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Draco had been so relaxed with Kor being gone. There was absolutely no tension in his body. He was amazed at just how those saiyans-the Kors- could get him so riled up. It was the breed, no it was Kor. The family history with Kor was quite complete. Kor was a menace to everyone, especially the Dragons of the multiverses. It was this set of Kors' other self that made it impossible for any dragon to ever trust a Kor. This one seemed okay as far as wanting to hurt their kind, but still, he was the spitting image of the one his mother annihilated all those eons ago. If there was one thing he knew it was never trust a Kor entity any further than you could see or hear one. Although there had been no altercation between dragon and the Kor assemblage, there was still that chance. And if the saiyan did revert back to his others' mentality, then he would have to be dealt with accordingly. But for now, it was a quiet time and although the Kors had a rod up their asses about being so superior and demanding to run everything, the dragon prince warrior could let it slide. At least he could let it slide better than his sister could. He could hear her thoughts and she really doesn't like the Kor assemblage. One small slip up and KorB will be no more. The Father help KorB is he allows any harm to come to Fate Sedhor.

But for now, things were totally under control. There was no dragon rage brewing anywhere now, and that was fine with him.

Harbinger came out of his meditation and finally addressed the prince. When he asked about his name and nickname Draco smiled. "My official name given by the Father at the time of my birth was Draco, Prince. I got the nickname from him also. When he was instructing me and my sister in certain forms of fighting, when I got frustrated, I used to shoot fireballs at him. Of course, they didn't ever hurt him, he would always disarm them before they made contact with him. One day, I was out in the practice range doing my hand to hand skills when I was caught by surprise from behind. I turned and The Father was standing there. laughing at me for some reason. I asked what I was doing that was so amusing and he just said, you fight like your sister. At the time, I didn't take that as a compliment and huffed. That huff let out one of the biggest fireballs I had ever thrown, and it wasn't even intentional. Unfortunately, that fireball hit the surrounding facilities and they went up in flames. The Father was able to immediately put them out with little damage done to the property, but that's when he started calling me Burner. It's a family nickname and only used by my mother, twin sister and of course, The Father. Now, you and our other brothers here all know it. I must say, the nickname is appropriate because my choice of weapon to rid ourselves of an enemy is my fireballs. They are so powerful! But for the purposes of our missions here, please call me Draco. It's more fitting for a Royal who is going to be dealing with other Royals, don't you agree?"

After giving Harbinger the background on his nickname, he sighed. Although he maintained complete control of his emotions and his response was what one would expect from his high royal rank. Calmly he gave his assessment of Sedhor. "Sedhor has been a intrusion since he got here. He arrived and decided to more or less take over things. He dealt cards for all of us and then read, and in some cases, misinterpreted their meanings. My mother is most against Tarot cards of any sort and Sedhor's have a strange way of looking at things. Those cards gave Sedhor a poor impression of our kind and our meaning for being here. That could be why things have been so tense between him and us. I know that I would like nothing better than to burn those cards, but they are his only source of defense. Mother has threatened on more than one occasion to send him back to the Father and lock him in his room. He just won't take advice, advice I may add that comes via my mother from The Father. It was no lie that we are here now on a slightly different mission. We are definitely going to do away with this Kor/Reaper, but that is now the secondary mission. Our primary mission is to see to it that all three of you Fate Brothers stay safe. Like it or not, that's what we must do. And being warriors, we obey the instructions for our most high superior. As for his purpose here, it was supposed to observe, but he just cannot stay out of the fray.He took great pleasure in berating me after played with that mecha human Abaddon. I hardly broke a sweat defeating that thing. He never could break free of me and in the end, I ripped him apart. It was a nice sparring match, which ended with me taking his precious arm which was loaded with explosive and delivering it to one of Reaper's spy satellites. That's one less that can be used against us. But that's another story. Sedhor thinks of himself as a fighter. He carries a big sword that I only have known him to use once- when he murdered that local a little while ago. He has a nasty disposition for a Fate. And he pushed blame on others for his actions. "

But Harbinger had a deeper meaning to his question, "Sedhor's purpose was observation, by his own words, but his purpose has changed. Since coming to this forsaken place, he has gotten involved in matters. It's one thing to observe and seek out information, but he's not acting like a Fate. Fates are not supposed to have as much emotion as Sedhor has. He claims that I am hot-headed, reckless, and whatnot, but he's acting more and more like he claims I am acting. Aegil sent him to investigate that new entity. He used his cards wisely, until he actually had to interact with it. It turns out this Tessial is some kind of angel that also has borrowed a human body to maneuver around the multiverses. Sedhor did locate the entity but when another arrived, one that was found to be dangerous, Sedhor refused to listen to reason. He should have stayed with the angel and find out what he could, that was his mission. Instead, when we knew that the new intruder was extremely dangerous and it was going to take the three of us dragons, KorB and Scentrus to defeat this thing, Sedhor didn't heed my sister's instructions to remain inside with the angel and be safe. No, his curiosity got the better of him, and not even reading a card to see if it was safe, chose to interrupt the rest of our plans and get to the forefront. He put up a flimsy barrier with a few cards, but that was hardly necessary. There were already 2 barriers up. We were in no danger of being hurt. Had he stayed inside, that pink eunuch could have been done away with. As it turned out, that pink thing was being controlled by a third entity through a wormhole. That creature snatched it back before we could question it or destroy it. And Sedhor blamed everyone one of us for it getting away. In actuality, we had no control on that fact. When the angel got away, yes, my sister berated him for disobeying her orders to stay inside with the angel and keep the two of them safe. For this, our dear brother Fate get utterly upset, blamed my sister for a good many things and went on a tangent which cost an innocent citizen his head. It is our, that's my dragon family's opinion, that Sedhor wants to be front and center during all the intrigue. He wants to test his abilities against Kor/Reaper himself. And that is what has us upset. Sedhor was not trained like we were to be a warrior. Yes, he has some skills, but can the borrowed body he is using withstand that kind of mental and physical abuse? Sedhor thinks he is invincible, but he's not. So, does that answer your question? Oh, and just for your general knowledge, I can read your every thought. I am telepathic just like my sister and mother."

After that short interchange, Draco smiled at his older brother, then turned to look out the window of the vehicle. It was a bright sunny day, like it has been since they all arrived. The distance was all desert and as he extended his senses, he could indicate nothing out there except from nomadic citizenry. There wasn't a Reaper minion that he could sense, and even with his ability to read Abaddon's mind so clearly now, there was nothing from him to report. It wasn't worth mentioning to anyone that he now had an almost pure meca body. Besides, there was nothing anyone could do about it- until the real fighting began. Then, it would be interesting to see how long the dragon prince would need before tearing it up too. He sat back against the lush upholstery and signed. All was good and quiet for the moment and he relished every minute of it.

Tessiel

"Sure mate!" Tessiel observed the redhead walking away mumbling incoherent things, well that went far better than the last time, one down, another to go.

"Angel boy, I like that... " Tessiel shoved his hands in The Coat, also borrowed by the way, and tried to not pull out the little object that rest inside in one of its pockets. "well that's....".

For being a old angel sometimes little details escaped his observations skills, oh if his vessel's friend just knew....

"you had a new uniform!" He stated, avoiding the Kor's question. "And it's like the military dogs... you have the watch too?" Tessiel whispered like a curious child. "He also has one too?" He watched Sedhor meanwhile asking "oh oh oh.... and what are you national alchemist names?" He keep whispering trying hard to keep on control his excitement about this. "let me guess... you are the all fighting alchemist and him is the sour moody alchemist, right? right? Alchemist is cool! and I could be.... " Tessiel was ready to jump backwards and change his owns clothes to match the duo, but....

"The coat...." His voice sounded a little distante, as he remembered why he was wearing that black heavy as hell long coat. And all his plans were dismissed in that moment "No I can't do that, besides it will be so weird to change my cloths in the middle of the street. So what is the plan Mr all fighting alchemist?"

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Tessiel

"Atomic?" Tessiel barely covered his lips before his laughs escaped. "That's too wibily wobily for this world" But his laughs died at seriousness the other had scribed in his face.

"Seriously?? in all the questions of the world you stuck with that one?" Tessiel made his best offended face. "You should have choose Annoying Alchemist as your name, it's suits you better"

He pulled out his hands from his pockets, "I guess this will answer your question" The angel showed his hands, empty except for callous and old wounds like a magician would do, then flip his right hand and appeared his angel blade, Tessiel smiled before gave an applause, which made some sparkles jump from his hands and the angel blade that twisted itself into a ball.

"happy?" Tessiel asked throwing the ball into the air slowly and catching several times.



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Tessiel

"Not exactly...." The angel looked at the ball shining in its travel up and down, meanwhile pondering what exactly what was that keep him in this world. There were a lot of good reasons for sure, but Tessiel wasn't so sure about them, so he pick up the most vague answer off all he could think off.

"...you can call it, new orders, but at the first chance I have, be sure that I'm pretty leaving this bloody place"

As the ball ascended, Tessiel applauded again, the angelic metal ball changed its form once again once it touched Tessiel hand's, this time into the form of a silver pocket watch, with two triangles and something like a serpent engraved in its cover, but if someone tried to open it, it won't open. Tessiel put the angelic fake watch into one and his pockets, his other hand feeling the weight of that other object onece again, it grounded him some how and Tessiel liked to touched with his vessel's hands.

"and if you're asking what orders" Tessiel suddenly smiled big "those are spoilers, sweetie" blinking and start to walk in the same direction as Sedhor and Kor where heading in first place.

He could give the basic knowledge of alchemy to Kor with one single touch, but then, there was the possibility they'll kill him afterwards (and that was never an option meanwhile he was inside his vessel) and if Tessiel added to the formula that they were like Gods, they simply weren't in need of the alchemy at all.

So he opted for the hard, safely way: "There are three rules in the alchemy: Comprehension, Deconstruction and Reconstruction."




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Tessiel

"I'll could whisky you both inside the Fuhrer office" Tessiel said, a big smug smile plastering on his face "but it's seems that you and your moody boyfriend doesn't want a third wheel" He closed his eyes, hearing the radio angel, paying attention to the prayers, there were still some pleas of help and tiny half hearted prayers of gratitud toward god and some alchemist, and like a whisper, the tiny words, those bare audible words that pinpointed exactly what he needed.

"And since my orders are clear I should leave the happy couple on its merry way" Tessiel sprang his wings at their full length, "but of course if you should ever need me, just pray, works betters than mobile phone" and whit that Tessiel flight out from there.


He let his wings roam in the wind in the short time it took him to land, in what was a modern car of this world with luxury from other worlds. His landing was smooth and almost like he was ridding with them from the very begging, between the prince Draco and Harbinger.

"Hello mates" Tessiel pulled out his wrist watch to glance at the hour in the most casual of gestures. "Am I interrupting?"


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