[M][Namek] The Tempest

[Mal Nova]

"We need to split up!"

Maleficus Nova looked at the leader with confusion. He wanted to speak, but he haulted himself. He knew little about the couple and they knew little about him. Perhaps splitting up was a good thing. THey all had communicators if they needed and he had other means of communication as well.

"Fine. The Guardians will remain to cover our tracks and fight as they can." Lets split up and hope we can destroy this airship before it is too late. We'll plant the bombs where we can and we will detonate them sm hour after after the first is placed. I Hope you guys can do whatever it is you are suppose to do." Nova handed Juno a timer and Juno nodded and turned away.

The Namekian was quick to vanish and the group parted ways. Juno and Juliet were left to do their own thing, while the Mystics marched on. Among the Mystic group though was the explosion expert, Talysyn. She was younger then Talysyn and had signed a contract under The Horsemen. She was younger then Tamsin by a few years but the red haired specialists seemed to make the Servus warrior jealous. THe simple fact though was Suzaku, Nova, and the other mystics needed to assist the lass in planting the bombs.

The Demon was now with his own people alone and he knew of their complications. It was obvious to everyone else that if it came down to the two girls, that Nova would choose Tamsin over Talysyn but the silver haired girl was blind to it all. Desoin had read the minds of his foes and the Invader group moved through the hallways for a while without interaction. They all bore the colors of the Invaders and would pass for them unless spoken to. Desoin, who was attempting to crack the entire languuage seemed frustrated at it all, but had seemed to decipher enough to speak if he needed to.


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The crimson wearing Mystic appeared in front of the dark tunnel. He shook his head, always baffled by how this one could live so easliy alone, no other forms of light, and purely in the dark. Enroshia knew that it all was pretty much symbolic of the many aspects that made this one in to the single entity that he was.

The solitude, by its self, represented his interpretation of his hinships heritage for findings oneself by meditation. It allowed him the peace and serenity needed to concetration as he searched deep within. The darkness represented his soul. He was said to have a dark heart, with a lust for killing, but that was never the case. If they knew him they'd know that he had a lust for intrigue and a challenge. Killing was just a deeper part of him that was a release from the pain and anguish he had endured.

The lack of life around him, was symbolic to what he was considered to be; The Reaper, the Harbringer of Death. He had traversed the path as a life taker for many years before he had taken on the egyptian gods and had been bestowed the powers as such, though long before he had taken on similar appearances. It all started shen he became a Horsemen after being brought back to life, his purpose was to save lives, while taking lives in attempts to keep Heaven and Hell, both happy. It was a charge he had been given by the Arbitrator and he had carried it out well enough.

As well though, the lack of life surrounding him was also out of fear and respect. Sure many years had passed since his name was spread far and wide, and only a few tales got brought up about him every once in a while either in a tavern or someone telling a scary ghost story.

The white haired Mystic could only smirk at the similarities of this mature warrior and his off spring, but he also knew well of theis differences, "I'm not coming in, so you may as well come out. Last time I tried I tripped over a stalacite, or stalagmite, what ever the other is called!"

Enro listened though he knew that this one was as quiet at a hunting cat, if not quieter. It was what made him so well in the dark, not to mention his keen sense of hearing. Out from the mouth of the cave, soon emerged the Emerald Fiend. His cowl wasn't pulled over his head because he didn't need to hide anything from the Mystic. The Namekian wasn't an elder, but the signs of a hardened warrior were etched upon his face. He looked up to the skies, not needing to meet the eyes of his comrade and watched at the stars.

It wasn't just stars that Retane saw, but rather it was lights from airships. Invaders had come to Mercy, and from his understanding, Namek as well. He had been asked if he'd assist and though he gave thoguht about it, he had decided agaisnt it. Enroshia had told him that Respawne had come out of his own hole and was attempting to make a name for himself. It was not only a name for his son, but an attempt to surpass his own. Retane knew that that wasnt the route to take, but some people had to learn the hard way. The hard way would get him killed.

"So many have crossed over since this started." Retane had the Mark of the Reaper and he could discern when people crossed over and even track them in the afterlife. It was a gift bestowed upon him with his Mark,

"You know tyou want to join in and assist." Enro teased.

"I do but they call themselves mercenaries and assassins, They should be able to handle themselves if they are qualified. If not then perhaps they should be removed from their class." Retane was blatant and to the point, though he knew he would never just let his home go.

"And what of your son?" Enroshia had to ask.

"He's going to get himself killed. Just like the rest of them." The answer was honest and pure.

Enroshia only shook his head, "Maybe, but I'm here to try and stop that."

Retane looked back to the skies, " Well, lets hope your plan is good."

Enroshia shrugged,"It's not as if it is good or not, but the question is what the hell is going to happen?"

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