Once they were all outside they noticed that the entire area was deviod of anyone. Not a soul in sight could be seen. No corspes, no debris, no panic. It was as if nothing bad happened at all except for the deceased. Crowley closed his eyes and clutched his head, "This is going to be a long fucking weekend. I can tell by that much." He looked towards Nick, "Find out what you can. If your little friend there has the right hunch. We're gonna git Proxima-9, and I promise you we will hit it hard." Nick nodded, "Miss Alessandra has more information on whatever Magitech has been cooking up. Although a little unaware on what's what." Crowley nodded his head and turned to Lucian. "Apologies my boy, your evaluation although impressive will be put on hold due to pressing matters." Lucian nodded his head, "It's alright Father. If you don't mind I'd like to roam around the planet for a while. Do a little recon." He said while smiling wryly. Crowley scoffed, "Yeah, sure... Recon." Lucian turned

>It was 9 in the morning as the radio was swithced on. Subtle sizzle of fried eggs echoed across the room. The fresh smell of toasted bread and slices of bacon wafted through the air. Blair flipped the eggs in the air as she silently listened to the radio. Nova on the other hand was perched on the balcony as he licked his paws instinctively. He was staring at the bustling town, seemingly uncaring towards the happenings at night. Another day another missing celebrity. Not even a wide scale of missing people could halt Paradise City in its tracks. Not a day goes by where Paradise City even sleeps. >Blair stared at the person sitting down on the table, "How did the media suppress this? Wasn't the event last night livestreamed? Sh

After a period of silence Alessandra moved towards the screen's console and tapped a few buttons and previewed an image of the outer atmosphere of Proxima-9. It was littered with heavily armed warships and orbital laser satellites, primed and ready for war. Alessandra then zoomed in towards one of the warships."As you all could see this is the Typhon-class destroyer capable of performing a range of deterrence, power projection, space control, and command and control missions while allowing the Scythe to evolve with new systems and missions. It does all of this while maintaining its stealth - making this visually imposing ship difficult to find. The cutting-edge technologies of the Typhon-class destroyer create versatility and allow for sustained operations in the littorals, air and land attack, as well as support special operations forces, and operate as an integral part of joint and combined expeditionary forces. Its multi-mission design and universal capabilities make it a deployab

Nex stared at Setsuna, "They made cool exits one by one. Who the fuck do you think was watching?" She grumbled making Setsuna giggle. "So what now Captain?" She asked as she leaned her back towards the railing to face Nex. She shrugged, "We are absolutely free at the moment. So I don't know that depends." Setsuna, "Do you have any suggestions to any fun places?" Nex stared at her and raised her eyebrows, "What happened to the Ragnarok thing?" She asked making Setsuna flinch a little bit. "I've put my business with them into a pause for a little bit." She said as she stared at the rain filled clouds about to fall any moment. "I've realized I'm not that strong to face the wolf yet." Nex then tapped her on the shoulders, "Come on lets walk home."Setsuna nodded her head, "So I've been meaning to ask. Do you personally know him? Kazama Haruki, I mean?" She asked a little carefully. Nex nodded her head without intending to hide their connection. "I do. I was at the point in my life where n

Morgan sighed as she sat beside Cassandra. "How 'bout this. Freshen up, change your clothes and lets go out. You can tell all of this out and we could figure this out together." Cassandra laughed and nodded her head. "Morgan, it's a monday." She said as she opened her closet and took out some nice looking ones. Morgan shrugged as she stared at her windows as she tied it up neatly. "Blame Aradia, after tasting Baron Samedi's drinks she was all... party this, party that. What a mess of a woman." She sighed exasperatedly.Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle, "I see, The Golden Circles esteemed High Council hard at work." She said as she tied her messy hair into a ponytail. She snapped her fingers and all the dirt from her body vanished. Her messy and frizziled hair turned sliky smooth and straight. She waved her fingers as sher clothes floated around the room and instantly changed. Her sheep pajamas turned into a nice fitting white pencil dress, while being adorned in al sorts of luxurio