Omar looked at the skeleton with confusion, and then turned to Gottfried, the other undead skeleton who'd been accompanying him, and shot him a look.

"Gotty, is this undead skeleton flirting with me or something? He just told me that I'm his, sounds like a dating thing or something. Which is making me pretty uncomfortable, I don't know this skeleton and I know I'm not interested in any skeletons in a romantic way. No offense, of course, Gotty."

"None taken, old chap," said Gottfried. "This fellow isn't here to do anything but cause trouble, that much I'm sure of - though I'm having trouble looking into their system, oddly enough. They must have some strange powers."

"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!" said the mysterious skeleton in a deep, booming voice.

"Oh, shit, I just realized who this guy is," said Omar. "This is Frank, he's an undead skeleton that was living in the basement of the restaurant I told you about, Gotty. I guess he finally got his head out of the encyclopedias and ventured outside! Only... He seems a little more fucking evil than I remember, what with that cackle and everything."

"BWAAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAA!" cried Frank with insidious glee.

Omar suddenly spotted something with one of his [skills], known as [System Sense]. [System Sense] allowed him to, without having to necessarily know what was happening, see when someone else's [skills] were effecting him or were attempting to affect him. To him, it seemed like a dark purple haze was snaking its way from Frank's skeletal finger over to him - but, with a wave of his flaming arm, Omar was able to actually block the attack!

"Hah! I don't know what that fucking [skill] was you're trying to use against me, Frank, but I parried that shit! Back off you fucking creep!"

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHGAAAAAAAGHAHAHHAAHAAAAAAA!!!!" cried Frank as another and another beam of purple haze shot out from his finger.

"Gods, what the shit does this do, and why is he so fucking smug about it??" said Omar with confusion as he knocked the blasts of energy away.

"Omar, what in Theseosus' glorious pincers is going on?!" said Glathalia.

And all of Omar's faculties were arrested.

Glathalia was a wind elemental, and one of the most powerful members of the Order. And, inexplicably, she was always wearing nothing but lingerie and a long, silken cloak. She said that this strange outfit did a number of things, including making her feel empowered and indeed also intimidating her enemies - but Omar suspected, probably out of narcisscism, that the real reason she wore the outfit was to drive him crazy.

"Omar! Dodge that attack, damnit!" Glathalia hissed.

Omar slid across the cold, stone floor of the crypt as Glathalia strode out from the inner sanctum of the Order's safe house. She was wearing stilettos, he noticed, and was carrying a long, electrified whip.

"Who are you?" she said with frustration and concern in her eyes as she looked at Frank the undead skeleton. "And what in the hell are you doing near the Order's safe house?"

"I'm here to do one thing!" said the Voice inhabiting Frank. "I'm here to CONSUME YOU ALL!! AHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

"Damn, this dude is a fucking nut," said Omar with a roll of his eyes as he powered up his flaming arm with some extra energby, watching its flame change from red to blue. "But that's alright, so am I. Let's fucking go, you freak!"

"Wait a second!" said Glathalia as she adjusted one of her garter belts. "Sorry, I had some chaffing." She raised her whip and snatched it around Frank's skeletal form, which immediately cackled and knocked the whip away as if it were nothing.

"You FOOLS!" cried the Voice. "You will NEVER best ME!! Prepare to be amalgamated into my ever growing form!!"

"Nice fucking job, Omar," said Glathalia sardonically. "You brought a fucking consumer to the Order's safe house! You imbecile! You, you fuck up!!"

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"Wow," said Omar. "No lady has ever been frustrated with my lack of discretion or forethought before, Glathalia. This is truly a first."

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" shouted the Voice in a voice that sounded like a billion voices, each one deeper than the next. "I'm going to fucking freeze you all, and then I'm going to consume you all, and then I'm going to burp, and then I'm going to have all your fucking powers!! BAHAGHAGHAAHGHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!"

Inexplicably, Gottfried was the first person to jump to action. It truly became undead skeleton versus undead skeleton as Gottfried leapt forth and grabbed the Voice by Frank's skeletal neck. Then, he generated a force field that shot Frank's skeletal form across the hall ner the closed doors of the crypt, slamming it in with a shockwave shaking the room and echoing in a rough, juddering cacophany.

Gottfried then grabbed a saber from a nearby suit of armor that stood affixed to the wall and scurried forth towards Frank. He swung at the evil skeleton, but even the swipe missed magnificently as the Voice cackled with an evil, malevolent glee. It seemed to think that this was more of a game than a serious fight. Still, Gottfried continued to fight, summoning balls of light from his bony hands and shooting them out at Frank's skeletal body in blast of orb after orb.

[Frank is taking damage]

Sure, Frank was taking damage, but Frank wasn't taking that damage seriously - he was just taking it because it was easy to, it seemed. Gottfried didn't care. He summoned up more ball lightning and shot it in a quick, flurrying barrage.

Soon enough, Glathalia shot Omar a dirty look as she noticed that, instead of fighting, he'd just been looking at her outfit in admiration.

"If you want this for yourself, Omar, I can tell you where to buy it - but otherwise I'd suggest you help your friend before this consumer dispatches him to suffering a double death!"

With that, Omar leapt to action. He did love to fight, after all. He charged up his flaming blue arm and slashed it at Frank's body over and over again. Frank's head set on fire, which only served to make the posessed undead skeleton seem more sinister than before, as he continued not to fight and instead just cackle with glee.

"You must be a fucking masochist," said Omar as he slashed at Frank's body over and over again. And then, suddenly, both he and Gottfried found themselves frozen and suspended midair.

"FOOL!" shouted the Voice in a trillion different voices, buffeting everyone nearby with a terrible wind that was at once chilling, and also warm and stunk of brimstone. "I am not so simply dispatched! Indeed, every hack and slash that you have thrown my way thus far has served as little more than a ripple in the pod of my existence, it is but an echo in my cavern, it is a refraction in the mirror of the power of my soul!!"

"Consumers have souls?" muttered Gathalia incredulously as she tightened one of her bra straps. "That's news to me." It seemed she was suddenly preparing to fight. She raised and cracked her whip, and it lit up with a brilliant, electric light that crackled in a manner that seemed almost orchestral. "Let's fucking go!"

Glathalia raced towards the consumer and snapped her whip forth, but before she could land a hit, Frank's form hopped out of the way.

"Oh, he's taking evasive action now?" said Omar with frustration.

"He probably knows that he's finally met a threat," said Gottfried matter-of-factly.

And indeed, this was the case. It seemed that the Voice was truly trying to evade and escape Glathalia's advances, and every correctly placed attack on her part resulted in a blood curdling screech from the Voice that sounded like a million hamsters burning alive with the octave dropped twenty times.

Looking feeble, weakend and fearful, Frank hissed at everyone like a feline that had been sprayed to discipline.

"Fuck you all!" said the Voice in a seething rage. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You're lucky, is what you fuckers are. But, you can't destroy me. Destroy these bones, if you want, and I'll still be. Hurt me, wound me, veritably kill me, none of it will matter. I cannot die in the way that you foolish mortals," the Voice cleared its skeletal throat and looked at Gottfried, "And indeed, not like you foolish semi-immortals can. I cannot die, I cannot double die, and I will not forget this horrible event. I'll remember all your faces, and when the time is right - in sequence, when each of you are alone, as alone will be the way I will take you - I will come, and I will suck up your energies as if I'm drinking a refreshing smoothie, and I will receive all your power, and your consciousness will join me in a painful, one sided amalgamation wherein your mind will belong to me always and forever! AHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAA!!!"

Before anyone could say anything to argue against this foul utterance, or to otherwise disenfranchise the Voice and lower its wretched confidence, the skeletal form of Frank split from a bipedal form to but a floating jumble of bones that quickly swirled around in the air and then snaked its way through small cracks in the crypt until it was gone.

"Well, he ran away like a scared little bitch or something," said Omar with a smile.

"Omar, I think you're a little too confident and a little too smug at the moment," replied Glathalia. "Unwittingly or not, you brought that foul consumer here, to a safe house of the Order, and forced us all into combat at a time wherein the entirety on Nomachiato seems to be in upheaval. It was, in all honesty, an idiotic move."

"Did you say all of Nomachiato seems to be in upheaval?" asked Omar. "Not just Gifflenberg?"

"Yes, you heard me right," Glathalia said with a sigh. "Please, come into our inner sanctum. We have much to discuss, Omar."