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 Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 6:21 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Morning came much too soon, the bright light it blanketed the land with oppressive and unforgiving. It crept like a pervasive, virile harbinger of pain, awakening the denizens of a sleepy part of the world by way of shock and blindness. To one man, though, it was the most difficult morning of his life; to Fefnir, it was the first day of his life without Yuki.
He hadn’t slept that night. No, he’d been wide awake, thinking, planning, remembering every moment of his life with her up until then. His apprenticeship was always difficult, but he trusted her in all situations and all of her actions, knowing there was a purpose behind them that he may not understand fully, but was always the best option of those presented. Yuki was many times over the inspiration for all of Fefnir’s growth, emotionally and physically, and a catalyst for his prowess as a fighter. He had trained extensively with her for so long; it seemed almost like an entirely different life when compared to the captaincy he held. Now, he did nearly nothing during the day besides paperwork, when before, he would be out on the training courses, or sparring with one of the other squad members, as Yuki encouraged. Without her, he may have stayed an 8th seat forever, but because of her influence, he strove to do more, to be more, to live up to her expectations. He was more a bright eyed young upstart then (how typical for a seventeen year old), but under Yuki’s tutelage, he became the man he was today.
He was heartbroken.
Yes, this would be the first day in a long time he had been without his mentor and friend. She’d gone away to places unknown for reasons unvoiced. First, his fiancée Amie went missing, and now Yuki had left. It seemed there was not a single person there for him to rely on as wholly as he had on them. Already, his things had been packed away and moved to Squad 1, where some of the engineers of Squad 12 were busy re-working the architecture to mimic his old office, and he wasn’t allowed in until they were finished. He would have to act as a successor to one of the greatest shinigami of his generation, though he felt he could never fill her place.
Thoughts of the day before echoed through his mind, just as they had the entire previous night, and he sighed. The scarred chest of the young man rose and fell imperceptibly under a thick pile of blankets in various states of disrepair. His thick mat of carmine hair seemed hastily, almost without and thought, strewn over the pillow, some hanging off the arm of the large, similarly colored couch he rested on. A fire was roaring in the massive hearth across the room from him, adding more heat to the already sweltering conditions. Fefnir didn’t mind, though; he always slept like this. In fact, for the war raging in his mind, he seemed downright peaceful.
“YOU b*****d!” a thick Brittish accent screeched out over the massive desert that represented Fefnir’s soul, “OL KILL YOU! SOONAS I’M OUT, OL KILL YOU!” A dignified, booming voice, distinctively American, answered, “You’ll do no such thing, brother. Your master would never allow it,” A screech of anger followed from the first, and Fefnir, who had by this time felt something wrong and entered the place, used it to find the source, though he knew before he’d even started what was going on. A large phoenix lay in the sand, writhing around with a burning liquid gumming up his wings and holding them fast to his thin body. Just a little further away was a massive dragon sitting calmly, his scales shifting hue from cobalt to crimson in the sunlight. Just as Fefnir crested the dune and brought the pair into sight, another ear piercing scream, one that made the shinigami's eyes water with pain and clutch at his head to try and silence the horrid cry of anger his zanpokuto spirit Kaji was emitting. Another moment later, it was silenced with the advent of another spray of the gummy, burning liquid, applied directly to the phoenix's beak. In his deep, wizened voice, Arthion laughed softly as his twin spirit wriggled helplessly on the ground, unable to free himself from the dragon's fiery breath, and now unable to even threaten him. "You'll have to learn sooner or later that the elder is the head of the family for a reason," He announced with an edge of that same pride Yuki had, "He has with him experience, knowledge, and fortitude, whereas the younger hasn't yet learned these lessons, and is impulsive. Until you learn, you'll never be able to best me," Then, the zanpokuto spirit of his friend snorted and turned toward Fefnir, who had approached him by this time.
"Sounds a bit like me, huh?" the shinigami stated with a smile. He hadn't ever really been friends with Kaji since the damned thing wanted him dead, and it made him happy that his unruly spirit had been corralled by force, and forcibly silenced for once. He was already enjoying the company of this new spirit, though he wasn't altogether fond of the constant bickering he heard day and night from them. It made it nearly impossible to think sometimes, and other times, it made him think of things he wouldn't have ever considered had the two voices not mentioned it. Even simple things like tying a shoe were a bit more difficult to manage when you had a squawking bird and a roaring dragon arguing over which shoelace should go on top. Still, he managed to get along alright, even with the untimely distractions the two made. Sometimes he'd even answer them out loud and look like he was crazy, but it was the price he paid for wielding a piece of his first love's soul.
Arthion snorted, leaning toward Fefnir slightly to get a better view of the man, and laughed again upon discovering he even wore red clothes to sleep in. "Sure, all people have some parts in common, but you happen to have something this fool doesn't..." He motioned toward Kaji with his head as he said 'fool' to emphasize, and it elicited another furious muffled outburst from the phoenix. "And that thing is respect. Thus, you are superior to him," Another wave of anger from Kaji, and another soft, deep laugh from the black and red dragon, and a wave of gratitude in Fefnir as he was complimented by someone he respected greatly. Arthion had often been a source of advice for the shinigami back in his VC days, and it had definately payed of. In fact, it was something he said that planted the idea in him to pursue captaincy. The exact words had been lost to time, but it was the feeling those words instilled in him that he remembered. It was the kind of feeling that puts you on top of the world, no matter what's going on in your life. Certainly, if he could have, he'd have taken Arthion himself back when he and Yuki were first killed, but that wasn't how the cards fell. He'd been stuck with Kaji, and who was he to say it was a mistake? Maybe Kaji was really the one who could bring the best out of Fefnir, and could push him to new heights?
"OL RIP YER EYES OWT BOY!" Kaji screeched, his moth working itself loose of the burning oil.
So much for that idea.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:19 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X It took several hours to finally finish the fight between the two spirits, and it never even really got resolved. The solution was to manifest Kaji outside and keep Arthion in, partially separating them, or at least enough so that they couldn't argue very effectively. Still, it didn't stop the red and gold bird from trying. “Ol kill em. You know I will, Boy,” Kaji murmured to Fefnir as the shinigami and his phoenix seemed to float along the path to Squad 1’s dojo almost weightlessly. Fef had forgone wearing his extremely heavy fireproof uniform, instead choosing to sport his old street clothes, which consisted of a pair of gray cargo pants and a form fitting, black, long sleeved tee-shirt. He also left his sandals behind today, and instead wore his black Adiprene A3’s, the large, boot-like kind you can tell haven’t been in stores for a few years. In this style of clothing, his lithe form was accented, making even Fefnir’s thin, toned body seem built and muscular. It gave the illusion that he was much larger than he really was, and that was what he liked about it; it made him seem more imposing, not to mention his carmine hair and eyes of a matching hue were really accented by the dark colors of his outfit. However, it wasn’t this so much as the ripples of heat playing tricks in the air above his body, no longer constrained by thick layers of fabric. It gave him a rather dominant aura when in mixed company, so he generally avoided letting this energy seep out, and really emphasized how smooth his movements were. As always, Fefnir’s senses constantly scanned the area around him to see if anything was amiss. Small trees, gravel, a wooden fence, nothing very special… He thought, his head swiveling almost imperceptibly left and right, just enough to give him a clear view my shifting his gaze. Ah… the wind is just divine today! I can smell honeysuckle, and the chimes are ringing nicely around the other side of the building. It’s getting a bit cooler out as of late, though; autumn will be here soon. It can’t be more than sixty degrees outside today, at high noon. Why, I bet it won’t be…
“God, spare me your musings!” Kaji spat with that selfsame disdain, anger slowly rising again. “Can’t you just get your damn lizard to do what you want so we can go home? I mean, really? How hard can it be to corral that thing and make it work for you? My brother isn’t the brightest, after all, and by far not the best around here, not without that b***h to order him around…” Or, that’s what he would have said, had Fefnir not grabbed him by the neck halfway through ‘b***h’. “Don’t you ever… EVER… speak of her,” he instructed over the gagging and thrashing of the spirit, “You aren’t even worthy to know Yuki, much less insult her. If I ever hear you say something negative about her again, I will see to it that Squad 12 edits that out of you.” Then… FOOM! There was a tiny explosion of feathers, and a tiny chirping sound as Fefnir turned his hand over in awe. Kaji had done what all phoenixes did: he’d reincarnated from the ashes of his death at Fefnir’s hand. Oddly enough, all Fefnir could think was that Kaji deserved it, and hoped deep down that the bird would have a better attitude after he grew up. Then again, the two utterly loathed each other, so there’s a reason.
None of this had escaped Arthion by any means, and the dragon had silently been indignant about being referred to like some common tool rather than an elegant weapon, and even more so about his intelligence being insulted. When Kaji went so far as to include Yuki, though, he audibly told Fefnir, ‘How dare he!’. Still, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit when Kaji disappeared, only to be replaced by a tiny chick, and let slip the word, “Karma,” a moment afterward. “I know, right?” Responded Fefnir, who had dispelled Kaji to the spirit desert again, where he was quickly asked by the comparatively giant Arthion, “And who is weak and easy to control now?” A series of frightened cheeps were what came as an answer, but that wasn’t good enough. With one giant foot, he pinned the tiny chick to the ground, where it continually squirmed and cheeped, presumably for help that wouldn’t come.
Fefnir walked lightly into the dojo,noting that it had that lived in feeling a place gets when it’s used often, but also had the forlorn look of that use being a long time ago. It was practically empty at the moment, with not a soul stirring in the back rooms, though a couple of seedier looking shinigami were standing in front of it smoking quietly and talking over recent events in some far off district. There was always the option of telling them to get back to doing something constructive, but really, what was the point? Fef was never really the type of leader to micromanage those under him, so as long as their work got done and was done acceptably, he was fine with some slacking here and there. And really, though he liked to say he held himself to a higher standard than them, inside, Fefnir always felt he was rather ineffective as a leader and never even that great of a person. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong. Constant absence lent itself to low morale among his squad, and even though he couldn’t help it, Fefnir still felt terrible about his inability to make a positive impact in the lives of his fellow shinigami. All things considered, the captain was considering leaving the Gotei, retiring after a very short run simply due to a lack of aptitude for the position. Or he was, at least, until Yuki had shanghaied him into this. Now, he had the additional burden of acting in a way that she would find acceptable on top of the other issues he’d been having. And to top all that off, he’d have to learn to use a new weapon.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Arthion’s deep, rumbling voice echoed, “Are you going to get on with it, or not?” and the words were succeeded by dark chuckle, amused at the deliberation Fefnir had unintentionally been taking, hovering outside on the hardwood porch. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’…” The red shinigami replied aloud, sliding the door open with a sigh and jogged lightly through the long hallway within to the designated ‘dojo’ area, as if making up for lost time. The place was empty, save for innumerable signatures of reiatsu, like an assault on the highly honed senses of the captain. It was going to be hard to train in this place, but he’d be damned if he didn’t succeed. Failure just wasn’t an option. At least, not in this matter it wasn’t. Fefnir withdrew Yuki’s companion from his sheath slowly and with meticulous care, like he was made of glass and the tiniest flinch would shatter him, and placed the blade gently on the ground before sitting cross-legged next to him in the middle of the floor. With none of the reverence of the first blade, Fefnir pulled Kaji, sheath and all, from his belt and tossed him across the room. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Fefnir realized he would never hear the end of this ‘disgrace’ from Kaji later, but then in the front, he remembered that Kaji is a d**k, and that guilt was all but gone. Now, with the two separated physically, it would be easier to deal with the one in closer proximity, Arthion.
Fef took a deep breath and closed his empty red eyes, focusing on finding the center of his spiritual desert and visualizing himself there. Within moments, he felt the distinct sensation one gets when they’ve just looked down through a rather rickety bridge into the inevitably long and extremely jagged gorge below, quickly followed by the stereotypical villain cutting the bridge so that there’s nowhere to go but down, down, down…
THUD!
“Took you long enough.”
“Shut up, lizard."X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:59 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Recently, Fefnir’s inner world had begun a sort of transformation, reflecting the impact some of the other people in his life have had on him. When Amie had come, she had brought grass and flowers to one corner of her lover’s mind. With her disappearance, they had withered and died, leaving dry husks in the desert. Around the whole place, a stone wall had sprung up from Yuki’s pain and sorrow at the loss of Nagi, and her lashing out at her student had forced him to be above the emotional hurt she gave had. It was made of stone, and when inside, no sound could penetrate it. In the valley near the center, Xeion’s cheery disposition and philosophy had left wildlife around. Small animals like rabbits and other harmless creatures roamed and fed off the small bits of vegetation left, and his naiveté caused them to be the prey of coyotes, the skepticism that kept Fefnir jaded and unmoved by the plight of others. Hidden in that valley, there is a door, ornate and emblazoned with three symbols, those of Squads one, two, and nine, the places where all his practical knowledge was acquired. The door, firmly shut and locked, closes off a deep well of catacombs where all of the information countless hours of observation is stored in well sorted shelves, and a keeper of this knowledge stays within, always willing to help when he can. This keeper is modeled after Ryan Feldric, the tactician of the Sereitei, who always has his Intel prepared.
Just as these people affect the world Fefnir now stands in, they also have added something to him personally. Yuki gave him a pair of golden gauntlets, Amie added a silver ring with a purple stone hung around the neck with a matching chain, Xeion provided a pair of his trademark rule-of-cool goggles in red, and Ryan’s contribution is a book of logical philosophy and method.
There. Background accomplished. Now, on to the actual thing…
Fefnir stood quickly and brushed the sand out of his hair and off of his pale red uniform with a few quick passes of his hands, then turned to face the large dragon on his right. Pre-empting the statement on the shinigami’s mind, Arthion laughed and in his deep voice, somehow more commanding here than anywhere else, said, “You made a good choice by passing up the ‘let’s just wing it’ approach I was expecting you to do. Sometimes it’s just better to ask before jumping in headfirst. So, to make things short and sweet, here’s what you have to do before I’ll let you even use me as a sword…” He gave a slight nod, and a dull glowing sphere hovered around from behind the large creature. The light seemed to be centered on a box-like object, and with a small flash, the glow was gone, leaving what seemed to be a simple box made of wood. Fefnir gave a quizzical look first at the container, then the dragon (who was smiling already), and back to the container. “So… what the hell is it?” he asked, taking the thing in his hands and shaking it a little, finding that there was something inside of it. “That,” Arthion answered, “is a puzzle box. I love a good puzzle, so I figured I should torture you with one. Solve that, and you can actually use me in combat, but don’t expect any more help right now. Maybe somewhere down the road I’ll be nice and teach you something else, but I don’t feel like you’ve earned it yet,” At Fefnir’s dumbfounded look, Arthion added, “You’d better get at it if you’d like to be done this century,”
Under his breath, Fefnir muttered, “Smartass lizard…” But nonetheless, he did get to work on the puzzle. It seemed to just be an ordinary box, but upon further inspection, he realized: “It won’t open!” His first inclination was to just break the damn thing, but of course he knew that would never work. It was too easy, and too obvious to be the way to do it. The first hint he got toward opening the thing actually came as a complete accident just after that. He was rotating the torture implement when he happened to drop it, and when a panel popped out, Fefnir thought he’d broken it! He looked closely, and noticed many cracks along the surface. With that, he discerned the nature of the puzzle. He would need to slide each of the wood panels in some way in order to open it. “Aha!” the shinigami exclaimed, happy with the discovery, “I’ll have this done in no time flat!”
Four tedious hours filled with obscenities and mocking dragon laughter later…
There were piles of paper and pencils provided by the Keeper scattered everywhere, many with lists of steps and diagrams of the box, if you could call it that anymore. There were so many panels at so many different angles that it looked more like a mace ball minus the chain. Bandages were covering Fefnir’s hands where thinner slats had stabbed and cut him multiple times. “And…. Here!” He announced for the umpteenth time, but this attempt, he was SURE he had it. There was a loud SNAP! as all of the panels shot back together, and with a dull sound of sliding wood on wood, the top of the box slid open to reveal….
A ******** RUBIK’S CUBE.
PRE-SCRAMBLED.
Then he looked a little closer and realized that there were nine small squares across instead of the usual three, and that each of those tiny squares was split in half diagonally…
Fefnir wept.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:14 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Given the difficulty of a regular Rubik’s Cube for those who haven’t bothered to memorize algorithms, it should come as no surprise that Fefnir was absolutely clues as to the way he should go about solving his supercube. In a moment of weakness, he attempted to leave it there before he broke it, but after the intense taunting and mockery Kaji and Arthion (UNITED, for once, but what a bittersweet victory!), he came back and shifted the puzzle with newfound fervor.
Now, as interesting as it would be to detail and epic struggle between the cube and our hero, nothing of any real concern actually happened during this time. So, no such luck, I suppose. We’ll skip to the important part, when he solved the damned thing, and how he did it.
So, around three weeks after he’d solved the box puzzle, Fefnir was still working on solving the Rubik’s Cube on steroids. He’d really had no direction in his effort, and was yet to make any progress at all. It was just too complicated for him. So, he resolved to take a break from it, and give himself a rest. Mentally, the red captain was just burnt, and he was starting to get hungry, as he was in his longest stretch without a break (five days) as of yet. Thus, it was with draining morale and motivation that he sat there in the dojo with a distinctively American plate in front of him: a juicy, succulent hamburger topped with copious amounts of bacon and a side of fries. With all the ketchup he had on his plate, it looked like a dinnertime murder had happened more than the preparation for a meal, but it was just the way he liked it.
Taking a small piece of fry that hadn’t gotten thoroughly covered with tomato products, he flipped it softly into the air and caught it in his mouth, chewing lightly as he considered his options. Well, I could always keep at it… maybe Arthion wants to test my dedication? And I guess if I keep trying, I might make some actual progress or something. Or… and the utter deviousness of his idea made Fefnir grin, I could cheat! Tonight, I’ll go out on the internet and see if I can’t find a way to solve the infernal thing! He grabbed the burger up and took a large bite out of it. Life was good.
Much later, after darkness had fallen, Fefnir crept lightly toward his Sereitei-issued laptop, and with a soft whir, it booted up. Captain-class access to the internet on earth gave him a world of opportunities to find the answer to his dilemma, and the late hour meant little to no interference. Soon enough, he found exactly what he needed: move-by-move instructions generated by the position of seven key triangles. He delved back into his personal world as quietly as he could, and to his delight, discovered both Kaji and Arthion were sound asleep. Silently, he memorized the essentials, but just as he was about to leave, a deep voice shook the whole place. “No! You can’t!” Fefnir must have jumped three feet in the air, but was relieved when he heard an equally deep snore follow the exclamation. Must have been talking in his sleep… Fef thought as he pulled himself out and entered the configuration into his laptop.
The next day, Fefnir solved the puzzle, and just as the satisfaction was setting in, Arthion told him, “Sometimes getting help is the best option. I’m glad you learned that. I’m just surprised you were so stubborn!”
“Hey, it worked!” He answered, his excitement growing larger and larger, as was his smile, “That means I can wield you, right?....right? ……………Right?!” But Arthion neglected to reply. Instead, he shook his head, clearly in a mixture of shame and mild disgust at his new wielder’s demeanor. He gave only the slightest growl, and clearly he wasn’t terribly excited to be used by someone like Fef. He was only twenty, still a boy really, not responsible enough to have too much power, and in Arthion’s opinion, he’d probably let such power go straight to his head or something equally stupid.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 12:50 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X It was after several weeks of practice and technical work that Fefnir finally got up enough gumption to actually ask Arthion the question that had weighed on his mind from the moment he had gotten the ability to wield the sealed form: "So, now that I've got this work in and all, and since I know your name already..." he began, but was quickly interrupted by the dragon.
"No you don't," his deep voice replied simply, almost defiantly.
"Uh, yeah, I kinda do. Yuki said your name like a million times since the time I met her. You're _______." He stopped. There was something wrong... "...huh? I said, your name is _______! _______!! Why in the hell can't I say _______?!" Every time the boy attempted to say the dragon's name, the word didn't come out. He could feel himself say it, and he knew that he was saying the right thing, but he couldn't comprehend it when he said the name. The dragon merely chuckled.
"You severely underestimate my powers over you, Fefnir," the dragon intoned, "Did you think it was beyond one such as myself to limit my presence in your memory, even until you forgot my name? You're going to have to EARN that name. No cheating this time, just work." A solemn growl was all that was offered after that, despite pleading with the creature for the better part of an hour.
Eventually, it was decided the direct method was not working at all, so Fefnir decided to see if there was anything, any hint he could get, of the dragon's name. The first choice was obviously Kaji, since he and the dragon were related, but the answer he got was less than helpful. In fact, the whole situation pretty much ******** him over more. "____, can you tell me... Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" The bird had adopted the same tactic as the dragon. Now, neither could be called on.
"Consider it punishment, you t**t," the bird explained ever-so-smugly, "This is what you get for strangling me. I'll let you remember when you've got your goal accomplished. Until then, sod off,"
So, he headed over to his memory banks, the annals of his mind, and pulled the nigh-invisible door open, stepping inside onto the staircase hidden by the darkness inside and shut the door behind him. It was colder in the giant stone catacombs, and the stairs were rather steep, but he made it to the bottom without much problem. There, in the center of the circular formation of shelves, he saw, instead of the usual Ryan Feldric clone standing there, a man in a white suit. The stranger gave a kind wave toward the captain, even announcing in a pronounced southern drawl, "The guest of ohnah! Niceh yeh ta join meh tahday, Capten Fefnah. What can ah help yeh with?"
The red shinigami was a little surprised at how cordially he'd been greeted, but he smiled and replied, "I'm here to do a little research. Would you mind directing me to the files on my old teacher, Yukimaru?"
"Whah no sehr, It would be no trouble at ahl. Ah'll have 'em for yeh in no tahm flat," And with that, the man in white turned on his heel and strode away into the darkness. Having come here frequently since discovering the place, he knew the layout well, and knew that the receptionist was heading back to the sensitive files area to fish out what he was looking for: a personnel file on one of the most influential people in his life.
No time flat was an understatement. The southern gentleman was back almost as quickly as he'd left, a thick book in hand, red bookmark standing out from the side, marking a specific line in the text for reference. He laid the book open on the stone of the central point of the library, which also acted as a sort of desk, and allowed the guest to peruse the contents at his leisure. Of course, though, something had to be up with it. Maybe it was the altered perception that had changed the receptionist, but he suspect the caretaker he remembered was more than likely trapped somewhere and this substitute placed here by the bird or the dragon, or both, though they weren't likely to work together. That much he remembered.
Flipping the book open, he scanned through passages that might be relevant to the name of her zanpokuto, and quickly had his hopes dashed. The moment he came across anything that might be slightly useful, the letters faded away into whiteness, unable to be read. "GOD DAMN IT!" He exclaimed, slamming the book shut, "Those ******** spirits are pissing me off!" Then, an idea hit him: He flipped the book open, found the blank section, and turned the book toward the man in white. "Read this out loud for me," he ordered, and the man obliged. Of course, the expected happened: "____ ___ _________ __ _ _____ _ _ __ _ __ __ ________ _ __. Anehthing else for ya, sah?"
"No, no, I think I've gotten about everything I can handle at the moment..."
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"Damn it..." Fefnir mumbled to himself as he lay on the red leather couch in his office, cushioned by a large white fleece blanket, "I'm gonna have to do this the hard way? Really? This is way too much hassle for something so simple. I've just got to do it the simple way. There's only two ways to go about it: ask the spirit, which didn't work, or get so ******** up in battle that the spirit has to intervene to save your life. Looks like number two is my lucky number today,"
So, he summoned up two hell butterflies and sent them on their way over to two of his fellow captain, Ryan Feldric, to ask for his assistance.
Arthion wanted him to earn shikai the old fashioned way? He'd do it the old fashioned way, alright.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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