I'm terrible at feminine form but it's lady month so I figured I'd give the ladies of the verse some spotlight.
New Mythos, A growing American city state that serves as a front for non-typical native and foreign beings to operating in the shadow of modern civilization. Near it's heart stands Evolutions Inc, where It's CEO, Valda ‘Eighth’ Scion leans to the side in their crystalline chair bored. The large, fluffy canine, covered in exoskeletal bits, and a suit sighs. Opposite of them, pass the desk; in the usual blue robe, their friend Freya. The old greying rabbit notes “And finally, the Keeper Council is not fond of the spotlight your mortal politics may place on your husband.” Eighth grins. "The Dragon prince is fine with it. So tell those scrawny spell-fuckers either do something about it or fuc-"
A teenaged shape mass of pinkish magic dropkicks Eighth’s multi-ton armored doors. Bruised security staff raises from the floor. The judging glare of Eighth’s yellow membrane covered eyes on them. With a gesture Freya mends the shattered door. Then gives an impressed smirk to greet her daughter. “If only your manners were as good as your combat skills.”
The magical energy dissipates to revealing Jill Baron's excited face. “Yeah yeah, whateva, I figured it out.” Her mother raises a brow. “Care to be more specific?” Brimming with pride Jill holds up a hand “A lost technique believed to be myth.” She summons a book then reads, “Stál Cetanā!” then snaps it shut as she swipes her other hand. Freya freezes in shock at the sight of Uwasi’s spell book magic. Eighth perks up, lost centuries old memories of their found family flood their mind.
"Cool right, that realm breaking bastard Balak in for a surprise when I find him." Raw corporeal intent writhes in the shape of a blade guided by Jill. “Was a bitch to decipher. Apparently, some Japanese Macaque was the closet to replicating it but he dead cuz a some dude named Faron. Don’t go looking for him. He will leave threatening but helpful notes under your pillow. Told me seep myself in a moment of pure killing intent. So I relived the-”
Eighth says as they stand, “You channeled the very essence of intent into a weapon.” Jill looks at them quizzically and says “Yeah. I mean if you want to reduce it to the basics. How did you-”
“Where did you get that book from?” Freya ask, her voice meek and sadder than Jill had ever heard. The old witch sees an image of the girl she cared for overlap with her daughter. The girl’s enthusiasm fades a bit. “Oh, Flint's grandpa wanted to thank me for helping Flint out after that dumbass flung him into a lake. Said he handled it more delicately then his ride, which meant it was big time special. Oh-” She and the blade point at Eighth “-That weird bony monster form you do. Stop bothering Flint about if he can do it. He doesn’t like it.”
Eighth dashes as speeds Jill can barely follow and looms before her. Jill stands firm and readjust the blade. Eighth taps the flat of it and scorches a claw, “Careful child. Your intent is not immutable. It can sly titans or wound yourself.” They stares at strands of unfamiliar green sprouting from Jill’s hair and the blade’s edge “One must master themself, else risk harming what is within with every strike without.”
The blade fades and Jill narrows her eyes up into the yellow membrane over Eighth’s eyes “Don’t need a blade, bitch. Hop off Flint's case or else.” The bony eyebrow plates of the large canine’s mask furrows then ease. “For reviving the technique of my battle sister, I will oblige this arrangement.” Jill looks surprised “Fa real… Uh, any chance of you throwin in some housing for clan of Kobolds? I kinda promised I help build them one but caverns are reeeaally hard.”
Eighth walks away, “I do not run a charity. Ask the Invanum clan. I hear Vain's people look out for the smaller folk.” Jill huffs, blasts the doors open again. Before she leaves Frey says, “Tell no one where that book came from.” Jill nods and leaves. A quiet moment passes while Freya fixes the door. Eighth says "I met Uwasi before. She felt stronger then you. I don't think you could have killed her 1v1 unless that was her wish.”
Freya’s eyes narrow, “Excuse me?”
“She told me my past would return to me if I found emerald intent. And so it has begun.” Eighth explains sitting down. Fingers tented on their desk. “I believe she read my past as well as a future. Dojre’s little bard made sure Kingson history was preserved in story, but her technique was too complicated. She made me watch her write it down. It's the only way Uwasi could've learned it. Then she likely ordered Cole to give it to someone special.”
“I’ve long figured she used her death to fuel some curse on my bloodline. But I thought it was to spite me.” Freya lays down on one of the couches “What else could she accomplish by making it harder to divine our future?”
Eighth snorts “Your family was bred to be super soldiers for forces not fond of defiance. You specifically are a direct connection to the divines. If you are having issue seeing beyond, they are as well.” They lean back with a wide smile “Separated by time yet united by a purpose. One they wished to be as obscured to everyone. An evened chaotic playing field."
Freya peers upwards at the skylight, into the very heavens, and says “She died with a smile and muttered 'break our chains'. Except it was as if she was looking past Cole, Gravel, and I. Maybe it was directed to Jill?”
Eighth looks out the window behind her to see Jill flying away, “Or perhaps, who comes next.”
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