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  1. ”Tell me something I don’t know...” Her anger slowly made way for frustration, exhaustion really, prompted by realization. This dragon was likely amusing itself by toying with them. Knowing he possessed more than enough power to squish the two like bugs, he had not a shred of doubt that he could treat them like playthings. Unless he started making sense, she had no purpose left here anymore. Oh, apparently he did, as if on cue. ”Arkanalandis’ your son...” Oh wait, so he indeed wasn’t the dragon mentioned by the fire elemental - where was the thing now anyway? - but he’s his father. Also, apparently, this old dragon’s son was her father?! Oh wow wow wow, hold on there for a second, so much information at once. ”A... ah I see, so you’re my... grandpa? Huh...” The half-dragon redhead blinked in shock. Wait, this just made what he did even worse! “You tried to ear your own granddaughter’s mate and even bit her tail.”** She snarked, not at all amused. What followed was no less than a show of power, except in reverse. From dragon to half-dragon, the towering figure before them made the family resemblance quite obvious. “So you weren’t lying after all...” Hey, that’s nice and all, but he really should have asked first before trying to eat Landon. “Eeeh... tell me about it.” She rolled her eyes, who was the one joking around again?! Hah, whatever. “I’m here to find out about my ancestor. Well, that question’s answered. Nice to meet you, grandpa. Though, I have more that propped up along the way. First, where’s my dad then? That fire elemental kept talking about ‘Master Arkanalandis’. And second, I saw a vision of a dragon destroying the desert city above, who was it? Dad, you, or someone else?” There, damn it, this could’ve been so simple.
  2. The purple-haired psychic felt a prickle at the back of her mind, a kind of ominous premonition that’d soon proved to realize itself. Somehow, her cybernetic HUD became riddled with static, the programs crashing out completely. To make matters even worse, her deactivated collar hummed itself on. In a matter of a few seconds, the young girl felt her powers being sealed away. Now without the means to access her implant, the myriads of weapons stored in her cyborg limbs were barred from her. Disarmed, powerless, and stripped nude, the realization of her dire situation hit the girl hard. She blinked in disbelief, staring absent-mindedly at the children of varying ages and genders imprisoned inside the cages lining up the wide room. She knew that she was no different than them now. Suddenly, the air felt really, really, cold. Her petite body shivered, both from temperature and creeping anxiety. The revelation on why this came to be didn’t help at all. In fact, she’d prefer if these scum just kept quiet about it, leave her wondering. That damned Longrivers, she’d kill Gradius *and* him, her orders be damned. ”Hnn... hah...!” Iris gasped in pain and disgust as their hands forcefully touched her privates. Through her wincing eyes, she saw the cage that was to be her prison. The locks released, the door opened, then she was quite literally thrown inside. “Nngh...!” She crash-landed with a pained grunt. This time, she wasn’t so quick to get up. Oh, shut the fuck up. Food was the literally the last of her worries right now. The long-haired girl got up on her butt, scowling just as the men shut the cage back. Her hateful stare never left them even as they worked on reapplying the locks and chains. “Haaa...” She finally sighed when they were out of earshot, hugging her knees to her bare chest, shivering. She huddled her back against one side of the bars, turning at the pair of brunette twins. They appeared to be older than her. A couple years it seemed. Didn’t matter really, they were just another pair of slaves for sale. Deciding that there was nothing else to do, she regarded them. ”What is this place?” She asked, not hiding her frustrated snarl, ”Who are Gradius Entreve, Tyferi Longrivers, and the rest of them?” She hissed, then roared, ”Answer me!”
  3. Great, the dragon decided to move it giant ass just as they were about leaving. What the blazes did it actually want?! Akni was equally annoyed and agonized as the dragon bit her tail, then pulled her back down. Oh bother, that’s going to leave a mark. “Nghaaa...” She groaned in pain, writhing on the ground. Fortunately, they didn’t get squished under the dragon’s claw. The redhead’s slitted eyes turned up at the gigantic beast’s snout. This bastard really couldn’t make up his mind, could he? A second ago, he was wholly uninterested in them. Now, it was the opposite. “Body much like his...? Who’s ‘he’?” It couldn’t be Landon, right? Her jaw dropped, blinking in utter disbelief at the dragon. This was just... utterly unbelievable! “No! You big dumb lizard!” The draconic girl snarled with a fury matching her hair, “I’m just here to ask a simple question! And you go ahead and assume I’m bringing food to you. No, this is my soulmate, not a servant and certainly not food! You’d surely understand why I lost interest in you the moment you went on a tangent without even listening to me. Goddamn it! God-fucking-damn it! ...at this point, I doubt I’m even related to you. You’re just some big-ass dragon that has nothing to do with my blood. Except the one you just licked.”
  4. ”Mmmmkh-...?!” When the wiry man suddenly grabbed her throat, choking her, Iris winced deeply with one eye closed. She’d have squirmed in panic... if not for the hell she went through when being experimented on. This little choke was nothing compared to being literally cut open, mutilated, and modified like a machine. Not to mention being violated against her will. Although, judging from what Tyferi was saying, that might happen sooner than later. The man’s statements about Gradius actually saved his life... and everyone else in the room. The purple-haired girl was already debating to just slaughter everyone here. She was this close. The threat of punishment kept her long enough to give Longrivers a chance to finish his words. Which unwittingly spared him. So, Gradius was here? Excellent. She sure hoped he’d choose her to fuck, as Longrivers said, that would give her a prime moment to dispatch him silently. No one would be the wiser. He preferred boys, did he? That’s a bummer. She couldn’t do anything about that. Her powers and cyberware had nothing to change her physical sex. She’d have to find some other methods if she wasn’t chosen. For now... she was morbidly curious to let things play out. From all these dubiously ‘innocent’ scum, one of them must be Gradius... The purple-haired girl didn’t budge much even as the perverse man stripped her nude. Like she hadn’t experienced an extended amount of time without a single clothes on her in that lab. However, the instinctive embarassment from being the center of attention while naked still got to her, causing her pale cheeks to flush slightly. Still, she said nothing, only a grunt as she was thrown into a pair of men. They held her by her thin arms as she glared at the snake. He certainly looked like one, with his wiry frames and suit, also the fake smiles. Iris sighed, letting herself be dragged through the crowd of wolves in sheep clothing. When they opened the door into the other room. Iris found herself... unsurprised, honestly. What did she expect? The presence of those children up above made sense now. The way Tyferi treated her like a pampered daugher only to turn completely around at a moment’s notice, the clappings and cheers of the crowd just now. In fact, it’s quite surprising that these children were in cages, alive, and not hanging by meathooks, disemboweled. She wouldn’t put it past them if such a cannibalistic butchery actually existed too somewhere. It looked like she’s about to join them, as one of their commodity for sale. No matter, if this would get her to Gradius in the end, she’d go through with it.
  5. Everything about the dragon brought about painful memories to the redhead, those of her Arkanist persona. His amber glowing eyes, his massive fangs, his gigantic scales. He was all but the dragon except male and slightly bigger. Still, if there was a merit to it, this made her used to dealing with one. However, his personality seemed to differ. This legendary creature was referring to the tiny fire elemental by a painfully ironic moniker, especially coming from someone like himself. Unless, he did use it ironically. She kept eye contact up until his tongue went over to lick Landon. The redhead whipped her head to check if he’s okay. Oh, he’d be alright... but pissed? Most likely. Next, it was her turn to be literally tasted. ”Hey...! Gah...!” Damn it, how was she going to wash all these?! Her fashion concern was immediately snuffed out when the dragon’s words started to be genuinely threatening. Akni simply stared, deadpan, then sighed. First, he wasn’t Arkanalandis. Second, he didn’t even so much entertain the thought about ancestorship. Third, he was only thinking about food. How stereotypically accurate. Oh well, she didn’t want to be related to him if her ancestor was basically just a freeloader bum of a giant lizard. She wasn’t angry, she was just... disappointed. “No thanks.” Akni shrugged as she leapt to Landon, transforming into her half-dragon self in mid-air. She landed near him, grabbed him, then swiftly flew up back toward where they came from. They were done here.
  6. Finally, the suited man stopped rambling and started to speak the words she wanted to hear. To be perfectly honest, Iris couldn’t care less about who he was. Either he helped her find this Gradius or just stay out of her way. The lavender-haired girl was becoming quite impatient as it was, she had this urge to just blast the whole club with her mind and pop everyone’s head off. Surely one of them would be Gradius. However, orders were orders and the thought of being punished was enough to keep the traumatized psychic in line. “Then, take me to him.” She stood up, not that subtly hiding her agitation. She didn’t want to stay here longer than she had to. The singer was beautiful but the throbbing lights and idle chatters were starting to annoy her. She droned out her surroundings, wholly focused to keep track of Tyferi as he led her into the back. She was already thinking on the best way to dispatch Gradius, going over the list of weapons installed in her body along with creative applications of her inherent telekinetic abilities. Upon arriving at the so-called “Private Lounge R”, Iris let Tyferi handle the guard. Better him than what she had in mind. Entering the door, she eyed the wine-loving man, quirking an eyebrow. So, he was after him too? Good. This meant he was a hero in preserving Antigone’s peace, like herself. She descended the stairs, following the increasingly-louder cacophony of voices from below. Almost there now... ”Hnngh...?!” The little girl yelped with widened eyes of shock when she was suddenly pushed forward. The sheer surprise caught her completely off-guard. Iris tumbled down onto the basement floor. Her cybernetic limbs were quick to adjust as she propped herself back up swiftly, finding herself surrounded by people. Her flight or fight response was triggered right then and there as she hunched herself a bit, a dangerous glint on her violet eyes. The air around her grew heavier, choking, as she scanned their faces. “Where is he?” She hissed, “Where is Gradius Entreve?!” She had about enough of this charade.
  7. Well, would you look at that? It seemed she had struck a nerve. Considering the circumstances, anyone in their right mind would see that Akni was the much better choice to lead. The fact that Landon insisted on being at the front gave the impression of a man whose pride was on the line. Maybe that was precisely the reason, he didn’t want to appear weak. Between a dragonkin and a fire elemental, he was the least qualified person here but he was determined to not let that get the best of him. ”Commendable~” Akni mentally mused. Still, if things got too dangerous, she wouldn’t hesitate to call him out on it. Deeper and deeper they went, with each milestone marked by the increasingly louder rumblings. She was positive at this point that a dragon’s nest was at the end of the tunnel. Her draconic eyes adjusted to the low light, focusing on the jagged ‘hill’ before them. This wasn’t a hill. Hills don’t breathe. Finally, Aslashar’s Master revealed himself. Uncurling into the adult male dragon, apparently larger than even Arkanist. Having experienced the shoes of being a literal dragon, Akni wasn’t intimidated, though she recognized the being’s massive power. The redheaded girl took the initiative as she stepped in front of Landon. ”Greetings, Mighty Arkanalandis.” She bowed a bit, then... “Are you my ancestor?” went straight to the point. Well, she wanted to ask about the vision of him destroying this desert city too, but... that was second on her list.
  8. Tifery Longrivers. The particular name stood out among the flood of information being fed into her brain. The accompanying portrait confirmed the man sitting across from her was indeed him. Now knowing who he was, Iris’ curiosity visibly receded. She didn’t care about him, his family, company, or altruistic records. All because his name wasn’t ‘Gradius Entreve’. As he droned on and on about Kassa the Singer, Iris’ interest kept dwindling. She started to mentally debate whether she should stay or move on. She didn’t really see what she could achieve here. Just as she was about to lift her butt from the seat, the waitress returned to serve their drinks. Well, she could have a bit of lemonade. The lavender-haired girl sipped her drink quietly, enjoying the sweet taste while wondering why she should care about the details of his wine. Even her interface chimed in with its own information about it too. She couldn’t help but sigh. Was it just her or was the information completely pointless to her mission? ”I’m Iris, Mister Longrivers...” She replied, with a rather apathetic tone, ”I’m from...” She thought for a moment, she didn’t belong to that orphanage anymore, did she? ”My house...?” She shrugged, not interested in that particular question anymore. ”I’m looking for someone.” Finally, something relatable to her mission, maybe this Longrivers knew something about her target. ”Where is Gradius Entreve?” She went straight to the point.
  9. Landon’s worries weren’t surprising but nevertheless welcomed, prompting a confident smile from Akni, albeit a small one. ”Maybe, but I could literally turn into one, so... it’ll be just like encountering a kin if you think about it.” She had dragon blood in her veins, that fact alone should make her endeavor less ‘crazy’. ”I’d never find answers without taking risks.” She added. The redhead chuckled at the excited bobbings of Aslashar and hushed whispers of the other elementals. ”Let’s find out about that, shall we?” She gestured for the living flame to lead the way before closely following behind it. When the trio emerged from the ancient temple, Akni’s amber eyes reflected the dusk sky. The orange tint combined beautifully with Velhatien’s golden sands. Like many other deserts, the gap in temperature was quite wide between day and night. Even now, Akni could feel the heat steadily dipping. However, stargazing would have to come later, they had more pressing matters. The dragon girl kept a watchful eye of their surroundings as the party ventured even deeper. Unlike the temple, most of the other buildings were damaged beyond repair. Collapsed doorways, pillars, and even floors made them positively uninhabitable. At last, they arrived at the edge of a gaping hole. It was extremely wide... wide enough to fit an adult dragon. Her instincts told her that they were getting close. When the fiery guide literally lit up said hole, it was revealed that the thing could be man-made, judging by the carved steps lining its walls. Akni was about to take the first step - Aslashar was floating so it didn’t count - but stopped when Landon suddenly took the initiative. How odd, she thought he’d not even eager to enter, let alone leading the way. Still, the petite girl shrugged in slight amusement and let him do as he willed. Deeper and deeper, the spelunkers made the shift from desert to subterranean tunnels. Then, a low rumble vibrated along the walls. “Yeah, it almost sounds like...” Akni pondered, remembering she had heard such sounds before. Sounds she made as Arkanist. “A dragon’s breaths...” That was all it took for Akni to grin wide. “Still want to lead or shall I?” Depending on her lover’s answer, she’d either continue what she’s doing or take the frontmost position.
  10. As a young orphan, it was quite understandable that she never once set foot in a nightclub. At least up until this very moment. Everything was new to her, the flashing lights, glittering glasses, and idle chatter amongst the serene atmospheric music. If it wasn’t her brain implant constantly feeding information into her mind, the violet-haired girl would already be lost in this strange colorful realm. Her eyes examined all the patrons around her, noticing that girls and boys around her age, give or take a few years, mingled among them. Was this normal? They didn’t look like they were enjoying the bar. If so, why were they here? Perhaps, they were like her, agents sent by the good doctors to do good. Iris paused for a moment, mulling over her thoughts. Finally, she shrugged, putting the matter at the back of her mind. She had to focus on her target. Gradius Entreve should be around her somewhere... She caught a glimpse of the collar wrapped around the swaying songstress’ neck just before a suave voice called out to... her? Yes, said voice was indeed directed at her. She made eye contact with the dark-haired man in a suit, blinking a few times. Even as she closed the distance between the man and herself, her enhanced vision already formed a rectangular border around the man’s face. At one corner, her implant analyzed his facial features from all possible angles, then tried to match the result with Antigone’s database of citizen IDs. Whoever may or may not come up in the results, the young girl would still sit across from him, putting her pale hands on her lap. She looked up at the man as he prattled on, wondering if he wanted anything from her. It took her a couple seconds to realize he was asking for her opinion. How odd... Iris looked down to the side for a moment, then back at him. Her small lips opened for the first time in the club, ”I think she is very pretty. Her voice is nice.” The little girl answered frankly, conveying the genuine innocence of a child. No judgements, no thin-veiled sarcasms. ”What do you want from me, Sir?” She continued with her own question.
  11. The wind against her face, the aerial view of Antigone under the night sky, and the simple fact she could move freely. Iris was thoroughly enjoying her time, quite so knowing this would only last for so long. If she dallied in her duties, they would punish her and all the joy in the world was nothing compared to the agony from that lever device. Closer and closer she approached her destination, guided by the digital map provided by her brain implant. Until at last, she could see the a particular building below, bearing the neon-lit sign of ‘The Timed Clock’. She had arrived. The lavender-haired young girl positioned herself above the backalley behind the tavern, then she slowly floated downwards, holding her dress to prevent the garment from waving up due to the nature of her direction. A moment later, her dainty white sandals made contact with the ground. She huffed in relief. That went rather well, but... even she knew it was the easiest part of her mission. ”Do not use any magical powers or abilities while in contact with the public. Your collar is deactivated but is assumed to restrict your abilities. This illusion is to remain in place at all times.” The synthetic voice made her orders clear. As much as she disliked having machine voices in her head telling her what to do, she’d have to agree for this particular case. She didn’t want to hurt anyone other than bad people, the people she had been sent to eliminate. If she hurt innocents, she’d be no different than her fellow mutants. Taking a deep breath, she took the first step towards the establishment’s front door. She had to admit, the singing voice was beautiful, a part of her wanted to know how the singer looked like. However, she’d have to be patient as a large man, easily towering over the young psychic at almost twice her whole height, stood between her and the entrance proper. Fortunately, the quiet little girl didn’t have to break her streak of silence. The bouncer somehow let her in, no questions asked. Iris wasn’t about to question him and possibly ruin the chance, she took it by the neck instead. Stepping into The Timed Clock, her violet eyes were immediately drawn to the aforementioned songstress. She looked as beautiful as her voice... It was her presence that made Iris noticed the foreboding feeling in the building’s atmosphere. It was as if the singer was like a sheep among flocks of laughing, growling, and drunken wolves. Blinking a few times, the white-clad girl narrowed her eyes as she ventured deeper...
  12. The fiery redhead raised an eyebrow to their literally fiery guide. Touch it? What would she achieve by touching the mural? Why couldn’t the elemental just tell her verbally? Aslashar clearly could speak, despite the broken grammar and whatnot. However, Akni would be lying if she wasn’t the least bit curious. Her adventurous nature provided the final push for her to step in and place a palm against the image. “...?!” Her amber eyes widened as her vision was immediately filled with crimson. The petite girl could see nothing, everything was filled in the reddish light. She gritted her teeth, trying really hard to push down the thought that she was duped by Aslashar. If it was indeed the case, that little talking torch would pay dearly. Fortunately, the light soon dissipated. However, relief quickly turned to bewilderment as she found herself situated high above a desert settlement. Not a small tribal camp like Zelaros’ tribe, this one was a sprawling metropolis with huge bazaars filled with busy citizens. Akni was so taken aback by the sudden change in scenery, she forgot that she was flying in her wingless human form. A fact she certainly wouldn’t realize anytime soon as a massive adult red dragon descended upon the city, landing without regard to anything below. Those unlucky enough to be directly under its gigantic feet were instantly squashed. If that wasn’t enough, the dragon’s hostile intent was made painfully obvious the moment it launched a huge cone of inferno, torching buildings and humans alike. Akni blinked, part amazed, part horrified, and lastly, part shell-shocked as the traumatic memories of Arkanist returned. It was a different time and place, but she had done something like this, slaughtering whole villages in bouts of rage. She would have called this dragon a monster, but she couldn’t... for she was no better... ”What happened? You... you... turned all red!” “Nghaaa-...?!” Landon’s frantic voice brought her back to reality. So, it was a vision. Judging by the scenery they saw, it was most likely a vision of the past. How long ago? She couldn’t tell. This distraught her, she had thought the city was destroyed by the Heatwave catastrophe, not by a red dragon. ”I...” Before she could properly muster her words, a certain ‘mighty’ elemental drifted close. “Mighty Aslashar tell,” the fire elemental piped. “Dragon call itself Arkanalandis.” Aslashar suddenly bobbed closer to her. “Aslashar think,” it said after a pause, “smell like him. Father, maybe?” Akni hung her head. That dragon’s name, his appearance, and the way he roared. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to say Aslashar was spot-on in his guess. “I saw what happened to this city, Landon,” Akni pursed her lips, trembling a bit in shock, “A red dragon destroyed it... and... I’m afraid this “Arkanalandis’ is indeed my ancestor.” The girl then slowly raised her gaze, narrowing her brows at the fire elemental, “Take me to him. He must answer for what happened here.” Was the vision true or not? She must know, she must get to the bottom of this.
  13. The couple, led by their fiery guide, ventured deeper into ruins. Now within the interior proper, the awe-inspiring architecture could be observed. It wasn’t just all broken glass after all. No random tribe could’ve made something as grand as these. These runes and glyphs were the works of craftsmen from a deeply cultured civilization. Finally, they entered one of the few buildings still standing within the dilapidated city. It seemed it was a temple of some sort. Now Akni was curious just what kind of god or gods these people worshipped. Aslashar led them to the northernmost wall, where fire elementals were congregating around a picture of... ”Arkanist...?” Akni blinked, murmuring to herself in quiet disbelief. The traumatic memories of being possessed by the dragon tyrant briefly flashed in her mind once more, like a slideshow of the past. Knowing the terrible dragon had - at its very core - her own personality, only twisted by greed and pride, was disconcerting. But no... the dragon wasn’t her, it couldn’t be. Steeling herself, Akni approached the giant mural, standing amidst the elementals. ”Mighty Aslashar, who is depicted in this picture?”
  14. Miraculously, the duo managed to defeat the bio-mechanical abomination, but not without a great cost. Their vehicles were totaled, Landon was wounded, and worst, Akni was literally dying and catatonic. It fell upon the blue-eyed man to salvage their lives. He took his redheaded lover upon his shoulders then began a desperate trek through the Velhatien Desert. No more jeep and out of supplies, he had his work cut out for him. Upon his last legs, Landon managed to seek out the help of a local tribe, led by Chieftain Zelaros. As it turned out, this tribe literally revered dragons. A convenient fact for Akni - who has recovered by now - to display her draconic heritage in a show of fire and flame. She managed to impress the chieftain and the tribe. In exchange for her dragonfire, they gave the adventurer pair two strong horses and supplies for the journey ahead. Bidding their farewells the next morn, Landon and Akni finally reached a ruined city, known to be the location where Genesaris' Heatwave incident first began. The latter persuaded a fire elemental named 'Aslashar' to serve as their guide. The peppy and cocky 'Mighty' Aslashar led the couple deeper and deeper into the ruins, until they ventured inside a temple still strangely left quite intact...
  15. ”Eh...?” The purple-haired young psychic realized she was still lying on the same operating table-bed. However, the restraints were already released and she was by her lonesome. The sudden voice only startled her a bit. After what she had experienced, some disembodied voice was hardly surprising. Iris took in what the texts and voices said, or commanded to be more specific. So this was what the doctors meant by working as an agent for Antigone. This Gradius person was a bad man and she needed to make him gone, just like what she did to those patients in the laboratory. Iris didn’t know where the Timed Clock was... oh wait, a map was displayed at one corner of her vision. She couldn’t believe she’s thinking this, but what they did to make these things appear in her eyes was helpful. She nodded to no one in particular, then climbed off the operating bed. She was still naked, but... this time there was a small rack set aside near the sliding door. Hanging from it was a set of simple clothes and footwear. She went there in a heartbeat, relieved she wouldn’t have to do the mission in the nude. White sundress, a pair of white panties, and white sandals. These were similar to clothes she often wore in the orphanage, Was this Doctor Vance’s idea? Well, whoever it was, thank you. The young girl wore the clothes immediately, already familiar with the style. The quality was good too, it felt comfortable on her skin. Putting the hanger back, she finally left the operating room for the first time since she got there. --- Iris didn’t see the need to disobey the instructions as she followed the instructions to the letter. Left, right, right, left... and... a rooftop? ”Mmmgh...” Iris winced at the sudden wind, her long lavender hair swaying in the breeze. It was in the middle of the night. The scenery looked quite... beautiful. The young girl took in a few moments to herself, grateful she could see the sky again. The voice brought her back to reality as she examined the map once more. Alright, she’d get there now. But... she had to get down first. The most obvious thing was to return where she came from. However, the instructions specifically directed her here and if she deviated, she’d be punished. Hmmm... An idea came to her head, so crazy it might just work. Iris looked at her own palms then gripped them into fists as she focused on her powers. She enveloped herself in her own psychic wave and thought of her own body as the object to manipulate. Slowly, but surely, she began to levitate off the ground. ”O... oooh... haha~” A bit wobbly at first, she finally stabilized. She landed on back on the rooftops then turned to the particular direction of the Timed Clock tavern. Taking a deep breath, Iris ran towards the edge of the building then leaped off the roof, her cybernetic limbs launching her farther than she expected. Without a moment to waste, Iris focused her telekinetic power to keep herself afloat as she - somewhat recklessly - flew towards her destination.
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