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Nephilim simply smiled back at Zorlo, letting the tears fall. She was very much happy to have finally met the 'real' Zorlo, the friend that she wanted to meet for a long time, but the tears themselves felt... dark, fueled both her powerful happiness and a deep sorrow. It took a moment to figure it out. The 'image' was gone. The shadow of her brother that she'd always had on him was braking up and she was beginning to see him. Maybe... she was beginning to accept that her brother... may really be dead... But soon enough, Zachary left and Nephilim nodded her agreement as she started wiping her face with some success and turned to notice Seiko walking through the open door toward them. "Oh! Hey Seiko. How are you today! Did that task from yesterday go well from you?" Nephilim asked with a smile, tears all but gone now.

"pretty much" muttered seiko, "I also had to bring in the new history prof".

"How quaint," Zorlo responded with a smile. "A history professor. So, what's he like and all that jazz?" the green haired man asked as he smiled at her. "Oh, by the by, I'm Zorlo, nice to meet you," Zorlo said as bowed his head slightly at her. The Erdgeist had something else he wanted to ask Seiko, but figured that Nephilim with Nephilim so close, he decided to just leave what was going on there.

"He was..... Interesting" replied seiko to the erdgeist "at best he ought to be a student rather than some teacher, wanna go to the cafeteria? My treat." she offered them.

"Subject appears to be interacting normally, interesting." The man observing them told himself then he noticed that he was being trailed by a man in a black cloak, "Typhon wont be happy about this", he was about to leave the grounds when he was confronted by James, "still running after women? I thought you people had better things to do", "oh we do inquisitor such as...." while replying he swung his arm at him, his armour absorbed the blow and he just got up and drew a pistol and sword, "allow me to return the favour" replied the inquisitor as he shot the man with multiple rounds before he realized something was wrong, "you cant kill a shell inquisitor" he mocked as he didnt seemed fazed by the gaping bullet holes in his body, "a human soul in an artificial body? What abomination are you?" asked the inquisitor as he used sword to block the abominations attacks, he loaded psychic rounds into his auto pistol and started firing, this "thing" wouldnt last a chance, "if its a human soul in an artificial body then it wont be able to survive without its body like erdgeist's", upon hitting it the abomination started to tremble then fell flat on the ground "you may kill me but there are are many more who would take my place inquisitor, so many more, I am just one within a legion, you and everything in this world will fall before the might of Ghargtuloth! Hehehehehe..." he laughed weakly before being shot in the head by James, therefore expelling his soul and sending him to the other side, James then faced his familiar and told it "tell them the threat was far worst than we had expected, tell the Ordo Malleus to send me knights and an entire Imperial army regiment if they have to, tell them to bring me the "gungir" I fear I might need it" he finished, ".- ..-. ..-. .. .-. -- .- - .. ...- ." it replied

"I see..." Zorlo said as he scratched the back of his head. "Age has that kind of effect, I suppose. Although, theoretically, men show signs of aging slower than women do, so it is possible that his body has been preserved due to good genetics," Zorlo said as he looked at her. "Anyway... food sounds good, right Lady Nephilim? Also, Miss Seiko, I sense something different about you... an air of... almost... Hmm..." Zorlo paused. "Did you change something?" Zorlo asked, not quite sure what he actually meant, but feeling a difference in the build of spirits. He knew she wasn't JUST a warrior anymore... or was he losing his mind?

...? She does seem a little different, Nephilim thought to herself. She opened her mouth to when her growling stomach banished the thought with ease. She really hadn't eaten much the night before after the healing and lessons after.... "That sounds great, Seiko. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon," Nephilim replied as she caught both Zorlo's and Seiko's hands, pausing at the distant sound of gunfire. Gunfire..? Maybe... someone's hunting..? She shrugged when no more were heard. "Anyway, let's go!" She said suddenly in the silence as she 'dragged' the two off toward the cafeteria.

Kaito: { walking towards the cafeteria} that damn dream kept me up all night long didnt get a wink of sleep *sigh* { he grabs a tray and he gets some food as he sits down by himself as usual again for some odd reason people found kaito hard to approach despite his good nature}

"dig in" said seiko as she told them to pick any food, "you guys are lucky! I used to treat my friends back at my village especially some unlucky guy with a weird right arm... Anyway just choose what you like!"((just a small reference to a "certain" anime))

"I'm famished" said James as he went to the cafeteria, "I just hope they have meat pies- eh?" James then noticed seiko next to zorlo and nephilim, apparently about to get some food, he then approached and asked "Oh miss I forgot to ask what you're name is" said the inquisitor, without his hat on nephilim and zorlo saw he clearly bore a shocking resemblance to seiko and under the black coat they could make out what appeared to be powered armor covered in runes, on his hip was a sword and on his chest was a holster for his pistol, "hey teach you hungry? Oh and my name is seiko" she told the armed history prof, "famished miss" replied James with a smile.

Zorlo looked at the man, his gun, and his sword. Something about him felt odd as well. "What a peculiar day... perhaps serendipitous is a better word, though?" the green haired man asked as he looked at James again. "I am Zorlo, its nice to meet you, sir," the green haired man said as he seemed to lose interest and removed one of the discs from his vest. "I can't believe I thought this was a good idea. Ardes that run on magic by spinning... its unnecessarily complex and drains an excess of magic to boot. Hmm... perhaps I should start from scratch?" Zorlo asked himself, talking aloud for no apparent reason. "I just need a good enough laboratory with tools so I can make the necessary advancements. This new idea will work phenomenally!" Zorlo told himself as he laughed slight. "That and, while I couped myself up, I had a number of other ideas. I can create them all now!" he said, cackling slightly as he spoke.

James turned to face nephilim and asked "whats with him? The erdgeist."

((That's alright. I don't think I've made less then four references to at least three different games/anime in this RP alone.))

Nephilim looked back from making her plate. "Well, you sure seem cheery today, Zorlo. Happy to be yourself again?" Nephilim asked cheerfully before taking notice of James. Wow, he looks a lot like Seiko. I wonder if they're related? She thought to herself before smiling. "Hello sir! Are you two related? Or just look-alikes?" she asked as she looked over his armor. "That's kinda cool. May I ask kind of Armor that is? I don't think I've seen that before," she finished, tracing an exposed rune with a finger, careful not to accidentally set off anything. Though the armor was new to her, Runology really wasn't. Her big sister used it a lot, so she was roughly familiar with it.

James then began "its a technological marvel back in middenheim, its similar to an artificial body but was converted to act as armor instead, it enhances my body to perform things that a normal human being would have trouble with, the runes are to ward off evil and the demonic, diablons arent total demons so they wont be affected, plus this armor was blessed, and as for me and miss seiko...." he then looked at her and saw the resemblance, "I think it might be just pure coincidence, I dont have any family, at least not anymore...." he then remembered, 9 years ago....

"RUN!" yelled a voice, "ITS HIM! ITS HIM!" continued the voice, "James run!" yelled the voice again, it was too late the voice then fell silent after a scream, "brother!" yelled a young girl, "RUN!" echoed the dead man's voice, "run" that was what James did, "BROTHER!" screamed the girl before screaming and falling silent.... It was dawn, the manor was burned down, knights and soldiers from the nearby garrison was shifting through the rubble when they saw James walking around in a daze, "Oy there's a boy over here!" yelled someone, with that they escorted him near an ambulance and as he sat there he was approached by a knight in silver power armor, "I'm sir isaac of the local garrison, could you please explain what happened here son?" he asked in a gentle tone "they're all dead" said James, "they're all dead because I ran" he began sobbing, "its alright, you're safe now" said the knight, the apothecaries were carrying charred remains, and one of those charred remains was his sister......

"Riposte!" yelled Isaac as he dueled with James, it was 3 years since then and the boy was showing remarkable recovery, "I think you're getting sloppy old man!" taunted James as he parried another blow from Isaac, he then struck Isaac down and disarmed him, "yield" said the apprentice to the master, "good work boy but.." Isaac then kicked James in a not so pleasant spot, "AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" howled James in pain, "always know where to strike" said his stepfather sir Isaac of the crimson swords, "no fair..." muttered James weakly, he then freshened up and went to his room, he was fixing his hair in the mirror after he washed his face on the sink he turned up and looked in the mirror, only to see a his dead sister smiling.... Burning, he looked in horror as she opened her mouth as if to say something, only for him to see that the mouth kept elongating and that the eyes shrunk back revealing a twisted parody of what should have been a human face....

"I'm sorry but family isnt really my best topic, how about we just enjoy the food?" said James with his usual smile.

"Natural beings and your 'family' things. You wonder why Erdgeist think you're all odd. I think it's probably because Erdgeist, even those that can technically reproduce sexually, don't really have a sense of childhood or any of that. We reproduce and that child is placed within a body that's cultivated. Still, lesser species sometimes twist this process in a vain attempt to be stronger. Its quite sad," Zorlo said as he removed one of the discs and began tweaking it. "I should probably turn this into something more linear, so energy is flowing one way, but can attach energy from multiple directions?" the green haired man asked as he seemed distant.

((Sorry about not posting, though it’s not like you aren’t getting any action =D Oh wait…that stopped on Monday. WEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Guess who’s back? Though not for very much longer >.>))

"Whoah there Saber, you seem to be in an awful rush. Is the forge on fire or something? Well, more than it should be I mean, because you need fire to-. Never mind. You know what I mean. What's the rush?" Saber checked his watch, and it was getting very late. “Don’t worry about it, I think I missed the timing anyway. It’s awfully late. Sorry to bother you…” Saber gave Trafalgar a nod and went back to his dorm room. “I still have that detention right?” He looked at the slip and jammed it into a drawer; he lay back on his bed and looked back on his day, his little game of tag with Nephilim, and then further back, the thoughts of his home.

“Till? Where are you Till, you win! This isn’t funny anymore; it’s getting dark.” Saber flew slowly, searching in a thick rainforest for what seemed to be a friend. “Till! If you jump out and bop me on the head again I’ll bop you back twice as hard!” Saber heard the rustling of leaves behind him and turned face to face with Till, though Till was hanging upside down from a branch. “Boo” “Ahhhh!” Saber screamed and jumped back, but not before Till delivered the anticipated bop on the head. “Ooh Till I’ll get you!” Saber said as Till made his escape. “Nope! I’m too fast for you smallfry!” The duo raced down the riverside until Saber lost sight of Till. CRRRRAAAACK!

“Till?” Saber awoke the next morning, still locked onto the memory. He shook it off, performed his daily exercises, and went to the cafeteria to eat his breakfast. Afterword, he went to the clearing for to train, however of staying at the clearing, Saber enjoyed a jog down the path and rested at the lake with the floating green boulder. “Hmm. It seems sturdy. Maybe I can make a sword of it. But how will I craft it?” Saber sat cross-legged pondering the thought. After about an hour, he shrugged it off and began his cancel technique.

((Sorry, been all over the place.))

"Oh... It's okay. I apologize for bringing it up, sir," Nephilim replied with a smile before lightly swatting Zorlo on the arm. "And you. Stop being rude, Zorlo. It's not like everyone can be the same or have less vulnerable bodies, y'know?" Nephilim said to him, trying to look stern, but soon giggling as she returned to making her plate. Then the question at hand came to mind. She stopped and turned back to James, looking over his armor again. This wasn't everyday armor, after all. "You're a teacher now. But what did you used to do to have such high-grade armor, sir?" she asked.

"It protected me from..... Job hazards." he replied, "being a member of his majesty's holy inquisition means making a lot of enemies. Now its getting late and I'm afraid there will be classes tomorrow, good night." he said as he turned and left.

"oh well I'll just take care of the payment, see you guys tomorrow, hopefully we can go to the other labyrinth." said seiko as she went to pay for their meal.

outside of particus an airship was dropping of 3 figures, all clad in powered armor and black cloaks were being greeted by a man dressed similarly, "Inquisitor Mcleod" said one of the disembarking men, "Inquisitor Drogan, welcome to the boshane peninsula." replied James, "ah yes, peaceful part of the world, not for long though" said a female among them, "Mira, dont go mouthing off things like that." said the other Inquisitor, "sorry then Inquisitor Nyxos." replied Inquisitor Mira, "I trust you have a good reason for calling us out here Inquisitor Mcleod?" asked Mira, "here." said James as he handed them something, "by the emperor, where on earth did you get this?" asked Mira as she held the arm of the fallen abomination, "it was a human soul within an artificial body, if I can recall the transferring of a human soul to a different body i highly illegal." said Nyxos, "it is Nyxos and I'm afraid the only ones willing to do that are-" "cultists" came a fifth voice, a man in black robes was being followed by similarly dressed figures approached them, "sir cultists" said James as he drew out his hand gun, the others did the same and drew their weapons, they all had handguns but the cultists had larger firearms and one of them carried an axe, "die slaves of the false empire!" yelled the cultists as they charged, "For the emperor!" shouted the Inquisitors as they opened fire, as the shootout began more figures were disembarking from the airship and were also armed, they wore military uniforms and had stronger firearms than the inquisitors and were also shooting at the cultists, after the shootout was done they all looked around, "anybody hurt?" asked Drogan, "none sir" said the soldiers who had disembarked off the airship being followed by others, "lucky we had powered armour" said James.

"so tired" muttered seiko as she went to sleep, she swore she had heard the sound of gunfire awhile ago but it was probably some kids with firecrackers.

Zorlo had disappeared into the lab. He'd spent the day working on things. He'd mostly finished his latest funnel system. Even among his race, he had some of the highest psycho-magical potential. Controlling funnels and their aiming system had become almost second nature to him, but it still required a great deal of focus. He worked tirelessly and finished the six of them and placed them as a cloak over his right shoulder that could become a wing-like apparatus when needed.

Beyond that, Zorlo had spent time working on a thermal conversion system that would cause magical reactions within wind to create plasma for a blade. "I've almost got it. Just a bit more..." he said as he held the handle out and a blade of green energy formed. "There we go!" he said as he swung the green beam saber around somewhat mindlessly, cutting a table and beaker and other random things sitting around apart. "Amazing," he said as the blade vanished, and then the handle extended at the press of a button. This time, three prongs appeared from the weapon, making it a spear-like blade with three tips, but not a trident. "And Javelin mode works fine," Zorlo siad as he pressed the button again and it returned to a handle before it vanished into data in his hand.

"There we go, all finished," Zorlo said with a smile as he heard the sound of gunfire. Wiping his hands of the random potentially volatile liquids there, he quickly rushed onto the scene. Perhaps a chance to use his weapons.

(Yes, Zorlo did just create highly advanced, gundam-related weapons to be used. I've been dealing with a lot of gundam related stuff lately, so that inspirtation is apt to rub off. Deal with it. )

"I believe we must withdraw Inquisitor Mcleod" said Nyxos, "I'll have to rearrange another place we could meet without being shot at or nearly being cleaved in half by madmen" apologized James, with that the airship took off and he was left with the task of disposing of the evidence, he simply snapped his fingers and the cultist's corpses burned to ashes, "that was a snap" he chuckled.

Meanwhile in the airship its occupants discussed among each other and looked at the arm, "change" said Nyxos, "these cultists worship demons of change and sorcery, they tend to blur the line between creativity and morality with things like these, taking out human souls then using artificial bodies, clever but it dulls the human soul till its no better than a machine.", "Drogan you've dealt with heresies worst than this, what do you propose?" asked Mira to the older Inquisitor, "I suggest treating it like a weed infestation, cut it out from the root, no need for a full force invasion, but just in case I have already contacted Titan and they have agreed to lend an airship, an Imperial army regiment and a one company of knights" he said quite pleased, "thats all?" retorted Mira, "Mira, Drogan has had experience in these things for years now" said Nyxos, "sorry sir" replied Mira, "she does have a point sir, remember when we underestimated the happenings at Ruhr and in the end we sacrificed a hundred knights just to seal that demon?" said Drogan, "Ruhr was a mistake Drogan, but it has one in a hundred chance to be repeated" Replied Nyxos.

"morning" muttered seiko as she entered the classroom, everybody was present and they all knew that yuno was gonna discuss something for that day.

Zorlo sat in the classroom, obviously working on something, no different than normal. Still, what he had seen and heard the night before hadn't left him yet. Cultists, huh? Those humans wreak of Runology and their weapons are peculiar. Aside from that, the thing they burned up smelled like me... but weaker. It was a human soul in an artificial body. Are humans the trying to find a way to balance out the difference between other races and them? No... I don't think it's as simple as that, perhaps? Zorlo pondered as he laid back in his chair and continued to tune another beam saber. Now that I've gotten the required energy output for both the Nu System's beams and the Beam Saber's blade, I need to start work on something else. A blade is nice, and funnels are great weapons, but they're hard to use in combination. I'll see how it goes, though, Zorlo told himself as he looked up. Nephilim would be there soon... he'd relay what little he knew to her and see her opinion on the matter.