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Payback Time

PAYBACK TIME
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The daemon base was large, a massive obsidian skull carved from the base of a black, foreboding mountain within the Outlands and surrounded by a forest of dead trees. This was inevitable, as accompanying faculty could explain. As much as it could influence the human world, the Outland was heavily influenced and shaped by human thought and culture. Weaker daemons, such as those within the base, would find their personality, forms, and even desires inexorably shaped by the thoughts of humanity and what was perceived humans would expect and fear.
The focus of the two main assault groups would be the clearing of the main hall and the lower dungeons. The groups will be divided as follows:
Main Hall:
Ky
Mav
Kanata
Tyzias
Gunvolt
Bumblebee
Main Hall Support:
Toki
Kano
Dungeon:
Valvatorez
Goro Akechi
Ren
Minako
Naoki
Keith
Dungeon Support:
Ekkehardt
James
Control Room Supervisor:
Yang
To get through to the fortress proper, the students will have to make their way through the forest. This is an open log, even for those who didnโt sign up and will consist of clearing a path and fighting off living trees and mimics in the form of any number of objects that would otherwise be expected in forests such as rocks, brambles, bushes, and other foliage..
The Main Hall is lined with massive rooms full of daemons such as the banquet hall, treasure vault, and throne room where the daemon lord resides. The Daemon Lord is the target here, and heโll be well-guarded. Beware! Many of the rooms are trapped with mimics taking the form of treasure chests, braziers, boxes, barrels, and just about any other item.
The Dungeons are where captured humans are kept and tortured. The objective is to free the humans and defeat the Jailer, a powerful Daemon who runs the chambers. Students should beware, doppelgangers are said to be commonly slipped in amongst prisoners to ferret out rebellion and will be hidden in with those who are to be rescued.
The Control Room is located in the Citadel, with a massive monitor visualizing the area with floor plans and video feeds. All students and faculty will be wearing small cameras that will record live footage, and will be wired with a communication earpiece that will let those in the Control Room communicate freely. Students working in the Control Room will be able to relay data and information, and use the powerful supercomputers to analyze items on the ground in near real-time.
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She isn't asleep. She isn't even tuning everything out -- she tries to keep an ear out, at least. She wouldn't be caught unawares if another Mimic came. But, with the adrenaline rush fading, her arm hurts in ways that she has never experienced before. Worse than that, Nana feels another pain.
She didn't keep Yuya safe. It is a bitter, self-effacing thought --- and not knowing what happened makes it worse.
She stays quiet, for most of the trip back.
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Ultimately he sits down and holds his head between his knees, but Nana's bleeding is probably a lot more urgent. Still, once she returns from being ushered off to deal with that she'll find Yuya in the same position.
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When she comes back, she has changed out of the white coat and skirt, and is wearing long track pants and a tanktop instead. Clothing she doesn't mind getting ruined with blood (because the blood remains when she ends the transformation sequence). Her left arm has bandages all around the bicep, and it still shows some red from the blood seeping into it.
She kneels down in front of Yuya, her worrying increasing exponentially as she finds him sitting in the same position she left him in. She swallows, then reaches a hand out to his shoulder.
"Y-Yuya?"
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"Nana," he breathes, about to say something else until his gaze locks onto her arm. He lifts his head. "You're hurt."
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Nana almost loses her composure then and there. Her voice catches; her eyes widen, and she feels the threat of a sting behind them. She commands herself, mentally, to not cry. She might be wearing plain clothes, but she still has a role to play. That role doesn't end when the fighting stops. She smiles, strained, and shakes her head.
"Yuya... it's fine. I'm fine." Nevermind that it needs more attention. She can tell him that later. "...Are you okay? What happened?"
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"I..." Yuya rakes his hand back through his hair. "I'm sorry. I knew I was going to feel both of them, but I didn't realize how hard that was going to be when I summoned another familiar."
He's probably explained it before, the connection he shares with Odd-Eyes that lets him understand. But to someone not experiencing it, it's hard to put it in the words that don't seem strangely fantastical and anchor them in normal experiences. Not everyone knows what constant telepathy feels like.
"It just got hard to think with both of them. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..."
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Nana doesn't, really, understand how summoning familiars works on the practical, emotional level. She swallows, staring at him -- feeling that pang of a guilt, sick emotion. Something hurt him that she cannot protect him from; that she cannot even experience herself, to understand fully.
"...It's okay, Yuya," she says, instead. She hesitates, before she leans forward and wraps her one good arm around him. The other is still limp at her side, in a stark refutation of the very thing she just said. She still manages to make the hug tight with her one arm.
"You had to try," Nana finishes. "And... and if someone has to be hurt, to make sure all of you can do what you need to, then... then I would rather that someone be me. Okay?"
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Yuya's chest is heavy agai, but this time it isn't the pressure of anything but his own emotions. Weak, too weak to match the bravado of confidence he expressed and Nana paid the price for it. It's worse than not being strong enough to protect her, to not even be able to handle himself and Nana has to be the one hurt looking after him.
Yuya blinks rapidly when he feels tears, but he looks up over her shoulder and refuses to let them fall. He wraps his arms around her, no matter how it hurts on one of them, firm around her waist.
He knew it wouldn't be easy. He'd been warned two at once would be hard, and he picked a mission to test it. Stupid, thoughtless like he always is.
"Hey," He starts, his tone light and soft. "Don't think like that. What are we supposed to do if we lose our star?"
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She makes a small, half-whimper in the back of her throat when she hears Yuya say, 'Our star.' It's a kindness she doesn't deserve. It's something she fears she can't be for them -- isn't for them -- because, in the end, she doesn't know how to protect them and be the person she wants to be at the same time. With Kano, it was easier to admit that.
With Yuya, it's impossible. She fears it would hurt him in ways she can't begin to unravel.
"Y-Yuya." She tries to not cry, and the willpower she exerts is only enough to keep from sobbing. Her eyes sting and blur. "...I'm sorry. I just... I don't want you to think you're a burden to me. Or that I mind, if I have to hold you up sometimes."
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He needs to do better now.
Yuya takes a shuddery breath, reaching from around her to wipe his eyes. No tears, he's worried her enough.
"Just because I'm so much shorter than you..." his expression twists wryly. "I know, you're so nice. I wouldn't ever doubt that."
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And then she laughs, softly.
"I guess I do have a height advantage." She sniffs, glad to be looking over his shoulder (or, well, the top of his head). She just has to be stronger. If ending up hurt ends with Yuya feeling like this, then she can't let that happen. She doesn't see a way out; a way to have both. Even if it gives him reason to doubt some day.
"It's okay," she finishes. "This should be healed up soon. It's not that bad. You can... you can take all the time you need. Okay?"
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"I shouldn't. I don't think it would be smart with my arm like this," she admits. "Do you need... where should I take you? The infirmary? Back to the school?"
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Granted, the ease is a ticking time bomb he's sure, until both familiars are too close again. But he won't sat that now.
Shifting reminds him his arm hurts, though, and he tries to subtly cradle it by his wrist. "I don't mind waiting for everyone else."
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She looks down at him. Her eyes drift to the wrist he's cradling. She has a soft smile on her face -- it's forced -- and still has a few lingering tears in her eyes. "...Is your wrist hurt, Yuya?"
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Instead he gives her a reassuring smile. "You definitely saved me from anything worse, so I'm thankful."
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If they talk about something normal, it means the injuries aren't that serious, right? They don't have to focus so hard on how hurt they are... even though he has a hard time not staring at her own stained bandages.
"I wonder if we can write you the perfect lead? Even though you'd be great at any role..."
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"I don't need to be the lead," she says. "I... just want to see everyone else shine. You would make a better lead than me, anyways."
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He's laying it on thick, but he does genuinely think Nana's a great actor who'd really shine on the screen... it's too bad instead of being able to do that, she's having to learn to fight monsters and risk herself. It really isn't fair.
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She bobs her head.
"And... besides," Nana says, softly. "You're as good as I am. You shouldn't sell yourself short. You could be in movies or on Broadway, if you wanted to be, Yuya."
But he has to be here, instead. That thought is sobering.
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Then he pauses, staring at Nana before he shakes to awareness and turns to Odd-Eyes as he approaches the two of them. His familiar lowers his head and admits loudly.
"Sorry, did I worry you too?" Yuya reaches to rub his snout.
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She couldn't have carried Yuya alone. She certainly couldn't have moved fast enough with her injuries and trying to carry Yuya. She smiles at Odd-Eyes, then leans over, and pats him once on the snout. "He did very well, I think."
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He snorts, and Yuya draws his hand back. "What, I was trying to help! There was way too many out there..."
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She is absolutely trying to take some of the blame (or all of it) onto herself.
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