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Inputting in the coordinates, Masterson opened the door and they appeared to be in the ship's engine room.

"Let's go." he called, as he walked in through the door.

XIII
『" Remember the Memories. "』
" 思い出を覚えている。"
『" Of our Fate ,Hopes, and Dreams. "』
" 私たちの運命、希望、そして夢の。"

Under the sun, the ship gleamed with a bright scarlet. With it floating over the mass ocean of the planet. Followed by its sister ships, all three flying within a delta formation. Soon, the Mechnical door that opened towards the bridge had slide opened from when they came up from the engine room. Revealing the four of them, as a group of women at the stations turned towards to stare back at their captain and commander Izuna. Along with the other three that stood with her, all looking at them with rasied eye browns. Wondering where she suddenly had gone. " Im back everyone, Say Hello to These three. They'll will be our guest and allies for the rest of this mission. Turning back towards the three them, with her hand against her mouth" Ya'll might wanna introduce yourself's ". Izu said towards them with a simle and holding a thumbs up with her other free hand. Going towards the attention of her bridge crew, as walked up towards the seat of the captain. Leaning against it still standing.

Lifting her hand up in gesture, as all of crew on the bridge rose up in salute to greet them. " Welcome aborad the GGN-03 Hiryu Kai! " She yelled with passion. Crossing her arms, taking a epic stance.

Battlefield of love "Angel Heart "
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((Sorry for such a late post, Foxxy!))

Hanen stared at the strange man in disbelief. He crossed his arms, his head tilted and his mouth slightly agape at the sheer audacity of this… moron. Who would ask a foreigner to find some strange person, and then offer a wish as payment? That was ridiculous.

“No,” he said firmly to the Architect. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t trust you. You couldn’t even grant my wish if you were the goddess herself.”

And because Hanen did not trust him, he did not dare to walk away, or take his eyes off the Architect for even a moment. A man who talked like that was just as crazed as Hanen, and that was a bad thing.

There was dead silence for several seconds, as Hanen struggled to figure out what was possibly going through this man’s mind – and why he couldn’t find it himself to raise his sword, and kill this man like so many others only hours before. Hanen trusted his own psychic powers, and he was quite sure they were warning him not to take this man lightly, or to cast him aside as worthless.

Instead, he began to ask questions, his pitch-dark eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Who is Teodora? Why do you need me to find her? Where did you learn to speak Camidan? Who are you, and do you even know who I am?”

The ship was high above the clouds of Galvanetti, a rosy sun shone on the right side of the ship and took on a layering effect tinging the clouds pink, magenta, rose, lavender, and silvery colors. There were drawn stars in the whispy clouds and they looked as if a very imaginative being had drawn them all.

No doubt, the work of The Creator.

"Choleric Sanguines. . ." thought Masterson rolling his eyes and looking at Captain Rayheart. Her upbeat, animated, bubbly, loud and happy personality also had an air of leaderlike, strict professionalism to it. Clearly, she enjoyed being in charge of her ship, even though her personality conflicted this.

"I'm Allen Masterson." he said. "Chiefly a retired Entrepreneur and Adventurer now, but in a former life, a rocker, businessman, marketer, and a Headmaster. 'Been retired since around age twenty-two, am twenty-seven now. I have been confirmed dead approximately three times to known knowledge, and yet I won't die, even through my own best interests and as fate would have neither have my enemies. Still trying to solve just what the hell is going on here, like why Dr. Julius Hiro is back and very much alive, and why we're all here. The simple fact that he has his own abilities is dangerous alone, but with possession of legendary psychokinetic abilities is nightmarish, to say in the least. I'm surprised that he hasn't possessed full blown enslavement of this planet yet. Which makes it obvious that there's a being with more power and darkness than him, is pulling his strings or working with him. Someone who's more dangerous than a being who had actually succeeded in enslaving Earth and all life on it, bringing it into a fate that made people pray for hell. Where no mercy was shown."

He was on all fours suddenly, pausing a moment; gasping for air and trying to catch his breath like a veteran that had terrible cases of PTSD. It had been years since it happened, but what he had seen and been through still haunted him, all these years later. And what's worse is that it felt as if he had actually been there, witnessing it all over again, each time it happened.

((Still trying to get back into character for Hiro. For all of you people involved in Laura's story "The Twin Blue Rose Dragon's and the Seven Guardians", I roleplayed Mamite after freshly coming off of roleplaying Hiro. I had wanted to create a character several stories back of what Masterson could've been as a villain, sparing no expense. And it was damn good. But for some reason, after the course of the past year or so, I cannot seem to get back into the vile, evil character that he was. He was deserving of the title of The Prince of Crime and funny thing is, is that I'm finding it hard to get into character for him, and such. Maybe I'll pass his character onto someone who is worthy.))

Masterson woke up to find Amy, as well as mostly everyone in the room hovering over him to check to see if he was alright.

"He's coming to!" boldly declared one of the ships clerks who hovered over his left, and gave the cheers of the rest of the people in the room. He was dressed in a decorated ivory nehru jacket with decorative buttons that were white. A spiderly pattern drawn in silk, covered it. He wore white decorative gloves, matching pants and a hat that's brim was black and shiny with a brass button in the center a long colorful feather jutting out and golden ropes going to the back, and black Beatle boots. He was black, but that didn't matter.

Masterson rose. In the chaos of the ships Captain's introduction, he had developed tunnelvison and not even noticed the other people in the room. Was this really what happened?

"Can someone please show me to my room?" he had asked, to the sight of Captain Seiko's nod, and her movement of hands. Two clerks lead Masterson away to the second floor near the Captain's quarters.

There was a soft pap, pap across the hard floor of the spaceship’s corridor as she walked along barefoot, her ruddy, webbed feet leaving behind damp footprints shining under artificial lighting. She knew Masterson was along this hall – as odd as her human friends seemed to found it, she could smell his sweat. It was just another way she identified people.

The door was ajar. She stared at it for a few moments. Her earfins were perked up, listening to see if her old friend was shuffling around in there, or something else. It seemed fairly quiet to her, so she pushed the door open with little other thought.

He was…. Looking completely away from her. The guy was spacing out, staring out the window at something that in the sky, she assumed. She craned her neck to see, but it wasn’t like there was a flock of birds, or an ocean with boats on the horizon. Why would….. oh! Masterson was a human after all, and humans did weird things like this. When they would start staring at something, she learned, and it wasn’t for any particular reason, then the human was probably thinking of something entirely different – a person, usually, or something that happened. So if Masterson was spacing out like this, then… yeah!

The mermaid slowly crept up on Masterson, mindful of not disturbing his thoughts. That was the polite thing to do. She stood next to him, and tilted her head. In the evening light, she could see her reflection well in the window, and it fascinated her – she looked just like a grown-up mermaid now, with more muscle and a less kiddish face.

She stared at her own reflection for a bit and forgetting her resolution, thoughtlessly spoke up.

“Are you still thinking about him?” A pause, and her multicolored eyes widened. "Ooooh, I wasn't supposed to say anything! I'm sor - Wait, do humans say they're sorry when they make a mistake? That's a thing, right?"

Enfys stared wide-eyed at Masterson as he flipped out of his chair and caught the water midair in the pitcher. His fancy acrobatics were amusing, she had missed them a bit.

But she strained to make sense of his rolling monologue. Something about bridges, and ghosts, and… applications? She reached up and scratched her head in confusion, ruffling her short pink hair in the process. Where it caught the light, it seemed to glow orange – this as her general coloring.

“I… “ she began, confused. All she knew for sure was that he seemed upset, and that he was most likely referring to his brother. She didn’t recall if she had ever met him in person, although she might have seen him.

“I didn’t know his name was Simon, actually.” She didn’t think it was the best time to ask him what an orphanage was.

Enfys kept staring at him, blinking her wide eyes and tilting her head. Was she going to ask him something else? She though for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. In hindsight, she never truly understood Masterson's powers, only that he was strong, he could tell people what they were going to say before they actually said it, and he could make things move without touching them. Of course, she didn't understand her own power sometimes.... Not that it was a power. It seemed to her strange that humans couldn't do the things she did.

She sat down on the bed in the room, and crossed her legs. She was skinny as always, with no real suggestion of a feminine form other a slight taper in her waist. She was lean and strong from a life of swimming, and scarred from five years of general backyard adventuring and romping around.

And then she remembered.

"An orphanage... that's a building with lots of sad kids in it, right?" That what is seemed to be in books and movies. "Does that make you a sad kid too?"