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nomorefstogive · 2 months

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@purpleberiii

This! This is everything I thought of and more! Thank you so much for making something out of my idea, it is a wonderful little read, bittersweet, but quite enjoyable all the same.

That said, I said that I would share an angsty idea with you, I will send it to you via an ask, it is a slight modification to a previously sent idea...I also have an NSFW idea that I need to refine a bit, but I am curious as to if you would enjoy it, as a palate cleanser from the angst I will send it to you first.

With that said, I once again wish to say thank you for this wonderful read, and that I hope you stay safe and take care.

P.S. I saw that you are considering a Soulmate idea and I have to say this *Ahem* Do it!

"My dear soulmate"

☆Prompt: In which the Adjutant refuses to acknowledge the soul mate mark shared by you and her. After the mark was removed, Adjutant realised that she needed you but it was too late.

☆Warnings: Angst, Slight comfort at the end with another sinner, reader being a sinner.

It wasn't planned nor was it expected. The hardworking, strict Adjutant bearing a mark similar to that of a dangerous sinner. One whom she depised with all her heart; though sometimes her heart tells her things she doesn't like to hear.

If she could have a chance to pick another soulmate she would but god not you. Anyone but you. Why did she despise you this much? WS it because you are a sinner? Or is it because she cannot be seen with such a person?

Either way, Nightingale made it her duty to turn you down everytime you attempted to talk to her. Poor you just wanted to connect to your soulmate but she had different plans.

Your personality was kind, gentle and caring; things that a sinner wasn't expected to have. Such personality could only be owned by angels and not demons like you.

Everyone inside the Bureau knew about the mark and despite the fear Nightingale had that they would judge her, they didn't. She heard numerous times from different persons that a soulmate is the most wonderful thing, to which she'd only scoffed and walk away.

Every morning when the Adjutant comes to your cell, you'd sit by peacefully with a smile on your face, trying to start up a conversation, offering compliments everytime you saw her. On Valentines, you even went out of your way to buy tons of chocolates and flowers, even a big Teddy bear.

She of course, threw it all away, and unbeknownst to her, you witnessed the way she kicked open the bin and poured every chocolate and flowers, but she didn't throw away the Teddy. Though she acted heartless, in the back of her mind thought it was cute but her neglecting out weighed her acceptance.

She found herself doing things that she didn't even realise, she never thought she'd acted that way. Even the Chief at some point told her that she's disappointed with the way she acted and to have her beloved Cheif being disappointed, it was like a nightmare.

She blamed you. Though she didn't have a valid reason, she did. And through her hate, she sent you on an expedition, one that she was well aware of that it was dangerous to an extent that even the Chief was prohibited from going. Part of her wanted to cancel your mission but the other part still sent you.

When you came back all bloodied and barely making it to the doors of the Bureau, Nightingale watched it horror as an oxygen mask was hurriedly placed and you were quickly rushed to the hospital. In a state of shock, she sat motionless in her office of an hour until the Chief came in, an angry expression written on her face.

"You knew it was dangerous! Why did you send her?!"

"..." No words came out of her mouth.

"I'm very disappointed in you! Be it whether you're the leader of the Nineth Agency or my Adjutant, my sinners' health comes first and I won't tolerate anyone who jeopardises that. You're suspended for a month Nightingale and until you can get your mind set straight, I suggest you don't contact me or y/n."

Those words hit the Adjutant like a knife and in a slow and steady motion she packed up her things and left. Whispers could be heard from everyone as she passed by.

In that same night, she had a strange voice talk to her in her sleep. Though the voice was gentle, an unhinged tone it portrayed. "You defied the rules of fate for you had neglected the one true mate given to yourself. You will be free from her, but you shall never find another one who will treat you the same."

In a daze of fear she woke up, sweating and trembling. The atmosphere felt heavy and she huddled up in her covers and weeped.

While you were in the hospital, laying unconscious on the bed with machines hooked around you, a strange voice spoke you to as well. "My child, you have been neglected by your one true mate. Fate had not planned that for you but, you shall be free of your mark and of the pain and agony you felt with your previous mate. You will now be free to choose whomever you wish to be with." A hand stroked your head and you were awakened by the touch. It felt like an angel had touched you.

You woke up to find Hamel by your bed side, a gentle yet concerned look on her face. "You're finally awake. How are you feeling?" You stared at Hamel in a daze and felt a burning sensation. As you looked, you saw your mark being faded away slowly and Nightingale's face flashed once more in your mind. Thus the relationship between you and Hamel began.

When Nightingale returned to work, she immediately looked for you. She spotted you in the hallway, making your way back to your cell. She made it in time to grab your hand and throw her body into your arms, sobbing loudly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Please..."

You just pushed her off you and she slid down the floor, tears pouring out of her eyes like a waterfall. When her eyes met the sight of your hugging Hamel, she knew she was done for. She didn't see the mark on you but her marked was still present.

It was her punishment from Fate. As the mark will still be present, she will be without a mate for all of her life and if she falls in love, the person shall never return her love.

"My dear soulmate. I'm sorry..."

#reblog #nomorefstogive reblog #ptn #path to nowhere #path to nowhere nightingale #nightingale #ptn nightingale #nightingale x reader #ptn nightingale x reader #hamel x reader #hamel ptn #nightingale ptn x reader #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x reader

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nomorefstogive · 2 months

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Hellooooo

Don't worry I haven't forgotten about your Soulmate Au idea

I just popped in to inform you that I'm working on it (I've been recently updating my hsr blog alot which is why I haven't gotten out the fic as yet)

Rest assured! It will be posted in a day or two!

It's alright, feel free to take your time with it, I am curious to see what you have made of the idea, I have actually been thinking of another one that is a great deal more angsty that I will try and share when I get the chance.

I am likewise busy trying to get the next chapter of my Azur Lane fic typed up...it is...yeah let's just say its been an adventure lol.

All of that said, I hope you stay safe and take care.

#nomorefstogive answer

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Idk if you have seen my ask but who is your favorite reverse 1999 character. I have Shamane as my favorite.

Sorry for the delay I only saw it when I got home from work.

As for my favorite...hmmm...it is a 4 way tie between Sonetto, Schneider, Druvis, and Pickles, but if I had to pick one out of the 4 of them then it would be Sonetto.

Bless her heart she tries to be the sane one in the group, but she has her work cut out for her with trying to handle Vertin by herself, let alone the gaggle of lunatics that have come to work with the Timekeeper lol.

The poor bean has to balance the lunacy of the Timekeeper and her antics, with the oppressive nature of St. Pavlov, and the danger of both Manus Vindictae and the Storm, and somehow she remains the only one of Vertins group that has something of a normal sense of sanity.

That and the fact she is quite shameless in how much she cares for Vertin, all while being wholly oblivious to Matilda's pining for her, makes her something of my favorite out of the crew.

Again, sorry for the delay in posting this, hope you take care and stay safe.

#reverse 1999 #nomorefstogive answer

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nomorefstogive · 3 months

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Hmmm...it may not be quite what you are thinking of, but every time I think of characters that share so many similarities in terms of appearance and design. I am reminded of the Saber faces from the fate series, for example let me introduce you to Artoria Pendragon:

Now let me introduce you to Nero Claudius:

How about we add in Jeanne d'Arc

And finish things off with Okita Souji:

Each of them from a different era, having different goals and ideals, and yet all of them share the same face, hence the Saberface trope.

Let's see what you can think of @servalisms @sinsmockingbird @badtaktopheadcanons

Again, sorry if I have misinterpreted the goal of this reblog chain lol.

Who gives of a vibe similar to these guys

#reblog chain #reblog challenge #nomorefstogive reblog #reblog #fate grand order #fate series #saberface

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PtN SFW Headcanons Part 3: Che

Hello all, we are here for the third installment of this mess of a fic, this one featuring a Sinner recommended to us by EinarKaslana Ao3, who also gave us the idea of who the next Sinner to be featured here will be, that said, the Sinner we are focusing on today is the enigmatic axe and knife wielder of Whitestone Industries, KK’s second pain in the neck, and a Sinner whose past is mired in mystery and enigma-

Che

1. He owns multiple sleeping bags of varying size and quality, several of which seem to be either hand made by a third party or by Che himself, though he will only smirk when asked which of the two options it is.

2. He has formed an unlikely friendship with Corso and Wolverine over their shared disdain for animal abusers, when they go out to hunt one down or to bust a fighting ring, he seems to come alive and display a truly remarkable amount of vigor as opposed to his normal demeanor.

3. He can use guns, and is actually quite adept with pistols, he simply prefers his blades due to sentimental reasons.

4. He has mastered the art of sleeping in uncomfortable positions and situations, from being able to sleep while standing up, to being able to sleep while having several bullet and blade wounds from mania weapons.

Granted, the last time he fell asleep while injured he almost gave KK and Bai Yi heart attacks as they believed he was dead due to his lack of a response, only for him to wake up when they mentioned getting Anne to take a look at him.

5. He has an instinctive fear of doctors, or rather any form of medical professional, while he may have some degree of trust in Anne and Iron, due to Bai Yi and KK vouching for them and for them having saved his life several times while the trio was in Syndicate and since joining the prison, he still prefers to not seek them out unless it is a matter of life and death.

6. He is ambidextrous, and uses this to subtly mess with people by making them think one hand is his dominant, only to use the opposite hand for something the next day or such.

7. He once asked the Chief if he could be put in a padded cell, his logic was that all he would need was a blanket and he could use the cell itself as his bed. That the chief had begun to laugh as KK lectured him as she told him that it was not an option and that it was not how padded cells work, only led to him sighing and instead asking the Chief for a more comfortable bed.

The Chief granted the request after she had finished laughing to herself.

8. Caffeine and sugar do not wake him up, on the contrary they make him even more tired, with Summer’s special blend of coffee having put him to sleep for nearly 2 days straight, something that led to the genius being berated by KK and Bai-Yi once they discovered her involvement.

9. He once painted his eyelids to look like his eyes and fell asleep, somehow he even managed to speak in his sleep and blink his ‘eyes’ in a convincing enough manner that no one figured it out till KK saw him, sighed, and walked over and smacked him on the head to wake him up.

10. The story of him gaining his driver’s license is a long and complicated one that involves the Chief pulling some strings for him to take a test to get one,, a wheel that popped off a few minutes into the test, several gangsters on motorcycles, and Bai Yi and KK trying to run interference before an RPG was launched at them and split them and Che up.

In addition to a mall that needed a new entry door, escalators, several new store fronts, a fountain, several new columns, and a new exit door along with several damaged vehicles and cases of injuries.

The tale ended with a battered and broken vehicle resting in a parking lot as the instructor hyperventilated into a paper bag as Che fought off a few gangsters before asking if he passed or failed the test.

He did indeed pass, perhaps out of the instructors fear of something similar happening if they were ever to be involved with Che again, or perhaps out of an exasperated Chief and a cackling Langley having had a conversation with them, to sway their mind.

11. He is actually a surprisingly good cook when he wants to be, and has many times helped Kelvin and Ignis in the kitchen after KK ordered him to, though he has also been seen sneaking into the kitchen to make meals for the rest of Whitestone Industries.

That he leaves a list of all that he has taken and used that night in making said meal has earned him no small amount of praise from the kitchen staff.

12. He hates riding motorcycles, he simply feels they are too unsafe despite the speed and maneuverability they offer, and as such prefers the relative security of a truck or of any other form of vehicle as opposed to Bai-Yi’s preferred ride.

That he can also use the other vehicles as improvised weapons and battering rams for when the situation arises, and that he can recline back in the seat or lay down across the back seat and go to sleep is also a factor in his bias towards other vehicles.

Of course, the fact that bai-Yi once launched him off of her motorcycle and into a pile of garbage does not help matters either.

13. He pities the Chief, seeing their constant attempts at bettering the world as respectable, but at the same time ultimately futile given the scope of just what they are up against, though he cannot deny there is a part of him that wants to see the Chief succeed, and since KK and Bai-Yi are so fond of them he has decided to do what he can to help them…so long as it does not interfere in his nap time that is.

14. He suffers from chronic pains centered around his patch covered eye, the intensity of which varies from a dull ache to a piercing agony depending on the amount of Mania in the area around him, he has learned to fight through the pain when it comes to battles and day to day activities and will give little to no sign he is suffering aside from a slight clenching of his jaw.

Bai-Yi and KK have learned to read him well enough to know when he needs to be forced to get some rest before the pain overwhelms him, with the Chief having learned about the matter due to their connection through the Shackles, with her having nearly been incapacitated by the pain before she was able to figure out who it was coming from.

As a result, he now has a prescription for high dosage pain-killers that he stubbornly refuses to use unless the pain is to the point of nearly taking both him and the Chief down.

15. He does not like wearing suits, at all. That said, he is able to pull off a surprisingly roguish look when he does wear one, to the point of having to flee and make up excuses to escape the number of men and women that try and get his number.

There is actually a video of this happening that began to circulated around the Bureau after Che was asked to attend a part with the Chief as part of a mission, he has since been hounded by many of the guards and sinners alike to wear one again, with Garofano having even offered to tailor make him a suit, an offer he quite vocally refused.

That said, he does have one in reserve for any special mission that needs it, he just hopes ne never has to wear it again…or that he gets paid extra for wearing it if the need arises.

16. He has managed to bond with Hella and Ninety-Nine over a shared hatred for a certain Umbrella Salesman, a nickname that has spread across the Bureau much to his amusement, and an equally intense hatred for mad scientists.

17. Through means known but to himself, whatever God was watching at the time, and those involved, he once managed to smuggle several dozen dogs and cats into his cell with no one knowing.

How they remained hidden from the security cameras and guards, no one has been able to figure out, with Nightingale having posted a reward for anyone that can help her to understand how apparently everyone in the bureau, including the cameras, were blind to the makeshift pound that had formed in Che’s cell.

The animals were only discovered when Dudu, having recently purchased a new set of speakers, began to practice her Suona, with every single dog and cat in the cell beginning to howl at her in unison as they sung the songs of their people to try and get her to stop playing.

Upon learning of this incident, the Chief and Nightingale went to investigate Che’s cell and, upon opening the door, were greeted by dozens of dogs and cats turning to look at them, including the sizable Saint Bernard that was laying on top of Che at the time.

The Chief was impressed, Nightingale was not.

The animals then decided they wanted to stretch their legs and promptly bolted with every Sinner and staff member that was available having to work together to hunt them down and corral them again.

In the aftermath of the incident, due to an overwhelming number of complaints regarding the animals having to be sent to a shelter, and the weaponization of puppy dog pouts from the Triple C Alliance of the Children, the Chief, and Che, Nightingale consigned to the Bureau gaining a kennel that Che surprisingly dutifully helps tend to.

18. He is…less than fond of Shalom, having made it clear to the chief that he refuses to be put on any assignment with her, especially if she is assigned to the role of the team leader, a trait shared with Bai-Yi.

Likewise, he once picked a fight with Rahu, the exact circumstances of which being unknown aside from footage showing them speaking for a few moments before Rahu attacked him as a response to some form of taunt or such that Che had said to her.

The fight ended with both of them needing treatment from Dr. Iron and Nurse Anne, as well as both having to spend time in differing isolation cells, with neither offering any form of explanation for the brawl aside from citing a ‘difference of opinions on certain matters.’

As to what opinions they differed on such that Che wound up flung into, and then through, a cell wall, with Rahu suffering a black eye as well, still remains unknown, though if the glare Che leveled at Shalom when they crossed paths afterwards is anything to go by…

19. During a test of each of the Sinners combat abilities, Che attempted to coast by with the bare minimum of effort, only for the Chief to persuade him to give the test his all by offering him several days of vacation if he reached a certain threshold in the test.

Che promptly came to rank in the top 20 of those tested, only being beaten for a position in the top 10 due to an incident involving him sparring with Zoya and his axe damaging her shirt enough for the Chief, who was acting as the examiner, to see that Zoya was wearing a dark blue bra that day.

Thankfully, Che survived and received his days of vacation once he was discharged from the ICU.

20. When someone continuously flirted with KK despite her desires for them to stop during a mission, he and Bai-Yi took it upon themselves to ensure the would be Cassanova had a night he would not forget.

From Bai-Yi pilfering their wallet before they could pay and then draining their account with it at an ATM across the street before returning it to them with her speed preventing them from noticing what had happened until it was too late.

To Che, who was pretending to be a waiter, lacing their food with laxatives that he had on him for some reason and sabotaging their car to insure that not only would it not start, but that even if it could they would need to find new tires, windshield wipers, and door handles.

And that was assuming they found a way to get the sugar and salt mixture out of their gas tank.

21. He has a map of napping spots and hiding places across the Bureau proudly displayed in his room, with his reason for not hiding it being simply that there are too many places to search to find him unless the Chief really needs him.

That he has made a habit of carrying a smaller version of said map around the Bureau and selling similar small versions to other Sinners, is something that has driven Adjutant Nightingale mad many times over, especially when she found a copy on the Chief’s desk.

22. He has a habit of training animals, and while this can be a good thing, his habit of teaching them things in the interest of helping himself out around the house has a tendency to backfire spectacularly.

For example, he once attempted to train a Chihuahua that he had named Lucifer, given the way its fur seemed to shape into horns, to steal food for him from the kitchen, only for the process to end with the Chihuahua stealing most of the meat from the kitchen and keeping it for itself in a den it had made in the ventilation system, with Corso, Wolverine, and Pippy having to be called in to assist in retrieving the meat from the ferocious beast guarding it.

In the end, there was no meat left for the cafeteria that day and Che was somehow outed as the one responsible, more than likely by a particularly vengeful Chief who now had to re-order an entire stock of meat for the kitchen, thus leading to him having to contend with several irate Sinners that had been looking forward to the meal that was on the list that day, thankfully he managed to avoid a stay in the hospital wing, albeit by virtue of bolting and hiding until the next day when Bai-Yi informed him of what was heading his way.

In a similar vein he once attempted to teach a cat called Blank, after the blank look it would give everyone around it, to retrieve money and shiny objects for him, with the process ending when he realized the cat had brought back underwear belonging to Adjutant Nightingale, Nurse Anne, Countess Chelsea, and Cabernet.

Upon leaving the ICU he decided to cease his attempts at teaching animals to help him…for now.

23. His room is rather cozy in its design, despite not being padded like he wished it to be, with plenty of plush furniture in deep colors that he put together himself filling it, several bookshelves and a small tv resting on a night stand at the foot of his bed.

The only downside to his cell turned room is that it is near to Dudu’s cell, down the hall to be exact, and as such he has many times been awoken from his naps by the sound of her Suona blaring, his own attempts at soundproofing having done little to combat her playing.

He has likewise vowed to either fully soundproof his room, or to destroy each and every Suona in Dis, come hell or high water one of those will be done…or maybe both.

24. While he does not trust, or even necessarily like Langley, he is willing to work with her if it ends up making life difficult for Parma, or if it is for the purpose of protecting the Chief and the Bureau.

They may not like one another, but they hate the Umbrella Salesman and those that go after the Chief more.

25. Once upon a time he managed to get locked in a zoo in East Side, the exact reason has been lost to time but is said to have involved himself, a locker, a blanket, a pillow, and a near 2 day long assignment that was finally done, and a moment where he could slip away from everyone and nap.

By the time it was made apparent that he was missing, Che had somehow managed to slip into multiple enclosures and somehow, by means known to no one but himself and the animals involved, he managed to seemingly tame each of the animals he encountered, leading to him being found in the center of the zoo with an assortment of animals gathered around him as he napped.

The Chief was torn between being impressed he had managed to somehow tame even the beasts dredged up from the depths of WhiteSands, such as a rather sizable giant scorpion, and exasperated as she had to argue with the zoo over if they could employ Che to work for them due to the Zoo manager being impressed with his ability to get the animals to do what he wanted.

In the end it was decided that Che would be free to offer up his services to the Zoo for a commission fee, and so long as he did not bring any of the beasts back to the Bureau, the chief would not interfere and would keep it logged as a special dispatch mission for him and whoever else felt like going with him.

26. He often call KK and Bai-Yi his sisters when doing describing them to others, though he has yet to call them such to their faces, whether or not they know of how he seems to view them is unknown, though if the way they often refer to him as their brother is anything to go by, then it is likely they are fully aware of it.

And that is all we have for the slacker of White Stone Industries, we would like to apologize for the delay with posting this, we admittedly hit several walls of Writer's Block writing this and it has left us feeling a bit unsatisfied with this, but we feel this is a good stopping place for now.

With that said, we hope you all enjoyed this chapter, we will either be updating our other PtN Fic, Our Dearest Sin, our Genshin fic, or this one, or perhaps it will be our Azur Lane fic, admittedly we are whining it with which one gets our attention at this point lol.

That said, we hope you all stay safe and take care.

Till next time.

#ptn che #ptn #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere che #path to nowhere #path to nowhere headcanons

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nomorefstogive · 3 months

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Hmmm...I don't have any pictures saved, so I am going to pick one of the pictures I have open on a site and use it if that is alright?

Let's see here...

Hmmm...

Ah! That one works.

Also slight NSFW, but this is the official art for her event.

Slight NSFW under the line.

Pope Levia of the Augustine Empire from Echocalypse: The Scarlet Covenant, and yes that is official in game art from her event.

I had to find the Art on Gelbooru, but it is a copy of the official art for her event. Admittedly I was torn between using this picture or the one I have open of Friederich der Grosse from Azur Lane or Sumire from Path to Nowhere, but I decided to go with this one on a whim.

Apologies for not being able to exactly follow the request for this reblog chain.

Let's see:

@2broschlininahotub @servalisms @sinsmockingbird @definesanity

Come and join in this madness lol.

KSKSJSLSKSKLASIIS OKAY GENOS-

I’D NEVER SAY NO TO U 🤚

Tagging: @kingkyoujurou @presidentmonica @laudthingcat @kampfkuchen85 @cherrykamado @bxbycake @happygoluckyalexis @tonaken + anyone who wants to <3

#nomorefstogive reblog #reblog game #tag game #reblog chain #echocalypse #echocalypse levia

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The freezer to the ice cream and such at the time I worked at a grocery store.

A little friend who visited me at work one day.

Fuck it I'm starting a tag thing

Put one out of context picture in your camera roll and tag at least 2 people

@prisencolinensinainciusol09 @professional-termite @jules-n-gems

#reblog chain #nomorefstogive reblog #reblog

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I had a thought what do you think would be a modern songs or musicals want get a musicart in tact opt. I thought of ones based on Mean Girls, Heathers, Cats the musical, Chicago the movie specifically the cell block tango and Six the musical.

I am not sure about the lore of musicarts and why there is no such thing as a male musicart or is there a in lore explanation that I don't know about but If we can I would love to see one based on Jason Dean from Heathers if we can't get a male musicart we could just get one based on Veronica.

Mean girls, They could have one based on Regina George or Cady Heron.

Cats could have an old cat girl named Grizabella to me I would like to see more variety as in gacha tend not to have playable elderly women that look visbily old.

Cell Block Tango and Six the musical, there are so many options on who to pick I would be fine with any of them but if I had to pick Katalin Hunyak Helinzki and Catherine of arragon would be my choices.

Admittedly I am likewise uncertain as to why there are no male Musicarts, the closest we have to a male one is Enigma and that is because no one knows what their gender is.

The pictures are courtesy of the Takt op. fandom wiki:

That said, it is interesting to consider modern, or simply non-classic era Musicarts, your ideas for potential Musicarts for the songs are nice as well, especially in regards to there being more variety by adding an older character, perhaps she could be the one who acts as a tired grandmother most of the time, but when one of her grandkids is threatened she starts making the Despair Dolls into her personal scratching posts lol.

Perhaps she could be of a thicker build, muscles gained from a lifetime of work matched with calloused hands, laugh lines and crows feet to go with her gray hair, all joined with a slightly whimsical nature to match the...unique let's say, nature of Cats, that is nonetheless underlined by a relaxed and calm personality.

I also cannot see her speaking with anything but a New York accent for some reason lol.

In that same vein, in thinking of non-classical music inspired Musicarts, an image that comes to mind is that of Frank Sinatra's "My Way", and the Musicart inspired by it being either an older man or woman, they look like someone that has walked their road and are content with the ending in sight.

Be it male or female I see them wearing a dapper suit and hat, at least partially in honor of the way Sinatra would dress when singing, with their hair having gone gray or white and their face adorned with laugh lines and wrinkles.

They would be the wise old mentor to most of the Musicarts and Conductors, the one that would have them sit down at a Tea Break and offer wisdom and advice as they smoke a cigar.

In battle though, they quickly teach everyone that the old adage is true, that "In a job where most die young, Fear the old" is especially true in regards to them.

I admit I am unfamiliar with the other songs, I will take a look at them when I get the chance.

With all of that said, I am glad to see your ideas for this fandom, and I hope that you stay safe and take care.

P.S. What do you think of a Musicart inspired by something like "Dark Was the Night, Cold Was The Ground" or "Sound of Silence" would be like?

#nomorefstogive answer #takt op. symphony oc musicart #takt op. symphony #takt op symphony #takt op.destiny

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Night On Bald Mountain (OC Musicart for Takt Op. Symphony)

Hello dear friends, new friends, and those simply browsing, we have something new for all of you today, something we have truthfully been meaning to do for a while but have simply never gotten around to doing so thanks to life and other such issues.

The new thing in question being our first attempt at posting one of the OCs we have come up with for one of the games we find to be quite interesting and are fond of.

With all of that said, this work is heavily inspired by the writing style of our friend @2broschlininahotub , especially in regards to how our OCs abilities are listed and described, so please go and take a look at their projects when you get the chance.

This work is also inspired by the ideas and exchanges we have shared with @badtaktopheadcanons , we would like to apologize to them for the delay in posting this but we have been somewhat busy recently and a little unwell, but the sickness is past and we have managed to refine this idea to a point we feel is acceptable enough to post.

All of that said, let us present to you one and all our take on what a Musicart based on Night On Bald Mountain would be like, though a brief note before we start is that she is also inspired by the darker tone of the music and the appearance of the demon Chernabog during the Disney animation of Fantasia as opposed to the witches' sabbath the music is supposed to be about.

With all of that out of the way, let us begin shall we?

Also, slight NSFW and Trigger Warning due to description of disturbing themes such as occult imagery, descriptions of bodily harm, mentions of cannibalism, experimental medical procedures, and mentions of sexual acts in tattoo form though they are not really described.

Name: Night On Bald Mountain

Alias: Chernabog

Affiliation: Melodic Union (Founder)

Place of Summoning: Eastern European Symphonica

Score: Night On Bald Mountain by Modest Mussorgsky

Role: Hybrid, Support Caster/Assault

Height: 6ft 10 inch

Weight: 230lbs

Age: Mid to late 30s.

Hair Color: Bald, formerly Black before she shaved her hair due to fire damage sustained in battle.

Skin Tone: Light to Dark Gray.

Eye Color: Yellow with orange pupils that glow like flames.

Facial Features: A broad brow with deep set eyes, sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin are coupled with slightly pointed ears and full lips to lend her a rather intimidating appearance, especially when one considers the shadows of her cloak and the baleful glow of her eyes.

Body Features: Her shoulders are broad and thick, her arms like miniature tree trunks with the gnarled roots being her surprisingly slim fingers, each tipped with nails that she allows the younger Musicarts and humans to paint for her during her free time.

There is little to no fat on her, with only powerful muscles brought about by a lifetime of grueling battle, coupled with scars and tattoos of occult iconography to adorn her body.

On the back of her left shoulder is done a tattoo of a silver full moon, and on the back of her right a blazing sun of gold and orange and crimson, with runes and glyphs in languages long dead twirl and dance around images of angels in armor with blazing weapons aloft and demons cackling in mad delight amidst fields of screaming faces.

Curiously, all of the tattoos seem to shift and stir to swirl and churn like a miasmic nebula of some unknown nether world when one gazes upon them for too long.

The screaming of the faces caresses ones ears as hands seem to emerge to pull you towards her, the clamor of battle and holy hymns as angels and saints charge forth adding to the dizzying spell that merely gazing upon her can cast upon one who is not prepared.

Upon her chest there lays the depiction of a great lock, bound in chains of silver and gold, resting amidst a cleared area of skin, the runes and glyphs, the lurid and perverse and debauched iconography and images that now intermingle with nauseating occult images seeming to part as waves of water upon a stone around the field.

Indeed, not even a singly drop of ink not a part of the lock and chains spills onto the field, be it from the succubi and incubi depicted around her breasts, reveling with humans and demons alike, but even the wafting smoke depicted to come from candles above a nauseating banquet of fetid meat, offal, corpses and worse whereupon demons and witches dine deign not to touch the field.

And below the table, coiling around her sex there are depictions of demons and humans in lurid poses and acts, debauchery that makes one's stomach churn to see as they gaze upon the images, the odors of sex and blood and howling screams and pleas assailing their ears as they see the artwork come alive.

Yet all of these runes and symbols and images pale to the greatest piece of ink that adorns her frame, for upon her back there rest a depiction of a great winged demon rising from a sable mountain amidst a roiling storm.

Its outstretched arms and wings enveloping a coven of what appear to be witches and demons in their shadow as they revel and make merry under the demons hellish gaze.

And as one gazes upon it they feel the heat of flames licking their naked flesh, the cruel wind cutting and flaying and shearing at their form as the needle like rain chills them to their very bone, the roar of thunders soon drowned out by the mad howling of the demented revelers and the mockingly perverse laughter of the devil who above this hell rains supreme.

And were one to gaze upon that stygian demon, now lit by the flames of hell itself as they sway and write up from depths unseen, then one would feel their very soul come alight with agony as eyes like embers glow with perverse malice as hands reach out to bend and tear and break and make mockery all that has been wrought by the hands nature and the divine.

Yet salvation would come, for just as those abhorrent hands come close to closing around one, just as the fetid odor of Sulphur and aged blood begin to overwhelm ones senses and their skin begins to blister and peel at the devils' caress, there comes the sound of a bell.

A melodious chime that resounds once, the noise driving the demons into the shadows and making the witches take flight from the sable mountain as both spew such curses that your ears will burn at the ever distant horizon, whereupon a glimmer of golden light is seeping forth from.

A roar of wrath and fury will slip from the devil's lips as it reaches out to seize hold of you once more, to rend and tear and defile and break in ways not even the most perverse of torturers could dream of, yet again it flinches back at the second chime, warm light caressing your skin and healing the wounds wrought by the presence of such evil.

And with the third chime there comes the rays of light being cast upon the demon, its skin burning to bone and organs as it howl in agony before it drapes its wing upon itself once more, hiding upon the mountain as it rages impotently at the end of its hour, all while yet slavering at the maw for the hedonisms to come when it is once more its time.

As the light caresses you, a silent embrace will pull you into the light and pull you from this world, but as it does so an image may flicker before your eyes, a great lock, broad and tall as a mountain with chains of equal grandeur, and before it stands a cloaked figure who turns to look at you with glowing eyes and a simple nod before the image passes.

Whether or not these hypnotic effects and tattoos were upon her when she was called forth by that dying conductor none can truly say, only that they serve to make this towering being all the more intimidating.

Weapon: Sabbath, a Bass-Mace styled to resemble a fallen angel above a mass of souls that are grasping at it, with batlike wings resting above where she grips the weapon with three blades emerging from the sides and back of it. The bow also doubles as a sword in battle.

Passive Skills (First Form):

In Darkness Gather: Starts with 5 stacks of Light and 0 Stacks of Darkness, each ability increases Darkness and reduces Light, with each reduction in light increasing the Speed of Night On Bald Mountain along with her attack power at the price of the Crit Rate and Speed of her fellows and her own defense. When Light reaches 0, Night On Bald Mountain’s Peak Performance becomes available and she enters into her second form.

For Our Future (Shared Between Forms): Night On Bald Mountain is the founder and acting leader of the Melodic Union, her mere presence is enough to inspire her allies to fight with greater tenacity with each member receiving a marked buff to Speed and Attack as well as sharing in her buffs and debuffs gained through her first passive ability.

A Necessary Price: Whenever an ally falls in battle, Night On Bald Mountain will move forward one place and gain a 5%/10%/15% increase in attack and speed for the duration of the battle.

Active Skills (First Form):

Gather My Witches: Buffs her allies by extending the duration of their overtime effects such as poison and overtime healing abilities, she likewise gains a shield proportional to 5% of her health. The ability also makes the enemies more vulnerable to damage over time abilities.

The light is starting to dim. 1 Stack of Darkness is gained.

Ritual’s Beginning: Night On Bald Mountain slams her bass into the ground and plays a brief tune, the power instills her allies with manic fervor, boosting their attack speed and damage as the enemies suffer a defense reduction with Night On Bald Mountain gaining a bonus to her Defense and Resistance as well.

It is getting Darker. 1 Stack of Darkness is gained.

Shield Of The Coven: Chernabog strums her bass and generates a barrier around her allies proportional to her remaining health, she then gains 2 stacks of Guard for the ally with the lowest health as she gains a buff to her own defense and resistance proportional to a percentage of the ally she is defendhing’s missing health.

The time is nigh. Gain 1 stack of Darkness.

Peak Performance: Night On Bald Mountain, The Sabbath Begins: The darkness has drowned out the light and thus she surges forth, her cloak dissolving into darkness as she lifts her bass in one hand and bow in the other as she deals massive damage to all enemies as she reaves through their ranks.

She likewise subtracts 15% health from her allies to further boost her attack and defense for 3 turns. All allies gain bonuses to Speed and Attack Damage, but suffer lower Defense as they gain the Dark Revelry Bonus. Night On Bald Mountain switches to Second Form, Chernabog.

Passive Skills (Second Form):

Profane Revelry: Chernabog commands her fellows to fight beyond their limits, upon entering her second state she grants them a protective barrier equivalent to a proportion of their missing health and a sizable bonus to Speed and Attack at the price of Defense being reduced for 3 rounds.

Witchcraft: Chernabog calls forth an unnatural power upon her arrival, the Darkness no longer reducing the Speed and Crit Rate of her allies at the price of their Defense being Reduced. Similarly, the healing effects of her fellow Musicarts is increased in proportion to the buffs they possess that increase Attack and Speed. Now is not the time for defense, make use of the Darkness and break their ranks.

The Dark One: Chernabog grows in power in the Darkness, starting with 5 stacks of Darkness, yet as her power grows so to does her arrogance, for each stack of Darkness Chernabog has her defense is reduced by 3%/9%/15% with her gaining a speed and attack bonus of equal proportion.

However, the dawn is coming and with it her power wanes, each Stack of Light she gains reduces her Speed and Attack bonuses until she is forced back into the shelter of her cloak at the toll of the bell.

Dawn to Dusk, Dusk to Dawn: Upon reaching 5 stacks of Light, Chernabog will automatically utilize her Peak Performance, Sabbath’s End and revert back to her first form, Night On Bald Mountain, while suffering a one round stun.

Active Skills (Second Form):

Might Of The Sabbath: Chernabog lunges forward and slams into the enemy in the first position with her bass, dealing heavy physical damage, shuffling them backwards and then slashing at the enemy that takes their place with her bow, which will deal magic damage.

If no enemy swaps positions with them, or she deals a death blow with the attack, she will gain a retaliation buff, the next attack on her will prompt her to retaliate with an attack that is 50%Physical and 50% Magical in damage.

The light is approaching. 1 Stack of Light is gained.

Unhallowed Gathering: Chernabog calls forth the unhallowed spirits of fallen foes and friends to aid her in battle, inflicting heavy magical damage to the first two enemies with the last two suffering moderate magical damage as well, all of her enemies suffer a reduction in their speed.

This ability can increase in power proportional to the amount of fallen allies, with each fallen Musicart on the field granting a 5%/10%/15% bonus to her attack with the wraiths summoned gaining the appearance of her fallen fellows.

The light is starting to loom. 1 stack of Light is gained.

Vengeance Of The Coven: Chernabog raises her Bass and begins to play a profaned melody, sending out a shockwave that does heavy Magical damage to all enemies and stuns the first enemy as she takes a small portion of health from each of her allies to buff her own attack and defense.

This ability has a cooldown of 1 turn.

The light is almost gone, it is nearly time. Gain 1 stack of Darkness.

Peak Performance, Sabbath’s End: Sensing the coming of Dawn and the end of her hour, Chernabog launches one last offensive as she raises her bass and bow in hand and channels forth a haunting dirge as she summons forth the spirits of her fallen comrades to take their curtain bow.

The vengeful spirits assail the enemy team inflicting magical damage to all they strike as Chernabog continues her ballad, ending but when the rays of light begin to sear her skin as she lets out one last defiant roar before she unleashes a final shockwave of magical and physical damage to her enemies before her cloak reforms around her as she returns to her first form.

The light will fade eventually, and then it will be her time once more.

Bio: Night On Bald Mountain, or Chernabog as she has come to be known, is one of the longest serving Musicarts within the European theater, if not then on the planet as a whole, a veteran of countless battles that have left scars in the Earth itself she is regarded by those that know of her as a force of nature more than a living being.

Yet despite all of her victories and the gains she has brought forth to humanity and the Musicarts, the respect and reverence she is held in is matched in equal parts by contempt and fear as a result of her ideology, the power she commands, and the deeds she has committed to gain humanity and the Musicarts the many victories she has.

Her story starts with a dying Conductor, desperate to save as many people as he could to such an extent that even as his blood pooled around him he managed to summon forth the strength to play a score found amidst debris in a desperate hope that the one who would answer the call would save the people of his besieged home.

With the Despair Dolls slaughtering their way through the halls and towards him, many of the life support pods having already been destroyed and thus the symphonica’s primary purpose having already been compromised, and the Musicarts reduced to but a handful that held fast barred doors to defend the terrified people, he called forth his last bit of strength and commanded those that could to play the piece.

At first, it seemed that it had not been a savior that had heeded their summons but a fiend of hell, for there before them stood a towering figure clad in stygian robes adorned with occult runes and sigils, the gem encrusted bones of beast and man alike seeming to act as armor for her menacing form.

Further still to unnerve them was the sight of a great double bass styled like a fallen angel, its lips parted in a salacious grin as it becking the unclean and lost soul towards it, and a bow made to resemble a combination of a wand of cold stone and a blade of black metal, that had accompanied the towering forms arrival.

From the hood that obscured their face there came forth a waterfall of onyx hair that brushed over their shoulders and nearly touched the ground, yet more unnerving was the deepset pair of blazing orbs of yellow and orange that stared out at them with such naked might that all were frozen where upon they stood.

Yet their fear proved to be for naught, as soon did the menacing form move to aid the dying Conductor, laying them down upon the ground and trying to soothe their pain to the best of their ability, only for her efforts to be in vain.

His time nearly at an end, the cold steel of the scythe upon his throat, the Conductor begged her to protect the civilians and to save their broken lands, his final comfort being a voice, one that was paradoxically both thunderous as an avalanche and gentle as a spring shower as cold lips rested against his brow as he was finally let to rest.

Upon laying the Conductor down and allowing herself a moment of silence, the towering Musicart rose to her full height and strode forth, bass in one hand and bow in the other as she surged towards the aperture from which the Despair Dolls began to pour as her fellows were at last forced to withdraw.

Yet the victory of the beasts was short lived, for with but a single strumming of her bass there came forth a mighty wave of energy and force that flung her foes upon their backs, leaving them open for the harrowing that was to follow as she met their charge as an avalanche, crushing and hewing and grinding all that dared to approach her as she alone held fast the opening till her fellows had recovered enough to sally forth and aid her in battle.

Days of non-stop battle would pass as the towering Musicart took command of not only her fellow Musicarts, but also of the civilians and remaining staff of the symphonica, quickly putting all to work in as best a manner as she could.

From having those who could not fight act as medics and engineers to repair the damaged halls and prepare defenses in case they needed to fall back, to commissioning others to act as scouts and lay down traps for the Despair Dolls as her and her fellow Musicarts marshaled forward and began a brutal counter offensive.

Over the course of nearly 7 months the Musicarts of the Eastern European Symphonica fought tooth and nail to reclaim their home, not just the Symphonica, but the lands around it as well, a horrific loop forming whereupon some would fall and the remaining Musicarts or conductors would use their scores to resurrect them to continue the battle for their home.

Eventually, after many sacrifices and much strife, the Symphonica and the lands around it were reclaimed and the Dissonant Meteorite Shards that had summoned forth the invading Despair dolls in the city were undone, thus affording the battered warriors a much needed respite.

It was during this respite that the Musicarts and civilians of the Eastern Symphonica would gather to discuss the path forward, as with no ability to communicate with the outside world and no sign of support, it was obvious that they were in for a long campaign.

During this time, many issues were brought forth, such as the housing of the civilians, along with what to do with the remaining preservation pods that had endured the assault, with Night On Bald Mountain and several others claiming that the pods and those they contained contributed nothing to their struggle and were thus useless, while others, primarily members of the staff and a handful of Musicarts, argued for their preservation as was one of the main goals of the Symphonicas.

It was during one such debate that Night On Bald Mountain took to the stand and spoke aloud-

“Brothers and sisters, fellow survivors one and all I ask you to lend me your ears.

Let us stand here today unfettered by the shackles of our pasts, for whoever we were before, whatever our place of origin and our caste within society, no longer do these things matter to us.

For of what value can they be when beasts hold us fast to the shadows and alcoves of our own home?

Of what value does it matter the ideals and dreams we once held fast, of what our purposes were before claw and fang and blade and spell hew and tore us from our homes and brought us down into these depths?

My friends, our Sabbath stands alone, beset on all sides by beasts driven but to seek our ruin and naught else, indeed you must harken well to this truth that we are indeed alone, for no messengers have come and no horns have resounded to herald aid.

We are alone.

My friends, we must set in stone here and now the first flagstone on the path to our salvation, and I believe to all of you it is obvious what must be done.

Take not joy in this.

Take not pleasure in this.

Find not merriness in what we must do this day.

For know that the path to our salvation is held fast with the mortar and cement of sacrifice, and on this day we must make a grievous one.

The space held by those pods can be used to house not only the survivors of our home, but any others that come to us, and that is to say nothing of the amount of power they consume, need I remind you all that our own generators can barely supply us enough to keep the lights on as it is due to the damage they sustained?

In that same vein, those within those pods contribute nothing to our struggles as they slumber, nor do we possess the means to awaken them and put them to work in aiding us, and while many here may have sentimental bonds to them…I feel that even they can foresee the writing on the wall…

My friends…I know what I am asking of you…

My sisters…I know how much this tears at your hearts…

But the road forward must be trodden…no matter how horrific it may be.

…Let us stand my comrades and march into the future free of the fetters of our past…no matter ow much it is that we long for their restricting embrace.”

This would not be the first time that Night On Bald Mountain and her fellows sacrificed the slumbering elite of the old world for the sake of the civilians of the new, yet it would perhaps be the only time that Night On Bald Mountain would weep for them.

As with each Symphonica she and her forces discovered, and with every piece of information she learned regarding the purpose of the Symphonicas and their treatment of those beyond their walls, how the civilians were left to fend for themselves and oft used as meat shields and disposable pawns by an uncaring A.I. and its equally calloused human allies, her heart hardened and her ideals were further cemented.

“To save our Future, we must first ensure the survival of the Present, and the only way to do that, is to break each and every fetter that binds us to the Past…no matter how much it hurts to do so.”

It would be shortly after she had the pods of her own Symphonica deactivated and space made the people that she was approached by a combination of civilian and Musicart that told her of their desire to elect her their leader, a role that Night On Bald Mountain solemnly accepted.

Not long thereafter the group coined the name it has born to this day; “The Melodic Union”, a force of Musicarts and humans rallied together to save their lands and people, no matter the price they must pay to do so.

Overtime the group would grow, from one Symphonica to 2, from 2 to 4 and so on, with each hard fought and hard won victory bringing more into the fold of this fledgling union, its numbers soon swelling as many that had lost their home or purpose found a new one within the arms of the force that stood poised to reclaim their lands and those beyond.

From civilians who had lost their homes and been forced to hide in the rubble and defiled halls of the battered Symphonica;s, to Musicarts and Conductors that had thought themselves forsaken and abandoned when communication was lost with their fellows and none came to aid them, all would be offered a chance to strike back, and most would readily take it…even if the price was a part of their sacred duty being cast off.

It was during their expansion and reclamation efforts, stonewall defense having yielded to merciless blitzkrieg and unwavering assaults, that a discovery was made that would change the Union and the balance of power forever, a means of granting the purposeless and vengeful a chance to be of value to the Union in ways other than as farmers and engineers and craftsman.

For upon a field grim and sepulchral, there was uncovered a means of imbuing humans with the power of Musicarts, though it came at great risk.

Indeed, this process, discovered during a particularly bloody battle where a Musicart, desperate to save the life of the one she loved, tore a piece of her own Score off and implanted it in the human, the result being a form of Proto-Musicart, an entity of above human power, yet still below true Musicarts in strength.

And it was not only females that could be bestowed such power, for while it would alter the flesh and mentality of them, it could likewise be used on males as well, further allowing for the ranks to be swelled and for a fresh wave of recruits to join forth in battle.

Though the risks were high, for these people risked the loss of their memories and identities, their bodies morphing and changing and bringing with them dysphoria and unease as they became entities similar to the Musicarts in appearance, though some came to find themselves possessing traits of both male and female in the process.

Yet another detriment there was in the form of the toll taken upon the Musicart who bestowed her power unto them, for each whom was granted a sliver of their score became as an extension of themselves, the lines between them blurring as memories warped and identities were pulled taught should one lack will and mental fortitude.

And still more issues came forth in the weakness and fragility that would plague the gifter until such a time as their score was mended, be it through regeneration by immersing themselves in meditation, prayer, or through the melody of the Score itself.

Yet these determinants were but naught before the chance this revelation offered, for those who had lost all now held fast a chance to claim due vengeance and to stand with their protectors and to shield their own kin as well, the price be damned.

It is a shame that the price they paid, all of their pain and suffering, was all built upon lies.

For indeed the process had been created to give hope to these hopeless and downtrodden, to target those with naught but vengeance to use to keep the frigid husk that they had become warm, with but the flickering shadow cast by the malefic flame of wrath to guide them through the darkness of their daily lives.

While indeed the process did work, it was born not out of a beautiful and desperate love, but in the cold depths of laboratory carved out amidst the ruins of the Union’s main Symphonica, a result of desperate experiments and of equally as desperate dreams and hopes for a means of granting all those trapped in these dying lands a chance at revenge.

Was it wrong to lie to them?

To take those who had nothing and no one, who were but broken pieces of scrap metal, and to melt them down in a crucible of agony and science and magic such that their vaunted humanity was nigh stripped from them?

Perhaps, though Night On Bald Mountain doubted that any of her comrades truly believed the tale that had been told as a means of covering up the broken bodies and agonized screams of the failed results of the experiments that had preceded the success that allowed for all to stand as one against their foes.

But morals were of no concern to her, no, all that mattered was that her people now had a chance to fight back, and fight back they would.

Soon it was that the Melodic Union would surge forth in full, tearing a swath of destruction and wrath through the lands as they drove their hated foes before them and then crushed them under their boots as they reclaimed acre after acre of lost land, their banners and calls gathering others to them in droves as their march continued.

It would be after the Union’s forces had come to the rescue of a Symphonica that had managed to hold fast with the sacrifices of many brave Musicarts, and the destruction of a towering Shard of the Dissonant Meteorite, that at last communication between the Union and the Symphonica’s Leadership was re-established.

At first there was shock that any yet lived in what was thought a no-man’s land, and then there came joy as kin found one another again and news of triumphs and victories hard fought and harder won were spread as the kindling of a bonfire of hope.

Yet it was not all cheer, for upon learning of Night On Bald Mountain and her followers deactivating and removing the pods from each Symphonica, there came many in the leadership of the Symphonica’s, fellow Musicarts, and governments who disavowed her and her fellows as radicals and demanded the fledgling union turn over its masters to face judgment for violating their mission.

The answer was a resounding no from the masses, as both Musicart and Human chose to stand with Night On Bald Mountain and her fellowship in support of their decisions, with the Symphonica’s leadership facing the very real threat of a war with this fledgling Union should the matter continue to be pressed they chose to drop the charges until after the war with the Despair Dolls was concluded, something the Union knows all too well.

So it is that even amidst the thunderous maelstrom of war, another tempest yet brews, hidden behind the darkened skies and whips of lightning as, with nebulous tendrils, it shifts the pieces on the board in preparation for a coming calamity.

For the Union has chosen the one it shall follow, the one they trust to lead them forth into a new age, and if the symphony they seek to usher in must be penned in the blood of those once dearest kin and colleagues…then so be it.

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