Let’s a go! It’s Ami! Mario!

How was that impression? Was it good?

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The lab was quiet. Not empty. Not peaceful. Just quiet. Every monitor had been switched to soft-light mode. Every scanner had its alarms muted. The reinforced glass had been dimmed so the room wouldn’t feel like a cage.

Super Creek’s distorted form filled the room like a living shrine. Her wings were folded around herself, glowing with gentle azure fire. Her long tail feathers trailed across the floor like rivers of blue silk and flame. Every breath she took caused the chamber lights to flicker, not from danger, but from the sheer emotional pressure radiating from her distortion.

Motherhood, protection, devotion, and burden. The need to make the whole world safe, even if it destroyed her.

Ether adjusted her glasses and looked at Mark. “Everything is ready.…..”

Mana gave Mark a gentle but serious look. “But remember, Mark… we can’t force this. If you try to rip the distortion out of her, it could break what’s left of Creek inside.”

Cecil nodded. “You have to reach her. Not overpower her.”

Abe’s expression was firm. “She distorted because she believed love meant carrying everything alone. You need to prove to her that love can also mean resting.”

Mark stood in silence.

Azura’s pendant hung from his hand, glowing softly against his palm. Its light was calm and blue, matching the flames of the phoenix before him. He looked at Super Creek through the glass for a long moment, then stepped toward the chamber entrance.

The doors hissed open. Immediately, the warmth inside wrapped around him.

It wasn’t like fire. It didn’t burn. It felt like standing near a hearth on a cold night. Like being tucked into bed. Like someone telling you that no matter how badly the day had gone, you were still loved. That was the cruelest part. Even distorted, Creek was still trying to comfort everyone. The giant phoenix lifted her head. Her glowing eyes focused on Mark.

For a moment, the flames along her body brightened. Her wings spread slightly, and the entire chamber trembled as a low, protective cry escaped her throat, not anger, fear. She was afraid he had come to take the burden from her, and some twisted part of the distortion believed that burden was all she was.

Mark walked forward slowly. “Creek…” he said softly.

The phoenix lowered her head, but her wings remained tense.

Behind the glass, Ether watched the readings rise. “Emotional pressure increasing…” she muttered.

Mana placed her hand near the stabilizer controls. “She thinks he needs protecting.”

Abe narrowed her eyes. “No. She thinks everyone needs protecting, not just him, how poetic….”

Mark stopped only a few feet from the massive phoenix’s beak. He could feel the power coming off her, enough to swallow the whole chamber in blue flame if she lost control. But he didn’t raise his fists. He didn’t summon a weapon. He didn’t prepare for battle.

He simply knelt. The distorted Super Creek froze.

Mark placed Azura’s pendant on the floor between them. Its magic spread outward in a soft circle of light, not a prison this time, but a cradle. The glow reached Creek’s talons, then her feathers, and the blue flames around her body began to ripple.

“I’m not here to fight you…” Mark whispered “I’m not here to drag you back by force.”

The phoenix’s eyes trembled.

Mark: “I’m here because I miss you.”

The chamber went still. Creek’s flames flickered lower. Mark swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep his voice steady.

“You’ve always wanted to protect everyone. Me. The children. The team. Everyone at Tracen. Anyone who was hurting. Anyone who needed a place to rest. You gave and gave and gave until there was nothing left for yourself.”

The phoenix made a soft, mournful sound. The sound filled the room like a lullaby sung through tears.

Mark’s expression tightened. “And then somewhere along the way… you started thinking that being a safe space wasn’t enough. You started thinking you had to make the entire world safe before anyone could be happy.”

The blue fire around Creek’s body flared suddenly.

Ether’s eyes widened. “That’s a spike.”

Mana activated the stabilizers. “Holding…”

The phoenix cried out, wings spreading fully now. For one terrifying second, she looked less like a mother and more like a divine beast trying to shield the universe under her wings. Her flames expanded across the chamber walls, forming images in the fire.

Children crying, students injured, Mark bloodied after battle, loved ones grieving, and Grand Tracen under attack. Every fear Creek had ever swallowed, pain she had tried to soothe. Every wound she had taken into herself because she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone suffering alone. Mark stood against the surge, his hair and clothes whipping in the wind of her power. But he didn’t back away.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “You saw all of it. Every danger. Every loss. Every time someone you loved came home hurt. And you thought, ‘If I just love harder, if I just protect more, if I just carry more, maybe no one will ever have to suffer again.’”

The phoenix’s cry became louder. The images in the flames twisted. Super Creek’s distorted heart was rejecting the truth, because the truth hurt too much.

Mark stepped closer. “But Creek… that isn’t love.”

The phoenix went silent. Mark reached out slowly and placed his hand against the side of her enormous beak.

“That’s punishment..” Her glowing eyes widened.

“You punished yourself for every pain you couldn’t stop. You blamed yourself for every wound you couldn’t heal. You convinced yourself that if anyone suffered, it meant you failed as a mother, as a wife, as a safe place.”

The flames around her dimmed. Mark’s voice softened. “But you didn’t fail.”

Behind the glass, Cecil quietly looked down. Mana’s eyes softened. Even Ether stopped typing. Mark leaned closer to Creek, his palm still resting against her.

“You were never supposed to carry the world on your shoulders. Nobody asked you to erase every storm. Nobody needed you to become the sky itself just to keep the rain away.”

The phoenix trembled. Blue feathers began to fall from her wings, dissolving into sparks before they touched the floor.

“What we needed.” Mark whispered “was you.”

Creek’s breathing became uneven.

“Not a perfect world. Not a mother who never gets tired. Not someone who smiles while breaking inside. Just you. The woman who gives warm hugs. The woman who hums while making tea. The woman who cares for everyone no matter whom they are….”

The phoenix lowered her head until her forehead touched Mark’s chest. Her size was overwhelming, but the gesture was heartbreakingly small. Mark wrapped his arms around as much of her as he could.

“You don’t have to make a safe world for us.” he said. “You just have to be our safe place. And even safe places need rest. Even mothers need to be held. Even you, Creek.”

The pendant’s light pulsed. The blue flames around Super Creek began to fold inward. Not violently. Not like something being destroyed. More like a storm realizing it could become rain. The massive wings curled around Mark, but this time they didn’t trap him. They hugged him. Inside the flames, a voice finally emerged, Soft, broken, and familiar. “Mark…”

Mark’s eyes widened.

The phoenix’s flames flickered, revealing brief flashes of
Super Creek’s true form inside the enormous blue body. Her face. Her ears. Her gentle smile. Her trembling hands reaching outward from within the bird’s chest like someone trapped behind glass.

The massive body of blue flame unfolded, scattering into thousands of glowing feathers. Each feather carried a memory: Creek smiling over a warm meal, Creek comforting a crying student, Creek holding Mark’s hand, Creek laughing softly, Creek watching over her family not as a shield against the world, but as a home waiting for them after the storm.

Then the feathers turned inward. The phoenix shrank, wings folded, flames softened, and in the center of the chamber, where the colossal bird had been, Super Creek fell forward.

Mark caught her before she hit the floor. “Creek?” Is all mark said…looking down at the unconscious Uma whom he married in his arms.

Now beginning….a cosplay event! Where we all participate in dressing up as characters from various medias everywhere!

(Simple, look for Art of an Uma and post it with the new flair. Make sure to provide the source as well!)

That’ll be all! Have fun!

- announcement ended by Symboli Rudolf

My office is now open, anyone wishing to interview, or take the exam, I’m now available.

I’ll be waiting patiently. Check in with my assistant, Little Cocon, to assist you.

It was a cool breezy knight at the academy, dimly lit as students left for their dorms for the night, some students out running, but let’s go to Symboli Rudolf, who was absent in the student council room, much to the chagrin of Air Groove and Narita Brian.

Rudolf was practicing her archery, wearing a Yukuta, and her hair fashioned in a ponytail. Rudolf shoots her bow on a few targets. After a bit, she fixes her ponytail, and finally noticed you.

“Oh! Hello, how long have you been standing there? Were you watching me?”

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*Mark was Cuddling with Super Creek in the bedroom. Creek was asleep while Mark was on his phone. After a bit, the bedroom door opened and it was…*another super creek

Super Creek entered “I’m back from the store like you asked, Mark!”

Super Creek(the one mark married):** **“What is happening…hmm? Another me?” She sat up from the bed in pajamas, next to Mark

The two Creeks looked at Mark expectantly and Mark had one thought in his mind

Wallahi, I confused them….

Orfevre,

Happy birthday. You’ve been one of my most loyal trainees, not because you follow orders blindly, but because when you give your loyalty, you give it with pride, strength, and absolute conviction. That is rare. That is something I respect deeply.

You are fierce, stubborn, regal, and impossible to ignore, but beneath all of that is someone who has earned her place in this family through effort, discipline, and heart. I have watched you push yourself past limits most would fear, and every time, you stood taller afterward.

So today, allow yourself to be celebrated. Not as a champion, not as a trainee, but as Orfevre, someone I am proud to train, proud to protect, and proud to call family.

Happy birthday, Golden Tyrant, Orfevre.

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Due to Sora recieving a prescript that told her to get a date. No one offered despite Ultron help in advertising her and helping. It wasn’t until Mark saw it, and decided

I’m not letting someone die over something like this

So after properly asking and getting consent from Sora. Mark and her went on a date. Mark decided to take Sora to her favorite kind of spots in Japan.

Since this date is for the prescript, Mark might as well make it a nice experience for Sora…

A few days had passed.

Outside the estate, the sun still rose. Birds still crossed the sky. Servants still whispered through the halls with their heads lowered and their eyes red from crying. Flowers still bloomed in the garden as if the house had not become a tomb.

But inside, everything felt frozen. The nursery door remained closed. No one dared enter. Not unless Evelyn allowed it and Evelyn had not allowed anyone.

She sat in the sitting room near the wide windows, dressed in black, one hand resting around an untouched cup of tea. Her face was pale. Her eyes were tired, but dry now. Not because she had stopped grieving.

Because she had no tears left to spend. Across the city, Astra Yao had heard only one thing. Evelyn had not been seen in days. That was enough. So Astra came herself. No press, camera crew, bright smile for the public, and shining-star confidence.

Just Astra Yao, wrapped in a long coat and dark glasses, walking up the path with Sakuta Azusagawa at her side. Officially, Sakuta was Evelyn’s temporary replacement. Unofficially, he was Astra’s bodyguard. Even more unofficially…

He was the person Astra’s hand kept brushing against when she thought no one was looking. Sakuta noticed, of course. He always noticed. But today, he didn’t tease her for it. Not when Astra’s expression was that serious.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly.

Astra glanced at him. “I have to.”

Sakuta gave a small nod. “Then I’m with you.”

Astra’s fingers briefly curled around his before she let go and knocked on the door. The maid who answered looked exhausted. When she saw Astra, her eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. She simply bowed and led them inside. The halls were too quiet. Astra had been here before.

She remembered warmth. Laughter. Evelyn’s sharp but affectionate voice. The soft chaos of newborns being passed from arm to arm. Evelyn complaining about sleep while secretly glowing with pride.

Now the house felt like it was holding its breath. When Astra entered the sitting room, Evelyn looked up. For a moment, neither woman spoke. Then Astra’s face softened. “Evelyn…”

Evelyn tried to smile. It failed halfway. “Astra.”

Astra crossed the room quickly and sat beside her, taking one of Evelyn’s hands in both of hers. “I came as soon as I could. I wanted to check on you.” Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to stay gentle. “And… I wanted to see Moritz and Moranda.”

The room went still. Sakuta, standing near the doorway, immediately noticed the shift. Evelyn’s fingers tightened around Astra’s. Astra’s smile faded. “…Evelyn?”

Evelyn looked down. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then, quietly, she answered. “You can’t see them.”

Astra blinked. “What do you mean?”

Evelyn’s lips parted, but the words seemed to hurt coming out. “They’re gone.”

Astra stared at her. The sentence did not land at first. It hung in the air, impossible and meaningless. Gone? Gone where? To another room, a doctor, or a family?

But Evelyn’s face told her the truth before her mouth did. Astra’s breathing stopped. “No…”

Evelyn closed her eyes. “A few mornings ago. I had just gotten them to sleep. I stepped away for coffee.”

Her voice became flatter, colder. Like she had repeated this inside her own head so many times that the horror had become a blade she could hold without cutting herself. “Two arrows came through the nursery window.” Astra’s hands went numb. Sakuta’s eyes sharpened.

Evelyn continued. “One for Moritz. One for Moranda.”

Astra’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Evelyn finally looked at her. “And she left calling cards.”

Astra whispered “She?”

Evelyn’s face darkened. “A silver bow. A crescent moon.”

The silence afterward was absolute then Astra stood up. Not quickly or dramatically. She simply rose from the couch like something inside her had gone rigid.

Her eyes were wide. Her face was pale. Her hands shook at her sides. “Artemis…”

Evelyn nodded once. Astra turned away, pressing one hand over her mouth. For a second, Sakuta thought she might cry. Instead, Astra’s hand lowered and her expression changed. The gentle, glittering girl the public adored vanished. In her place was something furious. Not loud or reckless. Furious in the way a star burns from the inside.

“She killed babies….” Astra said.

Evelyn did not answer. Astra’s voice cracked, but not from weakness. “She came into your home and killed your babies.”

Evelyn looked at Astra “Astra—”

“No.” Astra turned back, eyes shining with tears and rage. “No, don’t soften it. Dont you dare, Eve….”

Her voice trembled harder. “They were newborns.”

Sakuta lowered his gaze.

Astra looked toward the closed hall that led to the nursery. “Moritz and Moranda did nothing. They didn’t even know what the sky was yet.”

Evelyn’s composure cracked and her shoulders shook once. Astra immediately knelt in front of her again and pulled her into an embrace.

“I’m so sorry.” Astra whispered, and now her tears did fall. “I’m so, so sorry…”

Evelyn held onto her. For the first time in days, she let someone close enough to feel how badly she was shaking. Sakuta stayed silent. He wanted to say something. Anything. But there were no words that could fix this.

After a long moment, Astra pulled back just enough to look Evelyn in the eye. “You’re not alone.”

Evelyn’s expression hardened. “I know.”

Astra understood then. This was not only grief, it was preparation. Evelyn was not waiting to heal. She was waiting to strike. Astra slowly turned her head toward Sakuta. He met her gaze. There was no confusion in her eyes. Only one question.

Do you know anyone who can help us reach a goddess?

[(OOC: Cliffhanger. The rest will be done in the comments)]

It’s that time huh? Happy Mother’s Day! I’ve a few words to say to the ladies who stood by my side as a “mother” ever since I came to this universe and took on the Legacy of the original.

Noelle Grayson: The one whom I came here in the first place…Thank you for believing in me and letting me stay in this universe back when the invincible war happened. I still remember your face when I tamed Ghidorah! Good times good times.

Eclipse: Eclipse, the one who made fighting fun by giving it more oomph. I always admired how you were always there for me when I needed it despite the pain you carry. For that, I love you and hold you dear to me.

Ardan: Ardan-san. We’ve only talked everytime I came to visit eclipse. Your motherly aura when it counted really helped, and you make good food! You are indeed mother material. Thank you for being by my side.

Xena: Xena, or Xen-Xen. Heh, The one who’d always get on my back when I don’t Eat or sleep. Granted, I do it to myself, but I’m grateful you still gave a damn enough to get me to watch myself. I’ll always remember the cake you bought for me when I ended up in the hospital. A loving memory.

Faust: The one who knows all outcomes! It seems being your son figure was a good outcome, eh? You’re a good person and very helpful. Granted, you can be clingy at times, but that’s ok. Thank you for being by my side.

Morgan le Fay: The one whom taught me about my bettering my emotions, and the use of Caliburn. I’m truly grateful you trusted me enough to invite me to Camelot. I’m learning so much from you! And I thank you for it.

Artoria Pendragon: Granted we started off on the wrong foot, and it irks you that you see me more since Le Fay helps me out, but, I don’t hold hate for you the way you do with me. I hope you understand that, mother.

Mokou: The Phoenix in love….with Andersen. Everytime I came over to Andersen’s in regards to weaponry, lab work, and the goddess squad, you always made something for me and kept me company whenever Andersen was absent. I enjoy your warm flame embrace.

And lastly….

Debbie: My original mother….of my universe. She was the best mom in the world. I still miss her everyday. The image of Anissa taking her life stays with me to this day, but I will continue to fight on, and live for you. It’s what you wanted.

Now….time to give them their gifts.

I’ve never done this before. How would you rate me?

[( OOC: “this is based off the Niobids. In Greek mythology, the Niobids were the children of Amphion of Thebes and Niobe, slain by Apollo and Artemis because Niobe, born of the royal house of Phrygia, had boastfully compared the greater number of her own offspring with those of Leto, Apollo's and Artemis' mother: a classic example of hubris."

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The morning had finally gone quiet. For once, Evelyn Chevalier did not hear crying.

No tiny fists punching at blankets. No hungry whimpers.
No soft, angry newborn noises that somehow sounded like complaints against the entire world.

Evelyn’s newborn twins, Moritz and Moranda had finally fallen asleep. They lay side by side in their cradle, wrapped in matching blankets, their little faces peaceful beneath the pale gold glow of the nursery lamp. Moritz had one hand curled near his cheek. Moranda had somehow wiggled one foot free of her blanket, stubborn even in sleep.

Evelyn stood over them for a long moment, exhausted beyond words.

Her hair was messy. Her robe hung loose over one shoulder. Her eyes carried the faint shadows of a mother who had slept in broken pieces for days. But she smiled. A small, tired, victorious smile.

“Chingado…” she whispered, barely louder than breath. “You two surrender.”

Moranda made a tiny sound. Evelyn froze. The baby settled again. Evelyn slowly backed away from the cradle like she was sneaking out of a room full of sleeping dragons.

“Un vaso no más..” she murmured to herself. “Just one cup of coffee. That is all I ask of the universe.”

She stepped into the kitchen, the nursery door left partly open behind her. Morning light poured through the windows, gentle and warm, painting the counters in soft yellow. For a moment, the house almost felt normal.

Safe. Evelyn took a mug from the cabinet. Her hands trembled slightly as she set it down. She reached for the coffee pot. Then stopped.

A sound cut through the air. Not thunder. Not glass breaking. Something sharper. A whispering snap.

Then: THUNK. THUNK.

The nursery window shattered. Evelyn’s blood went cold. The coffee pot slipped from her hand and smashed against the floor, dark liquid spreading across the tiles like spilled shadow.

For half a second, she did not move. Her mind refused to understand. Then the silence from the nursery became louder than any scream.

“Moritz?” Her voice cracked. “Moranda?” No answer.

Evelyn ran. Her bare feet hit the cold floor, glass crunching somewhere under her heel, but she didn’t feel it. She shoved the nursery door open so hard it struck the wall. The curtains billowed inward from the broken window.

Two arrows had pierced the room. Two perfect shots. No wild aim. No mistake. No warning. Evelyn staggered toward the cradle, one hand over her mouth.

Moritz lay still. Moranda lay still. Too still.

The world narrowed into one impossible point. “No…”

The word left her as a breath. Then again, weaker. “No Por favor...”

Her knees hit the floor beside the cradle. She reached in with trembling hands, touching Moritz’s blanket, then Moranda’s tiny cheek, as if warmth alone could force reality to change.

“Levantense….” she whispered. “Come on. Wake up for Mama.”

Nothing. Her breathing broke apart. “No, no, no….Por favor, no—”

That was when she saw them. Resting atop Moritz’s blanket was a tiny silver figurine. A bow. Not a weapon. Not exactly. A symbol.

Clean. Delicate. Divine.

On Moranda’s blanket rested another. A crescent moon. Evelyn stared at them, her tears stopping for one terrible second. Because grief had collided with recognition.

The bow. The moon. A calling card.

Artemis. The goddess had not hidden it. She had signed her work.

Evelyn slowly picked up the silver bow. It was cold. Painfully cold. The kind of cold that did not belong to metal, but to moonlight on stone. To temples. To old prayers. To gods who answered insults with arrows.

Her lips parted. At first, no sound came.

Then a broken sob escaped her. Because something inside her had cracked too deeply for tears to reach. Evelyn fell to her knees, and weeped. The grievance of a mourning mother filling the empty house.

Rudolf would be by herself in the student council room. She looked at her open door and saw you walk by

“Hey! Esteemed student.” She called out to you “Care to have a cup of tea with me?”

She took out two teacups and started filling them with tea

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Mark flew softer than he ever had in his life.

Usually, when Mark Grayson cut through the sky, he moved like a red-and-blue missile, fast enough to shake clouds apart, strong enough to split battlefields, stubborn enough to fly through pain that would have put anyone else in a grave.

Tonight, he moved like he was carrying glass.

Super Creek rested in his arms, one hand clutching the front of his suit, the other resting over her belly as another contraction rolled through her. Her ears twitched, her breathing hitched, and yet somehow, despite the pain, she still managed to look up at him with that warm, gentle smile of hers.

“Mark…” she said softly, trying to sound calm. “You’re flying very stiffly.”

“I’m not stiff….” Mark answered immediately.

Creek: “You are flying like a nervous statue.”

Mark: “I’m being careful.”

Creek: “You’re holding me like I’m a bomb.”

*Mark looked down at her with wide, panicked eyes. “*You are in labor. That is way scarier than a bomb.”

Super Creek blinked. Then, despite everything, she giggled.

Mark’s face went pale. “Was that a pain laugh? Was that a bad laugh? Creek, is something wrong?”

“Dear” she said, patting his cheek “I am going to be alright.”

Mark: “That’s exactly what people say before things are not alright.”

Creek: “Mark.”

Mark: “I have fought gods. I have been stabbed, poisoned, burned, crushed, hit through buildings, thrown into space, and I am telling you right now, this is worse.”

Super Creek smiled again, though this time her grip tightened against his chest. Her voice came out more strained. “Then hurry, please.”

Mark’s expression sharpened instantly. “Right.”

He angled downward toward the hospital, slowing just enough that the windows didn’t shatter when he landed in front of the emergency entrance. His boots touched the pavement with impossible gentleness. A few people outside froze when they saw him carrying Super Creek.

One nurse at the front desk looked up. Then she sighed. “Grayson.”

Mark hurried through the automatic doors. “She’s in labor.”

The nurse stared at him with the deadest, most exhausted expression imaginable. “You’re not bleeding.”

Mark shook his head “No.”

“You’re not missing an arm.”

Again mark shook his head “No.”

“You’re not unconscious, on fire, or carrying part of a building in your shoulder.”

Mark sighed “No, but—”

The nurse slowly leaned to the side, seeing Super Creek in his arms. Her expression changed immediately. “Oh. Finally, a normal emergency.”

Mark stared. “Normal?!”

Super Creek gently raised a hand. “Good evening. I am very sorry to trouble everyone.”

The nurse softened at once. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re no trouble at all.” Then she looked back at Mark. “You. Wheelchair. Now.”

Mark said firmly “I can carry her.”

The nurse scowled “Mr. Grayson, we have watched you enter this hospital through the roof three times.”

Mark grimaced “That was different.”

Deadpanned look from the nurse “You once apologized to an X-ray machine after breaking it.”

Mark shrugged “It looked expensive.”

The nurse said affirmatively “You are putting your wife in the wheelchair.”

Mark opened his mouth, closed it, then carefully lowered Super Creek into the chair like he was setting down the most precious thing in the universe.

*Another doctor came around the corner, holding a clipboard. “*Who’s the patient?”

The nurse pointed to Super Creek. The doctor glanced up, saw Mark, and immediately frowned. “Again?”

Mark pointed frantically. “Not me! Her! She’s having the baby!”

The doctor blinked once then looked at Super Creek. Then back at Mark. Then down at his clipboard. “Well, that’s new.”

Super Creek smiled politely through another contraction. “I promise I will be a much calmer patient than my husband.”

Every nurse within hearing distance muttered “That won’t be hard.”

Mark ignored that entirely and crouched beside Super Creek’s wheelchair, taking her hand in both of his. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles, but his face was full of worry. “Okay. Okay. We’re here. You’re safe. The doctors are good. The baby is good. You’re good.”

Super Creek breathed in slowly, then out. “You are saying that for me or for yourself?”

Mark said softly “…Both.”

She squeezed his hand.

For a moment, the chaos of the hospital faded. No battles. No blood. No gods. No enemies. Just Mark kneeling beside her, terrified in the way only a soon-to-be father could be terrified, not because he doubted her strength, but because he loved her so much that even normal pain felt unbearable to watch.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt….” he admitted quietly.

Super Creek’s expression softened. “I know.”

Mark continued “I can take punches. I can take getting ripped apart. I can take all of that. But this?” His voice lowered. “I can’t fight this for you.”

She reached up and rested her hand against his cheek. “You don’t need to fight it. Just stay with me.”

Mark swallowed, then nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The doctor cleared his throat gently. “Alright, Mom and Dad, we’re going to get you checked in and moved to the maternity ward.”

Mark immediately stood. “Is that good? Is moving good? Should we move? What if we move too fast? What if—”

The nurse put one hand up. “Mr. Grayson.”

*Mark stopped. The nurse continued “*You are about to become a father. Please do not make me sedate you before your wife gives birth.”

Super Creek covered her mouth, laughing softly.

Mark turned red. “I’m calm.”

The doctor stared at him. The nurse stared at him. Even the security guard by the door stared at him.

Mark sighed. “I am trying to be calm.”

“That’s better.” the nurse said.

Super Creek reached for him again. Mark instantly took her hand, walking beside the wheelchair as they began down the hall. His posture was protective, his eyes constantly flicking from her face to the doctors to the hallway ahead, as if expecting some cosmic threat to jump out from behind the vending machine.

But Super Creek’s presence steadied him. Every time he tensed, she squeezed his fingers. Every time she winced, he leaned closer. Every time he whispered, “You’re doing great,” she smiled like those words were enough.

At the maternity ward doors, the doctor pushed the button and waited for them to open.

Mark looked down at Super Creek. She looked up at him.

For once, he didn’t look like Invincible, the Concept of Order/Selflessness/Power, or the man who had survived impossible wars. He just looked like a worried husband. A terrified, hopeful dad.

Super Creek smiled warmly. “Ready?”

Mark took a breath. “No.”

*She laughed. He smiled despite himself and squeezed her hand. “*But I’m with you.”

The doors opened. Together, Super Creek and Mark went into the ward.

Evelyn is stuck at home. She’s carrying twins that’s are due any minute now. She looks around the house, and her face contorts in anger.

“Donde está ese cabrón?!” She was referring to Robin. After AN HOUR, Robin finally came home, and Evelyn glared at him

“Idiot, dónde estabas? Ayudé me!” *Evelyn holds her hand out*

A simple beach outing between Auran and Mark. Simple right? Non….

Back then, The original Mark wanted to hang out with Auran which led to unnecessary drama….The current Mark everyone knows knew this through Auran and he was very afraid the same thing would happen to him like it did to his predecessor, but Auran assured Mark she would never let that happen again.

Mark trusted Auran’s words, so he decided to take her to beach to calm his nerves as well as finally getting to know her more slowly as a person.

We shall see how this goes….

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It’s a nice afternoon tonight, after finishing up student council work, Rudolf gave Ramonu a text, asking if she’s ok to hang out at a nearby bar

Ramonu and Rudolf would strike up conversation, Rudolf only getting ignored as Ramonu focused more on fixing her lipstick….

In the courtyard of Grand Tracen Academy, a small little “Swap Meet” is happening. Numerous tents are perched up with lots of things; food, clothes, room accessories, and even jewelry

Nolan and Elma decided to have this be their first date as Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Nolan noticed Elma eyeing the food stands a little too hard. Nolan smirked as he looked into his wallet and he knew:

His Wallet is gettin drained today….

Due to over 130 days on inactivity. I, Nolan Grayson, am cutting Almond Eye from Team Viltrum. It’s pains me to do this as Almond Eye was my 5th ever Trainee…

Nevertheless, it must be done. I don’t tolerate slacking.

Director Nolan, signing off.