The Journey Home pt 1

--- Private Jet Landing, Three Hours From Base ---

*The engines of the Pandora blazoned Jet finally going still, the passengers carefully disembarked to transfer to the cars awaiting them. The stretcher carrying Agent N is carefully carried into one of the cars fitted with medical equipment to help keep her stable on the journey to the Pandora base, while the smaller car awaited Agent C and Lorenzo, A chauffeur standing ready to open the doors for the two of them to get inside. Neither man spoke to each other for the moment, not particularly wanting to cause any delays by people hoping to eavesdrop on them, whether they were exchaging important information or snide comments, instead ducking into the car. The silence continued to reign until the Chauffeur had entered the driver's seat.

As one, the engines of the two vehicles came to life before speeding off to the road that would lead them ‘home’.

As the car began to pick up speed,’ Agent C finally broke the silence*

Agent C: Hmph! *Slight smirk*

Lorenzo: Speaking in neanderthal language now?

Agent C: You do realise I’m the only one out the two of us carrying a weapon, right? I suggest you play nice now ‘Daddy.’

Stuart: *Chuckle* Now, now Master ‘C’, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t destroy another one of my vehicles.

Agent C: Yeah, yeah. You think you could give us a little privacy? I’ll ‘ding’ when we’re done.

Stuart: Certainly.

*With a quick nod of acknowledgment, Stuart flicks a switch, raising a divider to give the men a conference type room in the back seat. Small holograms  Illuminate the center of the now private area.*

Agent C: A lot different from the time you were last here old timer, huh? They even changed the brand design and everything.

Lorenzo: Considering the passage of time, I would have been far more concerned and

disappointed if there had not been some form of technological advancements in the organization. Clearly the science division, at the very least, have been performing as adequately as usual. Still, I’m assuming that you didn’t ask for the driver to give us privacy so you could either shoot me or merely show off. What point are you hoping to make, here?

Agent C: Oh well, we are stick in the mud, aren’t we? *Overly dramatic sigh* And here I thought I would make small talk with you. But no~, we just had to be all mean. Oy vey, such a heartless, unloving Pappa we have here. I mean, since we have to play nice ‘n’ all, since we have to put on an act for the ‘show’, might as well start now, no?

Lorenzo: Well, I suppose at least the ‘point’ wasn’t merely to prove whom of us was more of a Prick.

Agent C: Well of course not! No one’s a bigger prick than you, papa. *Grin*

Lorenzo: *Eye roll* What I get for ‘spawning’ such a pricky child, I suppose. Still, such training in competitions aside, if we are to at least seem as though we are getting along, if only to prevent wasting everyone’s time, how do you propose to do this? I highly doubt that it would seem natural for us to all of a sudden be best friends. You seem to have something in mind.

Agent C: Nothing spectacular Just play ‘nice’ play the part just like you did before you turned on us.

*agent C crosses his legs while leaning against the door window*

Agent C: It was such a great performance, so I knoooow you can do it again. Just remember you’ve finally been relieved of your ‘Level S undercover work’....  If anyone asks, defuse the situation, tell them that the contents of the mission is top secret, so you can't go into it. That SHOULD shut them up. And here.

*Agent C pulls a box from underneath his seat.*

Agent C: You remember how to use these right?  You got a shiny new ID Card ‘n’ everything.

*Lorenzo takes the box warily before looking inside, eyes narrowing ever so slightly to see much of what the box contained were objects that originally belonged to him. They were things that he had to leave behind, of course - once his decision was made, he could hardly come back for his belongings. Not that he had explained that he hadn’t, on that day, particularly planned to abandon Pandora, when he had gone on that fateful mission. He doubted, however, that C would willingly hear him out on it. No matter how one looked at it, he did, in the end, turn on them for real.

Shaking those thoughts from his head, he picked up the communicator from the top of the box, turning it in one hand as he recognised the familiar patterns and grooves, though there were a few extra scuff marks he didn’t recognise - likely gained when he had ‘fallen’ in that battle, and the subsequent exposure to the elements until it was returned to Pandora once more. Drawing on old memories, he turned the communicator on, eyeing the familiar scene baring his old identification number*

Lorenzo: It would seem that the memories haven’t left me. *He eyes Agent C a moment* And you are willing to go through with this? That I was in an ‘undercover mission’? Or is it merely a convenience? What about Pouvel? Surely she’d be aware of everything at this point. How, exactly, do you explain my presence to her? Or is that what you’re hoping, that I’d lower my guard and, once there, hand me over to her for court martial? Or execution? You are the one with the weapon here, so surely there’s no need to hide it if that was your plan.

Agent C: You… You know, sometimes I wonder are you just curious, or just one cynical bastard. Of course she knows… she knew the day you turned on her…. ‘Us’. She knew exactly what happened during the Red War and she knows that we’re on our way back now.

Did you ever stop to wonder just Why he’s gave you the position that she did? Why she let you do as you please and why she let you go? I mean, when the extraction team came to pick out what was left of 226, she was pissed, out for blood. So many of her children were dead and their blood were on your hands. Huh, I wonder if you see them every time you close your eyes….? Do their faces haunt your dreams? Or are you past that…?

But anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I’ll give you the short answer. She doesn’t want to lose a good soldier. The change you so desperately wanted. If you would have waited a little while longer you could have seen it. That spectacle was the trigger that put that thought into motion. It force her to pick up her pase and change the organization's tactics  and finally after nearly a decade. Here we are. The one proud lion of the heavens is now a teacher for human children teaching them and their elders about man and the mystic.

Rebuilding a bridge that was destroyed eons ago, the education is slow, we have to ease in the change after all but it's happened. And that's what N was trying to tell you, show you even but hey she out of commission. So daddy got me and I guess I have to show you the ropes now old timer.

Lorenzo: You make it seem as though I purposefully lead the Red War to disaster….that wasn’t how it happened, actually. In fact, it wasn’t even my intention to leave at that time. If anything, my ‘leaving’ of that battle field wasn’t even my own choice…*He stopped himself, before laughing cynically* Ah, what does it matter. No matter how I explain it, I will always be the Villain to Pandora’s Hero from the moment I truly cut ties. Still, Pouvel’s acceptance of a good soldier back to the ranks so easily after a known betrayal? Hardly. I’m not expecting such an easy return. And I have yet to agree to stay. All I have agreed to is leaving Phoenix. Do remember that.

Agent C: Aaaaaand it’s that thought process that truly made you a hard ass. Do you truly believe that they all see you as a villain? Do you truly believe that our Lady would just judge you without considering All possible motives. No, she’s smarter than that.

Lorenzo: Our Lady?

Agent C: You know, whatever the reason you had… you were probably not the only one who thought about it. As a matter of fact, you weren't the only one to turn their backs on us, but… the void in 226, in the agency…. That was the most painful thing. So, if you want to go after, then that's fine, but...give us a proper goodbye this time. And…

*An almost unintelligible whisper*

Agent C: If there comes a time where you have the time to tell your side of the story…. Then, what's left of the ‘family’, or at the very least I am more than willing to hear it.

Lorenzo: You….would do? *he turns to C fully* I’ll admit, considering your response to me when we first reunited, I had begun to think you wouldn’t be willing to hear my reasoning. You seemed almost dead set on believing that I had coldly and calculatingly used the group and disposed of you all when I left. So…is this for….closure? Or was there something else that made you decide that I have a right to explain?

Agent C: Oh, make no mistake, I plan on whopping your ass when I have the time for everything you put us though. For the fact that you kept all that BS inside when you couldn't even talk to N or me about it. So, yeah, partly closure and partly ‘coz I never want the Red War to happen again.  Not with you or anyone. A family has to stay united after all, at least that's what a cynical bastard once told me along time ago.

*For a moment, Lorenzo was quiet. Finally, he let out a breath, eyes closed and face close to resigned*

Lorenzo:....Alright. I give my word then. Should I decide to leave, or stay, I promise that I will tell you my story. If only for closure. Whether you forgive me or not after that, that will be your choice to make. If you feel, then, that you still need to ‘kick my ass’, you are then welcome to try.

Agent C: Either way I’m still kicking your ass, it’s my god given right. Stupid-ass…

Lorenzo: *Smirks* As I said, you’re welcome to try.

Agent C: Dont tempt me I’m Still armed mind you.

Lorenzo: Ah, but would you truly want to waste ammo and then also pay for the upholstery for the char as well? Seems rather expensive a revenge for you.

*The smirk fell from his face after a while, turning his attention to the window, watching the scenery go by for a long moment.After a long moment, he spoke again*

Lorenzo: One assumes that Pouvel will be interested in learning what she can about Phoenix from me. Whether she does or doesn’t, however…..I have a feeling. Perhaps it comes from my own dirty blood, but….it feels as though we are closing on the climax of this war, no matter what side I end up taking. I wonder if the gods are aware or not? Or whether they know and yet still stubbornly remain silent.

Agent C: … You know…. I thought this for a while, but your out look on your kin is kind of warped. The same blood that you curse, is the same blood that has the power to forge your own destiny, no? I can only speak from my own experience. But, it's not all bad, having their blood running through ‘our’ veins. So long as you know that you're nothing like them and plan to be a much better… man than they ever could be. I mean, look at you. Before the war you had accomplished far more than he ever could in such a short space of time while you were here. And look at them. While they were panicking, half breeds like us managed to sort out the turmoil down here. I won't lie, the looks on their faces when we showed them the fix was priceless… Surprising them, surpassing them, educating them should be a better goal than just wanting them gone.  Trust me, out of everyone in this world, I feel you the most, but when I think about it, it seems like a much better way to live.

*Agent C closed his eyes, a slight smile painted his lips, for a brief moment.*

Lorenzo: As a Mortal, you mean? Indeed, I have no particular malice to any who live on this plain. My ire has always been at them. For once, however, I speak not in wrath for them, but rather….confusion, I suppose. Is it possible that it is only due to mixed heritage that we are capable of feeling the coming ‘End’ looming over us? Or can they sense it as well, yet, as usual, wait for others to bring about that end, then claim that they had a hand in it?

*He huffed slightly, before closing his eyes*

Lorenzo: Or perhaps I’m thinking too much about it. Never mind. I speak riddles at times. Perhaps my sanity is indeed more questionable than my ponderings.

Agent C: Oh, they know… that's why there panicking now. The ‘game’ is coming to an end, how could they act oblivious? Now, more than ever, they're playing their trump cards. This last match will decide the victor. I just hope that the damage will be minimal. But, saying that… I guess they have to put on a show. The stage is set after all.

Lorenzo: Makes sense. Phoenix knows as well. There are rumours, in the ranks. Seven. Surely you know the significance of the Seven Shadows. Perhaps it is not so strange, then, that the gods only become active only when the most obvious of signs emerge.

Agent C: I wouldn't say they were completely stationary. Ever since a certain group of heros died due to the ‘original’ shadow, they have been a lot more on edge. I remember when I was still in employ in the heavens, my former  ‘Master’ refused to use their heros for anything more than communication. I remember reading past scripts that a few of the elite Heros even thought of a preventative measure against them as well. As long as what the seven stand for still lives in the hearts of men and the mystic alike, they will always be reborn.

Lorenzo: I hope they are aware that it will be impossible to annihilate them. As you say, so long as what they stand for live in the hearts of the living, they will continue to ‘be’. But no, I know they have never been stationary, but what I mean is that they are no longer acting separately. They are acting with purpose. In other words, the ‘Original’ is no longer dormant. No wonder they panic if they are aware that the Shadows are once again answering to ‘Him’. Perhaps the gods have seen fit to pass on such information. If they haven’t, well….assuming that I don’t decide to stay, I do hope you might think to revitalise some of those measures. While Humans will always have the choice whether to cling to the Shadows, or dismiss their seduction, it might, at least, prevent more ‘mes’ from occurring in the ranks. I would also keep an eye on individuals as well. Pandora is not an unbreakable fortress, after all.

Agent C: That I know, your buddies made quite a mess last time they... visited. But you're right. To be honest, we’ve already begun to look into that. We even have a few new leaders. We certainly aren't the paragon of truth and justice we emulate to certain individuals, but... but we try hardest not to have corruption in the ranks be it from the top or the bottom.

Lorenzo: I hope that you have looked as thoroughly as you say, for your sakes….As you know, there is only so much I know. Even then, there is still a lot more that went on, even without my knowledge. But, what I can say is, even if you feel a person could never betray the organization, don’t automatically pass over them. Just in case. Not everything is as it seems.

Agent C: I understand that all too well. Dont worry I have my spies it's my job to make sure the company doesn't implode on itself remember.

Lorenzo: I recall. But sometimes one doesn’t see the forest for the trees until one is already lost within them.

[END]

Enter Player Three Pt 4

--- Main Camp, Meeting Tent ---

*Rolling up a scroll of information and notes from their meeting, Inari sighs, relieved. While it took a lot less time than he had originally anticipated, there had still been a lot to cover, many roles to hand out and information to distribute. However, all those that had been chosen to take part in the construction understood their roles and would begin as soon as the materials had been delivered. With their job done for now, Inari tucked the scroll into his sleeve for safe-keeping and brushed the door of the tent aside, stepping out into the light once more. Blinking to get used to the light, Inari made his way to the secondary meeting hall towards the south of the camp.

Earlier, he and Rozyus had parted ways in order to complete their various duties after Inari had introduced a few potential people to join Pandora to Rozyus. After which, Rozyus had needed to meet up with his servant. In all honesty, Inari had been rather reluctant for him to go alone. Something always rubbed them the wrong way about Sayo. However, they trusted Rozyus could handle themselves while they were busy. Even so, they still needed to collect their lover in order to have that promised time together before Rozyus was to leave.

It didn’t take long for Inari to make their way to the meeting hall. Even so, Inari couldn’t immediately see Rozyus. Was he still busy? It was possible. After all, even Inari hadn’t anticipated finishing as quickly as they had, after all. Otherwise, it was possible that the two of them were inside.

Circling around to the main entrance of the meeting room, Inari raised a hand to knock on the tent support to let them know someone was waiting outside. However, the voices coming from inside held them in check. Both voices were familiar, but one sounded incredibly uncomfortable. Pausing, they waited, listening, just in case some form of intervention was needed*

Inari [Inner Voice]: True, it is rude to listen in, but the tent doors are not closed properly to activate the barrier which prevents people from listening in. But I shouldn’t interrupt, either. Not unless Rozyus truly needs it. He is strong, after all. I have to trust that he can handle himself sometimes as well...unless back up is obviously needed.

*Nodding to themselves, they carefully listened in on the conversation. Inside, Inari could hear some talking, before an awkward laugh broke from Rozyus, who dismissed Sayo, conversation obviously finished. The typical strength in The Boy’s voice, now an exhausted sigh as the servant left the room. Hearing the footsteps of the servant approaching the doorway, Inari quickly moved away, making it seem as though he was merely approaching the tent, rather than listening into the words. Walking forwards once again, he crossed paths with the servant.*

Sayo: *Halfhearted whisper* And here I thought it was a good day, but it seems my ray of sun is dimmed by an annoying cloud. Hopefully it passes quickly… OH! Hello, Master Inari, I didn't see you there. How does the day find you? *Fake smile*

Inari: Not as deaf as a certain someone seems to believe. While you may not like me, it is still better of you to not speak ill of someone in such a manner. It is somewhat rude, I’m sure you are aware. For now, however…..do you not have duties to attend to, Sayo-kun?

Sayo: Oh? I don't believe I spoke ill of anyone, as I only spoke of the weather, no? But, by all means, if you wish me to speak of you then allow me this: there are far too many pest around the flower I’ve so graciously helped raise. It is my duty, as their beloved vessel, to slaughter them before they damage my beautiful bud. It is my duty to love and protect them. That is my place: to protect them from annoying vermin that insists on playing house, but will ultimately be the downfall of my beloved flora. So, if you will excuse me while I get the bug spray.

*The look in Sayo’s eyes was one of a mad man, masked by the guise of a claim being as he passed past the deity.

Inari narrows their eyes in turn. Sayo had always been somewhat obsessed about his master, but it was becoming a problem. While Inari wouldn’t say they were an arrogant god - those of the Greek Pantheon certainly took the crown in that regard - they still knew certain levels of hierarchy were needed. Sayo was a manservant to Rozyus. While he took care of him when growing up, seeing to his needs, he was still a servant, and still needed to respect the other gods, lest they strike out, Many gods had a tendency to punish those who showed disrespect. Inari didn’t have such a reputation, at least not among mortals, though he had been known to be something of a trickster to their fellow gods if they had slighted them or their loved ones too much. Perhaps it is why Sayo felt they could get away with speaking in such a way. But what worried them the most was the possessiveness they seemed to have over Rozyus. A certain level of it, they could understand, but the way he spoke….it could easily be twisted by what ‘He’ could do. Perhaps they should advise Rozyus to perhaps have that checked? Not only could it cause serious harm to anyone close to Rozyus, it could cause Rozyus harm as well, if it did go too far.

They knew Rozyus wouldn’t dismiss Sayo, not unless something serious happened. Sayo had protected him, back when he was small and Inari had yet met him due to their own duties, and was family when Rozyus’ parent were too busy with their own duties. A god of any stature dismissing their servant, however…..it would ruin the servant. No god would want one ‘tainted’ by the dishonor of dismissal (Not to mention it would probably tip Sayo to a place of no return, mentally….)

Sighing, Inari knocked on the tent pole to catch Rozyus’ attention*

Inari: Love? Are you feeling up to entertaining an old fox such as I?

Rozyus: *Chuckle* Boo~ Was that a joke? It was terrible, you know that? Come in already. What do you think?

*The Boy snapped his fingers and a golden door appeared in the center of the room. Stepping inside, Inari looked over the Boy, checking to see that he was well. Other than slight exhaustion from what seemed to have been a stressful encounter, he seemed well, thank goodness.*

Inari: Only partially a joke. I admit, I was a little concerned. Sayo-kun decided to speak to me as he passed by. I’ll admit, his words disturbed me somewhat. If he continues as he is, a god may end up taking offense in a different manner than you or I would.

Rozyus: …. I-I know…. I know. Truth be told, he’s getting a little more…unhinged. I may have to... strip him of his title soon… I honestly don’t think I can endure much more of his recent behaviour. He kept on insisting that ‘he cleanse me of impurities,’ that he must ‘check every crevice of my being to insure that I was still pure….’

Normally I wouldn't say anything and humor him, but lately there's a darker undertone to his words. Something bestial that concerns me. Part of me knows that he won't do anything to the other gods, more or less - I’m his obsession. If he does wish to strike, it would be me he chooses, so long as he still believes I’m the innocent child he raised. But, if the day does come, where he bares his fangs at me… I’ll be ready.  

Inari: I’m not sure you would be the first he would strike out at. How he was speaking earlier, about ‘pests flying around the flower he so ‘graciously’ cared for’ and getting bug spray…...it is likely that he will strike at others who he sees as some form of threat to you. But in all honestly, what worries me is that we’re already aware that emotions can be ‘amplified’ by the Seed. Would Sayo be someone who could be vulnerable to it at all? Perhaps I wish that Sayo is not just…..unstable as a person. I might not like him, but he cared for you for a long time. Perhaps a part of me just hopes not to fully deprive you of someone who once cared for you. Especially if part of it is due to something not truly his own fault.

Rozyus: …. The ‘Seed’ is not an issue…. Or rather, its not a factor. He’s been ‘lost’ since I was a child, since before he came to Her temple. She rehabilitated him, but I guess he just relapsed. Nothing more to it. I was told numerous times about it, not to get too close to him, not to hold him too close to my heart. As, one day, I may have to put him down, for his own good. It was a sin all gods must carry, to put down or abandon their servants. And it seems that his time is coming……

Wow...uhhh, well, let's not make my last day all dark and depressing. This is supposed to be our time together. So, come on, open the door.

*The Boy gestured to the door trying to move as far away from the topic as possible.*

*While Inari wasn’t sure that the issue with Sayo was one that could be so casually brushed off when he had outright threatened them, they held their tongue for now. It was Rozyus’ servant, after all. In the end, Sayo was Rozyus’ responsibility. Instead, Inari sighed, giving their love a fondly exasperated smile, before making their way to the door*

Inari: *Tone teasing* Ooooh, should I be worried? Am I to be kidnapped to the unknown?

Rozyus: *Chuckling* Shut it and walk, dummy. On the other side, there's a surprise - something I think you and I will both enjoy.

Inari: I’m beginning to think you and Lady Venus have been spending a little too much time together. That tone of yours…*Playfully shivers*

*That said, casting a coy look to their lover, Inari sashayed inside.The Boy followed suit.

On the other side of the door was a temple. The room that they had emerged into seemed more like an expensive, exotic resort, rather than the more ‘celestial chamber’ inside Mother’s Temple. The Boy sits down on the bed, staring up at his lover.*

Rozyus: This place is outside both space and time. My little private get away. A week in her is an hour outside…. So….

*Laughing, Inari shook their head*

Inari: Ah, you clever minx. What we had desired was more time and you managed to procure a place that grants us that very wish. Are you sure that your heavenly duties are not that of wish granter, rather than Death’s Hero?

Rozyus: Well, if you wish you see me that way, ‘Master’, then I’ll grant you seven wishes, one for each day. So, ‘Master,’ what would you have me do?

*The Boy’s eyes had a seductive glint to them as he pulled the older god to closer. Laughing, the god allowed themselves to be willingly maneuvered, until they had enough weight to help press the other god back onto the bed, smirking somewhat triumphantly.*

Inari: I can think of a few things…

[END]

Enter Player Three Pt 3

--- Tanra Announcement!!! ---

Tara: Hey everyone! It’s Tara and Nadia from TanraStudios here with a quick announcement for you all. So, next week we’ll not be uploading any blogs, mainly because I’ll be lacking on the wifi department. Why? Well…..I’m going on holiday!

Nadia: Lucky… I’m stuck here with a slave driving boss….. Meh…. but I’ll save that for another day…. ‘N’ OHHHHH the stories I could tell! So yeah, you better take lots of photos T!

Tara: Sure. Can’t say much about the quality, of course. A Natural photographer I am not. Nor am I overly photogenic. But I will try. I’ll probably be posting a couple of updates on my twitter anyway, so I can share them with you all on the Tanra twitter too. I shall be thinking of you, though, N!

Nadia: You better!

Tara: Anyways, while there won’t be any blog posts this coming week, we’ll be back on Wednesday 19th with more blog content for you all! :)

Both: That said, back to your regularly scheduled blog.

--- Last time ---

Voice 1: Very well then. From this day onwards, those people shall become a part of your army, for you to do with as you will. However, before the new ‘Game’ can begin, the other players must be informed of the changes. Likewise, it would also be best for all the players to know of each other. That is a rule that has not changed. While you may hide your tactics and skills, it is only fair that, in a game that places the lives of the entire world at stake that those in control should be aware of whom else bares the same burden. Still, that can be saved for another time. For now, as a new player and as one who split their very being into two, it would be best to be rested. It would not do to fall asleep while meeting with your competitors. Likewise, a little time to let the information settle will help. Worry not, for only once you are all ready shall the ‘Game’ begin anew.

Rozyus: Hm, I believe that would be best. At least, for now. Splitting oneself is quite tiring…. Well, until the next summoning. Adieu.

--- Unknown Location ---

*With Rozyus gone from the realm, the moderator did not move away from the ‘Game’ table just yet, eyeing the piece on the board which housed a part of The Boy’s soul, a faint, thoughtful frown on his face. It was while he was in deep contemplation that two other figures materialised into the realm. There was no need for alarm, however. The moderator knew exactly whom it was that had entered, for there were only three, now four, who could enter this particular place*

Voice 1 - The Moderator: Welcome back. Please be sure to familiarise yourself with the changes. As you may be able to gather, this ‘Game’ is no longer a two player contest.

Voice 2: Hm…..So she did decide to join in then. I’ll be somewhat honest, I’m surprised. But at the same time, I can understand why she felt so driven to take part.

Voice 3: It wasn't much of a choice now was it? But still, our current play style will not be as effective now that this is no longer a game of fate and will… we have to factor in ‘Destiny’. It’s fair to say that the implications of this change calls for another all on its own. The rules have been rewritten, and so too must be the way in which we strategize, no?

Voice 2: Hm….a choice which is not a choice at all, huh? Seems that way for all of us in this case, considering we are essentially beginning from zero. Yet at the same time, this may become more interesting.

*Voice 2 approaches the board and leans over, scanning it for a moment as he walks around. As he approached his throne, he made note of the cards that scrolled in front, his eyes flicking from cards to the bard, mentally correlating the connections in the new set up. However, upon his eyes landing on one particular piece on the board, he paused.*

Voice 2: ….A moment, if you please. Perhaps I am mistaken, but….if we now have a new player…..why is that piece there? Could it be that she….?

Voice 3 carefully approaching the board to where ‘Voice 2’ was eyeing*

Voice 3: It would appear so. That child wishes to be both piece and player…. Quite audacious, yet foolhardy. It will make this game far more diff-

*Voice 3 pauses for a moment, gazing at The Boy’s set up - an army with fifty pieces?  Pieces that, at first glance, seemed like a patchwork band of soldiers hastily gathered together for no rhyme or reason. Voice 3 pondered for a moment before sighing*

Voice 3: perhaps it was a bad decision introducing them to this game….  

Voice 2: Perhaps, perhaps not. I think you may underestimate your child. But I’m sure that we’ll find out soon enough. If she wasn’t meant to be in this game, she will be forced to retire from the game. If she is worthy, she will do well. Either way, I believe she’ll surprise us. For now though, you should worry less for Rozyus, and more for resetting your own pieces. After all, if we wish to start again soon, we should be prepared.

The Moderator: It also allows the poor souls you have so recklessly used some time to rest, wouldn’t you say?

Voice 3: You’re the last person I wish to lecture me, ‘Voice 2’. But yes, Moderator, you’re right. Perhaps it is time we restart this story with a new cast once more, letting old dogs lie and the new generation pick up the pieces.

*With a swift motion of her hand, ‘Voice 3’ carefully selects her new deck, skillfully laying out her forces on the board. With some familiar faces and some newer pieces on in hand. Not about to let Voice 3 have the upper hand on selection of people, Voice 2 takes his own throne and begins to select his own pieces, even though at one point his pauses, looking thoughtfully at the pieces he had selected, mind already spinning out a few strategies, somewhat inspired now the game had begun anew. Oh, the possibilities….*

Voice 2: *Placing down several of his own selected pieces* All that being said, how long will his hiatus be? After all, if nothing else, it would only be fair to greet the new combattant before it begins again. How long is the appropriate time to let our armies rest in this instance? After all, they are people with their own wills. If left to their own devices for too long, it wouldn’t be strange for any of them on any side to strike out by themselves.

The Moderator: On estimate, I would say between four to five months. Not only would it allow Rozyus to finish training, it would also allow all three of you to familiarise yourselves with the new set up. In that time, it would also permit the soldiers to rest, and, if handled correctly, the armies will use the ceasefire wisely to restock, to heal their injured - you’ve used them all unceasingly that all sides are exhausted. Of course, people will still be people, there is always a chance one or two may try something, but it should not be long enough to cause anyone to restart the war before everyone is prepared.

Voice 3: That’s fine by me, and, in the meantime, until the five months have passed, shall we agree that there will be no manipulating the other parties Heros? I doubt anyone wants a repeat of last time…. I still haven't forgiven a certain someone for that last incident. It was uncalled for and it was one hell of mess to clean up.

*Voice 3 glares intently at Voice 2.*

Voice 2: A war is a war. At the time, there was nothing saying that we could not target them. They were, after all, leaders in an army. Is it not a strategy to cut the head off the snake to cause the body to fail? Though, to be fair, what caused the key to the mess in the first place was not directly my doing. Still, this is a ceasefire time. No one will be targeted through my manipulations until the game begins again. Before we restart, we can be sure to finalise those rules. It would not be fair to set things in stone without all sides being present.

Voice 3: *Growl* Listen to me and listen well ‘Swine,’ you hurt my child in anyway shape or form. I will make you wish for death. Immortality is is both a gift and curse dear, remember that.

Voice 2: I promised you what I promised. I can do only what I promised. If your child is foolish enough to enter a lion’s den, then your child will be free game as any other soldier. Just remember, you are the one who made them your hero. That just means that you are also the one who placed them on the front lines. Don’t make them a peice in your game if you don’t want them at risk. You are just as responsible for any ‘fate’ they may have as I. Just remember that while you speak so high and mightily, my dear.

Voice 3: Touch my baby and I WILL make you suffer swine! That's my only warning….

*Voice 3’s eyes began to flicker a faint glow, as her presence begins to drop.*

The Moderator: ENOUGH! Are the two of you mere squabbling children? If the three of you make the last rules finalised between yourselves before the war begins, then there will be no need for this idiocy. If he were to break the rules, then you would be within your rights to fulfil that threat, but if those rules are not in place, he and Rozyus, should he so choose have the right to go after your hero. Be sure to finish the rule negotiations in these next few months. See this as a motivation to be ready for the Game’s new beginning. Until then, cease this bickering. Am. I. Clear?

Both Voices: Sir….

--- Inari’s Tent, Main Camp ---

*Meanwhile, Inari was sitting on the end of their bed, absently flicking through some of the paperwork that they had. While they had promised to stay with Rozyus - they certainly didn’t wish to leave him alone when he was so weakened - they couldn’t not do their work. While it wasn’t quite the same as organising things personally, they did need to work through some of the more intricate delegations, including sending messengers to the village so they would at least be aware of why the constructions would be taking place. They also sent one of their servants to the kitchens to get food that would help Rozyus to regain his energy a little faster than just through sleep. If nothing else, once he woke up, he would be ravenous.

Soon enough, a person dressed in white robes with fox ears entered the room, placing a tray on the table and bowed to Inari, before transforming into a white fox once more. Smiling, Inari reached over to pet their friend, before letting the creature dart away once more.

With the servant gone, Inari glanced at their lover, rather surprised he had yet to stir at the scent of food. A little concerned, Inari slipped up the bed, gently poking Rozyus in the side*

Inari: Rooooooooozy. Are you awake?

*With a weak kick to Inari’s side, The Boy stirred slightly*

Rozyus: NO! I’m sleep… Can’t wake me.

Inari: No? How strange…...Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to go eat this delicious looking baklava all by myself then….

*As if mimicking the rising dead, The Boy rises from the bundle of blankets sniffing the air for the sweet aroma*

Rozyus: Just so you know I’m sleep sniffing, eating then sleeping again….

*Stuffing his face full of the pastry  and licking his fingers of the crumbs. Laughing, Inari turns so they are laying on their stomach, propping their cheeks with their hands*

Inari: Is that what they call it these days? My my, perhaps I should have kept up to date with Somnus on such things. I’m sure he would have told me all the new things one can do while sleeping. You must teach me your secrets, my love.

*Giving the Child a blank look, The Boy settles back in the bed, still exhausted, but now with slightly more energy that before.*

Rozyus: Dummy! Bully! Meany ‘Nari…. Well, anyway, thank you for the snack…. Not like I was craving it or anything…. But thanks. I should probably get up soon it’s almost Ōmagatoki.

Inari: Indeed it is. You have slept quite a while. Thankfully, my servants have not seen any particular dangers, but I will be required to attend some last minute meeting with a few of the ayakashi that I’ve employed to aid in constructions, along with several from other pantheons as well. Will you also be attending? Or will you be busy with…ah….beginning preparations for your training?

Rozyus: well… i have a meeting with Sayo, in the morning but the rest of the time i’m free. *seductive tone* Would it be asking too much for you to finish up quickly so we could spend some quality time together befor were parted for a while?  

Inari: Well, if you like, you can accompany me? If nothing else there may be people who you might be interested in meeting yourself. But I believe that the meeting shouldn’t last too long beyond that

*He nods to the papers he had been working on*

Inari: I made sure that they have all the details they’ll need in there.

Rozyus: Brilliant! Then that means I’ll be having my fill of you the rest of the time  *Pounce* I can't wait!

[END]

Enter Player Three Pt 2

--- Unknown Location ---

*In the darkened room where once there was a single table surrounded by three thrones, had been transformed thanks to the Moderator. The ‘table’ had been changed, allowing for a fourth throne to be added.

The newest throne, which would become Rozyus’, had the construct butterflies fluttering over it, beckoning for The Boy to approach*

Voice 1: The throne that is yours to decide the path of the world awaits, and the rules, your contract as a player, to be observed. Be sure to read through them thoroughly. Should you agree to participate, select your pieces, and sign your final agreement. Once you have done so, there will be no turning back.

Rozyus: ... There isn't really much choice…. *Sigh*  Fine, but one more question before we begin. Can some part of me still be a ‘piece on the board’? It doesn't sit right me, being on the sidelines while my comrades are used as pawns in this... little game.

*For a long moment, the Voice of the Moderator was silent. However, it didn’t feel angry. Rather there was a aura of thoughtfulness that filled the area*

Voice 1: It is unheard of…..but not entirely impossible. However, an exception cannot be made to a single person. For the ‘Game’ to be played as fair as possible to give all an equal chance, the rules must be followed by everyone. Should you be permitted to split yourself between player and pawn, the others who play the game would also be permitted to do the same. Can you live with this? That other players may also be permitted to have more of a direct influence upon the ‘Game’?

Rozyus: …. Fine, but let there be a restriction on it. Seven. Seven to be the max one can split a soul. Besides we both know it becomes.... Difficult to stitch a soul back together once it's been split more than that… you tend to lose the original being after that. Saying that for my purposes I believe one is enough.

*The Boy snapped his fingers and the piece representing himself appears in the palm of his hands. Concentrating, he pours half of himself into the piece, animating it briefly before it settles once more. With that, he returned it back to its original position on the board.*

Rozyus: Now then…

*The Boy scans the board, seeing the slightly worn down pieces, the decadent but archaic board that seemed warn with age. He scowled at the sight of the chaos, before looking back at the moderator.*

Rozyus: Lord! Do you expect me to play on something like this? You’ve all been playing this for eons. Hardly seems fair. Yes, the rules have changed slightly, but still, if they are to change this much, then don't you believe the game should as well? For the sake of the fairness, I mean.  

Voice 1: Take your seat upon your throne, and you shall see that even if the table seems eons old, the ‘Game’ has been updated a little more than merely adding another seat.

*With the moderators invitation The Boy reclines upon his new throne crossing his legs and examining the rules once more they seemed to have been altered once more to suit the new playstyle of the game.*

*The ‘Game’ no longer resembled a chess-like set up, but rather it seemed as if the ‘Game’ now resembled some form of card game. While the table itself was currently empty, thanks to the magic of the room, before each of the players thrones, there was some form of illusion, which seemed as though cards that represented the members of the armies, the people who were the pieces of the game, flowing slowy, waiting to be selected by the Players. Looking at the flowing illusion from any other angle but sitting upon the throne made it impossible for any other players to see who, or what, was on each card on another’s side.*

Rozyus: Well ask and thou shalt receive, look at you being all fancy with your holograms and floating cards and what not. I'm assuming the heros can not be reassigned in this new game. So these cards cannot be touched correct.

*The Boy gestured to the slightly more decadent cards that were assigned to each participant of the board.*

Voice 1: Indeed, in selecting here, they cannot be moved to another player, or chosen by another player if they have already been chosen. There is, of course, exceptions to the rule. Due to how Heroes work, if they themselves give permission, or opt out of being in the service of another god, then they could, potentially, be taken on by another. As you might see on the cards, those belonging to a Hero are a different colour. This colour will change should the Hero have renounced their position, or have made themselves otherwise available to be chosen again.

Rozyus: I see, then for now I’ll decline choosing one quite yet. Rather I’ll focus on my army.

*After a brief moment of consideration, The Boy finishes selecting his army. Heart beating wildly, The Boy looks back at the moderator, implying that he was finished with his selection. A small group - bailey fifty cards strong. Laughable at best and pitiful at worst.

The moderator stared at the small band with worried eyes.*

Voice 1: ...Is this all you shall be choosing? Why not more? Surely it would even the playing field should your armies match the size and strength of your fellow competitors?

Rozyus: No, for now this shall be it. Theses Cards have ‘cards’ of their own, all quite powerful in their own right. Both in politics and armies. Rest assured, my army will grow in time. But for now, this is all I need. I’m not like the ‘other players’ on this board, grabbing souls and throwing them at their enemy lines to seeing what sticks. No, I’m far more intelligent than that. Besides, as you can see, I’ve chosen for both sides after all.

*With a somewhat cunning smile painting his black died lips The Boy rested his fist upon his cheek, patiently awaiting the Moderator’s response.*

*The Moderator considered the chosen cards once more, before finally nodding, at least somewhat satisfied by the choice*

Voice 1: Very well then. From this day onwards, those people shall become a part of your army, for you to do with as you will. However, before the new ‘Game’ can begin, the other players must be informed of the changes. Likewise, it would also be best for all the players to know of each other. That is a rule that has not changed. While you may hide your tactics and skills, it is only fair that, in a game that places the lives of the entire world at stake that those in control should be aware of whom else bares the same burden. Still, that can be saved for another time. For now, as a new player and as one who split their very being into two, it would be best to be rested. It would not do to fall asleep while meeting with your competitors. Likewise, a little time to let the information settle will help. Worry not, for only once you are all ready shall the ‘Game’ begin anew.

Rozyus: Hm, I believe that would be best. At least, for now. Splitting oneself is quite tiring…. Well, until the next summoning. Adieu.

*With slight sluggishness, The Boy stood up, turning to leaving whatever realm he had been summoned to. The sudden weight of the splitting of his being was not a feeling he was accustomed to; the nausea and dizzy spells, while temporary, were too much for him to take.

It was while Rozyus was beginning to feel the side effects of just what he had done that he was spotted. Unlike before, when his journey to the tent, which had acted as the doorway to the Other Realm, had made him near invisible to passers by, his return was not so cloaked. As such, when one soldier rounded the corner, swinging a small gourd from the cloth tied around it, he immediately noticed Rozyus, swaying almost as if drunk. Knowing something had to be wrong - the soldier, even at his most drunk had never seen Rozyus acting in such a way, hurried to his side. Dropping the gourd somewhat carelessly, he hurriedly took Rozyus’ arm, wrapping it over his shoulder.*

Drunk Soldier: Miss Fairy! Are you alright? You look almost as though you’d spent a night at the tavern. But unless Lord Dionysus has been by, that surely couldn’t be the case. Do you need a medic? I can take you there.

Rozyus: Please I… *Huff Huff* Please help me to my room, then call for My Lord… P-please.

Drunk Soldier: Well, if you’re sure…...though a medic may be able to help as well. Then again, with all; the jobs Lord Inari has, I have no idea if he picked up medical skills recently to.

*Pausing, the man seemed to realise that Rozyus seemed to be more pained and grimaced*

Drunk Soldier: A-anyway….

*Soldiering his weight a little more, if only to help steady the other god, the Soldier began to half steady, half carry Rozyus back to the tent he had been occupying. With a wince at the thought of entering the temporary abode, the man muttered an apology to the room before carrying Rozyus to the bed, clumsily helping Rozyus into it. That done, he quickly backed off, red faced*

Drunk Soldier: I’ll…..uh….I’ll go and fetch the Lord. You get some rest, okay? Okay.

*Without waiting for a reply, the man darted out once more, obviously flustered at having been in Rozyus’ room alone with the object of his affections.*

Rozyus: *Chuccle* it seems without liquid courage running through his veins all that pluck seems to have withered hahaha.

*Feeling the fatigue setting once more The Boy wills the last of his strength and summons his staffed lantern. Creating a barrier around the tent. Before collapsing into the darkness of slumber.

It was not too long before the Soldier had located Inari, who had been in the process of delegation, having spoken with those whom Parame had requested to stay at the camp to oversee construction of the fortress, while also sending requests out to the few not at camp who might be better suited for construction. Even so, As the Soldier came and whispered to them what was needed, it was only their training that stopped them from dropping the scroll in shock and bolting as fast as they could. Instead, they calmly handed the scroll to their second in command to cover the last few small details with one particular group before gracefully leaving to ‘attend to business’. This, at least, wouldn’t worry the other soldiers, who had already taken enough knocks to their morelle for a while. Despite this, they were able to make it to the tent quickly.

Moving to Rozyus’ side, they gently ran a hand over his forehead, looking for any signs of fever, or even any sign that ‘He’ had targeted Rozyus again so soon. They doubted it, considering what Rozyus told them of the last meeting between the two, and yet….it wasn’t an impossible scenario. They couldn’t find anything particularly odd - beyond the fact that he seemed strangely drained. It baffled them, making them wish the Soul was more of their domain.*

Inari: *Gently whispering, so as not to startle him* Rozyus? My Love, can you hear me?

*The Boy tossed and turned, groaning slightly, feebly reaching out towards his lover.*

Rozyus: No… can’t hear you, ‘coz I’m sleeping.

*Snorting gently in amusement, relaxing a little to hear Royus sounding so….well, like Rozyus. Carefully, they sat beside him, running fingers through his hair.*

Inari: Ah, my love, what have you gotten yourself into this time. I worry one day I will turn around to find you in such dire straights….

Rozyus: Well, I have a hilarious story to tell you.

Inari:....Oh dear, I know that tone. Now I am worried. Still, a soldier cannot balk in the face of adversity. What story would it be that you wish to tell me?

Rozyus: Well gorgeous, you might want to brace yourself for this one….

*Choosing his words very carefully, The Boy recounts his experience with the moderator, the game and his new found position, leaving out certain bits of information that he rather not disclose quite yet.

For a while, Inari sat in silence, before finally dropping their head into their hands and concentrating on their own breathing, preventing the knee jerk reaction to go and find a convenient Elder God to strangle. They had only recently heard of the ‘Game’, and now this was happening. Still, they couldn’t panic. It would do no good, not if they truly wanted to help put an end to it once and for all.*

Rozyus: Now now, darling, you know stress isn't good for the hair. You might end up going gray from it. *Tired smirk*

Inari: *Shooting a look from between their fingers, voice sarcastic* Oh, is that why I already have white hair? I was beginning to wonder.

Rozyus: *Laughter* Oh? I hadn't noticed. Oh! Now that you mention it, when we were kids, wasn't it black? Oh honey - no, Snow White - how stressed are you?

Inari: And I don’t even have seven little friends to help me out either.

Rozyus: Pft! But we have the Wicked Mother, no?

Inari: Ah, our lives are fairytales. No wonder the mortals have such odd stories of us….*They sigh, before becoming serious once again* But that’s not the most important thing now. You’re actually a part of the Game now. I might not have been outright told who the Players were when I was told of it’s existence, but it’s not hard for me to make conclusions. If I’m right about who your opponents are….It’s not going to be easy. At the same time, knowing that you’ll be fighting to free us all of such an existence bound to the Game….I can’t help but feel proud, yet worried….Do you….have a plan? Beyond what we spoke of with Pandora, I mean.

Rozyus: Truth be told, yes and no. But for now, I think I should sleep on it. Splitting one's soul is no easy task and it's showing on me. Might I ask you stay with me…? I know you're busy, but just till I fall asleep, please?

Inari: You know all you need to do is ask. For now, rest. I will stay with you until then, so you may dream pleasantly. It will never bother me to spend some time by your side.

[END]