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æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

“Yeah… But that’s a ton of sugar.” The Scion replied. “Which, you know, it’s a very good energy source and such.” Anthem was raised her whole like under the mantra that her body was a temple. It was her tool and her weapon, she needed it as finely tuned as possible if she was going to be a proper Scion to Hellifyno once more. “Yeah that’s a relief. It really does seem like it always ends up that way. Let’s hope not.” As they conversed, there was a nice leisurely stroll into the Saucer Hills. Where it would seem that that tall teacup giraffes and hyenadillos would room through the lush tall grass vast amount of beautiful flowers native only to Twine.

Of course she’d take a map of Twine on their way out.

Gwen Poole

“Yeah, it is!” Gwen finished the muffin in record time, and then took a sip of water from a canteen she had as they had their lovely stroll. “And yeah, here’s to hoping this is easier than usual. I’m not saying that I MIND dishing out some whoop-ass… but it might be nice, for a change, to not have to bust any heads. Or kill someone. Or shoot something.” For all the guns she carried, Gwen didn’t actually have much of an itchy trigger finger. “Though a proper Indiana Jones adventure might be kinda… fun. In retrospect. Always in retrospect.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

“Who is Indiana Jones?” The Scion questioned, not being as versed as Gwen was in common day pop culture “And yes, I would very much appreciate if I didn’t have to kill or hurt anyone.” She agreed, nodding that her student was taking well to that particular lesson. “Still last time I sent out on this particular quest I remember having to save the spirit from other not so content spirits, still some fighting involved.” The first time around though Anthem had no idea who or what she was getting involved with, she just felt the call of the spirit in trouble and went to help. “But this time we seek the Lady out, so I have no idea what’ll happen.” Anthem and Gwen trekked through the Saucer Hills in decent time for being on foot, using her own internal sensor like a GPS to track down this familiar spirit. As said before, the animals were peaceful and kind as they walked by, so they either scurried off or were curious enough to come poke their noses in the women’s direction. For sure the Scion would take a few moments out of their quest to pet the Twine creatures, who wouldn’t? But soon they came to the border between the Twisted Forest, the Marsh Hallow and the Saucer hills.

Gwen Poole

“Oh, Indiana Jones iiiis… this awesome guy. A history teacher, but he goes out and fights Nazis over a bunch of old magic junk so that they can’t use it to take over the world and he can put it in museums so people can learn and all. Real rad guy.” Gwen wasn’t going to mention that she’d only ever seen him in movies because it was kinda irrelevant in places like this. She listened to Anthem describe the last time she’d undergone this quest, which made her wonder if it was really all that hard an undertaking. Spirits sounded like easy things to deal with for Anthem. “I don’t mind fighting spirits. Sounds better than fighting a small army of Nazis. Or crazy brainwashed cultists.” As for the Twine critters? Gwen made sure to take selfies with just about every one she took the time to pat, making sure to get Anthem and Shinobu in shots with her if she could. But now it seemed that they were about to cross the real threshold into the serious-er part of their quest. “…So. Which way, Anthem?”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem peered at the land before her. She sensed the heartbeat of the island through her feet, it’s breath through the wind against the sides of her shaven head. It had been far too long since the Scion had visited this part of the world, these things felt so unfamiliar to her now. “Well. Definitely not that way.” In between where they were and the Twisted Forest was a plains like area in which Minotaur’s roamed free. Actual two legged half man, half bull creatures that would just majestically graze on the land. “Yeah. Definitely that way, towards the swamps.” Instead of to the right where the Forest was, she pointed towards the left towards the mucky lands. Causally she stepped towards the Marsh Hallow, taking out the map that she snagged on her way out. “From what I understand, these lands are a few miles across. And the legend of the Lady says that she can occupy any body of water large enough to be considered a lake.” There it was, the familiar /squelch/ of muddy waters. Insects of all sorts appeared around them as well, with its own wild assortment of creatures. “Do not underestimate the spirits Gwen. They can and will kill a mortal for many reasons and they are not slain by any conventional means.” Anthy wondered absent mindedly if she should looked into this Jones character, he seemed a bit interesting.

Gwen Poole

“Yay, swamps… Swamps sound fun.” She was trying to sound upbeat, but swamps did sound… swampy. Muddy, mucky, sweaty, sticky… Gross. But, it had been nice so far, so maybe Twine swamps weren’t all that bad! She could only hope. In any case, she pealed off the M.S.F. jacket ahead of time, rolled it up, and shoved it in her bag rather than sweat to death in it ahead of time. As Anthem mentioned the spirits, Gwen winched a little. “I mean… Okay. Sorry. I was being a bit narrow-minded, I guess? Duh, me. Spirits, not conventional.” Unconventional things should be the norm for her by now, right? “So… we’re just looking for a lake in these here swamps? Is there one on that map that the Lady might think is, I dunno… a chill place to crash?”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem laughed at Gwen’s comment. “I really wish that it was /that/ easy. But no, none of these bodies of water are really specified on here like that.” Watching the Rosy Avenger take off her jacket did Anthem realize that was a good idea, so she too rolled up the sleeves of her gi. They wandered further out into the swamp, the Scion slowly sensing each body of water big enough, what she thought anyway, to be considered a lake. Though there were many miles to check out, it would probably take a lot of time. “Let’s take a little break yeah?’ With some quick movements, a solid dry rock came up from beneath the ground in which the women could gain a small respite from the less than solid ground underneath them. The raven haired woman sat down cross legged on the stone and crossed her legs in a more meditative stance. Taking off her bag, Anthem pulled out her own canteen and took a long swing of the contents within. “We’ll start moving again in a bit.” There had to be a better way to search rather than check each puddle, so she closed her eyes and put her hands on her knees in a meditative stance.

Gwen Poole

“Darn, it never is easy, is it?” Gwen was glad she was wearing good boots at least, as they walked through the swamp. Not a whole lot of moisture got in to squish around her toes! That’s good merc boots for you there! And good socks. All the same, when Anthem suggested a break, Gwen was all too ready for one. “Oh thank god, yes, a break!” She clambered up onto the rock and flopped down on her stomach, panting. “Just… a tiny break…. is good enough for me.” She wasn’t close to exhausted, but even if her stamina was way better than it had been when she first came to Hellifyno… Gwen wasn’t that in shape overall. She was feeling the burn.

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

As they relaxed for a few minutes, Gwen would see a large, vibrate colored butterfly flapping above her. For as big and colorful as its wings were, it didn’t seem to make any noise while flying. The majestic creature kinda floated around in complicated circles for a bit before its wings changed color and it split into two of these butterflies. They started to fly away towards the south, rejoining back into a single butterfly on its path; changing its wing colors once more.

Gwen Poole

“…Whoooooa….” Gwen’s eyes got super big, her mouth wide open as she rolled onto her back to watch the butterfly flutter around. It was like… surreal almost. It wasn’t often that Gwen got to see actually beautiful things often on Hellifyno. Rad things, sure. Awesome things. Terrifying things. Mind-bending/breaking things! But… really beautiful things? Nah. Not really. “…Well. That was pretty and rad. Literally pretty rad.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

“Hmmm?” The Scion questioned quietly, putting her meditation towards the back of her mind as she regarded her blonde headed companion. One of her eyelids opened to reveal a crimson eye. “What’s pretty rad?”

The butterfly in question now moved to hover behind the Scion’s head.

Gwen Poole

4/17 01:03AM

“That!” Gwen pointed at the butterfly! “The big pink fluttery insect? Are you blind all of a sudden?”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

As Anthem turned her head, the pink butterfly turned into two orange ones and remained behind her field of view. Then Anthem turned her head the other direction, and the bugs turned into a blue bug and remained out of her vision. So she looked back at Gwen and shook her head. “No, I think the heats getting to you or something. You okay?”

Gwen Poole

“…I mean. I guess it is?” Gwen shook her head violently and squeezed her eyes closed, rubbing her head. “Either that or I ate too many muffins… Or the muffins were LACED… DRUGGED MUFFINS!” Either way, she opened her eyes and looked at Anthem curiously. “You sure you don’t see the butterfly? Because I’m pretty sure I do.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem scratched her head a bit in confusion. “I don’t think that they would drug you. Though. It wouldn’t be the first time I heard of drugged food on this island.” The Scion shivered a bit once again remembering the love hotel. No matter how hard or long she blinked or rubbed her head, the creature was there in its multiple of colors. But once she said her part the insect split into two pink ones and flew over to land on either side of Gwen’s head. “Oh…” Anthem stated with wide eyes. “That’s not a butterfly Gwen, that’s a spirit… And it seems to like you.”

Gwen Poole

“…Wait? So… can you just see spirits? I was kinda, like, imagining them to be all… not-visible. And not butterfly shaped.” Gwen held out a hand to the butterflies, kinda wondering if she could touch one. “And why would they like me? I’m not, like… magical or anything, that’s your thing.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem took a deep breath and considered Gwen’s question. “Well spirits are normally invisible to most, unless one has the gift to see them.” Of course as a bridge between this world and the next, the Scion was a friend to spirits so she developed the ability to see them. “Unless they choose to reveal themselves to you. I…can’t tell you why it likes you though. Some spirits are enigmatic at best, completely confusing if you try to figure it out.” She replied honestly. In the meanwhile the butterfly spirit that Gwen reached out for went and crawled on her hand, beating its wings softly to keep upright. It held no weight but it was warm enough to be noticed even in the Marshlands. “No matter. Maybe you can ask it to lead us to the Lady of the Lake?” The Scion asked hopefully, maybe this would get them out of searching the entire swamp.

Gwen Poole

“I thought I saw a ghost once, back where I come from…” Gwen rubbed her chin at the memory, but shook her head. “It was just my reflection in the hallway mirror, though, not a ghost. Ghosts aren’t real in my world. I don’t think they are, at least.” Looking at the butterfly on her hand, Gwen brought it closer to her face, staring at it in light wonder. “But I guess if it showed itself to me, it does like me, like you said… Not that I need to know why or if anybody likes me. I’m not THAT self-conscious… most of the time.” It WAS flattering, though, to think some weird enigmatic butterfly spirit thought she was cool enough to land on. “But I don’t know if I speak butterfly. Uh… Mister and/or Miss or Misses Butterfly Spirit? Can you show us to the Lady of the Lake? My friend Anthem here, the Scion, she’s looking for her.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem chuckled at Gwen’s story. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’d like to think anywhere with sentience has spirits when life is over.” She watched the spirit with interest, wondering just what its purpose was coming to them. She was about to find out as Gwen asked her question it seemed to understand and respond. “Maybe it’s cause your just kindhearted.” A person’s personality different affected their aura and perhaps that’s what summoned the spirit? For now the two parts of the spirit came together into a big, blue butterfly now as it started to fly back the way it came. “Hey I think it’s working!” The raven haired warrior hopped up to her feet, grabbing her staff in the process. “Break time over, let’s go.”

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

The world is mysterious in its ways, and Hellifyno is probably the most mysterious out of all worlds; the way it can take one person in a situation and put them into an entirely different situation in a matter of seconds. Though, that is the least of this particular dimension’s issues. At this moment, it seems a portal decided to go a bit haywire. Maybe someone didn’t use their spell correctly, or there was a shortage in the device used. Either way, without any warning, a portal opened on the Island known for portals before the two women traveling through the swamp. It’s one passenger some may wonder? A redheaded woman suddenly steps from said portal with a scimitar in her right hand slashing downwards; her forward movements dragging her along forward where she, with the grace of a ballerina, trips on her own feet and falls face first into the murky wet ground underneath her. “Oof.” Came her rough low voice on impact as she rests there a bit as her body aches from the sudden trip. Well, to the two, the red head is at least familiar when it comes to clothing and form. She’s dressed in a cream T-shirt with black pants on; the tip of her black heeled boots digging into the ground some. Her gloved hands rest above her head on the ground; the right still gripping the hilt of her weapon which, at closer inspection, is caked with a fresh coating of red which, of course, is someone’s or something’s blood. There is no immediate signs of the person getting up from their position, and almost inaudible curses can be heard escaping from her covered face.

Gwen Poole

“…I mean, I kinda try to be kindhearted, I guess?” But it wasn’t one of the things Gwen would ever describe herself as. Maybe that was just the flaw of introspection. Seeing the butterfly take off, Gwen stood up and let out a light sigh. “Back at it, then. Lead the way, butterfly!” And then there was… “Oh, hey, Elesis! We’re following a butterfly ghost to maybe a magic lake spirit lady to get a sword that’s also magic. Did you wanna come with?”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

The Scion took a step back as the redhead came forth from the portal. Anthem would have helped but it was quite too late as Elesis had already eaten the dirt. “That… Doesn’t look pleasant.” She admitted, watching some of the curious wildife poking their noses in the party’s direction. Anthem had been a victim of a flawed portal before so she felt for the redhead’s plight. “What Gwen said, now or never.” They needed to hurry up and move as the spirit butterfly kept getting further and further from them. Luckily as they didn’t notice before there were planks of hard wood spread out everywhere so one could walk on a solid surface. Spiky rock lizards and hyenadillos roamed the swampy lands freely and peacefully, even in the presence of people they either scurried off or curiously watched the party from a good distance.

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

Familiar voices causes her ears to twitch, and her body starts moving in curiosity. Say it ain’t so as she pressing her hands into the ground pushing her upper body upwards and falling back resting her butt on the back of her ankles looking up at the two; her face ruined by the ground she face planted into. Ugh, she’ll be cleaning grime out of her hair for days. No time for a proper hello neither it seems as adventure is calling, as always. “Wha? What the hell? How did I?” She blinks completely dumbfounded; her tired eyes looking at them but not entirely focused on them. If she wasn’t so dirty, they’d be able to see the nasty crows feet under her eyes, and being spit out of portal into some swamp with two people chasing some spectral butterfly doesn’t help a tired person understand anything at all. Though, if only she could mark this as something out of the ordinary. Just another day in the life of an adventuring mercenary. She sighs and rising to her feet grimacing at how moist and dirty she now feels, but there’s nothing she can do about that now. “J- Just… Just go. I’ll be right behind you. I can get answers while we follow… a butterfly.” She raises a brow looking down at her sword. “Dammit. I left my coat and the other blade.” She mutter mentally fussing with herself.

mutters*

Gwen Poole

“A butterfly SPIRIT, girl, get it right. It isn’t a normal butterfly! That’d be lame, if we were following a normal butterfly.” Gwen’s eyes were locked RIGHT on that sucker, too, as she trekked forward with more pep in her step than previously! It had landed on her, after all, so she felt like she needed to keep up with it as best as she could!

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

The followed the spirit creature through the swampy land until they came upon a large body of water at the foot of the one of the Stitched Mountains. Of course it was fairly large in comparison to all the other bodies of water they saw, but this one was unnaturally clear and vibrant. Visibly they wasn’t anything there aside from the normal fauna that occupied this area, but if one could see or sense spirits then they would feel the several dozen spirits that hung out around this particular waterhole. More butterifies, some birds, awkwardly bright creatures that sat in the water and just settled. “Uh guys. We made it I’m pretty sure.” Gwen could only still see that one spirit that revealed itself to them, Elesis included now. The Scion looked left, then right, then she took a knee at the waters edge. Calmly she dipped the fingers of her left hand into the liquid and closed her eyes, her blue tattoo flashing white for a few moments before everything became clear and the other two women could see the spirits too.

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

“Yeah.” She sighs. “Spirit butterfly…” She didn’t sound as enthusiastic as her bubbly blonde companion, but who could blame her? She seemed like she fell out of a stressful situation into another possibly stressful situation. At least, this time, she has two capable gals with her. She follows behind rubbing at her face with her gloved hand trying to feel like grimy catching sight of the butterfly but not paying much attention to it. The other two know way more about what’s going on than her, so she’ll let them handle the main issues like seeing ghosts and whatnot. Eventually, her following the two following the butterfly led them to this large body of water that looked appealing to Elesis for the simple fact that she could clean herself a little in it, but this is probably some sacred lake or something that she shouldn’t foul with her dirty body. That’s how these things usually go. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have the ability to sense spirits either, so Anthem is alone with her sight. “Magic lake? Hopefully, a giant snake or dragon thing doesn’t live in it that we have to survive.” She mumbles resting her blade on her shoulder as Anthem continues forward up to the lake and touches it. A brow is raised as those tattoos she has starts to glow, and man, she did not need to have the ability to see dead things forced on her. She’s taken aback by the sudden population of spectral beings around them. “Oh gosh. It’s a party of ghosts.” She states scoffing and rubbing at her eyes.

Gwen Poole

“…Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….” Suddenly everything went from Just One Pretty Butterfly to Whole Bunches of Glowy Critters. “…Are most spirits just, like… bugs and birds and animals? I thought there’d be more… people. OR…” She held up a finger. “ARE these… people? Or is it all just still enigmatic even to you?” She looked at the water and crouched down to look at it. “Where’s the Lake Lady? She ISN’T a giant snake dragon thing, right? Just, like… probably a pretty lady that’s all floaty and spectral?”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Gwen was right that each of these creatures was glowy and translucence in their current forms. “It… Really just depends on the spirit I guess. I’m not going to lie its all just kinda confusing. They just talk to me sometimes. Or more like. They share their feelings with me.” Anthem admitted her connection with the spirits with a nod. As the blonde one would ask her questions the lake itself would begin to ripple from the center. The Scion stood up while taking her hand out of the water, the spirits within flying off as the lake itself glowed a very soft white. That was until the one spirit that they did look for made herself apparent for the mortals. The Lady of the Lake rose up and stood on the water without even a ripple, holding the appearance of a middle aged woman wearing a sweeping blue robe and long black hair. “Hello travelers.” She spoke softly, her voice was like wind and chimes rather than what they were used too. “We meet again Scion. I… Did not expect this form to see me again when I learned of your demise. Then to the other two. “Who are you?”

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

People turning into spooky animals when they die? That sounds like a person by person thing to be honest. She’s seen people turn into all kinds of things after death, so these being deceased humans doesn’t cause her much worry. Then, Anthem admits to not understanding much either. “It seems we all know a lot.” She says with sarcasm blatant in her voice. She’s chuckling a bit before noticing the lake start rippling and the spirits taking their leave. “A Lake Lady?” She mutters looking as some woman rose from the waters. Oh… A literal lake lady. ‘Don’t piss off anybody.’ She has to mentally chide herself to ensure she doesn’t say anything dumb. “Ah, seems the lady knows you, Anthem.” She blatantly states before scratching at her chin. Who is she? Well, that’s a very deep question. “Elesis.” That’s her answer. A very deep answer.

Gwen Poole

If there was one way to describe Gwen’s face as the actual goddamn Lady of the Lake actually appeared. It didn’t matter if she had been living on a magic planet and done all kinds of awesome stuff… some stuff was actually just kinda rad and always would be. Like kinda pretty ladies rising out of water like nothing and then speaking. “…Hi Lady. I’m, uh… Gwen. Gwen Poole. I’m uh… just a friend.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

“Greetings Elesis. Gwen Poole.” She greeted them properly then turned her attention back to the Scion for a bit. “So Scion, for what purpose have you come here?” The spirit questioned. “I sense I know the answer.” Anthem would nod, both at the Lady and at Elesis to her statement. “I come seeking you this time, in a quest for the Sword of Promised Victory. The tool of Hope that you bestowed upon me years ago.” Her crimson orbs fixed with the Lady’s translucent sky blue eyes. The Lady just… Smirked. “It is almost every lifetime do you seek me out, one way or another, for the Exacalibur. In every life, I tell you that you must face a challenge to prove yourself worthy.” Then she looked towards Gwen, seeing something that Gwen herself didn’t see. “The Sword of Hope can be wielded by anyone that is of pure of heart. You too may encounter the Tower if you so wish to prove yourself worthy.” Then she looked to Elesis, this woman’s aura did not give off a similar wavelength. “I am ready to face the challenge, whatever it might be. Gwen’s my second, though if she proves herself more worthy than I, I will not complain.” She smiled at her blonde friend. “Elesis is an associate of mine. Admittedly not planned I’m not sure if she’d like to join us.”

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

She didn’t like the way that lake lady looked at her. It felt like she was being picked apart for some reason; judged for her faults. Well, it’s a familiar feeling for her if one knew about her past. Guess she’s not invited to go prove her worth, huh? She couldn’t help but feel out of place and wanted to make a snippy comment, but her tongue is held fast. The situation here is clear though. Anthem has to do some kind of challenge to prove herself to acquire some special sword. Apparently, Gwen could potentially acquire this super cool weapon instead. Where does that leave her? She’s just an associate who doesn’t have the chance, it seems, to be a real part of this quest. No one would blame her for not wanting to do any of this. “Yeah. It’s whatever. Nothing better to do anyway.” She says looking a little bit sore about whatever turning her head away and looking off at nothing. “Let’s go get this… Excalibur.” She gives a pretty weak smile shrugging her shoulders. How would she even get out of this swampy place anyway? Where would she even go? She doesn’t even know anything about Twine or its connection to portals.

Gwen Poole

“…Wait, huh?” Gwen made a bit of a face of utter, dumbfounded confusion, and looked, like… behind her for a moment, to see if there was someone past her that the Lady had seen. And then when Anthem mentioned ‘worthiness’, she was further confused. “…What? Huh? Me? I’m not… nooo… Pssh. Pffft… that’s crazy talk. Me? Nah.” Pure of heart? Nooo. Heck no. Not at all. Right? ‘Course not. Nope. Not Gwen Poole. Pure of heart? Naaaaah. “I mean… nah, no way.”

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem felt a little bad for Elesis, being judged by the Lady has not pure of heart enough to wield the mighty weapon. Though it’s not like the redhead was there for that anyways, but still. “Gwen don’t sell yourself so short. You’re a good person, ya know? Just accept that.” Anthem stated to the pink ones disbelief. “Very well. If you all will go, then prepare yourselves.” The spirit stated with a sense of foreboding. The Lady of the Lake hovered only a few inches above the water now, clapping her hands together as the wind around them started to pick up. There would be… Something of a creepy sense in the air, like a chill down ones spine if they weren’t used to dealing with spirits. Her lake started to glow again, this time a brighter white light as she prepared the challenge for a party of three. Anthem now looked towards the other two women. “So I guess I’ve kinda done this before? But my past lives are all being pretty quiet about what to expect. . . Really anything can happen now.” Speaking of past lives, the Lady of the Lake did state right after. “Scion, as decreed by your first life to meet me, in order to accomplish this challenge properly; you and your party must only engage in martial arts with martial weapons. No elements. No powers. No modern technology. If you and your group accepts, step forth to the bottom of the lake.” With that statement, the spirit headed back into the water as it stopped glowing; revealing a crystal clear image of a multi-tiered tower that aimed towards a bright blue sky.

Elesis (Mystery) Sieghart

Elesis doesn’t need help to be reminded about her current and past issues. She gets enough of that every time she sees the sun shining. Even if she doesn’t want the sword, it’s still somewhat of an insult. Though, Elesis understands herself. She knows she wants to help people and do good, and that’s what matters in the end. She doesn’t need anyone’s verification of her good will. Not entirely true, however, since she’s getting a bit moody about it, but she’ll just put that down as her anger issues getting poked. “Yeah kid. You’re pretty alright.” She says turning her gaze to Gwen, but then, the lake lady is talking and doing whatever, and the lake starts to glow. Elesis feels herself shiver and sighs. “Ah shit. Here we go again.” If it ain’t this, it’s that or a whole lot of other things. “Let’s get this over with.” She says stretching out some and heads into the water. No time to waste being all mad and shit. It’s time to complete the challenge and help Anthem with this sword.

Gwen Poole

“I mean there’s a difference, though, between being, like… a good person and being, like… a GOOD person… right?” Like, talk about awkward, right? Elesis just got snubbed by a magic lake woman! What was so bad about Elesis? Or was it just not that much about bad and good and if not, what was it, then? She had no goddamn clue. And she didn’t dedicate much further thought to it as she got a bit of a chill and watched things progress. “…Oh. Wait. Are, uh…” Gwen had to look around in her stuff for what was or wasn’t a martial weapon. “Okay, so… NO guns? I mean, guns have kinda been around for… a few hundred years, so it isn’t really ‘modern’…” Were swords martial weapons?

æ Scion Anthem Kishimoto æ

Anthem kinda chuckled warily. “Ooooof course. I couldn’t make anything for myself right? Even past me.” She stated, shaking her head after the Lady had made a portal for them. “I’m not sure what qualifies. Even this spirit is a complex puzzle at best.” She admitted to them both, offering the redhead an apologetic look. Then back to Gwen. “Nah. No guns. Swords. Staffs. Hand weapons pretty much. And not the techy kind either.” The Scion nodded. “No elements either. Okay.” She took a deep breath to steel her resolve. Holding her staff in two hands the Kishimoto warrior stated. “I’m ready.” And with that she walked into the lake, finding that once she had been submerged she could still breathe.

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