Ryder: What a sad strange little man. V, did you really do all of that for him? Valencia: I felt bad for him, his whole meme situation, no one was really there for him, when royals & everyone else were harassing him. I pitied him, he wasn’t this egotistical trolling sped, he was nice, and had a tolerable sense of humor. Every single time he feels like he needs to prove himself to be the next big thing, he’s become this insufferable… Ryder: Delusional asshole. Valencia: Pretty much.
Ryder: I don’t mind trash talking, I’m all for it, but with him. It was constant, unwarranted, spineless. He’s pathetic garbage that needs to be put down. If he plays against my team and if I still find him annoying, I’m killing him. It’s that simple.
Alastir, Brok, Artoria got done talking amongst themselves and Alastir came over with haste with his hood up, and the top of his broken mask only showing his caramel skin and gold eyes that have small crimson red markings that look like clouds. He takes a look at Deshon, and crouches down, golden aura covers his hand, and Alastir barely taps Deshon on the back, and Alastir stands up. Alastir: This poor detestable soul. The things that he has done, and the things he’s on the path to do, will be truly sickening… Justin: Wait, he’s going to be worse?!
Alastir: It’s fifty-fifty chance since Valencia set him straight, but…never mind…it’s not an ideal place to discuss mortal woes and outcomes. Let me get this door and I can go back to Hestia. Justin: Wait, before you do that! Alastir: Now, I remember! One second Justin, I forgot to bring something. Alastir step backwards and he became golden fire particles for a moment then disappeared.
Justin: Man, what the fuck! Peyton: He’ll come back. Justin: Said every black father. Ryder: Damn, that shit hit hard not going to lie. Ryder starts laughing a bit. Sora: My own mother said that to me once, before she left me and she never came back. Justin: Damn. Peyton: Ouch. Ryder: It’s not like that at all. Sora: Oh, you never got to finish what you were saying about that. Ryder: Mom, you know what… we can discuss this later, I'm going to say this when our fam is together. Because you won’t believe me.
Golden fire particles came back, and Alastir appeared where he left. Alastir is carrying an ax on his back. Alastir: Sorry for the wait. Justin, what was it, you were going to ask? Before I rudely left? Justin: You good, I have a question. So you can see a person’s future right? Alastir: I can if I want to, back with Hestia. Justin: Do you know my future? Alastir: You determine your own future since the Fates are no longer. So you may even know it better than I, it's really all boils down to probability, because your actions could change the future, even though it’s not that common. Justin: Why isn't it common? Alastir: Simple, most mortals aren’t self aware until it’s all too late. Almost every single person thinks they are right. Some are and a lot are not. I technically answered your original question, but let me not be so literal. What do you want to know?
Justin: Will I be an all powerful mage? Wait…no, let me say it in a different way. Will I be a S-class mage? Alastir: A direct concise answer. Hard to say. Justin: Why?! Alastir opened his hand and thousands of golden crimson particles rose up like bubbles, to create a motion image of Justin looking at multiple cross roads and him looking at all the paths he can take.
Alastir: Why? I’ll give some reasons. You don't have an ego. You don’t train hard enough, I’m talking about a constantly collapsing kind of training. A near death experience kind of training. Justin: Is that it? Sora: Nope, I can say that with confidence. Justin: Pass around, shut it. Alastir: Actually, br… Sora is one hundred percent right. It takes a lot to be S-class. You have to work hard, Justin, I mean you have to be willing to die for it, that's how bad, you have to want it. Justin: What specifically do I need?
Alastir: Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your perspective on this. Justin: Perspective? Alastir: There’s been no war in the last twenty two years. There’s a saying I think goes like this… “Hard times create strong men and the peace time the strong create weak men.” Justin: So I need war? Alastir: Well, even if you got your war, and assuming it’s the people of Eden, you will most likely be killed before you even obtained it, and even if you obtained it during war, you would most likely be killed by the enemy. S-class mages always had a high death rate during the recent wars. But surviving isn't improbable, but you can't hide from battles.
Justin: Then tell me how to specifically obtain it. I want a direct blunt answer! The golden crimson particles image of Justin looking at the crossroads changed, into a battered and wounded Justin staring down a whole armata of enemies, from the land to the sky. Alastir: Fight. You fight and fight against the strong, and survive the encounter, by losing or winning. Justin: Can I be a double S class mage at this point? Alastir: Justin, you’re like a five-year-old that’s trying to learn rocket science but they haven’t learned basic mathematics. But I keep it simple, you fight against the strongest of opponents, so your body can adapt to the experience. The more battles the better, overcoming a near-death experience, time after time is surely going to create something profound.
Deshon tries to get up but he gives up mid-way and drops back onto the snow. Deshon: How do I get stronger? The golden crimson particles ceased to exist in an instant, when Deshon spoke, Alastir's whole chill and joyful vibe just changed into this...I don't know how to describe it, right now but it's a positive one. Alastir: Change your attitude and be modest! You can’t justify the fake repugnant ego you have, not one bit and it’s so catastrophically repulsive. The way that Alastir responded, he sounded so disgusted by Deshon, when he asked the question. Deshon: That’s it, really? Alastir: Figure the rest yourself, abhorrent mortal. Peyton: What kind of god are you again? Alastir's positive joyful, relaxing demeanor came back, when Peyton spoke, so he must really find Deshon unpleasant to say the least.
Alastir: Well, depending on your view of me. I'm an avenger god to some and a guardian god to others. Peyton: So you stand against evil? Alastir: Yes, I stand against evil, I pass my judgment and then the proper response will happen. May I ask, what are you getting at? Hopefully it's not what I assume.
Peyton: Then why is that, evil death-worshiping, piece of garbage Zea still breathing, if you say that you stand against evil?! Alastir starts laughing like crazy, he adjusts his mask and gets himself situated. Alastir: Well, let me ask you this, do you want the actual truth or an answer you want to hear? Because a lot of people can’t handle the unapologetic brutal truth, due to their point of view, which most people won’t challenge their own personal views and beliefs. Or a lie that’s been accepted as truth throughout their years. Peyton: What are you getting at? Alastir: It’s better if you stumble upon the truth yourself than me telling you. You would quickly call me a lie or a delusional fool.
Peyton: Try me. Alastir: Let's say I did take the time to explain it to you, actually no, it would simply go over your head, you have to find the truth yourself. I won’t say practically anything about it. But I will, say that Hestia is quite fond of her. Justin: What a cop out. Give the whole truth. Alastir chuckles a little bit. Alastir: The truth? I got you Justin. How about I pass judgment on you, for having forbidden knowledge for a person like yourself? Justin: Wait, what?! Alastir: Oh, yes. The way you obtained that knowledge, is not the proper way. Justin: What are you speaking of? Alastir: Does Meghan ring a bell? And what she spoke of, when you two were alone. Justin: Oh. Wait, you’re not going to kill me…right?!
Alastir: Oh, no! I hate spilling mortal blood almost more than anything really, when I don’t have to. I’ll just take you to Tartarus and leave you there for a while. Brok: Damn! Now that’s worse than death! Artoria: And you can’t kill yourself while down there either. Justin: Wait! Isn’t that a good thing, Saber? Artoria: I spent six months down there, looking for someone. Never again. Brok: And there’s no booze, and an unlimited supply of gods…fucking assholes. Artoria: And an unlimited amount of fighting, mana reserves will be tested.
Justin: Anything else? Alastir: So a minute here is a year in Tartarus. There’s about fourteen hundred minutes in a day, and that would be one thousand four hundred forty years in Tartarus. Artoria: And imagine six months down there, then coming back only finding out thirty seconds only passed after you left. Alastir: I do you one better, imagine two years. Brok: Isn’t that like a million years in Tartarus? Alastir: Yes it is. Since this is your first offense, you’ll be gone for six months here, which translates to one hundred eighty-two years in Tartarus. Justin: Wait! No! I’m sorry! I can’t even live that long! Alastir: Don’t worry about it, you have a relatively lite sentence, you will hardly age. Justin: I ask you to reconsider. Alastir: Reconsideration? What’s that? Something at Denny’s? Justin: Oh, nah! Slickback?! Ryder: You have to add the APimpNamed part. Sora: You have to say the entire thing. Justin: I know! Alastir laughs as he pats Justin on the shoulder.
Alastir: I’m just messing with you, Justin! But on a serious note, do not share that information you obtained from Meghan unless the individual has prior knowledge or you were given expressive permission. Justin: Got it. Peyton: Will you punish Zea for her sinister evil deeds?! Or have at least are in the process of Judging Zea? Alastir: There’s no need to judge her. This one shall not punish Zea. This one shall not speak this any further with you, until you arrive at the actual truth. Alastir gave this automated somewhat robotic response to her, Peyton clearly is infuriated by it, she's grinding her teeth, sighing obnoxiously. Then she took a deep breath, and gazed at Alastir with defeat in her eyes.
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Peyton: Are you aware that she murdered all my family and friends? Alastir: This one is aware of the killings of your family and friends. My grimoire appeared right above my head and it expanded, about the size of a fridge for a brief moment then disappeared, and Zea leaped out of the grimoire with nothing but a pink towel covering herself, and landed right in front of Valencia and I. Zea seems like she just got out of the shower, her wet long wavy black hair with white highlights, indicates it.
Justin: Didn't expect this. Alastir: Me too, but I do have some kind of idea. Zea: Peyton, just give up. Not even the divine will help you. Did she just get out of the shower? What is she doing here, she said she will be gone for a little while. And now she's back, I'm lost but excited...no...no...I mean she's back and it's a good thing. She did say time flows differently in Rala, but she never gave me a precise answer. But looking at her silky smoothed skin, is truly remarkable...I mean it's a good example of a good skin care routine, that's all! I wonder if she has any free time, I can take her on a date...yes...I'm just curious to learn more things about her...and that sweet voluptuous...no...no...no...I can ask her about certain information on a couple of cases to get her perspective on things, yes. That's it. Nothing nefarious at play here, it's simple questions over dinner, yes. That is all.
Sora: Zea?! I thought you left?! Zea: I did. I left a note to explain in your study, once you go back in. Brok: What brings you back here all of the sudden? Artoria: I’m glad you’re here, but I wish you would put on a more suitable attire. Zea: Sorry I was in a rush. Zea playfully laughs, then she turns to me and she gazes into my eyes with her breathtaking green eyes, and her massive chest is about to escape out of that towel! She sees my quick glance at her, she gave this flirtatious smirk to me while caressing my cheek. Then she bends down a little, and closely examines my neck. Justin and Ryder, made their perverted stares at that nice plump ass!
Shit! What am I thinking!? I’m better than this! I must clear my mind of perverted thoughts! But last night was so much fun with her! No, me, I have to stop thinking about last night and the other fun times we had, the past has passed, think about the current moment. Yes, the current moment. And at the current moment I really want to eat her… stop…stop! Damn it! I can’t stop thinking about these things! I have to be better. Distract my mind, ridicule big bro or Justin, fuck it both of them for staring at that wonderful…no...no! But who could blame them, she's so fucking fine! Oh, my...! Stop it! Be better!
Peyton: Are you two really staring at her?! Justin: What?! Alastir: Mortal men are bound to their flesh. Artoria: At least show some restraint, I didn’t think you had a perverted mind, Justin. Ryder: Hey...it was...basic instinct! We like what we like. You can’t blame a man, for looking. Brok: Damn straight. Artoria: Brok, if you are still trying to justify your actions… Brok: Hey! We don’t bring that shit up! Valencia: They’re not doing anything wrong, they’re just looking. If a man likes something he’s going to look at, it doesn’t mean they will act on it. It's harmless, Peyton, I have seen you multiple times, looking at attractive guys passed by or being around the same area, and you were staring. These two were only glancing at her. Peyton: Valencia, why you gotta snitch?! And it's different! Valencia: It's not different, it's the same thing. Peyton: You did not have to put me on blast like that!? Valencia: You were demonizing what they like! Zea is beautiful, everybody on the planet knows that. Peyton: Just why?!
Justin: Well said. Ryder: That is why I need you to be my sister, V! She gets it. Artoria: Zea, you could at least cover yourself while you’re doing that. Zea: I hear you, but I have to focus right now. Alastir: Welp, I think I can say this has been a wonderful time, so let me get that door open. Brok: You could’ve gotten the door, Saber. Artoria: I tried. Brok: When?! Artoria: When you were trying to get your buzz back. I believe it gets stronger the more you damage it, when I use range magic. But if I used my sword instead of my range magic, then nobody would be able to get out. Ryder: Wait what!? Justin: I guess it was the lock-down system. The way Benson and De’Niro were discussing how the door reacted, when they tried to get it open, I thought they were just being paranoid about it. Sora: Well… Zea: Keep quiet for a little bit longer, Blue. She used her other soft hand to feel on my chest, I just want to...
Alastir, aims his hand at the door and golden aura covered the door, and the door was shrunk down by half then the door was pushed out to the corridor. Alastir: You guys are officially free. Come back here tomorrow and this won’t happen again, you have my word on that. Pass that along. Zea begins touching my neck very gently, then she straightens up.
Zea: Alright, I’m done. She turns around and starts applauding Alastir for his work. Alastir: Zea, you are a unique individual. Zea: And you’re competent, for someone your age. Alastir removes the two handed ax from his back, and presents it. The ax handle looks like it’s mahogany wood with carvings of a raging fire surrounding a woman succumbed to the raging flames. The ax head has this long curve to it, and it was pure white.
Brok made his way to get a better look at the ax. Brok: That ax is a masterpiece. A stroke of a true craftsman at work! I can't wait to work on her. Alastir: Blue Vesta Hestia, I present you, Marianna. Your final sacred treasure…most likely. I gathered myself and went straight to the ax. Sora: Why another sacred treasure? Was this Hestia’s doing? I already have more than enough. Alastir: This wasn’t Hestia’s doing, this weapon choose you, and Hestia simply commanded that I bring it to you. And plus she deemed it would help tamper your out of control flames.
Sora: I shall take it then. Zea: More training for you, Blue. Alastir: Later. Alastir gave me the ax then turned into golden fire particles, but right before he transformed, he mouthed something and his eyes had a hint of sadness to them, the golden fire particles dissipated. Zea: V, you finally accepted your power. I’m glad to see it. Valencia: How long were you watching? Zea: For quite some time. I took a nice long relaxing shower in Blue's domain coming from home. Sora: Wait what? Zea: And I just adore your French clone. The massage was simply superb. He said you could do a better job, I simply have to experience it.
Sora: Oh, thank you. I’m glad you liked it. And yes, whenever you're free, we can do that. Justin: How does that ax feel? Sora: It feels heavy, and it’s… sapping quite a bit of my mana. Zea: Blue, ignite your flames. Actually it’s no point. Disregard what I said. Sora: Why? Sapphire flames surrounded the handle while black flames surrounded ax head.
Zea: It’s going to absorb quite a bit of your flames. Sora: Wait, you knew about this? You knew about this sacred treasure? Zea: Oh, yeah. One hundred percent. It was a matter of when. Ryder: Another bleeping sacred treasure to your collection. Mom is going to be in a more cheerful mood for a bit after she hears about this. Welp, I’m off. Gotta go rest up a bit, and whip the team into better shape for next game. Justin: Ryder, come on let me get back my katana! Ryder: You'll get it back, when you earn it from me, B-class mage. It's a waste with you.
Justin: My father gave it to me. Valencia made her way to Ryder, and tugged him by the arm. Valencia: Just give it back to him. Use your sacred treasure, it's one hundred times better. Ryder: Why should I give it back to him, when he didn’t earn it. And plus using my sacred treasure consistently... Valencia whispered a bunch of things, and Ryder visibly was surprised and shocked. Like he got caught or something, he even began manically laughing a bit.
Ryder: How long did you know about that?! Valencia: For a long time. Like late October. Ryder: Well played. I thought I was careful. I have no choice then. The fact you kept it to yourself for the entirety, is truly impressive. Make sure it stays between us, and don't tell... Valencia: I won't tell anyone, not your mother, or Sapphire, Ruby and not even Blue. Valencia laughs for a bit and reaches her hand out, Ryder sheathes the blade and a fire symbol disappears from the scabbard. And Ryder hands the blade over to Valencia. And she delivers Justin’s blade right back to him.
Justin: Thank you! I mean it! I didn’t think, I would ever get this back! Valencia: You’re welcome. Cyan aura quickly appeared around Valencia’s arms. Zea: Trouble? Valencia: It won’t go away! Zea: It's an excess of eternal ice mana, it happens, when you are depriving yourself, of your power. You can keep trying to absorb it or transfer it.
Valencia: Hey, Justin? Justin: Yeah? Valencia: Do you want Ice magic? It won’t be like my own, but it will be strong. Maybe somewhere around Zoey’s. Just a little bit off from it. Justin: Hell yeah. Valencia: Hold out your forearm. Justin sticks out his forearm and Valencia hovers over it with both of her hands, and the cyan aura transferred to Justin. And the aura became black and cyan for a moment until the black absorbed the cyan color aura. Ice started to permeate from his hands. Justin's silver and deep-sea blue-colored grimoire with a lock chain appeared next to Justin. And his grimoire opened up to a blank page that's coated in black ice.
Justin: Fuck yeah! I got fucking ice magic! Let’s fucking go! Fire and ice! Another magic type to my collection! Yeah, baby!