Deshon: I'm not going to let that nigga talk to any of my friends like that. Justin: Just don't piss off the nigga. And my nigga, you have to stop this shit-talking. I'm surprised you're not dead yet. Deshon: You can't kill a real nigga like me. I appreciate your concern. But I got this. These motherfuckers keep thinking that they can walk all over people. Peyton: Just stop instigating fights. You pissed off, Zoey. Deshon: The bitch had to sneak a real nigga like me!
Peyton: Just keep your mouth shut around former and current members of the CLMC. Justin: Nah, he needs to keep his mouth shut about anything that deals fucking combat. Deshon: Shut your chicken legs ass up! Justin: You're just mad because you got beat by a damn dwarf. Deshon: Almost forgot, you and I still got to scrap! Justin: Well, let's get inside so I can whoop your ass, clown! Deshon tries to open the vault door but can't twist the vault door open.
Deshon: The hell?! Why won't it open?! Justin: You can't even open the door; how pitiful. Your incompetence has no end. Justin had to go at it, but he couldn't make the handle budge either. Justin: That fuck wrong with this door? Hey, pass around! Open the damn door. Sora: Wait, what did you call me? I laughed while asking him. Justin: I called you a pass around. Kane and Shorty and company were passing you around yesterday like some whore. And you enjoyed fighting them.
I laughed once more and excused myself past Justin and Deshon. I placed my hands on the vault door handle. And I hear some female AI saying, "Recognized detective Sora Hestia. Welcome to the Niflheim Chamber. I am your virtual assistant Vicki."
Justin & Sora: Oh, hell naw! Both Justin and I backed away from the door. Peyton: What's the problem? Justin: You saw I, Robot? Peyton: The 2005 movie? Sora & Justin: Actually, it came out in 2004. But yeah. Justin: Pass around, get out of my fucking head! Sora: Come on, we thought the same thing. Justin: Just stay out of my head nigga. Vicki: Recognized lieutenant colonel of the renowned Maina Squad, Peyton E. Davis. Justin: Lieutenant colonel?! Your rank is that high?! Peyton: I wouldn't say it's a high-ranking position. Well, it's high, but to me, it serves as a border between the high ranking and the middle of the pack. Justin: Is the pay good? Peyton: Of course. I get paid about one hundred grand a week, off duty. Two hundred grand a week, on duty. And the WMA pays me one hundred fifty grand a month.
Justin: Sign me up for the Maina Squad! Student debt ain't no joke! I owe this school five hundred grand! Sora: Wait, I thought if you join a club. Half of your debt will be forgiven. Justin: It was four million. It got cut in half last season. And there is a bonus if your team makes it to the championship. It gets halved again. Win it; your debt is forgiven. Each year you remain in a club, it gets halved. Deshon: This school is highway robbery. Justin: Damn straight. But if I remember correctly, you have no debt. It's already paid off by your family. And you got in because of your royal connections. Deshon: True. Vicki: Recognized former member of the low council, master of the mage order, Steffon Andre Benson. Deshon: Wait, your first name is Steffon? Benson: Yep. Benson was glued to his Ayephone playing some mobile game.
Vicki: Recognized Meme of the year. And current occupation clown. Mage rating C-class. Welcome, Deshon A. Flowers. Deshon: You can fuck off, computer! Justin and Peyton laughed. Deshon is becoming more and more agitated. Deshon: Go to hell! Computer, you so gotta die! Peyton: But her logic... Justin: Is undeniable. Sora: My logic is undeniable! Vicki: Recognized Justin T. Shelton. Mage Rating B-class. You may enter the Niflheim Chamber.
The vault door automatically opened up. And we were greeted with an icy cold breeze. As we step in. There were at least eight inches of snow as we walked in. There's a constant steady snowfall coming down. There's nothing but baron wasteland of snow as the eye can see. The only structure that can be seen is the distant small wooden cabin or maybe a medium-sized cabin or at least around that size. I can see my opened grimoire floating in front of the porch. I heard laughter on my left side. And it's almost the rest of the gang. Sophia, Valdis building an eight-foot-sized snowman. Brianna and De'Niro are to their side, shivering in place.
Justin: It's cold as hell! Deshon: I'm already freezing to death over here! The vault door closed right behind us. Peyton: Stop being a baby and deal with it. Sora: What ya'll talking about?! It feels great! I don't need this anymore! I took off my unbuttoned pink button shirt. And it disappeared soon as it made contact with the ground. Deshon: Nigga, put a damn shirt on! It's cold as hell! Aren't you still recovering?! You don't need to be getting sick while recovering. Sora: Sick? I'm not cold. This isn't even cold. Not even close. Deshon: I think you're going insane. Justin: You're one to talk. Then suddenly, Valencia appeared right behind Deshon, Justin, and Peyton. Valencia: The insane person of the group is accusing someone that is a sane person of being insane. Now, that's crazy! Deshon: Shit! Deshon, Justin, and Peyton were startled at V's sudden appearance.
Sora: Vivi, tell them it's not cold in here. Valencia: Not even close! V took off her black tennis shoes and froze them in a thick block of ice, then she proceeded to shatter them into pieces. Justin: So let me get this straight, the pass around took off his shirt, and a girl that hates her entire family took off her shoes. So no one going to question this behavior. Peyton: Just go with it and try to ignore it if you can. Justin: I can't. The motherfucker is shirtless! I took off my cyan flip flops, froze them, and shattered them. Sora: Going barefoot feels terrific! The mana in here feels rich. There's this smoothness of the air. The constant robust water current feeling motion of the mana in here! Deshon: Damn, nerd.
Justin: Alecto, why aren't these two freezing to death like us? Justin dropped his sheathed blade to the ground. Five-foot thick green mist covered the blade, and risen from the mist was Valencia, sporting a double braided Dutch hair. She's dressing in a purple tank top, black ripped jeans, and purple and black boots. The mist dissipated around her. She picked up the red hilted katana with a red and black ray skin and scabbard containing ancient mage text, Alecto, the future sightseer, and knowledge seeker.
Meghan shapeshifted into Vivi. I wonder if she is that scared of me?
Meghan: Well, Justin. It's pretty simple. Justin: Why did you shapeshift into Valencia!? Valencia: That's flattering. Meghan: Safety reasons that we discussed earlier. Peyton: Sora, what did you do to her?! Sora: And you blame me? Peyton: She was your familiar! Sora: She was never my familiar. She didn't make the cut for me. Deshon: Oh, because she's useless! Deshon started cackling up a storm. Justin: Oh, yeah! We still got to scrap nigga! Deshon: I'm ready when you're ready! Justin: In a minute. Continue Alecto. Meghan: Valencia is the ice princess. Valencia: Do not call me that. Justin: It's only an observation. Calm down.
Meghan: This means she can't get cold unless there are extreme temperatures. In her current state, she can get cold. But if she accepts her power, she won't be able to get cold. The cold for Valencia and her family. Feels remarkably comfortable for them. And it enhances their magic. Justin: What about the pass around? Meghan: Sora, can get cold. But it's complicated. Justin: How so? Sora: Consider me interested. Meghan: He has an unnatural strong affinity for ice magic. So basically, he's in a comparable boat as Valencia. But adding his dark magic to the equation. It's a totally different beast.
To sum it up, dark magic users are resistant to cold. As long it's not colder than their own darkness. Justin: I thought dark magic was hot or lukewarm. Sora: It can go either way. Meghan: Do not ask for a showcase. You will freeze to death or go clinically insane. Or be traumatized so bad that you won't speak or function properly. Justin: It can't be that bad. Sora: It can be a lot worse. Meghan: What I mention is him without his magic spirit. Deshon & Justin: Magic, what?! Peyton: Magic spirit. There are only a few. The spirits are the most powerful thing in their element. Well, unless your Maina.
Justin: Maina has one?! I've never seen it. Peyton: She hasn't used her phoenix in quite some time. To my knowledge. Justin: What's his? Meghan: The dark magic white tiger spirit known as Rin. Arguably the top three strongest or the strongest depends on who you ask. Justin: Alright, that's it! Nigga give me that damn spirit! You don't need it! Sora: I kinda do. I'd playfully laughed. Meghan: He actually needs her to live. He would be a corpse at the age of eight without her. Justin: Oh. But Sora, you've done a lot of good in your lifetime. Justin walks to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. Sora: You could say that.
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Justin: But I think you deserve to rest in peace. Sora: Are you telling me to die? Justin: No. No. No. Just a permanent rest in paradise where you don't wake up. Meghan: Master, there's a problem with your... exciting idea. Is that you have to kill Sora yourself and know an ancient technique to extract Rin. And the technique I speak of, I don't know anything about it. And another big problem is that you would die a gruesome death, because you're too weak. Justin: Then I will get stronger.
Sora: It doesn't work like that. It's already been determined when you were born if you can handle a magic spirit or not. Peyton: And you would be brutally murdered by Maina. Because you're not on the exception list for people. And there are only three people on there, and Electra has just been added there almost a month ago. Justin: A nigga can't have shit! Deshon suddenly ran up on Justin and sucker-punched him to the ground. Deshon: Bitch ass nigga! Deshon stares down at Justin. And Justin got back in a hurry. And drop kicked Deshon in his chest that got Deshon on the ground. Justin: You popping all that good shit a second ago! Now, look at you kick in your chest nigga! Eat motherfucking dick while you down limp dick clown motherfucker!
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Peyton: Come on, guys?! Just chill out. Sora: But you said they can fight when they get here. Peyton: Is it really necessary? Valencia: It's best to let them settle it. Deshon got right up and collided, his fists together to make his golden gauntlets appear as they make a booming clank! Deshon rushed at Justin with a superman punch, but Justin quickly drew his five-seven USG pistol and infused it with fire magic; the fire magic infusion created this molten lava-looking camo on the gun. Justin fired his gun three times at Deshon's right gauntlet. The impact of the bullets stops Deshon's momentum. Justin lines up a kick to Deshon's chin. That brought him on his ass. Justin backflipped multiple times to create some separation. Justin reached out his hand.
Justin: Alecto! Meghan: Obligation calls! Meghan covered the blade in green mist and threw it to Justin. Justin placed his scabbard in his belt. Once Justin made contact, Meghan disappeared into green mist. Justin wields his pistol in his right hand and his blade in his left. Deshon started booking it towards Justin with his gauntlets coated in water and lightning. Justin aimed for Deshon's neck, but Deshon shielded himself with his gauntlets as he bull rushes Justin.
Justin: Combo Gun-Blade Magic: Flash step! Justin surrounded his legs with lightning magic, and he drew his blade, and Justin coated the blade with fire magic. Justin instantly gets to Deshon and does an upward slash around Deshon's left pectoral. Justin's slash went through the space gray Twilight Tiger hoodie. And blood launched out of the air. Justin tries to kick Deshon in his chest, but Deshon successfully blocks it. Deshon tries to grab Justin, but he misses. Justin gets an extra step on Deshon and gets behind him, and Justin shoots Deshon in the back ten times. Deshon grunts in pain and drops to his knees. Blood starts pouring down from the back of Deshon's hoodie, which is riddled with bullet holes.
Justin walks over to Deshon. And plants his foot on the back of Deshon's head. And shoots once more in his back. And Justin kicks Deshon's head down to the snow. And Justin rubs his black tactical boots onto the back of Deshon's skull. Justin: Well, clown. How does it feel to be beneath me?! Let me quote Ryder. "I loathed arrogance with nothing to back it up." You're two packs of ass nigga! When are you gonna learn nigga?! Justin was about to stab Deshon in the back with his blade. But Benson used wind magic to stop him. Benson floats his phone in mid-air, floats off the ground, and makes his way to Justin. Benson: You're done, Justin. You're celebrating for no reason. I can understand if you beat someone like Valdis. But it's Deshon. You shouldn't be proud of beating him. You won; now move on. Justin: You were actually watching? Benson: Kid, I can multitask. Justin: Fine. Justin got off Deshon; he proceeded to put his gun back in his holster and sheathed his blade.
Justin: So, what did you think? Benson: Well, for starters, your speed is terrible! Your gun is weak. You just took advantage of someone not using any reinforcement magic. And you beat someone that can't fight on the average level at this school. Benson injected something into Deshon's neck, and all of his injuries were gone once more. Deshon rose up from the snow, shivering. Benson: Sora, go warm up the poor children. They can't handle a little bit of cold. Sora: Roger! Rosé Fire Magic: Love Burns Bright. A rosé shockwave burst out of my body that covered a thirty-mile radius. All of the snow melted, and it revealed the green grass. And the snowfall stopped.
Benson: Thank you for your service. Sora: My pleasure. Deshon: Finally, it's warm in here. Justin: Let me guess, you wasted a bunch of mana doing that spell? Sora: Oh, no. I'm still at one hundred percent mana. The spell has a small mana cost to it. Justin: But what about healing everyone? How could you be at one hundred percent? You had to burn mana; that's a fact. If you regenerated mana that quick you would've been destroying the enemy yesterday. Sora: I have a magic contract ability. The ability is called good behavior. If I'm ninety or more percent of mana. It only takes me five minutes to be at one hundred. If in combat, then it takes me ten minutes. Justin: The more you know.
The snowfall instantly came back with a vengeance. Icy winds reached well over thirty miles per hour. The snow on the ground instantly came back. But instead of the previous eight inches, it's twelve inches of snow.
Deshon: What the hell, Sora?! I thought you solved the snow problem! Sora: That spell wasn't going to stop the snow. Nothing will stop the snow. The whole aesthetic of this place is the endless winter. Deshon: Stop the snow! Sora: Even if I want to do that. I can't. There are too many obstacles in my way. Brok: Oi! Pisspot! Oi! Pisspot! Motherfucker! Brok walked over from the cabin to us. Brok still has a blade wrapped up in white bandages on his back. Sora: What is it? Brok: I fixed up...umm...Valencia's blade. I waited for you, but you were a no-show. I was going to show how to be consistent. So where the fuck were you?! Sora: I was doing some detective work. Brok scratched his beard and walked up closer to me. Brok: You usually don't do any detective work in the daytime. So what kind of fucking fire you had to put out this time?!
Sora: Well, this serial killer sent me a postcard, so he's giving... Brok starts waving me off. Brok: Actually, I don't want to know! Sora: All you have to know was that I was busy with a potential case for myself, but I delegated it, so we're good. The cabin's wooden door was kicked outside to the snow. And a yelling obnoxious ghetto woman could be heard. A tall empty bottle of whiskey was thrown out into the snow. A dark skin five-foot-ten woman walks out with a fluffy black afro dressed in a long-sleeved black crop top with black leggings with bandages that cover all the way to her ankles. She looks in my direction while she picks up the empty whisky bottle. And she begins stretching her legs.
Shit! It's...Galawnee! Fuck! It's basically almost been two years since we spoke. Or requested her services. I have to go!
Galawnee bent her knees, took a massive leap in the air, and then dropped down to Valencia, Brook, Deshon, Justin, and me. I try to make my way to the vault door. But I was stopped in my tracks by her clearing up her throat loudly. Brook: Oi! Pisspot! Where you're going?! Galawnee: Yeah, Sora! Where you're going?!
Shit! This is where the bullshit starts! If I make a break for it? I can get out of here.
Justin: Where you going nigga? You got this nice woman calling for you. Galawnee: Thanks, kid. You should listen to your friend. I finally gave up and turned around. I started waving at Galawnee. Sora: It's been a minute. I let out an awkward laugh. Galawnee starts laughing up a storm of sarcasm.
Can someone drag me down to the abyss or something!? This is really awkward!
Justin: Who is this lovely lady Sora? Galawnee: Oh, please do tell, Sora!? Galawnee smiles while she causally repeatedly taps her hands with the whiskey bottle. Sophia, Brianna, De'Niro, and Valdis started making their way over here. Sophia: Who's that, Cielo? Brok: Don't be rude, pisspot. It's bad manners!
Oh, that's rich coming from him! You ate my motherfucking... You know fuck it!
Sora: Everyone, this is the wonderful spectacular Galawnee Mckenzie. She is my familiar. As a matter of fact, she is my fourth-strongest familiar. Sophia immediately rushed to shake Galawnee's hand. Sophia: It's an honor to finally meet you! I'm glad that I can finally meet one of Sora's familiars. Where are my manners!? I'm... Galawnee: Sophia Accordia. Yes, I know of you. Sophia: You do? Galawnee: Of course. Any familiar of Sora's definitely knows about you, Sophia! Sora, either talks about you, or we will see the pictures all over his domain. Sophia: You talk about me?! She looks over at me with glee. Then she came over to me and carried this smug look on her.
Sora: Get over yourself. Sophia: Come on, admit it! Sora: Sofi, keep going and see what happens. Sophia: And what are you going to do, my little biotch? She pokes at my chest and walks away, but I pull her arm back and pull her close to me. When both of our eyes made contact, I immediately choked and slammed her with one hand. Then I raised her back up. Sora: Black Magic: Phantom Strike. I cranked back my left fist and struck Sophia's ribs. Sophia surprisingly managed not to scream or cry. Because everyone heard a clangorous cracking sound. I flew up high in the air with Sophia in my right hand. And cranked back my right arm and launched Sophia at a minimum of thirty miles. The further she got away from me, you could hear her breaking the sound barrier. I descended back down to Brok, Galawnee, and the others. Everyone except Galawnee, Brok, Justin, and Benson was confused and shocked.
De'Niro: What was that for?! Peyton: Was that necessary?! Justin: Didn't think you had the bullocks. Deshon: Why would you hurt her like that?! Brianna: You don't deserve her! You treat her so horribly! Sora: Quit ya'll bitching. Deshon: Nigga, you broke her ribs! Sora: No, I didn't. Peyton: Yes, you did. Valdis: I think everyone heard her ribs break, bro. Justin: But she'd had it coming. I don't blame the man; he did what he had to do.