Sync 2~!
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[Static... Picture. A large, inhuman being stands on screen. His features are blackened, yet... he seems recognizable...]
Nijiiro: [Distorted voice.] Awaken... my 4th friend... Finally. The maintenance has been completed. Such a project has left your world so relieved. They think you have died... You have. Twice. In this experiment, you have died so you may live. You are my creation... My abomination... This drastic anatomical reconstruction has fortified you for another chance to end what you started.[Turns away.] But... I have taken something precious from you... That something may cause your friends such agony that it will change their lives... [He turns his head slightly.] ...So go. Finish the apocalypse... child. You are more than capable... Farewell. I shall see you face to face again some time...
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-Times Square, New York.-
[Everyone is gathered in Times Square to celebrate a cloudy New Year's Eve. The Mayan Calender's warning does not faze anyone. 2012 Does not threaten the world any longer, because they assume the worst has already come to pass. Tens of thousands of miscellaneous beings, from elf to cyborg. Even Fantasy beings, such as Sorenians. Federation Awgo Officers also appear to be standing by, enjoying the night. A male news reporter explains the excitement live to all others. He is human.]
New Reporter: And we're here at Times Square with two minutes remaining on the clock of 2011! You can just feel the energy in the air. How ironic! We're so grateful we're all here! But 2012 was always said to be the end of the world! Well, I think mostly everyone agrees when I say, "There can't be a second apocalypse." It's really a wonderful night for our near-perfect world! All of this is possible, thanks again to Federation Awgo!
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[Down in the square, a figure peers out from a dark alleyway. To the uneducated eyes, she is a furry. To such a trained eye, she is a Vulpix Pokemorph. All of her features are very similar to the Pokemon's, such as hair, fur, and tails. She appears to be 17 years of age. Her eyes are dark crimson...]
Sacreda: (Such a glorious night... If only they knew the truth, but I cannot possibly reveal myself... How would a Believer be accepted...? Angels... they told me of the near future... A future a minute away...)
[She watches as the ball begins dropping...]
Sacreda: (Oh... This is painful to watch...]
[45 Seconds.]
[The thousands cheer on.]
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Sacreda: (To all the beings of Earth... All the beings of Fantasy. Everywhere...)
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Sacreda: (Forgive my cowardice... I am associated with Hell... how could I help this world?
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Sacreda: (Little do you know... the angels' words. The pessimistic proclamation.)
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[Everyone begins counting.]
Sacreda: (The rebirth of a breathing Armageddon...)
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Sacreda: (...is at hand.)
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[The crowd goes unimaginably wild! Firecrackers go off. Confetti shoots around everywhere... But at this moment... the screens above Times Square emit static, and the lights flicker uncontrollably. The cameras fail. Most electricity fails to this point... Murmurs of confusion and fear... As abruptly as the electricity went haywire, a black streak, almost invisible to the eyes of all, shoots from the sky, into one of the screens above the square. This catches the attention of the crowd, especially the Awgo officers on duty. Electricity can be seen crackling inside the screen. The blackness works its way up to the top of the building which the screen is attached to. Once it reaches the top, it builds on itself, enlarging in size. It shapes into an enormous dragon, almost the size of the entire square...]
Sacreda: (Please... run...)
[The macro dragon's blackness becomes colored detail. It roars into the sky, the air searing with new heat. Awgo flashes spotlights on the dragon. The crowd runs for safety just as Awgo fires the first shot instinctively. Lazer and missile turrets had been standing by just for such an occasion... The offense is of no avail. The firepower is simply absorbed, and transmogrified into the same black matter the macro dragon is made of...]
Sacreda: (Awgo... just run.)
[Despite this, Awgo continues firing. The dragon moves to the assault, blowing tremendous streams of fire. At the very same time, lightning reigns down upon the square from the clouds above. The dragon flaps its vast wings, conjuring the equivalent of a hurricane... The weapons cease fire... the sounds of frightened voices and desperate calls can be heard. "Retreat!!" Among them all... ]
Sacreda: (This is cataclysmic... But what can I do...? ...) I must... For the sake of our home... It is time to gauge my strength... [She dashes from the alley... The dragon roars, nearly deafening her. She continues, unfazed. Sacreda leaps onto the rubble of a turret, and leaps off of that with a front flip. She sprouts ornate wings of fire within a split second. The wings extend further, nearly stretching from building to building. She holds both arms in the air, conjuring the power for an attack.]
[The macro dragon opens its mouth, doing the same for an attack.]
[The two of them release this built up energy simultaneously. Two spectacular streams of fire collide, burning the air of New York...]
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[The following day...]
-New Orleans, Louisiana.-
[It is a sunny day in New Orleans. The Federation now uses New Orleans as a major port city to import and export designer weaponry, as well as other rations and technologies. A small house somewhat remote to the city lies near the coast... Within the living room, a teenage boy, of about 14 years of age, watches the "breaking news report". His father is in the kitchen nearby, on the phone.]
Anchorbot: [On TV. A picture of the nearly destroyed Times Square behind him.] ...the disaster began around the first second of 2012, which many of the survivors believe has something to do with the Mayan Calender. The chaos ensued with what was described to be a colossal dragon, practically the size of Times Square itself. Locals and Awgo Officers fled, unable to contain said dragon. Shortly after Awgo fled, there were sightings of Sacreda Damadeve, one of the Believers, battling against this beast. [Pictures of the two attacking with the blast.] Sacreda was found lying in the center of the square, unconscious and heavily injured. [Pictures of the unconscious Sacreda.] Good Samaritans rushed her to safety, however she will be taken into Federation custody for questioning.
[The teenage boy turns off the TV, stunned...]
???: ...(All of that happened on New Year's Eve... That is not coincidence.) [He stands up, stretches his arms, and walks to his room across the hallway. It is small, possibly the smallest room in the house. He wore a loose, gray and black T-shirt with baggy denims and black sneakers. On his shirt, a white "V" symbol is seen. This possibly has to do with his name... Vince Algol. His hair is navy blue, with a long strand falling over his face. His hair is average length otherwise. His eyes, too, are navy blue...]
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Vince: [He approaches a monitor built into the wall. It is touch sensitive. He presses his fingertip gently against it a few times in various spots. It brings up numerous screens adorn with miscellaneous information, adjacent to certain pictures of figures.] (Four Legendary Believers, all dark in nature... Fourth: Ixis Muugen, The Seigan of Corrupt and Believer of a dark world. Third: Vulpixis Damandeve, the Demon Seedl and Believer of certain apocalypse. Second: Sacreda Damandeve, the Queen of Hell and Believer of the Devil himself. First: ...Chris. the Demented Savior and Believer of Naught... Ixis, Sacreda, and Vulpixis are still out there, but Chris had been killed years ago. No one knows where, or how, but... If I got my hands on that kind of information, the Believer Data would be complete. The Federation would pay millions for info like that... Hm.) [He continues typing on screen...] (...Hmph... I would kill to see the worlds of Fantasy... But the gateway has been closed for some time now... 'Last person who went through the gateway was Ixis...) [A moment of no action... He closes all of the windows on the screen... and sighs.] Sacreda is tied to the Garden of Eden... Ixis is tied to the Moonhalo Clan... Vulpixis is tied to the Bloodline of Satan... Chris is tied to the Eclipses... How are all of those tied to each other? [He lays down on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands under his head.] Now if only someone could figure that out, conspiracy would shoot through the roof... Huh... Well, I believe all of those things have a purpose...
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-A Dark Room... Awgo Questioning Chamber.-
[It is just like an interrogation room, except far higher tech. Sacreda is sitting in a small, uncomfortable chair, but she is completely unrestrained... A tall, dark human figure stands on the other side of the table. He is wearing a gaudy uniform, most likely an Awgo Elite suit.]
Awgo Interrogator: Sacreda Damandeve, Second Believer... Welcome.
Sacreda: [Refusing to look up.]
Awgo Interrogator: It is not like you to show yourself. It is unlike all of you.
Sacreda: Desperate times, sir.
Awgo Interrogator: [Places on hand on the table.] There. Right there...
Sacreda: Hmm?
Awgo Interrogator: Beautiful information, dear. Federation Awgo likes information... Were you fighting this unidentified beast to protect... or to destroy?
Sacreda: What do you think the beast was trying to do?
Awgo Interrogator: What have you done to Christianity?
Sacreda: ...I...
Awgo Interrogator: Tell me, dear... Why do you not simply escape this place?
Sacreda: ...
Awgo Interrogator: Is it because you have something you want to say? Something you want to let loose?
Sacreda: ...It is... But I've lacked the bravado to proclaim such a word...
Awgo Interrogator: So you fear humanity...
Sacreda: I fear what humanity will do... (What they've done...)
Awgo Interrogator: Humanity has it quite under control...
Sacreda: ...Do they? Or do the billions of other creatures that walk this world?
Awgo Interrogator: [Raises his hand from the table and places both behind his back formally.] You know the beast.
Sacreda: [Looks up...] The beast knows you.
Awgo Interrogator: Hmmm?
Sacreda: The beast knows this world, because it's been here plenty long enough... before. It knows Awgo. It knows humanity. It has come to finish what it has started years ago...
Awgo Interrogator: You have obviously heard this elsewhere. Where?
Sacreda: From... the angels on high...
Awgo Interrogator: [Chuckles.] ...Dear, if time and situation weren't the case, I would not believe you. At all. But you sound sincere.
Sacreda: Because... I am. [Stares him in the face.]
Awgo Interrogator: ...
Sacreda: Sir... What have you learned about us Believers? What has everyone learned? We are immortal... We cannot be killed.
Awgo Interrogator: Where is this going, dear?
Sacreda: There are four Believers...
Awgo Interrogator: Correction: were.
Sacreda: Sir, are...
Awgo Interrogator: ...That is quite enough... Sacreda Damandeve, you are free to go...
Sacreda: [She doesn't say a word. Instead, she stands quietly and walks to the tightly shut door... She places one hand gently on it and turns her head slightly.] Sir... I will lend the Federation my assistance if I must... Vulpixis too... [With those words, she leaves the interrogation room, where the Awgo interrogator stands in silence...]
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--E n d i n g--
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