Message recorded by Director of L. Corp, Dr. Benjamin.

”First off, the monster in District O has been put down, officially noted to have been defeated by the PoI known as Eleanor Forte, who has been designated a WAW-03 combat and threat level designation, and has been assigned a specialized Overwatch agent, Yuri Solmonov, a level 03. The incident has totaled 34 casualties, and heavy property damage.

Reproductions will given to families in the form of slightly increased rations, some raw materials, and excused time off from any work. We hope you can recover from your losses. Housing will be reestablished soon, until then, you will be designated new temporary homes.

We have finished rebuilding from the War in District J, and the massive flower that has spawned there has had a lab built around, we have found it of use as a significant energy source.

Relatedly, one of the White Locks under our possession has been taken by Eleanor Forte after it’s position was compromised by both the District J reconstruction and the recent incedent, this is not considered an issue, yet. We have received reports the late director Dr. Sekai has taken a vessel made by “C”, or the Invoker, she has chosen not to return to us, and thus this is not of notice.

In other news, we have come across a Golden Bough, but not any, this one’s hue is shifted towards green, and it contains much more energy, even including traces of some sort of soul. Researches use it as a power source for core technology as of now, but report increased examples of “Sunlight Conversations” around it, though no new distortion of E.G.O. users have been born.

Our sales are down a bit right now, and thus, rations will be slightly thinned, but not to an amount we would have thinned to in a crisis. Additionally, because of this, we are decreasing Leap Chain -rises this quarter by 5%.

This is all, I believe, thank you, may there be bread and roses for all.”

Eleanor was finally been admitted from the hospital she was in bout a week ango, and given an official Lobby citizenship ID. She’s been given a house, in District M, and her rations from the hospital have been transported over. She spends most her time alone in her house, sleeping, writing poems, and lying in silence.

She’s handling the basement’s horror itself well, but she’s pretty mentally unstable unrelatedly, she doesn’t go outside, barely eats, and will sometimes slit her own wrists when it gets too much.

Her distortion, and conversation with Carmen, have helped her a bit, she’s not as actively suicidal, only seeing no point in her life, lacking the will to end it.

The rare times she has gone out are to shop, and she’s normally quiet, she tends to go up to district P in these trips, and stays out the entire day, she’s normally pretty cheerful after those, but only for a moment, and not while she’s out.
~~~

‘A certain former Notemaker rampages through District O, it has been designated a HE-05 level threat, and a small combat team of Executioner Agents has been deployed. 4 agents, three being ranged fighter and the fourth a staler.

The leading staling agent, Brenna Yutammi, has arrived on the scene.

Buildings are in ruin, corpses litter the ground, the beast stands in the center, freakishly tall, it’s pale skin glinting in the artificial light.

The Notemaker it was born from held the ability to heavily accelerate their own movements, it’s likely than, that this monster holds this too.

Brenna draws her axe and shield,

”Open fire, I can keep it still.”

She rushes in, her left eye shifting from her natural blue to red, closely tracking her opponents movements. She parries strike from an arm, then another. She rolls behind it, strikes, parries, sidesteps, blocks, rams, parries, parries, strikes, dashed, rams. All her movements are incredibly simple and precise, like a machine. A spray of bullets and bombs flies around them, only hitting the 8 ft ‘human’, the agent fast enough to dodge, as expected, an easy mission.

Brenna smiles, she keeps her stagnant, rhythmic attack going, the beast’s grey skin is slowly riddled with more and more holes.

Than it’s tail wipes around, and moves faster than even the bullets on the field, flying through Brenna’s head, blood spraying across the battlefield, her body goes limp, the axe slipping to the ground, clattering, a slow stream of sanguinity panting on the blade, just as rhythmic as the combat she had performed.

The tail retracts, the body thuds on the ground, red still spilling into the pavement, slowly seeping out from the gaping wound in the woman’s head, her helmet shattered, showing her eyes, rolled back, stained by the stream of carmine.

The beast turns, and flashes towards the firing squad, running it’s fingers through another agent’s armour, then slamming a fist down, leaving nothing but a splatter of metal and blood, dripping of the hardened skin of it’s middle left limb.

It spins to the next agent, and begins to slash again, the bullets keep spraying, the arm is not stopped, but this time, the gunner dives out the way, swaps to an axe, and the next blow stabs the hand as he dodges. The beasts seems pained, but it cannot speak, it’s throat is too condensed, rather it kind of gurgles, a deep pitched shriek if you will, with a vague rhythm to it.

It brings another arm down to crush it, but a grenade from another agent stops it, blasting down some rubble onto it’s hand, pinning it to the ground. it rips itself free, and spins, it’s tail spreading the group apart. Though it’s lost a hand at this point.

The least injured agent is trying to call someone, frantically yelling for a back-up and a reclass to HE-08 or -09, than his calls are cut short, she’s throws against a wall by a kick from the beast, sprinting to her. The beast stops for a second watching the agent. Than begins to sprint, almost arriving, almost delivering the final blow, when it suddenly slows, and it then tripped and sent a few feet back.

Eleanor stands infront the agent, she’s panting, theirs fresh scars on her wrists, it must be a shopping day.

“What… the fuck… is that…”

‘The agent does not respond, his lungs must have been damaged from the impact into the wall.

Eleanor sighs, than sprints ridiculously fast towards the beast, crossing the 4 foot distance in less than a tenth of a second, leaving a trail of scorch marks in her wake, the air slightly waved from released thermal energy, her skin is burnt too, but she doesn’t seem to care, at the last moment, she slows, and punches the beast’s chest, engulfing her fist in built-up heat while weakening it’s defense.

It collapses, she touches it lightly, and it suddenly becomes incredibly heavy in itself, it’s body not moving even if it tries to.

Eleanor walks away, lost in thoughts once more, she notices something glimmering in the rubble, a lock of perfect white hair.

It seems to call to her, radiating power.

She pockets it.

In light of Dr. Sekai's passing, the role of director has been passed to me, Dr. Benjamin Churchill, I hope I can serve you well.

Reconstruction is going well, all major establishments and most houses have been restored via singularity, but deaths lie around 700, we have had to hire 50 agents just to fill basic tasks, and we lost 3 managers, with 3 L5 agents being promoted to replace them.

Ayaka Sekai's funeral will be held in a few days time, her body has been preserved in wax and is being transported to the Lobby.

In other news, locks of white hair have appeared around the basement, after examination, they match with the late director's DNA and contain incredible amounts of energy, we are currently in ownership of 2, and know of 9 others, 2 in T. corp, 1 in i. corp, 1 in layer 8, which is still submerged in darkness, 2 in normal layers, 1 in the Envoker's head quarters, 1 in the ruins of F. corp, and 1 in the bottomless lake.

I hope you can all trust me in this time of sorrow.

End.

“She%27s%20just%20letting%20me%20go%20like%20that%3F%0AExpected%20her%20to%20want%20me%20to%2C%20I%20don%27t%20know%20...%20keep%20watch%3F%20Well%2C%20she%20needs%20rest...”

Sekai’s soul wanders through the basement, trying to figure out how to get a new body.

She eventually gets to a L. Corp facility, the one housing her corpse.

It’s too heavily damaged to put her whole soul in, but…

”If%20this%20fucks%20up%2C%20I%27ll%20die%20permanently%2C%20right%3F

...Of%20course%20you%20aren%27t%20listening%2C%20lazy%20ass.“

Utilizing every bit of power left in her soul, she manifests her ego into reality once more, and, using the chins, she cuts her corpses hair, then ties the cut offs into locks, utilizing chain links as the base to tie around.

She’s incredibly weak now, but she begins to pour herself and her energy evenly into the 20 bands, her form flickering in and out.

Just as her mind begins to crumble, she opens a rift below them, and around the entire basement, scattering them to the winds.

And as they fall, a voice plays in everyone’s mind, no matter where they are, the voice of a dead hero, the voice of Sekai.

*”*Find me.

Find me when I am needed again.”

‘And with that, the last vestiges of her life wither away.

((Rare Sea_Curve Art, I realllly like R.I.N.’s design, so here’s my own take!))

It takes Sekai a few seconds to notice she’s dead, it hits her when the top half of her body slides off.

Her soul persists, of course, it does this every time, but this time, there’s no other world to fall into, no Obelisk.

Then she sees them.

The wires.

Everywhere.

They were invisible before, but she can see it all now that she dead, █̷̵̶̴̴̵̶̶̸̸̵̷̵̸̷̷̸̶̴̷̶̸̢̧̧̧̧̡̡̢̨̧̢̢̡̢̢̡̧̢̡̨̛͉͖̦̹̹͚̪̹̻̲͖̘̯͙̖̱̭̦̭̼̠̮͉͕̞̻̝̝̲̰͚̤̭̣͕̟̫̼̟͓͔͉̩̱̰̟͔̗̝̙̘̗̠̩͈̩̺͈̮̞̤͓̺̞̖̲͍̲̮̣̤̹͍͚̝̜̝͉̭͕͓̰̖̬̥͔͈̥͓͙̣͍̱̗̘͚̮̭͕̼̤͙̟̹͍̖̲̝͚̮͔̭̥͎̜̜̩̺̥̮̟̥̠͙̞̪̰̰̪̤̲͙̞̯̰̰̯̫̝̟̬̫̗̦̜̲̺͖͕̼̬̮̥͇̣̩͉͉̝̦̘̦̤͙̯̝̝̟̼͍͍̪̜̭̞͙̫̰̘͓̰̭͉̱̦̳͔͙̬̘̗̻̰͇̟͖͎̺͖̫͇̞̳̘̬͇̲̰̲̟͖̳̤̘͖̗͓͕̣̬̘͖̲̪̎̌͌ͦͪ̽̊͑͆̿̽ͤ̿ͨͭ̈͂̊̓̋̄ͬ́ͦͩ̈ͦ̄̊ͬͥͦ̑ͮ͛ͯ̅ͫ̂͒̒ͬ̒ͨ̽͊͊̓̀̎̏̆̋͊͊̽̾͌̾ͦ̂̐ͯͭͣ̈ͮ̉ͩ̀̑ͣ̾ͦͭ̏ͫ̋ͫ̿̓͑̋ͤ̊͂̌̌̍͋̏ͫͪ́͒̓̐ͦ̾ͥ̐̋͋̍̅̔͆ͥ̎ͫ̑̌̑ͦ̽̃͐̋̽̿̋͛̄̽ͬͯ̾̉ͦ͆̍͂ͣ̄̋̓̂͒̑̔̒̑̃̾̍ͨ͋ͣ̓̿͌ͫ̐ͥ̒̀͂̓̒ͮ̇ͧͤ̈̈͌ͦ͊̚͘̕̚̕̚͘̕̕͘̚̕̕̕̕̕̕̕͘̕̕͢͢͢͢͡͠͠͡͠͡͠͡͡͡͡͝͠͡ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ█̴̸̸̵̴̸̶̴̷̷̷̸̵̴̵̷̵̵̵̵̷̴̵̷̷̴̴̵̵̶̵̷̸̷̵̸̵̷̵̢̡̧̧̧̧̡̨̧̨̨̧̧̡̧̧̡̨̧̡̢̨̢̧̨̨̨̧̡̨̢̢̡̡̨̡̡̧̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̼̮͙̗̩̗̘̳͈͚̪̪̖̜͖͇̤̜̩͍̬͕̻̖͕͎̣͚͎̳̮̣̼͙͕̱̱͍̺͇̣͓͓͔̩̞̦͕̙̙̫̱͓͍̗̝̱̣̻̼͔͎̪͈͕͙̲͙͎͚̞̭̪͙̪̲̣̣̗͕͍̻̻͉̭̞̝͙͍͎̹͉̱̠̥̣̬̦̯͍͙̞͚̖̩̞͉̮̪̫̹̣̖̹͕̣̟͔͕͍͇͚̩̗̭̟̙̹̳̠̣̖̝͉͕̳̮̳̼̗̻̬͓̼̹̮͔̲̫̳̩̞̥̤̯͇̳̘̟̟͚̦̖͎̥̩̙̠̘͎̠̝̱̝̙͚͓̭͍͙̥̘̼̝̲̜͕̞͍͙͕̙̫̘̟̻̣̜̭̲̱̟̙̖̖͓̝̻̪͎̱͈̪͎̣͎̲̟͍͉͖̠̦̣̲̳̺̰̯̙͙̣͚̠̩̺̫͇̜̻̯̙̫̬̼̲̪̭̻̪̬̞͖̦̫̤̯͕̺̟̮̟͉͖̮͓̯̲͚̤͈̼͕͍͍̻̜͓̬̣͕͚͓͕͓̥̝͕̦̜͚͚̩̖̖̩̫̤̱̩̮͍̼̪̼̹̦͈̙͙̳̱̫̰͔̦̣͔͓̖̟͙̤̤̜̯̺̬͇̖̝̣̳͇͉̱̲̫̱̬͇̯͈̹̻̮̮̳̥͍̳̠̺̤̰̹̲ͦ͐͛̌̎́ͬͮ͒̓̾̑ͨ̽ͦ̈́̑͑̑̆̾̿̿̂̏̓̅̈͌͋̒ͫ̐̒̎͛̽̏͌̓̋͆ͩ͊ͯ͒̃̒̎͂ͣͨ̇̌ͫ͑̊̂̒̋̽̑̔̏̔̆ͯͭ̎ͦ͑̇ͧͮ̌̊̑̀̅̌ͪ̂̉̎ͮ̂̏̈̉̿̎̿̑͗͛͌ͤͯͩ̒ͨ͂̌̏ͨ͌ͨ̏̃̅̑̑͛ͫ̐́́͑ͥ̑̔̽ͪ͗ͩͣ͆̿ͧ̅́ͪ̅͛ͤ͑̄ͪ̔ͦ̊ͦͤ̀͊̉̇ͩͥ͛͒͛̓̆̉̽̓͌ͪ͛ͨ̇̇̾̐͋ͫ̓͌ͥ̍̀̔̏̓̿ͥ̐̌ͫ̿̾̄ͪ̇̈̈͒̏ͯ͂ͨ͂̊ͫ̔̉̎ͫ̀̔̈̑̆̽́̌͗͐ͫ͐̿͌̊͊ͮͦ̿͐ͪ̌́̃ͮ͑̒͒̑ͥ͒̊͂͗̏̇͊ͦ̐̌̐̈̍̒̇̇̒́̄̿̉̈̄̌̃̍̐ͥͨ͊̾̋̈̎ͯͯ̿͛͂̅͋ͨ̄̾͐̃̈̐ͤ̾ͬ̓͗ͬ̿̃ͬ̒̿̐ͫ̈͌ͫͧ̐̃͌ͫ̓͛ͩ͒̆ͩ͆ͭ́ͭͧ͌ͦ͐̋ͭ̚̚͘̚̕͘̕͘̚̕͘̕͘̕͘͘͘͘̕͘̕͘̕͘̕͢͢͢͢͢͜͢͡͠͠͡͡͡͠͡͡͠͠͝ͅͅͅ█̵̵̵̴̵̸̷̴̷̴̶̴̷̵̸̸̷̧̨̡̧̡̨̢̨̧̧̡̧̡̢̡̢̡̢̢̨̛̛̛̛̳̯͎̮͖̗͚̗͕̜̟̱̼̲̱͓̪̝̯͕̲̘̪̺͙͉̻̗͍̰̳̜̟̲̙͚̹̯̯̥̣̦̗̮̩̯͕̱̮͔̣̝̹̟͔̱̞͇̯̺̦̼̖͓̣̫̮̭̮͕̝͓͔̬̣̹͈͓̠̞̻͉̟̜̖̙̣̣̝̖̝͖̻̼͈͔̣̪͈̳̩̞̯̺͎̼̤̩̜̲̪̭̯̬͈̪̬̳̪̗̗̼͖͇̮̥̗̲̙̳̟̪̳̜̙̠̹͎̻͇̺̤̘͙͚͓̤͓͈̭̞̌͒͑̀̓͒̓̆̅̓ͤ̔̈́̉͆̾̊̆ͧͧ̿ͤ͋ͦ͐ͯ͑̍̃̂ͨͩ͒̊̆̀̐̓̆ͭ͑͑ͮ̂ͣ̆̽̃ͬ̒͛ͮ͋̊̎́̍̑̅ͩ́́ͭ̃ͫͯ̋̄͗̈ͯ͆͌ͤ̀̈͗͆̍̿̅͑͋̓͊̍͐͊͊̔ͦͬ͊̌́̎̇̀̇ͨ͑ͩ̉͆͗̄̇̎ͩ̇̇͗̄̿ͣ̊̃ͪ̑̒͆ͮ͐̓̀̄̂̽ͮ͗̊̑͊ͣͪͩͥ͒̉̄̍͂ͥ̎̍̇́̋͑̑̑͛̂̽͆̎̌ͦ̚̕̚̕̚͘̚̚͘̚͘͢͢͢͡͡͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅ doesn’t bother to keep up the veil for those who are dead.

But normally, they fade in a moment. Sekai has been dead for quite a while, and her soul still persists.

Sekai notices a wire spark, then she‘s suddenly in an abstracted layer, full of wires, with three huge monitors at the center, gazing down at her.

Word flow into her mind, though nothing spoke.

”Why aren’t you dead?”

”I am, my soul has too much energy to just fizzle out, it’s a circuit.”

”Annoying. Well, you were a useful one, troublesome, but useful.”

“Rin%2c%20right%3f%20I%27m%20one%20of%20the%20few%20who%20knows%20of%20you.”

”What”

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“Well, even with a soul like that, you still need a body. So how do you what to go about this, I assume the original corpse is too damaged?”

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”This is getting kind of annoying.”

((yo hod I just kind of wrote the fight scene since you didn;t reply so uh yeah))

Michael stands still, Sekai flashing around him, chains lashing, rifts opening, the air is barely visible.

Whenever she’s close enough, she slashes with the Real Knife, but none of her attacks connect, slowing the closer they get to him as if they sink into a tar. This is Michael’s ‘Infinity’, splitting movement into infinite halves, 1/2, 1/4, 1/8 of the way left, but never there.

Sekai slows, noticing her attacks are doing nothing.

”I recognize that. Zeno’s Dichotomy, right? One must cross infinite halves to reach a whole, and therefore one can never reach a whole, shitty thing to manifest.”

Michael flicks his wrist, a massive wave of light, Sekai tries to warp, but it’s too fast, and slams into her, sending her far into the horde of angel spawn

Michael watches the lesser angels deaths with distaste and pity.

”You were so close, child. It is a shame to see you like this.

But this is what you have chosen.”

As the girl cuts a path back towards Michael, he raises his fist, flashing forward, the blow ripping through the very air, causing space to collapse into itself, as he connects with Sekai, all of that force is poured directly into her body, over loading it.

But she realizes just in time,

>This might not work, it‘s a gamble, but it’s my only way out!

Sekai opens tinny rifts all through out her body, focusing on only letting kinetic and thermal energy through them, she then diverts the overflow of energy into just one arm, the one closest to Michael, and it explodes, staggering the Angel, and throwing the girl to the ground.

Sekai’s chains flair out, enveloping them both in a sphere of iron and static, she clutches the Real Knife, knowing there’s no real way to hurt him outside of it, her arms got vaporized bout halfway between the shoulder and elbow, the rough edge drips blood, darkened from the heat the blast, Sekai notices and forces the wound into stasis, but in the time it took to do that, Michael is already up and flying towards her, no, past her, he’s already past her, and has been hundreds of times, he’s circling her so fast she can only see his first after image fly forward.

She watches, lines of light begin to appear, the trails from his eyes, Michael is moving too fast to even track the after images of,

“You agree that our dreams are noble, yes? But you believe the method is incorrect.

In that case, tell me child, what other methods exist?”

Michael tightens his circle, and thus, the trails of light get smaller and smaller, binding Sekai to a small area, lest she be hit by the ridiculously fast Angel.

But she speaks still.

”I’ve told you, there is no way to reach that world without cruelty much out of measure, that is your error.”

‘Michael suddenly appears, he stopped moving, now hovering face to face with his opponent, but more rings of light still appear, not having caught up to his position.

”I see no cruelty in freeing someone from pain, the enlightenment is a positive process.”

Sekai warps towards him, slashing towards his neck, he easily weaves out of the way, she swings again and again, even coating the blade in flame and static, yet he still ducks and slides just shy of every blow.

Sekai suddenly dives down, she feels her movement slowing from the ‘Infinity’ of space between them, but she negates this by opening a film of rifts around her body, essentially making it so she doesn‘t move in the same space as the dichotomy exists, she tackles his legs, throwing him down, then draws the knife again, slashing towards him.

It cuts through the infinity, but still barely misses, and Michael is suddenly a meter or so away, floating, just as composed.

Sekai grits her teeth,

”You have no idea how much experience matters, pain is half of joy, for without pain, we could not distinguish joy from neutrality. Without darkness light is meaningless, when you force someone to ascend, you re not freeing them, you are enslaving them to your own cause, they become a new entity, you are killing a being and summoning a new one.”

>I just need to do that again but with a meaningful blow…

She warps forward, swinging again, but just as, Michael raises his palm, and orb of red light manifesting in the center, which then bursts, letting out enough force to knock down a building, sending his opponent back, slamming into her barrier of chains.

He walks through the air, forward, casually,

”No, they are the same. We are simply letting their spirits evolve into their truest form, you can see that their forms are all different, as all souls are. You are in the wrong, you are the villain here.”

((continued in the comments(likely) and in another post))

So basically

The average height of a woman is about 5'4, but Rufo is decently tall, so I'm going to say 5'10, since averages suck +2 inches, then +4 for my guess at height difference.

anyway, by this, her legs for roughly halfway up her body, so 2'11, then her clawed foot is roughly half of that, i'd round down, so 1'5, or 18 inches.

by this, we can see her torso is roughly 2/3 of said clawed foot, making it 12 inches wide, which means it'd be measured roughly twice +6(3 for each short side).

This adds up to 30, which is much too small imo, so i'll guess her breasts go down a bit, covering he rband, I'll just go up to 32, since there is rarely THAT much variatian between the bottom of the ribs and the band.

then off of this, we can once again take that 18 inches and compare that to the widest part of her breast, it's about 3/4, but we can see they go forward quite a bit, so we can't use the same x*2+6

instead, we can see said foot is about 3x the shadowed area on her breast, supposedly the area facing down, there for they are each 6 inches out, so we'll say 6+3=9, 9*2=18, so x*2+18.

therefore, her total bra size would be J32, not accounting for clothing binding but being generous with measurements, so kind of.

Feel free to correct me if you have better measurements.

P-Tr3-01

A project currently under development in collaboration with Timetrack Corporation, it aims to create large scale ████ with the joined use of their singularities, Dr. Sekai specifically reached out to ██████ because of the latter’s struggle and the fact they both utilize time in their workings.

‘If the project is successful, the interaction with ██ of the ██████ shall be massively increased, and cause ████ in the applied area, though this effect should be able to be easily ████, allowing halting, acceleration, or a more refined reverse.

█████ believes that this will be usable to █████ in conflicts or even used as a defense mechanism for every day life, due to the indiscriminate ████ of the effect, it will not be used for █████, despite ███████████.

P-Tr03-01: Log 2

>The two time thingies work pretty well together, █████ says this’ll work Right as we planned.
Our main issue is that they can’t actually amplify it seems, kind of odd, but ███ is on it.
YES! We got down the knotting system! We can use both effects at once, ███ is on making some chips for it, then the first variation will be done, it can already freeze small zones.
Looks like the main system is done, but the output isn;t high enough, but since time and space are so connected, we decided to use the mirror thingy to put through a limbo, and it ended up creating a self-sustaining version, we might try other dimensions, it’s still in progress.
If we treat the energy flow as a 5D object instead of 4, it lets us bend it way easier, and if we let is loop through both ████ and █████ while still tethered here, it ends up keeping the sort of shape less effect, but if use it like that, it flows every where.
We set up a kind of pseudo-rift bubble thing to keep it contained, buffered air if you will, and the chip helps the energy actually flow through the walls too.

Operation Pesticide:

A proposed ███████ to deal with the competition of █████ and ███, █████ and ████ where both designed to counter their ██████, but the amount of help they have both ██████████████████ means we must be even more █████████ with ██████████.

███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████.

L. corp wishes to stay the soul ███████████ but Will call in back up from Pg55 or Tr31, though █████████ does ██████████████████. We hope the ███████████████ are smart enough to ██████████ and Yhrib doesn’t ██████.

█████████ Shall not ████.

With varied levels of accuracy because I am stupid and forgot how S1 IDs work

I personally like Callisto Hong Lu the best his kit is really funny and really fucking broken if used right((10 protection go brrrrrrrrr))

Like allot of S1 or release IDs

Valenica would start with like 21 ammo or smth idk

Also ignore that furioso would have ten coins i forgot how to math and don't want to remake him

actually there's alot wrong with yi sang

L. and T. Corp(s) have made a business deal.

A █████ has been agreed by both parties to be made via █████████ and used in a planned ████ by L. corp., T. Corp does not ██████████ in the oncoming █████ or █████, but has █████████ ███████████████, and may be forced to.

Additionaly, they have exchanged technology, T being given some E.G.O.s, and L being given Time Accelerating █████.

L. Corp is also going to attempt to ██ the singularity of T. corp after it's ████████.

I ate the pixels

+hd

1: irl

2: sekai

3: Astilla

why do i never have patience lmao

((This retcons some stuff, so read it!))

G-Ke-S04, or Kigen, is the Secundal being representing Beginnings, Potential((man)), and Growth.

After being corroded by negative energy, its ideals of creation shifted, we know not to what, and it attempted to slaughter multiple other Secundal gods, succeeding in putting multiple in dormancy. After much violence, it was put into a sub-layer of the Womb of Creation, a “Membrane Realm” known as U-Ke-01, it layer there for a long while, but eventually gained enough strength to attempt to break out, utilizing higher dimensionality to create rips in space(See article D-Os-K), through these rift, it established communication in multiple realms, and eventually breached into “The Basement”, but was weakened by Angels overwhelming Positive Energy, and our Director, Dr. Sekai, was able to attack it as a dead soul, and repair the ‘Membrane Realm’ as well as weaken him.

In other realms, A group known as the “Bloodied Knife” began to form, cult-like, worshipping nothing, their master made a deal with G-Ke-S04 through an Obelisk(See article D-Os-K), the group now utilizes not only the incredibly powerful ability to call possibilities in from the void surrounding universes, but also now to call upon aspects of Kigen.

The Bloodied Knife’s spells allow them to take any Possibility from the Realm of Possibility, and manifest it as an affect on themself, they can use this same ability to call upon Kigen, allowing immense darkness to be summoned, or open an Obelisk.

Log: U-Ke-01 expedition

-Basically we killed someone and sent their soul to Kigen’s Realm.

-The first photograph is a memory snippet from the collected data, it is of the inside of the realm, the second photograph is the same, presumably of the eye of Kigen, yeah, it moves, we don’t know how, it’s a still image.

Related Article: D-Os-K

D-Os-K is the group term for the rips in space formed by overloading a realm, commonly called Obelisks.

Obelisks are made when too much space is in one space, primarily via higher dimensional constructs entering lower dimensional planes, if the plane encompasses another realm, the rip will link the two, if not, it will lead into the Realm of Possibility. They can be sealed by excessive energy and special warping, causing them to be a blank rift leading into itself.

There are 51 documented Obelisks in the basement, D-Os-K00 is a sealed obelisk generated by Kigen, formerly leading into U-Ke-01, K01 through K39 are all unsealed, generated by Kigen, leading into U-Ke-01, K40 through 47 and K49 all lead into the Realm of Possibility, generated by unknown, K48 leads to The Realm of The Scarlet King, generated by it’s namesake, and K50 is sealed, formerly leading into the realm of possibilities

Pictured(3) is an Obelisk made by Kigen.