The First Page

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[After what felt like hours of negotiation with Hadou Ruri Kurou was able to talk her (With the help of a few Chalice members and her butler.) into letting him serve as the pilot of Demonbane. As much as the Princess disliked it their situation had gotten dire, although she was able to convince everyone that keeping Demonbane in Arkham was a smarter idea in case the Black Lodge did make another attack on the city. Kurou would be able to summon the Deus Machina when he needed it. This also meant that Kurou would be working with the Chalice thanks to now officially being a drone in the Hadou Group.]

1. [Introduction]

Figured I should introduce myself at the very least, I'm Daijuuji Kurou apparently I'm to work with all of you while looking for the Black Lodge. Apparently I'm also supposed to be the pilot of Demonbane and the Master of Necronomicon.

2. [Al Azif prompt.]



[The pink haired grimoire was now back on the Chalice she seemed to be making herself at home staring at whatever new mechs might have joined the ship since she left.]

This won't do at all.

[She wasn't exactly impressed.]

Recall

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[After that mission, Gurren is a freaking WRECK, with blast marks, a half-melted shoulder, and a huge slash right down the front. Kamina is unhurt, at least, beyond the normal bruises from getting bounced around the cockpit in a fight, and what kind of professional manly man would let those slow him down. He is curious about something though.]

Hey guys, there's some kinda warning light flashing here, it says...

[He peers closely at it, like a man who is barely literate and that only a recent development.]

Uh... d...damagee, damage! Damage levels....critical. Retoooorn...Return, Return to...re...

"Damage Levels Critical, Return to Recall Point!"

Then there's a bunch of numbers. What d'you think that means?

Post-Mission Annoyances

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1. [After putting Casshern down, Tsukasa made a beeline for the mens room. Closing the door behind him, he exhaled and reached for his belt to power down. Just then, the shimmering sound of the Mirror World resounded and he brought up his guard only to see something. It was indistinct but it looked like a person... Tsukasa frowned.]

Shinji? Ren? ... Kanzaki?

[No answer. The shimmer happened again as the glass rippled. Cautiously he stepped forward towards the glass, as the form reached out from the other side, and carefully his fingers touched it.

Bother?]


2. [Tsukasa sat in the empty kitchen, sipping tea. He was too high strung for coffee and he was looking over his shoulder.]

I'm just being paranoid... [He grumbled to himself, moving to do the dishes when a voice in his head spoke.]

Paranoid, or needlessly reckless? You know as well as I do, Tsukasa that you're always looking for ways to get hurt...

No that's not true...

Is it? Is it really? [That nagging voice in his head made him pause a little, looking up at his reflection -- pale face from the stress or tiredness, his hair wild, almost like... devil horns.] What could be so worrisome that you want to get away from it all again?

[Tsukasa hissed as he put his things into the sink with a clink of china.]

You can't escape from it, DCD...


3. Tsukasa stood in the middle of a field.

There wasn't anything for a moment, seconds before a missile impact slammed behind him, causing him to yelp and crouch down in shock. Fumbling for his belt, he found it missing as engines roared across the battlefield. Riders on bikes, Riders on foot, explosions everywhere.

From the skies, more Riders poured from it. Castle Doran swooped around firing beams. The DenLiner zoomed around train tracks preceding it. The machines of Faiz. The Riotroopers and ZECTtroopers storming the battlefield.

Tsukasa spun around as an answering force met them in this grand battlefield, explosions throwing up opponents. Brightly clashing colors, shadowy forms, more Riders poured forth from the world around them. And from it, more colorful forms, hundred, no, two hundred, no four hundred and more! There was more chaos and explosions rocking the world around him as slowly, they began to fall one by one.

The shadowy figures whooped and hollered even as their own ranks fell. A whirlwind of color and forms followed as Tsukasa clutched his head and screamed, "MAKE IT STOP!"

A wave of energy burst free from him, and everything came to a halt as he looked up, his hands trembling. A form floated in the middle of the air, silhouetted in pink light as he saw... himself? Maybe? The belt was the same but... A symbol of eagle claws clutching a world was burned prominently in his mind.

And as the last Rider fell to the chanting masses, Tsukasa awoke screaming loud enough to be heard across the civilian rooms of the Chalice, panting as he sat up in bed.

"Decade..."

Post-Mission freakout.

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[1]

Following taking a full blast of Therion's fear power (how a psychic-based attack affected an AI would be known only to someone who managed to study him), Casshern was rushed not to the infirmary, but to a tech lab. He was outfitted with a few restraints in case his Berserker Mode managed to still be active (spoiler alert: it isn't), with a few electrode like devices hooked up to his head.

The data feeding through proved that Therion's power was effective against Casshern. What happened to him was an AI's equivalent to a blue screen of death, with his AI performing an emergency shut-down to prevent a total crash. His memory was defragmenting, the last few things he saw being nothing but static. But in that static, at one point, and for only a split second, one semi-legible image was able to be seen, and is displayed on the screen. Literally nothing else can be recovered.

That image? This. But it's only barely decipherable with the amount of static.

[2]



Following the fighting, Casshern's finally starting to wake up. About an hour beforehand, he had been shaking violently in his sleep, as his AI's defragmenting process neared its end. By the time it reaches 100%, he sits upright, ripping the restraints right off of the side of the bed.

"L-Lu--!" he screams, stopping as soon as he realizes he's awake. He's panting, eyes wide, hair completely unkempt (yes, more than usual). A few seconds later he's getting a grip on himself, and looks down at his open hands on his lap. "I... I did it... I really did... I killed her..."