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Squad 1 + 3 - Ellie + Mikael
The waves of zombies slowed and stopped, as their master transformed. Ellie paused in her slaughter to take in the giant beast, before leaping back to rejoin the other defenders.
More specifically, to take Mikael's outstretched hand.
"Hey baby, you wanna see how poweful we can make these cannons?" He asked, and she giggled in response.
"You boys and your toys."
As one they raised their hands, and their combined energies poured through Mikael into Octavius's cannons. In addition to the hellfire from before, the cannons now crackled with lightning as well, the electromagnetic force accelerating them to much more destructive speeds.
Nari was, as always, the first to move. As the necromancer merged with his creations, only to be held back by a strange old man, she was upon him. Seven flickering images of the ninja surrounded the transformed monster, as Nariko pushed herself to the limits of her speed.
"Seven Hundred Stings." Nariko called, seemingly from all directions at once.
In an instant, the monster was assaulted by a lightning fast barrage of blades. Hundreds of slashes fell on the beast all at once, aimed precisely at any weak point she could find - eyes, neck, joints, or gaps in its armor. Not a single movement wasted.
And then, in the same breath, Nariko moved away, putting distance between the beast and herself before the others' attacks landed. She panted as she did so, unused to exerting herself to that extent.
May all our blows land true, and this monster fall.
Vivian-Squad 4-The Thing That Should Not Be
Viv was deeply suspicious. She'd never really tangled with this "Dorkheart" guy before, but apparently, he was a perennial irritant for Bozo. So why hadn't he gone all Icky Kaiju before? She really hated magic. Seeing that the rest of the team were unleashing their powers on it, the young mechanoid (well, one of her parts was 70 years old, but still) decided to fall back. She didn't know who that old guy was or what he wanted, but she was suspicious. Many many times over. Best to check the school in case this is all a huge fakeout.
Viv launched herself back to the rooftop overlooking the whole battle. Parts whirred as she readied most of her weapon systems. However, she designated two sonic disruptors at the old man. Likewise, she set all of her systems to trying to catch a glimpse of his face and recording as much of his movements as she could. Yes, he was helping out, but one of the first laws she learned was: Trust, but verify.
Rebecca - Squad 3
Well. That was new. Zombies were an occupational hazard, but Rebecca was taken off guard by them fusing into a... that. The familiar sounding old man was also unexpected, but he seemed to be on their side. Or at the very least he wasn't on the monster's side.
And then the barrage of attacks started. They were really going to town on this thing. For Rebecca's part, she took hold of the leftover sludge from her earlier attack, and formed it into giant spikes piercing up into the beast from underneath.
Iris - Squad 2
What was that thing? Whatever it was, Iris wanted one! It was adorable... maybe a little big to keep as a pet, though.
Also it was attacking her friends. That was definitely a deal-breaker. She should do something about that.
From the Foundation roof, a number of freeze beams rained down onto the creature's back.
Renée - Squad 1
A third story window suddenly broke open, and Renée jumped out, fully armed in her Salamander gear. And then she stopped and stared for a second.
"... Not gonna lie, I was expecting zombies."
Still, it was a thing that was trying to attack people and... it was at the epicenter of a dozen different attacks. Her flamethrowers only had so much range, and she definitely didn't want to get up close right now. Time to test the auxiliary weapons system.
Aiming her suit's palm at the thing, she fired a small cannister that, upon contact, exploded into a blaze. The firebombs seemed to work.
Cole - Squad 4 (92)
Attack's still charging, just 4 minutes 58...59...all done!
By now the enormous sphere of psionically generated force would be visible from miles away, perhaps even challenging the size and scope of the monster Darkheart turned into. The sphere rippled with force, electric looking energy leaping off of it and crackling back in toward it.
The air beneath it held a static like feeling, the pulsations of the sphere of psionic force able to be heard across the area.
Any remaining residual storm would be forced aside due to sheer size and force.
It cast a harsh light upon everything around and beneath it.
Cole raised both hands upward to direct the sphere...
Before making his move, he shouted telepathically to those in the line of fire, Everybody get clear, I'm tossing this thing in at Darkheart...Golgomesh...whatever!
And after giving them ample time to move, he promptly tossed the sphere down at Darkheart's form.
Sam took a calming breath as he prepared his own attack. Losing his calm mindset could really cost him his control and his life.
With all the big hits coming that way, he decided to try to contain whatever comes out of it. Stopping an explosion isn't something he practiced all that much (more preventing them, really), but he knew how they weren't exactly good at holding back. Trying to neutralize whatever came out of it was his new plan, even if there was a killer headache to come.
He had a city to save after all.
Squad 4 - Saint Foundation HQ - Iona
Well, the pizza delivery guy certainly was devoted to his job, that was for sure. Probably to the point of insanity if he carried around a chainsaw and shotgun, but who was she to complain at the help? Iona carried on mowing down hundreds of zombies, until the storm let up.
"Aww, over so soon?"
Of course, it wasn't. Darkheart had fused with this...thing to create another abomination. Well, everyone was intent on hammering on it with all they had while the mystery man held it at bay for an opening. Destructive forces surged through the entire area, a rush of adrenaline blinding Iona's mind, and she almost lost herself in the overwhelming power.
"Gggh! No! I'm the one in control! Focus!"
Well, there was still the city to worry about. Iona began moving her arms around in circles, starting large and wide, but slowly bringing them inwards, picking up in speed. Water in the city and air right beneath the monster began to gather into one stream, growling longer as it spirally upwards from the very outskirts, with each rotation growing closer and closer, faster and faster. Frothing white foam began to gush as it was put under more pressure. Eventually, it had fornered a spiraled dome to protect the city from the worst of the force being slung about, the water moving incredibly quickly to one pinprick of a point.
"Feel the might of water!"
With an upwards heave, the entire dome lifted and stretched, aiming to pierce through Golgomesh like a drill with the highly pressured water at the tip.
Outside Foundation HQ
With everyone giving the beast everything they had, the outcome was clear. The beast tried to resist, tried to struggle, but with everything thrown at it, it was too much to handle. With a final scream of agony, it dissipated into a cloud of black smoke before it was blown away by a sudden gust of wind, leaving only Darkheart's unconscious body on the pavement.
Though the smoke wasn't the only thing blown away. With the creature's defeat, the clouds that had so quickly gathered were pushed aside, and bright rays of sunshine began to peak through as the last trickles of rain subsided. With everything seemingly resolved, the man began to walk away, intent on taking his leave as quickly as he came.
Only for one final, belated gust to blow away his cloak and hood. The man stood still, his back facing the group as he pondered his next course of action. And then he made his choice. "Well. Guess there's not much point in hiding it, huh?"
He turned around, revealing his face for all to see. And it was one they thought they'd never see again. It was the Saint. As bright and full of hope as ever. As though he'd never left. And he was here to stay.
Well, it wasn't Impossible. Entirely different hero. Something to do with reality bending. Lily could barely think straight at that moment in time. She'd never met the Saint in person—he was meant to have died, after all—but seeing him now, somehow not dead...
“...Y-You're the Saint...” she breathed, cursing inwardly for stating the obvious as she stared slack-jawed at him. “But you're... y-you're supposed to be dead, I mean...!”
She tried to formulate more words, but couldn't. That was the extent of what her brain could come up with. So she just stood there, panting slightly from exertion and occasionally casting confused looks over to her comrades.
Surely she wasn't just hallucinating, right?
“Is he a zombie?” Emily pointed, looking briefly at the man before running her gaze across his entire form. “He was dead, and now he's here. Wait, no. Revenant? I can figure it out,” she murmured, scrutinizing the hero before tilting her head slightly to one side.
She had no idea. Her brain felt fuzzy, and strange. She suddenly realised she felt weak. Overstimulated. It was all too much again. Things felt...
“I'm tired,” she suddenly said, blinking rapidly as she felt parts of her body sink and become sluggish in movement. She could barely focus now. “Too much... I need to... sleep... think... I...”
She crumpled to the floor. It wasn't exactly ungraceful, but it wasn't controlled either. It was a truly spontaneous, unwanted reaction. There was no psychic emanations from her—but if someone like Cole dared to check, it was as if her brain was buzzing in the background.
She would not respond to touch.
“Who's that old guy?”
Tyulla floated up alongside Mason, looking somewhat calmer now that her energy had been spent. She didn't appear to recognize the Saint in the slightest, nor seem at all interested by his presence—instead tugging at Mason's sleeve with all the urgency of a child desperate to understand why the sky was blue.
“Hey. Why're they staring at him? He had a stupid cloak. Bad fashion sense. Is that it?”
She stuck a finger in her ‘ear’, looking at the Saint again before idly weaving a marble-sized ball of dark energy around and between her fingers.
“Is he bad? Should I kill him? Or is he a good one?”
Cole - Squad 4 (47)
For a while Cole just stood there, smoke coming off of him as he came down from exerting that much power. And now...the cloaks were off and the old guy that had helped them against Golgomesh was—-The Saint. Cole tried to find something to say about this, but he couldn't.
He had a shall we say complicated relationship with the image of The Saint, mostly in how it related to his own past. In his world, The Saint was a name that belonged to a warlord of Alpha-Leunis, with all that implied.
In this world, he was a beloved paragon...whose time was before Cole even got there, and whose methods and preferred ideas were understandably at odds with the way Cole typically operated. He had to try and find a peaceful middle ground, and that wasn't always easy especially in the light of certain villains.
And now, the supposedly dead Saint was alive again. And Cole didn't know for sure if this was a good thing or not. He could detect a faint buzzing from Emily's body - it was clear she was not in the best of states right now.
"Hey guys, Emily looks like she's unconscious. I'll take her back up to the Foundation building. Don't want her just laying on the ground."
Could he just come back? Wasn't there some fable about The Saint and time travel? What if this is not our Saint? I mean I've run into my fair share of versions of my classmates. Multiverse Theory is just SUCH a bitch.
With that thought in mind, Cole went over to gently pick up Emily to take her back to the Foundation building. Once he was sure she was in a good posture, he commenced flying back to the Foundation Building.
Marky - Squad 1
Saint Lad's reaction to this whole thing was another thing altogether. He had charged out with Renee, ready to wreck stuff, but then he wound up just staring. First down at the prone form of Darkheart, the dumb bastard just laying there, and—-and The Saint himself. Marky felt like he was tripping out. Like this was all somehow not real.
He rubbed his forehead and pinched his cheek, as if trying to settle whether this was real or a dream. A messed up, screwy dream that was jackin' him around. He'd accepted his origin - some kinda clone or somethin', but the presence of The Saint - the "real Saint" - made him just freeze up.
He looked at Renee as if wanting some kind of response from her, too.
"I'm...I'm gonna bounce, yo. I...uh, I gotta—-figure...figure some shit out."
And with that, Marky was running off.
Edited by NickTheSwing on Aug 23rd 2019 at 1:42:03 AM
After literally teasing through that ugly monster, Mari landed with style, before the black cloud was blown towards her direction. Lots of coughs ensued.
"That *cough* *cough*...smelled like cremated zombies...", she squealed squeamishly, with a hand over her mouth.
"Besides that rather unfortunate event...", a smile spreaded across her face, "WE WON!!!!", she started thriumphally jumping up and down, ematanating ecstasy from every pore.
The winners obviously won, while that kooky wizard has lost. Down HFIL you go, Dorkheart!
Mari went to meet up with the others—
But first, lemme adress the old man.
"Hey, double N!", she snazzily approached the Saint lookalike, "When you woke up, did you see a cloaked man with scaly white skin and purple eyeliner?", she brashly asked.
If anyone look at Mari, they would see that her visible eye has changed color. That glassy grey is no more. There now was a unnatural white with thick black outlines and a white pupil.
Well, that was a doozy!
Dante removed the Animus Domino — returning to normal — and turned towards the others with a smile.
"Woah! That sure was fantastico! Good job everyon—", his eyes met with the Saint(?)'s face.
"Heyyyyyyy...", he gazed at him suspiciously, "Were you Darkheart's last resort or something?", he blurted out as he 'scanned' the 'Saint' from head to feet.
Iuvem panted, looking slightly hunched over. His arms were starting to slowly regenerate.
..Of course we won, there...there was no way that evil incarnate was going to make it out of this realm unscathed..., as he continued to pant, his eyes watched the current commotion with the Saint lookalike and stuff.
He weakly grinned.
"What a...tranquil ending. We defeated that Darkheart villain, ceasing his consciousness along with those wretched zombies' existence, the Saint lookalike doesn't seem to be hostile at the moment and...", the golem's vision started to become blurry.
"...and I managed to not succumb to the Chaos Mode...heheh.", he started wobbling.
"I...I feel...accom..plished...", he fell into the ground, unconcious, in a supine position.
Edited by Theyja on Aug 23rd 2019 at 9:41:23 PM
"We did it!" Ellie cheered, jumping and throwing her hands up in celebration. "Take that, Dork... heart...?"
Her voice caught in her throat as the Saint revealed himself. She stared, mouth opening and closing, unsure if what she was seeing was real.
There was the click of a gun. Mikael leveled a rifle at the mystery man, scowling.
"I'm just gonna say this outright, Saint: I don't believe for a minute you're the same man we knew. I've been to alternate universes before. And I know that no matter how good someone seems, there's a world where they became a monster."
An image of two ink-stained girls flashed through his mind. One was a quiet but determined hero. The other a terrible murderer. They were the same girl, fighting herself.
"So I don't trust you as far as I can throw you."
"Mimi." Ellie placed a hand on his shoulder. "He's the Saint. Stop being so paranoid."
"I'm not being paranoid." He said, not taking his eyes off the Saint. "Think about it. The Saint comes back from the dead, or a clone of him appears, at the exact moment a villain attacks us? And the fact he was walking away suggests he wasn't intending to reveal himself. Why wouldn't the Saint show himself to the world the moment he came back? He should know damn well that everything got worse without him. I don't know what his game is, but it isn't altruism, that much I can tell you."
Ellie considered this for a moment, then placed a hand on the barrel of his rifle and pulled it away. "At least let him explain himself, then. If he's really an impostor or evil or something, then we'll need the whole class to take him down. But if he's not, we shouldn't fight him."
Mikael grumbled at that, but couldn't argue with his wife.
Nariko caught Iuvem instantly, lowering him gently to the ground. She stroked his face with her tail.
"You did well. Rest." She said, soothingly.
Then she turned back towards the Saint, her hand on her kunai pouch.
Men did not simply come back to life, and so she suspected something was wrong. She would reserve judgement, however - some of the others had actually met the man personally, so they'd be more likely to notice if anything was off about him.
Outside Saint Foundation HQ
"Whoah, hey, one thing at a time!" Saint appeared a bit flustered, though he was still putting on a brave face. Having a gun pointed at ones self would do that you. "Look, Mikael. I understand if you don't trust me. I'm not sure if I'd trust me. But the least you can do is let me explain myself." He took a moment to clear his thoughts, as though trying to clear away a deep fog in his mind.
"The last thing I remember is the invasion. The city was on fire. Nazi's were invading, Gaea was attacking, everything was up in smoke. The least I could do was help. And when I learned you kids were in danger, I rushed over as fast I could. And then, well. That's when everything went black." He rubbed his throat. A thin line stretched across it, as though it had nearly been severed. Or perhaps it had been.
"Next thing I knew, I was crawling my way out of a graveyard. At first I wasn't sure what I was doing or who I even was. It was like something was clouding my mind, trying to turn me into something I wasn't. But I wasn't having any of that. I didn't know much, but somehow I knew I wasn't whatever they were trying to make me. I focused, howling in pain as I tried to regain myself. It took nearly everything I had. But whether it was my own Goddamn persistence or something else, I managed to claw my way back to the living. Even if it felt like hell."
He clutched his chest, as though he still wasn't over whatever ordeal he overcame to come back. "Shame everyone else wasn't so fortunate. After taking a bit to get myself together, I finally noticed where I was. And that there was a horde of zombies shambling over toward the Foundation. Though they didn't seem to concerned with me. The Foundation seemed to be the only thing they cared about. So, grabbing whatever scraps of clothing I could, I followed the zombies. Course, I still wasn't 100%. Coming back from the dead will do that to you. But once I was up to snuff, I rushed in without hestiation. And here we are!"
He took a moment to breath, as if taking everything in. "As for why I tried to walk away, well. I didn't want anyone getting hurt obviously. That's why I came. But last time we met, when I, well. When I kicked it I guess. I wasn't able to save you. Any of you. And I suppose I wasn't sure I could face you after that. But I guess that's mute."
Suddenly he stood tall, his gaze firm and resolute, yet still possessing the kindness and compassion he was known for. "I still don't expect all of you to trust me. Not yet anyway. But at least give me a chance to earn that trust." He held out his hand, hoping that Mikael would shake it. And if not? Well, not getting shot in the face would still be a win.
“I think I understand. You were revived from the dead by Darkheart, but presumably managed to resist brainwashing.”
Holiday stepped up now, shortly followed by Adam who (promptly) buzzed towards her and proceeded to latch himself into his designated slot. She was somewhat scuffed and scratched in places—some of her skin panels partially or completely ripped so as to reveal either cold black metal or empty compartments—but overall seemed unharmed. Nothing internal, at least. Her chassis modifications had braced her considerably.
Still, the pneumatic hissing and clicking of her legs was louder than usual. She didn't particularly like to announce her presence like that.
“You seem relatively benevolent to me. I advise that we bring you inside under watch so you can undertake a small checkup. Seeing if there's any lingering effects or warped magic at play. Which I cannot detect. Unless somebody here can,” she mentioned, looking around with her hands clasped casually behind her back. “Mahvash? Dante? Oh, Iris even. Those eyes seem good for many things.”
I doubt I'd be able to take him out if he turns heel. My tasers are amped to the barest minimum needed to take out a standard weight human. Let alone one of his class. Rather me than them, though. A distressing amount of us can't simply be repaired after a battle. Plus they should act fast...
Oh. Hang on.
“Iris, could you kindly close this eye of yours now? It doesn't do much for my appearance.”
Sam took a deep breath as all was done. Well, that's one invasion less, but the person that appeared froze him for a moment. Placing a hand on Lily's shoulder, he tried to understand the situation.
"Our lives took another turn, didn't they?" He asked to no one in particular. He was getting too used to things just plain not making any sense, and quite frankly, he wasn't someone that the Saint could say was proud of, so this was something he didn't know how to face.
Still, he looked at the others, and tried to keep his distance.
Ryuu landed, leaning to the nearest building as he tried to take a minute. That was a lot of work, and he felt the strain.
The Saint seemed to be back, but he couldn't say anything out loud, he was too busy trying to not fall sleep, and shaking off some of the water.
He considered the Saint's explanation for a moment, acutely aware of Ellie's eyes on him. He closed his own eyes in thought, then opened them. His rifle vanished, and he begrudgingly clasped the Saint's hand in his own, large claw.
"Very well. I'll accept your explanation for now. But be warned, I will be watching you like a hawk." He met the Saint's gaze with a firm stare.
Ellie smiled. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's the real deal." She turned to the Saint and nodded. "I trust you, Mr. Saint sir."
As the situation seemed handled, Nariko decided it would be best to move her unconscious teammate to the infirmary.
However, she quickly faced a problem. While Iuvem's weight was simple for an athletic beastfolk such as herself to lift, his body was so large that she couldn't comfortably carry him. Part of him would be dragged along the ground as she moved.
Clicking her tongue, she quickly dashed over to the robot girl on her squad. "Vivian, was it? Could you help me carry our teammate to the medical bay? He's a bit bulky, and I don't want to drag him." She gestured to the fallen Iuvem. "If you would grab his legs, it would be much appreciated."
Sam, has there ever been a time our lives haven't taken a turn?
Zach's face was quite difficult to read. It was...tricky, when the reason you became a hero to begin with had apparently risen from the grave and was now...here. He looked at the rest of his squad and kind of felt what they all felt?
Apprehension, stunned silence, a bit of budding excitement? It was all incredibly hard to believe, which is why he wasn't exactly freaking out, gushing about or anything like that. His tendrils lay at the sides, spiked and ready to strike in case something went wrong.
And something ALWAYS went wrong.
I say we give him a chance. He wrote after a moment. Going gung ho and ready to throw fists at the slightest provocation will eventually bite us in the ass.
Octavius didn't have a single fucking idea of what was going on. Too sober to care, not drunk enough to care, he looked between everyone on the rest of his squad and shrugged his shoulders.
Whoever the fuck this guy was, seemed to be a big enough deal that were was debates on whether or not shooting him in the face was ethical.
Came with the territory of being a hero he guessed.
Still, not one to be left behind he casually gestured and a few of the cannons, lingering in the air, pointed downward at the man, ready to let loose at the slightest unnatural flinch.
"It can't be..." He mumbled, frowning as he leaned forward. "Is that-"
Tyulla tried to get his attention in the only adorably blunt way she knew how, and he turned his attention to her when she lifted up the glowing ball of destruction and he sucked in a sharp breath. He reached over in an attempt to snuff it out but thought better of it and resisted the urge, lest he get erased by sheer accident.
"No no, Tyulla, don't blow him up, he's a good guy, he's like, the BEST GUY." he said, throwing his hands up. "He's one of the original heroes, he's the one who started the wave of heroes coming out, he founded the Saint Foundation and the Saint Academy and you're not paying attention."
A pause as he tried to bring about the level of importance she would know. He snapped his fingers.
"You know those Ice Cream bars with the gold and white ice cream and the gumball eyes?" He pointed.
“I am paying attention!” she insisted, halting in her attempts to lick her eye with her own purple tongue as she nonchalantly grabbed his hand and used his fingers to casually snuff out the tiny ball of dark energy she had been preparing. “I was concentrating. Very important.”
The mention of the holy Darby's Gilded White Ice Cream Bars caught her attention immediately, and she vigorously nodded in rapt enthusiasm as he slowly began to explain Saint's importance to her.
Only to grow slack-jawed, double-take at the resuscitated hero, and promptly prostate herself in front of him (or in his general direction; she wasnt that bothered) in the utmost respect.
“THE LORD IS WITH US.”
It was hard to tell if she was joking or not.
Squad 4 - Iona
"No way...that's borderline impossible."
Iona stared slackjawed at what appeared to be the Saint standing right before them. The very Saint that had been killed all those years ago on the day Gaea attacked.
It certainly seemed to be like him, just like the original, as if he had been alive since all those years ago. As if he never died...never died.
Her brain stopped in its tracks and went over that again. Something was off, by virtue of not being off.
"Wait...never died? There's not a single touch of death upon him,and he admits that he was technically..."
She was about to speak up, but shadowy whispers stayed her tongue. Fate had something in store, and it was not her place to say anything right now. Still, something to be wary of. For now, she would bide her time with vigilance. After all, it could simply be a gift horse, involving travel through time.
She turned to Iuvem collapsed on the ground, almost rolling her eyes. The golem really did remind her of her younger, more hot-headed self. Just friendlier.
"Really? Just had to throw yourself into that so much? Now we're going to have to get you back to the Headquarters..."
With a wave of her hand in the air, as if summoning a servant, the earthen golem that was Gigas burst out of the ground.
"I'll have Gigas here carry him, if you all want. Such a menial task for a spirit, but oh well."
She walked up to Mason. Surely he would understand her plight, and honestly he was the one she trusted the most apart from Perry at this moment. She made to leave, passing by the armored elementalist fan, grabbing him by the arm. With a quick sign and flick of her fingers, and time seemed to stop for the briefest a moments. Inside the hidden moment of history, Iona whispered into his ear.
"Don't tell anyone this, because fate has something planned, but I don't trust this Saint any further than I could throw him."
Perry probably also knew that this Saint was probably never dead before. She turned to her old comrade, raising a single finger to her lips with a knowing look. In the stopped time, Perry would be able to see Iona's gesture, but not be able to move or act otherwise.
Keep quiet about it.
With that done, she let go of Mason's arm, and the course of history resumed, the moment lost in time and ignorance. She simply stood there beside her student and colleague, arms folded and keeping the controlled expression she always wore.
Edited by UndyingPhoenix on Aug 23rd 2019 at 12:28:52 PM
"What?" What? What... What.
That was... the Saint... It couldn't be the Saint the Saint was dead but he wasn't dead he was alive and breathing and right in front of her. Rebecca's brain tried and failed to process this new information, even as the Saint warded off Mikael's suspicions by telling his story.
"But... butbut… but..." He was here. The person who she had idolized her whole life, whose death had devastated her, and he was alive... but why... but how... but...
She... she gave up... he died and she just gave up and it took her two years to get back on her feet and she was such a disappointment... How... how could she even stand here right now?
Rebecca stood stock still as all these thoughts flashed through her mind.
Iris stared from up on the rooftop as the Saint was revealed. She also stared from Martin's chest, and from Holiday's. There was a man who was supposed to be dead standing there.
Off the top of her head, she could think of a few Old Ones who could be responsible, and none of them really had the best interests of humanity in mind. Not that her patron did, either, but that was beside the point.
The point was that if this really was the Saint, he might lose control of his body to whatever dark forces brought him back. And that would be quite bad.
As she thought this, Iris faintly heard Holiday call her name. Oh, right. Iris Closed the two out of her limitless number of eyes that she had planted on Martin and Holiday.
The... Saint? He was dead... right? He was supposed to be, anyway.
And then Marky just looked at her and suddenly spouted some hasty farewells and ran off, and in her book that was more important right now.
"Hey, wait up!" Renée chased after Marky as he ran from the scene. Her suit might've been heavy and bulky, but it could move when she needed it to.
After Perry had received Iona's message, she yawned like nothing had happened and resumed cleaning the zombie bits off of herself.
She approached the Saint cautiously and butted him with her head, seemingly demanding petting. She had to keep an act up, after all.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Aug 23rd 2019 at 4:02:27 AM
Outside Saint HQ
"That's all I ask. And thanks, Ellie."
At first Saint wondered what was brushing up against his leg, but as he looked down, his face soon beamed into a warm smile. "Well, hello to you too!" He petted Perry gently, knowing just the right places to make her purr. "Good to see you, Perry."
It was then that Holiday made her suggestion. "Hey, I don't mind. As long as it clears up any suspicions, I'm down for anything. Hell, I'd even be up for a strip search if that'll help!"
And then there was Rebecca. "I'm back. Good to see you too, Rebecca. So, what've you been up to? I mean, it's been at least two whole years. Still keeping up the fight?"
Edited by kkhohoho on Aug 23rd 2019 at 5:53:42 AM
Apparently satisfied that the Saint in front of her was real, Perry grabbed at Saint's clothes as she started bawling.
"P-Perry look everywhere for you, but Perry not fiiiiiiiiiiind you!" she cried. "Did so! Perry searched everywhere! Don't leave Perry again!"
And she clamped onto him like a limpet and would not let go.
Eventually Renee would find Marky standing in front of a section of the Saint Foundation HQ - the windows there very reflective, showing the reflections of him and now Renee as she approached. The young man was visibly downcast, and truth be told he was trying to figure out what he really was. Who he was, in the context of The Saint being...well, alive again. He knew he was some kinda clone or something, but standing next to the real thing just...
Was all he managed to say, and he picked up a small stone from the ground, looking at it.
For a moment, Saint just... stopped. His face became almost expressionless. As though it was hard to tell what he would say or do next. And then he once more became full of joy as he picked up Perry and snuggled her like a puppydog.
"I'm so sorry, Perry. Don't worry. I'll never leave you again. "
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