Ra listened to her words. She said she had seen Ezekiel in him. A madman obsessed with power. However, she saw herself in them as well. "We could have brought down the demon, but it would have been far too hard fought to be considered a victory. Likely several of us would have died in the process. With our current strength, it would not have been worth it the price." Ra sighed. After listening to her, his anger had subsided. He'd given her the chance to explain herself, and she had done so. "I suppose...If i was willing to give Ezekiel a second chance, you should be given the same. Know this, though. Should you turn on us again, i will not be so forgiving. If your sympathy for another leads you to help them, then speak with me. We will help them, i promise you. Though, it may not be how you initially percieve." Then, she began searching her person, and became worried when she couldn't find what she was looking for. "The mask was picked up by Dale and brought back to the guild for safekeeping. If it is truly important that you get it back, you may ask that it be returned."
Ra sighed. "You cannot act so brashly! If we hadn't stopped you, that demon would have been released, and countless would have died. Yourself likely included in the casualties. What you believe to be helping people, would have in fact likely ended in Boreal's death alongside many others. You must know your own strength. Recklessly overestimating yourself will result in bringing danger to those you wish to help." Ra stopped. He appeared deep in thought. He was trying to grasp what he thought of her right now. "You fought against us. Turned on us for someone you hardly knew. The choice may not have been entirely yours, though. It cannot be allowed to happen again."
Ra stared at her for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Tell me, why? Why did you betray us? I thought you better than that." He said, obviously upset over the betrayal. It almost seemed a mixture of hurt and angry in equal parts. He didn't take treason well since his brother betrayed him.
Beucette gave a frown. "That doesn't sound like an answer to me. Well if you won't answer then we'll just leave it to fate! And that means it's time for the fun part of the show!" Restraints gripped ahold of Cal's wrists, confining her to the chair. It leaned back, so she was laying flat on her back. "Wheel of Indecision!" The crowd chanted each word along with Beucette. An enormous wheel raised up from beneath her. "Ready or not, here we go!" And it began to spin. Moving around along the stage, it bumped into several obstacles which sent it ricocheting off and making a pinball noise as it lit up. It spun faster, creating a string of overlapping "dings" as it bounced around the area. The host of the show leaped on and rode the wheel with their unwilling contestant. "Wheeeeee!" She cried, wind blowing through her hair. It lasted for a few minutes before finally hitting against one of the silhouettes and lighting it up. "Number one it is!" Beucette yelled as the wheel stopped. "That's all for today folks! Come back next week to see how Veilan fairs in his own quest for love! Beucette, out!" The two were then Calxiyn and her "chosen" bachelor were then powerplayed to Cal's dorm to do the horizontal tango. Well, at least that's what she assumed they were going to do. Ra stood in the center of the room, blinking several times. He wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He was clearly as confused as Cal was. He looked over to her, with a momentarily confused expression, before it wore off. He remembered what she'd done on the island. His face turned into a scowl and he glared at her. He turned his gaze away, saying nothing for the moment.
"Aw, a shy one. That's cute. She's denying that she's just longing for someone to hold her at night. So adorable. But hey, maybe she's right. Let's ask our audience!" After various shouts of one number or another, they had all pretty much confirmed that they thought she was after someone. Now, who the hell the audience was comprised of, how the hell they got here, and why they seemed to go with that this was a dating show was completely irrelevant. "There you have it! Come on, no need to be shy. Just follow your heart and pick the one you think would be best for you. There isn't a wrong answer. I've helped a great many people find what they were looking for before! Not all of them knew they were looking, either." Beucette said, spewing bullshit every which way. This was the premier episode of the show and she'd never helped anyone find love in her life.
Beucette squinted her eyes suspiciously. "Yeah i don't buy it. You can't fool me. I know everything. Listen, if you're really that horny, then i can set you up with a guy here in the guild! That way you can satisfy your lady boner all you want without having your approval rating go down faster than the lovechild of the Hindenburg and the Titanic." She gave a slight pat on the shoulder. "Don't you worry! Leave it to ol' Beucette! You like blondies right? Well, i think we all know what time it is!" Out of nowhere, the lights dimmed to total darkness. "That's right folks, it's time for your favorite wizard dating show!" She walked into the spotlight, donning a suit and holding a microphone, an unseen audience cheering for her as she did so. "Our guest today is a poor lonely little soul who just can't control her urges. She turns to the bad boys, but that gets her in trouble. So we need to set her up with a guild mate who will treat her nice!" A group of silhouettes appeared in front of Cal as she was put into a chair. "Today we have three suitable bachelors for the tastes of our little Calxiyn. Bachelor number one is a man of class. He looks to shape the guild into a better future, though he can be a bit over the top. He also seems to have a taste for the finer things in life. Like gold. Lots of that ****. Bachelor number two is basically a carbon copy of number one as far as appearance goes, but as far as personality, they're not quite alike. He's a man of few words, and seems to always be sizing up the situation. He's a bit mysterious, but that gilgamesh appearance has a lot going for him. And Bachelor number three is...uh...He's Roxas. Now then, take your pick!"
Quinn managed to defend against the shadow dragon's roar thanks to his armor. He wasn't completely unscathed, but there was no major damage to him. He got in a position to counterattack, but was stopped by an overwhelming air of condescension. He looked to the door to find a group of people walking in slow motion in formation. This must be that Team King he'd heard about. Supposedly, they were the best of the new recruits. At least, that's what he'd heard. Given time, they might make S-class. Although, he had yet to see them in action. So he'd reserve judgement for himself. He sat back down at the bar and sighed. "Ah to hell with it. We'll do this later." Beucette looked at the ones who had returned. There was Team King, douchily walking in slow motion. Then there were two S-classes with them, Dale, Ander, Therity, and Cal. She raised her nose, giving the air a sniff. There was an odd smell coming from that group. Scooby Doo ing her way across the floor, she sniffed Calxyin. "You. You smell like Estrogen and Betrayal. Alright. Spill the beans. Who'd you ****? If not that then there must've been somethin' goin' on with someone there shouldn't have been."
Alright, Spending my 2 points in Erza +6 Magic Buying and Equipping two Mage Earrings for 1,240 jewels, bringing me up to full IS and giving me another +8 to magic. Leaves me with 310. Total Magic stat: 20 (+14) Swapping out Fire for Fira Aero for Aerora Thunder for Thundara Equipping Fire dash, Binding Strike, Stop, Magnet, Blitz, and Sliding Dash Keeping Cure where it is.
Beuce turned to glen when he asked about the ice cream. He was about to warn him of the dangers of the ice cream in that town. It was pretty tasty, but it wasnt worth the cost. They made you play this insufferable rhythm game to stack the scoops on the cone. It was horrible. However his rhythm game induced PTSD attack was interrupted by a familiar and friendly voice. "Well if it isn't the broest guy to ever exist! Been too long, man!" He asked about Kel and Ananta. Beuce thought about it for a moment and realized he hadn't actually seen either of them for a while. Last he saw either of them was when Ananta was with Kross and he'd told him about Atreia. Outside of that, he had no idea where they were. He then proceeded to ask about Beuce's arm, or lack thereof. "Well, when we got to Central Haven, it got attacked. There were behemoths everywhere and they were all really weird. Like most of their abilities were based off an online game or something. But there was this one that was especially bad. We called it Arma and it managed to overtake me. I lost my arm as a result of trying to overpower it. I mean, Kel delivered as a result. Man did he fight the power..." Beuce paused before returning to his usual smug grin. "But don't get me wrong. I can still show up any of these scrubs." He said, motioning to the others in his group playfully.
Ra panted heavily as Boreal lay defeated before them. He looked down at the man who had tried so desperately to defeat them, unable to do so. It was, in large part, thanks to Dale and his barriers of ice. He turned to the man, giving an approving smile. An unspoken thanks. It wasn't long before the entrance of the two S-class members and the filthy traitor. He was relieved to have Caliborn's healing wash over him. He needed it. They all did. "He speaks the truth, Caliborn. Had we not intervened, then he likely would've released it, and been unable to stand against it, leaving it to destroy as it saw fit. Dale's bringing us on this mission may have actually saved a large number of lives." Ra shot a glare at the other who has entered the room with the S-classes. "And you tried to help him. We'll deal with you once we return to the guild, traitor." Ra said, bitterness evident throughout his voice. Mikasa, however, then chided them for looking celebratory. She was right. The mission wasn't finished. "Indeed you are correct. However, this may have been beneficial to completing our task. The villagers said the moonlight was causing the transformations, and even fully transformed only in the light of the moon. It's a safe assumption that the moon drip ceremony is the cause of it. So, there's only one thing to do." He looked to Charlotte, then to Gaius, and gave a nod. They both knew what needed to be done. Extending an armored hand, he grabbed ahold of the shoulder of Veilan's shirt. Well, the fight between the other newcomer and Johanna had gone interestingly enough. He'd ended up healing her, instead of attacking her. He was an interesting fellow to say the least. Aias stood, and walked to Johanna. "Now i must take the test, no?" He asked, preparing his chain for combat. Quinn moved out of the way of the darkness enhanced claw that headed for his face. It, for whatever reason, seemed like that one attack had carried on for an exceedingly long time...Odd. Nevertheless, the two had returned from their slow motion adventure. Quinn, being far too amazing at everything for his own good, obviously had to flip his hair at every given opportunity during the fight. And suddenly, because of this, the pants of every female within a three mile radius, and Damian, was reduced to the equivalent of Niagara Falls. He hated being so awesome. It was such a burden. God, his life was so hard. It was just the worst. "Alright, you're on!" Quinn began to glow with magic as his clothing changed. "Machina Soul: Invincible!" When the light faded, his clothing had changed into that of an extremely bulky camouflage armor.
Beuce stared at the clones of himself and Stratos. Damn. Fighting Crybex was like playing Where's Waldo: Satan Edition. Hmm...This fight was going nowhere fast. If he was going to have any hope of getting out of this, then he'd have to think outside the box...Or, inside it rather! Beuce put his fingers to his mouth and blew, letting out a loud whistle as though calling for something. A massive blue police box materialized into existence. It easily took up the vast majority of the street they stood on. Beuce looked up at his impressive vessel. The FWARDIS. It was a brilliant piece of plot device engineering. It allowed him to travel seamlessly to other RPs or various plot relevant places in the RP he already existed in. There was only one flaw with it really...The doors flew open and a literal sea of Beuces poured from the doors. He sat and watched the flow for about a solid five minutes. Just like a spray of Beuce. Finally, he walked away to get a sandwich, took a piss, and returned with a book. He sat down, reading "NPCs and you: A fourth wall breaker's guide to exploration." "Hah! The bandits ARE coming!" finally, the sun had gone down and Beuce yawned. He reached into his bottomless pocket and pulled out a full twin sized bed. Laying down, Beuce went to sleep. A few hours later, the sun cracked over the horizon and Beuce sat up, stretching. Now, the thought had crossed his mind that a few hours had passed and that might interfere with the RP timeline. However, this inconsistency was cleared up quickly when he looked over at a nearby sign to see that the street they were on was named Abraxas. Finally, after all this, the stream of Beuces began to slow down, and eventually they just kind of rolled out into a pile. "Ya done ye-" He was interrupted by the spray picking back up for a few moments. "Ya done yet?" "Yeah we're done." "You know how i managed to fit all of you into an area the size of a storage closet is a testament to my packing skills. Anyways, You see that ******* over there?" Immediately, every single Beuce looked to a different one with a glare. "No, i mean Xindainotxindai." "Ohhh" "I think you know what to do." Each Beuce gave another a knowing look. They did indeed. All the clones of Beuce and Stratos were rounded up. The real Stratos could just Zantetsuken his way out. Each possible entity that could be Crybex was taken into the grasp of Unlimited Beuce Works. Into the FWARDIS, they pushed them all in and climbed in themselves. It only took nineteen more hours to get them all in. Once they were in, Beuce jabbed at them with a stick to try and fit them in a bit better and keep them from spilling out so he could close the door. Slamming it shut. He slapped it and it disappeared off into an unspecified location which could be determined at a later date. You could say they took Crybex and pushed him somewhere else. "Alright Myst, you wanted a way off Riel, there it is. Try not to do anything else stupid." As they landed, Zavion noted that it felt strange to be in such an untamed feeling world. Prior to now, all the worlds he'd been in were cities. This was a vastly overgrown world. There was probably a cave somewhere around here. He closed his eyes, scanning the area with his Clairvoyance. It was difficult to see through all of the oddly shaped trees, but eventually, he stumbled across something that may have been what they were looking for. "Have you found something?" Ghost asked. Zavion nodded. "Yeah, on the outside of this forest, there's some kind of structure. I don't think it's quite a natural made cave, but it seems close enough. In fact, i don't think much of the framework of this planet is naturally made, just the things that grow on it. It's like the whole place is made of steel." "Interesting. In any case, we should be going. We need to confirm whether or not the Hero is here." "Truly?! You think this Hero might be able to help?!" "Sure. But don't get your hopes up about finding him. We're looking for him now. Not exactly sure why here though. It's a ship. He's supposed to be in a cave." Bartholomew said, pointing out the oddity of the location they'd chosen to search in. Honestly, that red headed woman didn't know what she was talking about. He'd have to force her into a mental solitary confinement for a day or two. Not even because of the faulty information really. He hadn't gotten to properly scare anyone, and she was a good target. "Even still...I'm glad you came to this ship. Had you not, i may have never encountered you. I will help you find your hero, so that in the end he might help me accomplish my goal. " "Alright, well once Caleb has decided that there are no caves in the ship, we'll probably be going back to our headquarters."
Boreal's assault on them had been ruthless. The ice and snow had torn through their ranks, yet he was left unaffected by it. The blonde woman who had served as his protector now lay unconscious on the floor before him. "Charlotte!" Ra knelt down to the woman hastily to see if she was alright. She was out cold. "Do not fear...you did not save me in vain..." Ra stood and shot a frightening glare at Boreal. There was fire in his eyes Fire wrapped itself around Ra, burning from his fingertips all the way up his body. "Boreal..." He growled. "You will not go unpunished! You have insulted us!" The fire from him coalesced into a sphere at the wave of his hand, hovering near him. "You have made light of our bonds, and our pride!" Another orb of fire was created on the opposite side of him, burning slightly larger than the last. "You have injured our comrades, mocking us while you did so!" A third orb was crafted from the flames surrounding him. "You have turned one of our own against us. Used her and her power she cannot control for your own gain!" The bitterness Ra felt about this particular offense was apparent in his voice, and that it spawned the largest of the blazing spheres. "These crimes spit on the name of Sapphire Eclipse! You will not escape justice, Boreal! The flames of the sun will scorch your very soul!" The flames encompassing Ra's body grew hotter and brighter, until they eclipsed everything in the room in their light. His voice grew angrier with each word he spoke. Raising his staff high above his head, he brought down the end of it to the ground in front of him with a heavy slam. "THE HEAT BEARS DOWN UPON YOU!" The burning spheres all heeded their master's will and hurled themselves at the ice mage who opposed them. The fool he was, to face Sapphire Eclipse. To face Team King!
Beuce walked up next to the teenage boy, who seemed to be reading a card. He leaned over his shoulder, reading it as well. "Mark Furgot...Damn. That's a hell of an effort filled last name." He said casually. Hm. This was a bit of an odd situation. When he'd went looking for his left sock, he'd never expected the washing machine to betray him. And what's worse, the ketchup was in on it! The mark of it's betrayal was even still on his chest. Most people might even think it was blood, but no. Just a stain of the past. He never thought that his death would be so tragic. Shakespeare himself couldn't write a more sorrowful course of events. Fighting back tears at the tragic memories, Beuce himself picked up a card, beginning to read it. He was curious, were they all about the people here? Did they all have such amazing last names as the one that the kid in the hat had picked up? Find out in the next exciting post of Anchored Down Z.
The man looked up at Boreal, who had now taken to the skies with his ice make magic. He seemed confident, but Ra could tell he was getting desperate. If he was breaking out all the stops in order to finish the fight, he must be getting close to running out of steam. "You cannot hide from us, Boreal. The sky is no friend of yours. You have already failed. You must now accept it." Ra said to their enemy. He tappes his staff against the ground, and an orb of wind shot from the tip. He would break his wings and pull him back down to the ground.
"Yeah, tell me about it man. It's like we entered this realm of existence where literally nothing makes sens- oh wait. we did." Beuce didn't say more on the subject. Crybex was using his light powers to make everything all illusioney and stuff. He was about to go and help Stratos with the angels, but that plan was pretty quickly interfered with by the plasma spells being shot at him. "Wait you have your own class of magic? Damn. Remind me to do a studying montage after this and figure out how to use that." Beuce curled into a ball, creating a hard defensive shell around him. The spells collided with him, leaving scorch marks on his back, but there was a repercussion to attacking him in this form. Any time he was hit, the attacker was hit with a pretty damn powerful recoil. After the assault ended, Beuce began rolling, picking up speed, and aiming to ram himself into Crybex and knocked him into the air momentarily, preventing him from taking action. Then Stratos could last breath him or something. He didn't know which one was the real Crybex, but hey, if he existed there was a shot at it. Maybe he had a godlike luck stat or something. Luck and AP, There's a duo if there ever was one. Freya had apparently noticed his brooding and skipped over to him, interjecting into their conversation. "You're pretty optimistic about that. What if you can't?" Zavion asked through the mental link. "Perhaps she needs to be. If you submerge yourself in fear the future your entire life, then you'll never be able to walk forward. You must try to keep moving. And if you end up making a mistake, then try to rectify it is all you can do." Ghost said to the boy and his sister. "I suppose you're right. Yeah, let's look for land." Rienzel looked at the blue haired man who summoned a blade as he entered. It didn't seem like he was overly hostile, simply being protective of his daughter. He honestly respected the man a bit for that. "My name is Rienzel Krane." As for the other part of the question...What did he mean? As far as he knew, no one from his realm had ever traveled into the realm of light. Did that mean that in this place, there was not one large world, but an abundance of smaller ones? "I...suppose i'm from another world, you could say." Before he could tell the man his motives, he was approached by the fearful creature that accompanied them. "Wait, you said your name was Krane?" Bartholomew asked, the name apparently having piqued his interest. Rienzel turned to look at him, and when he did, their eyes met. Instantly, Bartholomew saw his fear. And through his fear, he knew his identity. "Aha! Well, i'll be damned! You really are one of them! I didn't think there'd be any left alive after i last saw you guys. From what i heard, there weren't many of you left. Little enough that in all the time i spent there, i only encountered any of you once. Man, that was a fun time." Bartholomew gave a chuckle. "What do you mean? How do you know of me?" "Not so much you...I'll tell you another time. The point being, Caleb, he's not from another world. He's from another realm altogether. He's a native of the realm of darkness. He's probably here to find a cure for the scrawl." The crimson haired main explained to Caleb. Rienzel nodded in confirmation, obviously suspicious how he knew so much about him. "The scrawl is a plague that the light brought on which has devastated my people. There's only a small handful of us left in our entire realm. Anyone who contracts it...they die a slow and painful death. The light eats away at them from the inside. Please...i don't know if you can help me. I don't know if there even is a cure. It's just...my daughter. I have to try." Rienzel pleaded to Caleb. Surely he'd be able to understand that, given that he had a daughter himself.
Ra stared at the massive ice construct. If this one had a name, then clearly he was pulling out his trump cards. He was getting desperate. "No dragon can defeat us!" Ra called out to his party. "Veilan, assist Ander in finishing the eagles! Leave the dragon to us." Ra stepped forward, staring down the beast. They had defeated countless others of his ice constructs. This one was stronger, but it remained an insect to their power. It would fall just as easily as all the rest. It would fall under the might of Sapphire Eclipse. "Crystallarax, you will be trampled in our march!" The leader of Team King screamed at the frozen dragon barring their path, making his hatred of ice-based constructs evident. It was simply a returned mutual dislike. Flame danced across his fingers as he hurled a searing ball of flames at the dragon. Quinn groaned as Gexln whined to Johanna to hurry up and get them their drinks. "Oh my god will you shut the hell up?" At first glance, Metal appeared to travel up his arm, but that wasn't what was actually happening. His arm was becoming the iron. It stiffened, straightening into a club shape. With a quick swing, he batted Gexln in the back of the head. "She's busy. If you really want the drink then quit being such a damn baby." Wait. Gexln was being a baby. He'd just hit him. Oh god he'd become Karina. Where did he go wrong in life?
Aias was somewhat confused as to the workings of the guild. They'd been sent from one person to another, only to be sent back to the person before, when they had been standing mere feet away from each other. He didn't think that joining the guild would be so much like quests in Aion. He disregarded the thought, and watched as Damian approached Johanna. He stood silent for the most part. After Damian was through, it would be Aias' turn to face her. He wasn't particularly strong yet, and he knew this. It was just to test their skills. He waited for their battle to be over so he could begin his. Beucette stumbled back into the guild hall, her hair a mess and obvious exhausted. She took a seat at the bar, and looked to the new faces. Let's see...There was the guy from shoehorn.rp, the guy from that character dump a while back, and Mr."I'm so awesome it's a bother."...Wait Quinn hadn't been introduced yet? Oh. Well, time to get on with that segment of the post! The fourth S-class took a seat at the bar next to Gexln. "First you go and take the good job, and don't even invite me so i'm stuck with the **** assignments, and now you don't even invite me to the party? That's cold. I'll be joining in on this drinking contest, if you don't mind." Quinn declared to the other S-classes. He'd just gotten back from a mission himself, although it wasn't exactly glamorous. The mission was literally called "We are bees. We hate you." And yes, it involved the termination of a large number of bees. Didn't pay much either. It was chump change compared to that vulcan job. He'd planned to go on it, but he got to the job board to find it was already taken. "Johanna, when you're finished with the new guys, another round over here!"
Ra used thunder
Beuce was about to parry an attack from one of the angels, but he found that he didn't need to. From the sky, tripping over a meteor made of irony, came his partner in crime. Beuce chuckled in response to Stratos stating that he was alive. "Of course i'm alive! I wouldn't die even if you killed me!" And somewhere, Caleb probably broke something in a fit of rage. Turning his attention back to Crybex, Beuce confirmed what Stratos had asked him in a rather serious tone. "Yeah. This asshat thinks that all you need to do to be the main antagonist is genocide a bunch of people. Well i'm here to tell you that's wrong! You can't just usurp the position! This RP has a concrete, finely established, well thought out plo-" Beuce stopped mid sentence and started laughing uncontrollably. "Ohhh Sapphire i can't even say it with a straight face. Alright let's kick his ass." Beuce activated the battle mode of his god powers. Hold onto your seats boys and girls, 'cause this shit's about to get weird. From the tip of his spine burst four white and red tendrils of uh...i dunno godfuckery or something... From each vertebrae in his back shot a spike of the same color. Finally, his eyes changed to yellow and white, because regular ghoul eyes look pretty goddamn evil. Now that he was fully transformed into Shonen upgrade mode, he let out his fiercest battle quote. "Ok." Jackie was, by far, the most subtle person he'd ever met. She'd get along well with Freya. Evidently they were in charge of maintaining the ship's appearance while not being salad chefs. Well, he hadn't planned on preparing any Salads while on their voyage, but now he was apparently supposed to expressly avoid it. He'd never liked salad anyway. Too much plant. it reminded him of the gardens on Riel. The home he could never go back to. Zavion looked off the edge of the ship in a brooding fashion, staring at the stars. How many lives would their actions change? How much would the water ripple because they touched it? His thoughts were interrupted by the assassin who approached him, leaning over the rail. "Ghost...Why are you here?" The man didn't give it much thought. "Your mother asked me to watch over you. She is concerned about your safety. I'm not under orders to bring you to Riel or anything of the sort. Simply make sure harm doesn't befall you or your sister." "That's not what i meant..." Zavion paused, trying to think of how to word it. "Do we really have any right to interfere with the lives of so many people? How do we know what we do is the right choice, in anything?" "I suppose we don't." "That's reassuring..." "No one knows what the outcome of their actions will be. All we can do is stumble blindly into the future. If what we do is wrong, then we simply must try with all our power to make amends." "And what if we can't? What if we end up screwing things up so badly we can't fix them? What are we supposed to do?" Ghost stood up straight and turned around, beginning to walk away. "I'll let you know when i figure it out." Rienzel stepped out of the veil, and felt metal beneath his feet. He was in an area completely unfamiliar to him. Turning around, he looked through the window and nearly gasped in surprise. There were...so many lights. what were they? Why was the sky so filled with these? His attention was drawn back to his current surroundings by a voice. It sounded female, speaking to someone named Caleb. Well, at least he could understand them...He didn't know if they would be hostile or not. Light had a habit of rejecting the darkness. Yet, if he were to accomplish his goal, he would need to interact with the inhabitants of this realm at some point. She'd also mentioned something about a hero. He didn't know what she was talking about, but for now, it seemed like talking to these people was his best option. Cautiously, he walked into the room the voice had originated from. The woman he'd heard speak had bright golden hair, and radiated with light. The others included a tall man with blue hair, who looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Next to him was a little girl, presumably his daughter. She honestly reminded him a bit of Josephine. And finally, a frightening creature who he wasn't entirely sure was even human. He didn't speak yet. He simply made his presence known.
Ra used fire
