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LOVE⬛⬛⬛Love never thought that the solution would be this simple. It was so laughably obvious that she couldn't help but let out a small huff of disappointment in her own skills as a Factor. After all, shrinking down their defensive wall and bracing themselves with their back against the wall would make planning and coordinating their forces infinitely easier. Not to mention the fact that it would solve their already strained supply lines in the event of a protracted siege occurring."Yeah..." her twin nodded at Lady Olivia's chosen place. "The buildings around it would make for a decent corridor to funnel the troops.""It would also be an excellent vantage point for the Subtrahends, as well as being within range of the eastern gate's battlements," Love added. "It will add a risk of being overwhelmed and being unable
Adaptability. The ability to shift oneself to the needs of the situation. While most would say that humanity had it in spades hence their constant progress in technological evolution, I, for one, have no faith in my own species' ability to even try to move away from their comfort zone. Hell, I find it hard and I already know it can kill me. What more for the average bloke that didn't even know that doing nothing would kill them? From an outsider's perspective, it was simply suicidal and moronic; like watching someone knowingly killing themselves off like lemmings walking off a bridge.'And even then you don't care, do you.'Unfortunately for you, Ica, I'm at least self-aware for it to somewhat work on me. I already began trying to help the others, right? That's already one step forward.'And you're more than likely to do it all the way,' Ica scoffe
OLIVIA⬛⬛⬛Olivia bottled up the feelings of anguish and despair even as she put on a brave face to the others. Her Sister was clearly not in the right mind, even more so than before as She gave her a nostalgic smile that tugged at her heartstrings. Don't think about Her words. Focus on defending Her even as she struggled to even decipher what She even meant."It... I don't..."To her side, Tesla had retreated into her shell again. The white-haired teen didn't seem to know how to respond to someone talking nonsense- No... not nonsense. Olivia was sure that her Sister was perfectly capable of giving them proper advice despite... despite sounding absolutely insane."I'm not being dramatic. As if speaking to you would not count as speaking in moons anyway.."The con
GRIGORI⬛⬛⬛Even in his retirement, Grigori was always an obligate warrior. He considered his place to be on the battlefield. Despite his admittedly above-average skill in defensive warfare and troop management, the Lord Stone never wished it upon himself to be seated into a more comfortable position training troops and assembling Imperial Army contingents. In fact, he never even wanted to act as a mentor, only being thrust into the position in virtue of his status as a Prime. Granted, it taught him the joys of teaching, Grigori still found himself wishing that he was swinging around his large war hammer and moving the earth to his whims.Then again, being away from the battlefield in his twilight years had forced him to appreciate the lack of problems that entailed being responsible for the lives of those he cared about."Who in the world said
DESCARTES⬛⬛⬛"The maid would do well to sharpen her tongue."Descartes froze behind her Madame's wheelchair. It hadn't even been five minutes since the throne room was emptied of its occupants, leaving her to tend to a Madame Crimsons that seemed to have completely lost her mind. A part of her despaired at the prospect of caring for a deranged madwoman that had far too much knowledge to use for potentially inane or hazardous actions."O-oui, Madame?"The Vaion held her breath as she forced herself to calm down. Madame Love and Olivia just inferred that their poor leader still had some of her wits about her. Surely Madame Crimson simply had a plan that required her to think like an old and decrepit woman. And even then, her Madame clearly had more than enough strength to walk on her own acco
In the outskirts of the Vaion capital, the Emperor Babbage looked out onto the capital city with a pensive expression on his face. Beside him, the defeated Queen of Vaio stood defiantly despite the chains shackling her to submission. It was rather admirable that her fellow royal still had some fight left in her, but at the same time, he could already see the hope starting to drain from the Queen's face the longer they laid siege to her capital."It would seem that we're at an impasse," the Emperor sighed with his arms crossed over his chest. "Your people are putting up a good fight, Lady Aristote.""The people of Vaio will never submit to tyranny, Lord Babbage," the Queen haughtily responded. "This is our home. And we'll be damned if we simply surrender to the people that wish to take it by force."Charlie sighed as he shook his head. During their
LACE⬛⬛⬛As the more emotional of the twin princesses, Lace always thought of herself as the more mature between her and Love. While they promised each other that they will never be away from one another for an extended period of time even before they were first separated, she never thought that they would ever come to blows in terms of ideas and philosophy. They have always been in sync to the point of being able to finish each other's sentences if they wanted to, but these past few days, Lace noticed that her beloved twin was starting to have differing opinions with her when it came to their Leader's state. After all, Crimson had been integral to their entire group's functionality, and even she herself would admit to being distraught at their leader's current... disposition.Still, despite everything that Love and Olivia told her earlier, Lace so
LOVE⬛⬛⬛"This is.... problematic..."The royal Prime blinked at the concerning sight before her. Having volunteered to secure the northern gate against Lord Blaze, Love at least expected a nightmare to greet her with soldiers dropping like flies to their opponent's overwhelming might. However, what was currently before her was anything but."Lady Cosmic?"Love partly opened her mouth in shock as Lady Frost casually swung her knife around like the child she always looked like. Wearing what was essentially her formal robes as a Prime, the young Prime looked like she was dancing to her own tune as she systematically cut down friend and foe in her path. The icicles hovering above her never seemed to thaw in the midday sun even as they emitted minute shards of ice towards anything that moved; in