber is a regular sized door decorated with perfect white orchids. It would have been easy to reach on a different day, but the circle of people and the rest walking about could easily slow you down.
Intermission One
<center><b>(Toki, Alphinaud, Cait, Pancake Knight, Niko)</b></center> You fall out of the elevator you originally entered and land on a heap of your own comrades. A pomegranate rolls away from the pile and lies within arms reach. If you were to look around you would see the faces of the people you previously left behind. In front of you stands Walton with an unreadable expression on his face. Around you is the lobby from which you started your journey. The only object left from the trip is the lone pomegranate on the floor. <center><b>(Everyone Else)</b></center> You are able to see your formerly gone companions drop out from the elevator. They seem intact and what they started with is there, but one companion is missing. The screens that let you observe the journey shut off for now.
Chapter One: The Philosopher King
<b>(Pancake Knight, Cait, Sam, and Toki have arrived)</b> You materialize along with three others in the middle of a crowded marketplace. There are no traces of the elevator left and the surrounding mobs remain blissfully unaware of your sudden appearance. The general pushing of the crowd indicates that you are tangible, but no one raises a fuss. If you were to look around you would see plenty of happy people with impossible shades of hair going about their day. Each person strolling from one wooden stall to the next and checking out the available wares. There is also an apparent trend among the people of wearing simple or elaborate robes paired with sandals. Some of the robes are equipped with various symbols or items of jewelry making you and the others stand out like sore thumbs. Overhead the sun casts an oppressive heat on the place making the sea of white tarps above the stalls almost glow. While the brown adobe buildings behind the stalls look paled in the morning light. The sun has the most effect on a tall, glass tower in the distance which is almost painful to gaze directly at. Not that anyone does so already preoccupied in the mundane rituals of the day. At the end of the marketplace are a flight of stairs heading up from between the buildings. However, the stairs are occupied by a swath of men decorated in scaled armor with rapiers at their sides and a tall humanoid dragon-like man.
Restoration
You are stumbling ... Dropping ... Falling from high above. With no clear recollection of where you had been or where you will be going. You feel lightheaded as if freed from all restraint. Though what feelings this sensation could cause is best left up to the one experiencing it. Meanwhile, around you are cascades of words, letters, and random phrases tumbling to the unknown. You follow the same path but at a slower less rushed pace. Plummeting calmly enough to make out meaningful words or details that should jog your mind a little. Pray tell what could you be seeing in the maelstrom of words? <b>(All your actions and choices will be etched in stone)</b>
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