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"Hallo. This is the Samadueanna, Diyaka Remika speaking, what's up?" the cheerful voice of a seven year old boy answered the phone. Wait Remika? wasn't that Rouge's last name?

Diyaka blinked a few times. "Rogue? Oh! You mean Rouge! I'll get her" he told the man, holding the phone against his chest. "MOMMY!!!!! SIMON IS ON THE PHONE" the boy called.

Rouge picked up the phone in a moment. "Yes, Simon? What's up? Did you find weird objects with your children?"

"They've been turning up randomly with some kids. Sometimes it's the murder weapon and sometimes it's a weapon that belonged to the deity that was close to them during their death. You'll have to come up here. Since there are 3 of them, you may wanna just bring them so no one gets in trouble"

"Just get everything near to eachother and it'll teleport up when we bring you here." Rouge said with a nod.

When the children, Simon, and the weapons were teleported to the ship they were faced with an interesting scene. The tall blonde was sitting at a table with a small boy. The two had similar noses and skintones. But he was short and she was not. Also she was blonde and he had long black hair as well as large purple eyes. The two were playing checkers.

Next to them, in a small crib, was a baby girl with snakey red hair, fast asleep. She ddin't seem to want to be disturbed.

Learning against a wall with a strange chart before her was a short woman. She had long silver bangs and a short flipped up part to the back of her hair. The chart Seemed to have a bunch of names written in groups in what was probably that woman's handwriting. Turning she nodded to Simon. "You can put the children down on the floor. There's nothing really to hurt them. Though I will need to see those weapons."

Dartsmoore, the silver haired woman, looked at each weapon, nodded, and put something on her lists.

"Well these connect to your children's pasts. Each were part of a society of scholars and magic users of a sort. A few other deities were part of the group. Epicurus as you call him was the Archmage persay." Dartie told him with a nod, picking up the broken weapon. After holding it for a moment the two broken bits glowed a strange reddish color and then...the staff was whole. "This was his staff. Most likely your daughter had been repairing it for him when she was killed."

"Probably the deity of plasma's. He was one of the few deities of a similar state of being to them. He was a member of the group as well. Someone probably went through their main building and just killed each individualyl. The killer probably killed plasma, then dark essence, light essence and finally the archmage himself."

"Well one of two things. You could leave the sword here so I can give it to the guardian of it's owner later on. But the staves you can keep and just put away for them when they're older." Dartsmoore said with a nod