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Elsewhere, in one of the many towers linked together in an intricate web of bridges and arches....

"Nyuuuuuu! You owe me BIG time, Tapistri!" a high pitched, unmistakably feminine voice called out from behind a rather tall stack of papers.

"Just because you hate paperwork doesn't mean it's my fault, Sili." a deeper female voice called out from a small room. A moment later, a woman with gray skin and a long white dress entered the room with a stack of papers in her arms. Her black eyes moved to a stack of papers sitting on the desk where the lighter voice had come from and rested there a moment. "Besides, it IS your job to do this kind of stuff, isn't it?" she asked a bit chidingly, jerking her head back to let a strand of light gray hair move out of her face.

The papers on the desk suddenly exploded off of the desk, and a very pale girl stood behind the desk with her hands over her head. "I knoooooow..." the pale girl whined. "But I hate this much work at once! I mean, if I had like a day to plan for it, this wouldn't be so bad..." she continued as she ran her fingers through her silver hair with the pink dyed ends. "I was supposed to go out on a date with my Poo-Poo tonight. This is going to take FOR-EVER!."

"So go buy yourself the latest in fashion tomorrow and take him on a surprise date." Tapistri sighed as she set the stack of papers in her eyes on the desk. "This is important."

Soliloquy made a face at her gray friend, then crossed her arms. "Hmph. You're only giving this thing top priority because the kid said that it would help out Terragon..."

Tapistri suddenly blushed. "I..that is...of course not!" she said, then straightened herself out. "We need to find replacement counsel asap! This has nothing to do with...well, it kind of does, but that's not why I'm doing this. It's our job to do all the-"

"Oh please. I mean, where was the memo on this? I for one want to know what exactly happened that we have to do this right now. Couldn't the counsel just call home and..."

"No, they can't." Sholeh called out as she slowly entered the room with a stack of papers herself.

"Why not? You haven't told us anything other than we need to find replacements asap."

"Yes..." came a deep, rather monotone voice from one of the doorways. "I was wondering that myself.
In the doorway, stood a man with small black eyes in a long black and white coat over a gray suit. His black beard and mustache was neatly trimmed, his black hair was trimmed and brushed straight back to perfection. Even the four long streaks of white that ran through it were perfectly in line. His skin was as white as could be...except for the large black patches that encircled his eyes.

All three girls turned towards the man, blinked, and the papers slid out of Sholeh's hands.

"Well then, I'll put it to you this way. If you don't go out and help Xaio, then I'll go out myself! I'll put myself directly between him and Spectre if I have to. How about that?" Cantata spat out at Terragon.

For a second or two, Terragon simply stood and stared at her, as if he didn't know how to respond to that. Other than...
"I...I can't." he replied quietly.

"What do you mean you can't? Can't, or WON'T?"

"Can't would be the best answer." an older male voice replied for Terragon.
All three beings turned to find Terragon's father standing near the entrance of one of the various rooms of the small building.
"That planet is completely out of our jurisdiction. We have no right to disturb anything that goes on there. This includes X. I realize that the blame should go entirely to the former Abolisher, but not only has he already been dealt with, most of his wrongdoings have been taken care of. Everything else that has happened there falls entirely on Xaio's shoulders. We have no right to interfere."

Cantata glared at him for a beat, obviously still fuming over the lack of support for Xaio, but she didn't dare snap at the other man. "So you're not even going to help? If I bring him here, will you help THEN?" she said in a rather controlled sounding tone.

The older man gave her a bit of a look. "I suppose something will have to be done. Unfortunately we'd have to discipline Xaio in the end anyway. Along with you for endangering our planet." he replied.

// Because I’m too lazy to type out all the events that lead up to this…I’m just going to have an uber time-skip. razz //


Terragon and his father stood outside the doors of a large floating building. They had left the hidden sanctuary, after a rather lengthy discussion with the young Goddess of Creation, and a small discussion with Sholeh about a new form of "Games", and arrived at a secluded home in one of the planet’s…well the closest word for it would be forests. The area could be considered rural by Human terms. Perhaps the home of a Hermit wouldn’t be too far off.

Everything around the floating home was dark, save for a faint lavender light that illuminated one of the upper rooms. Terragon stood with his arms crossed and his cape draped over his figure, leaning against the column supporting the corner of the porch roof. His father stood in front of the door, waiting patiently for the owner of the building to come to the door. His posture was firm and strong, yet gave off a subtle hint that this was his relaxed posture.

After what seemed like a good fifteen minutes, there was finally a bit of clattering from behind the door. A few clicks, clacks, and metallic cracks. Then the door finally opened, revealing a rather…wide man. He was a large man, probably never preformed any heavy lifting in his life, but his height evened everything out. His head was bald, and it appeared that any hair he once had made the decision to move to his uncombed teal beard, which was long enough to betray his probable age. His skin was a golden color, and it seemed to almost glow from behind his dark purple house robe that he wore. The small glowing orb that he held in his hand, serving as his light, probably helped with the illusion. His lavender eyes rested on the former deity, and a smile instantly curled around his face.
“Libran!” the man called out as he fully exited the home, bare feet and all. ”By the seven rivers, you haven’t aged a day since we last met.” he said, stopping in front of his old friend.

”I wish our reunion would have been under better circumstances, my friend. I apologize for coming to you at such a late hour.” the father replied.

”It’s quite alright.” the man said, shaking his hand. ”I sleep far too many hours a day anymore. Please, come in. You’ll have to excuse the mess…I never was much for cleaning.”

Libran smiled faintly, then turned his eyes towards Terragon, who was still standing in the corner of the porch. ”Plutonis, you’ve met my son, Terragon, correct?”

The yellow being turned to look at him, then smiled widely. ”Yes. I haven’t personally seen your boy since he was…well, a boy. I haven’t seem much of anyone since retirement. You’ve been doing a fine job, son. A fine job.”

Terragon shifted uncomfortably. ”Yeah…thanks.”

”Actually…” Libran began. ”That’s what we’ve come to talk to you about.”

”Well, come inside and you can fill me in on everything.” the man in the robe replied, ushering the other two inside the house.

Rather than answer her question, Plutonis asked the young being to have a seat in one of his relatively clean chairs. There, he explained the situation on both Earth and this planet.

"And that's why I summoned you. This is your home world, so you should be more than allowed to do what needs to be done here. And if Cantata gets herself into trouble in Earth, that should count as well, right?" the older man asked hopefully.

Ubi blinked a moment, then tilted her head down and wrapped her fingers around her chin. "Uuuuu....home I can do. But Earth....that's an entirely different matter. One that sounds like it needs to be dealt with though. Strange...why was no one aware of what was going on there?" she asked, looking back up at the man.

"Because...a former high-class Arcane is currently there. She's been there for most of the time." the man replied, rather uncomfortably.

Ubi's expression turned into obvious interest. "Oh? Who is it? As far as I know, most of our higher classes are in study or meditation."

"She's actually a former Arcane who was never officially dismissed. She was caught in the midst of the "Tragedy."

If anything the girls interest sparked. "Oh? Who? If it was a freed Arcane, then surely someone knew that they were there."

"I believe she goes by the name of Alcina now."

The girl tipped her head to the side. "I don't recognize it. She wasn't in any books then. Did she do something to break the code? Because I haven't read that much on the list of those who have failed the code."

"I'm sorry, but can someone please explain to me what's going on?" Terragon chimed in, leaning forward in his seat with his arms crossed. He had no idea what they were talking about.

The other three turned to look at Terragon as if he lived under a rock or something. Ubi looked rather insulted and huffed as she flopped back in her seat. "Well...I guess our practice is rather small...." she mumbled to herself.

Plutonis smiled a bit. "You know of the planet that was destroyed, correct? Well, a few of it's inhabitants were away on various business trips when the event happened. A few of the people that were gone were part of the planet's...oh what would be a word for it? Anyway, it was a group of women who grew their powers and abilities and acted as the planets...psychics and priestesses would be the closest thing I suppose. Sorceresses Supreme. Yes. They were part of a group that lived in solitude and went around taking care of problems that couldn't be done by others. As long as they were for the greater good of course. The ones who missed the death of the planet continued their practice, and began the group anew. They no serve many planets rather than just one, but there are few members of the group, so it's not surprising that you've never heard of them. Ubi is under the rank of Seraphim, the...second level one can reach. Higher classes of Seraphim train under those who have reached the next rank. The difficult to obtain title of Arcane. A "higher-class Arcane" are Arcanes who are very, very close to moving onto one of the the highest ranks of their practice. Had the planet survived, Arcanes would have been considered the most one of the most powerful beings on the planet. There was another group like them of course. A male populated one. It failed to survive the ages though."

Terragon blinked. "So they're basically powerful beings that go around and help those who need it most?"

"That would be the gist of it, yes." his father replied.

"We're a highly private and special group!" Ubi snapped.

"Don't take offense to it Ubi. Remember that in this day and age not many people find great power impressive." Plutonis said with a smile.

Ubi huffed and sank back into her chair.

"So then...if Alcina was traveling around with X and she was supposed to help those that needed it. Why didn't she do anything?" Terragon asked.

"Isn't that answer obvious?" Libran replied, arching a brow. "And off topic. I believe we should get back on track and discuss the problem rather than trivial bits."

"Right. Ubi, what would you suggest?" Plutonis asked, turning back towards the girl.

"Well...I certainly have no right to do anything about Earth. I'd have to ask an Arcane. Given what you've said about the former Arcane being there, I'm sure more than one higher class will return with me." Ubi replied, standing up from her seat. "I'll be back with some news or help." she said, then vanished in a cloud of pink smoke.

( enter Exo from Hell )


”Well then, I suppose there is one person that is already on earth that we could use to watch over they young Creator for the time being.” Tsuritsa mused.

”And who would that be? Once Cantata has her mind set on something, she usually won’t let anything get in her way.” Terragon asked in a rather skeptical tone.

”She is still friends with Exodus, is she not? I’m confidant that he will be able to keep her level headed enough to not rush into anything dangerous.” the woman replied.

Terragon blinked a moment. ”Exodus? You mean that man she used to spend time with when she was younger? After X appeared, she spent considerably less time with him. She hasn’t even spoken of him in years. I’m not sure she’d be swayed to do anything for him.”

”Exodus will be able to keep her level headed, at least. Trust me on this. The man has very odd ways, but when he puts his mind to doing something, they somehow manage to get done.” she said with a small smile.

”But, I’m not sure he’ll be able to do anything right now.” the blue clad child beside her said. That Spectre being is destroying one of his energy field worlds. He’s in considerable pain right now.”

”Then we’ll just have to bring him here and fix him, won’t we Lulu?” Tsuritsa said with a small smirk, looking down at her young sister.

In another burst of blue energy, a new figure appeared in the center of the large room. Bent over, holding his skull head, and swearing up a storm. ”For the love of ****ing **** **** ****ing *****, make it STOP!! Six ****ing months of ****ing **** ****-”

The being’s rant came to a slow silence as the pain in his head suddenly diminished. He seemed to blink (but being a skull, couldn’t), then looked to his side. Jaelle was standing beside him with her hand on the side of his head. ”Is that better?” she asked gently.

He paused a moment. ”….yeah. Thanks.” he replied. After another moment, he turned and really got a good look at the room around him. ”Um….where am I? More importantly what am I doing here?”

”We need to ask a favor of you, Exodus.” Tsuritsa replied.

Exo turned and looked at the other woman, then gazed around at the others in the room. ”Oh, never mind. I know where I’m at.” he said, then looked back at the woman. ”So, what do you need?”

”We need you to watch after the Creator and make sure she keeps from doing anything foolish, or falls into a dangerous situation.” she replied.

Exo seemed to perk up instantly. ”Creator? You mean Cantata?”

With a flash of lavender light, the group that had been residing in Plutonis’s guest room appeared inside a large, grand hallway. What could be seen of it anyway. The large hall was dark…ominously so. The only light or sound that could be heard was muffled and dimmed behind a large stone door in front of the group. There seemed to be a lot of quiet commotion coming from the other side.
The women stood and watched the three men expectantly. They were the ones who had to be in charge for the moment, so they’d have to simply follow until they needed to speak. Plutonis stood dressed in a purple and green robe, and a jeweled and feathered wrap on his head. He straightened out his cloak, and sighed deeply. Clearly, this was not something that he wanted to do. At all. Libran looked back at the others a moment, his expression a bit grim in comparison to his usual no-emotion. With a heavy sigh, he turned and looked at the door.

They’d planned for something like this…they all knew how things would go if something like this happened. All of them knew. This should be a simple relay information, vote on a few things, then get everything straightened out. But…planning on something happening….and actually having the event happen….were two completely different things. Now to explain to his former colleagues why their children were dead. This wasn’t going to go smoothly. At least not easily. Some of them probably already knew, the rest of them didn’t have the power to know.

With a small grunt, he marched forward and pushed open the large doors.

He was immediately met with the bright light that had been blocked by the doors, and a sudden hush came over the chaotic commotion. The room was even taller than the hallway, and had even more grandeur. There was a very long, well decorated table in the center of the room, lined with chairs that were crafted very differently. Most of the people in the room were already seated, others were standing in small huddles, and some…apparently had yet to arrive.
Everyone…was staring at Libran, but no one made a sound.

Finally, someone standing to the right of the door did break the silence. “Well…should we start or wait?”
There stood a man with blue-gray skin wearing a black and blue outfit that seemed to be made from the night sky itself. His hair was black strips that ran along his head and twisted into purple and blue braids that were as long as his cape.
Beside him, with her hands curled around his arm, was a woman with pale white skin. She wore a dark lavender velvet dress that draped over one shoulder. The bottom of the dress faded into a dark glow that matched that of the large gemmed crown she wore in her faded purple hair. Her black eyes locked onto Libran’s for a brief moment, then over to her husbands. She seemed calm, but her dark lips were curled into a tight frown.

Libran hesitated a moment, then moved towards them. “Izel.” he said, nodding towards the man. “Emelda.”

“Libran.” Izel greeted. “So…some people have yet to arrive. Should we start? Many of us are…uneasy. Perhaps you should at least explain the situation better. Keep everyone calm.”

“Calm…” Libran repeated quietly. “Are they that-”

“Everyone knows that their children are dead because of an outside being. They also know that he came here for…vengeance? They don’t know what really happened, but most are pointing the blame at-”

“Well of course we’re pointing the blame!” a man at a table snapped. “Thorne was a troublesome seed when he was a child, and he never outgrew it! This is HIS fault!”

“No, it’s that being he made a deal with years ago. That’s why this happened!” someone else shouted angrily.

“It’s because of those stupid games! I told you all, didn’t I? We should have changed it years ago! But nooooo, we’re all traditionalists! It’s been done since-”

“My child NEVER promoted the games! She was one of the few who always voted against it. Why did SHE have to die?! Why did-”

“Everyone, please.” Libran called out, gesturing for everyone to quiet down. “Calm down. I’ll explain everything I know.” he said, glancing over to make Plutonis and the others had entered the room and moved to the corner.

“And why is your boy alive?” someone shouted, ignoring him.

“And the Creator? We can tell that they’re fine.” someone else shouted as the room returned to it’s humming roar of chatter.

“Yes, why are they the only ones that survived?”

“I’m telling you, it’s the Abolisher’s fault, He’s the one that-”

Suddenly the room fell quiet…..

Now standing in the doorway was a woman. Well, female being anyway. The woman’s skin and hair were a mix of brown, red, and black colors. Her ears were pointed and poked out through the tuffs of her hair. Two long, sharp horns curved around the back of her head. Her dress was simple and black, but the edges were torn and burn. The “shoes” she wore looked more like padding for her feet, as her clawed toes poked through them…the same for the gloves she wore over her hands.
Her black eyes looked about the room a moment, her black lips curled into an even grimmer frown than that of Emelda’s.

“Baara…” someone in the room whispered.

“Well?” she growled. “Why so quiet? Don’t stop talking about what a horrible person my dead child is just because I walked into the room.”

No one said a word.

Her black eyes looked about the room once more. They were completely calm, but had a grimness to them that frightened nearly everyone they rested on. Finally, they rested on the Balancer and Creators. Without bothering to look at anyone else, she walked straight towards them.

Before she could say anything, three figures in gold and black outfits and capes approached them. The woman of three had red skin and hair that must have the same color, if not darker at an earlier point in her life. Even the jewels in her crown seemed more vibrant and full of life. The man to her right had pale skin, long white hair that fell to his ankles, and a strong face that was now outlined with age. The other man had pale orange skin and large eyes that were heavily outlined in black. His hair, now as pale orange as his skin, was still neatly trimmed and combed. Even the sideburns that curled around his cheeks and thin beard were perfectly sculpted.

“ Perhaps, we should all take our seats and discuss things before there‘s another uproar.” the woman said, her golden eyes moving over towards the table.

“Not that I think anyone will now that…more of the elder counsel is here.” one of the other men added.

Another woman approached the group, this one donned completely in green. Her dress was a ripple of green fabric and jeweled feathers. Her skin was light green and dotted with darker freckles. A green flower was wrapped in her long green locks of hair that had lost its vibrancy and luster long ago. Hazy, faded blue eyes looked from one former god to the next.

"The...remains have been taken care of. Shall I help continue with that, or would you rather I stay here now, Libran?"

"Still haven't recovered the remains of my son, have you?" Baara said quietly, an angry undertone to her voice.

The woman said nothing.

"Baara, please, have a seat, and I'll discuss things with you personally in a moment." Libran said quietly.

"I know you will." she growled. "I have things to discuss with you as well. Concerning your son."

Quite suddenly, a voice spoke from over Terragon's shoulder. There was no sign of the speaker... aside from a pair of bright black eyes. "What'cha dooooing?"