"What's going on with this detour?" Fuckface questions Washington as he approaches a somewhat populated village. "We are 37 kilometers away from the church."
"Yeah," Washington sighs as he resumes walking towards the village. "I guess that'll be far enough."
"What are you talking about?" Fuckface tries to piece together what Washington was trying to do.
Washington ignores fuckface and makes his way to the center of the village, which is very populated. He approaches a troll and tries to converse with them.
"Excuse me, ma'am." Washington grabs the troll.
"Fucking fixians," The troll murmurs to themselves before turning to Washington. "I'm not a ma'am."
"Doctor?" Washington partially jokes.
"If you're going to waste my time then you can fuck off." The troll says before starting to walk off.
"Wait," Washington says in a somewhat eager voice. "Where are you going off to?"
"Work," The troll states firmly. "Something you adventurers wouldn't know if it went up your own ass."
"And what type of work do you do?" Washington ignores most of what the troll said.
"None of your business." The troll gives Washington a glance before storming off.
"That's all the proof I need." Washington shrugs as he turns his right arm into the 'Little Man' bomb he flashed in the museum island.
"You can't actually be-" Fuckface tries to communicate to Washington before being cut off by the troll tackling Washington.
"I'm not letting Lammersdorp become a battlefield for selfish douchebags." The troll holds Washington to the ground as he doesn't struggle. By now, a crowd has formed around them.
"And you won't have too!" Washington says as he tries to punch the troll.
The troll simply grabs his arm and begins trying to squeeze it until it pops.
"Well fuck you then." Washington manages to whimper before Little Man ejects off Washington and into the troll.
Once the bomb makes contact with the troll, it appears that everything around the area of impact gets engulfed in light. While Fuckface is left in a state of confusion, Washington relaxes, not being affected by the light at all.
After about four minutes of a strange amount of silence and light, the blast slowly dissipates, revealing that the only thing left around Washington is a giant crater.
"Was…" Fuckface tries to comprehend what just happened. "Was that a bomb?!"
Washington brushes himself off, his suit being somewhat battered but still intact while his body is completely unharmed. "Yes," He stretches and chuckles to himself. "You could call it that, but that's a bit of an understatement."
"Everything is…" Fuckface scans what used to be the town. "Gone."
"Justice served." Washington finishes stretching. "Now, let's go sing the praises of whatever Defi we're praising today. My favorite has to be Difemanim."
"How did you do that?" Fuckface keeps analysing the surrounding area as Washing begins walking towards the town with the church. "That bomb somehow created some type of radiation. What is this?"
"None of your business." Washington replies with a grin. "What I will tell you is that you need to call this lovely woman called Paris. If you could look them up in my contact-"
"Why would I do that?" Fuckface asks.
"Because I have an even bigger bomb ready to destroy this entire suit." Washington smugly answers. "Now call Paris."
"I don't see a 'Paris' in here anywhere, dipshit." Fuckface says instantly. "I just see a bunch of stupid names like 'Bossy Bitch' and 'Annoying Bastard'."
"Fine." Washington sighs while he keeps walking. "Just call 'Hot new intern'."
"On it." Fuckface responds unemotionally. "Calling 'Hottie Intern'."
"Oh!" Washington facepalms. "It was Hottie Intern!"
"Mr Washington," Paris's voice comes out of the suit. "What are you talking about? Why did you call me? … Why is London screaming?"
"Do you know what a nuke is?" Washington asks Paris.
"I think I've heard of it before." Paris answers. "I think that's what London is making such a big fuss abou-"
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!?" London's voice cuts off Paris. "That's not the proper question, WHY DID YOU NUKE SOME RANDOM TOWN?!"
"Because I can." Washington shrugs. "Also, I'm pretty sure they were fascist."
"Do you have any proof of this, you stupid, daft, cunt?!" London can be heard shaking whatever she's using to talk to Washington. "Oh wait?! You probably destroyed it!"
"That's the beauty of anarchy!" Washington puffs up his chest, even though nobody can see him do it. "You should appreciate it, you 'cheeky bloke'."
"We already talked about it!" London paces with the communication device. "Defi Mina might change the whole composition of the Southern GATE Division if you keep bullshiteing around with it!"
"I'm not completely destroying a part of Fix." Washington bullshits London. "Plus, I'm sure a Defi is made to fix this type of shit."
"OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!" Paris snatches the communication device from London. "I'm getting a call from Nice, better pick it up! Bye bye!"
The call ends before Washington gets another call from London.
"Fuck you." London says before hanging up.
Washington stands in silence for a moment, he can't insult her back without having to call her, and that was too much effort for him to put it just to do some shouting.
"Heh," Washington blinks back into focus. "Women, amirite?"
"You're stalling." Fuckface opens up a map on his suit to the town with the church they were heading to. "Let us commence onward."
Washington slouches and shrugs before resuming on their path toward the church. Nothing really happens during the walk until they approach the village with said church.
The village was more like a small town. The area around it was a dry flat plain with a couple of hills and a small amount of small trees.
"This is…" Washington tries to think up a word to accurately describe the blandness of the atmosphere around. "Disappointing."
"I know," A young voice says from behind Washington, "It's no volcano, that's for sur-"
Washington quickly turns around and almost jabs the person behind him in the stomach before he sees who they are. The person is a young man in armor similar to the ones of Washington's Infantry. Washington lowered his fist as the armored teen flinched.
"My Defi!" Washington fakes a laugh. "You can't surprise me like that, dumbass!"
"Sorry Cap!" The soldier flapped their way into a salute. "I just came here because you told me to and I just thought-"
"Something isn't right," Washington scratches the bottom of his helmet. "Because this shit also happened to Miami. So I don't blame you, Phil. I just wanna know who really told you to meet me here."
"I'm sorry sir," Phil scratches the back of his head. "But I have no fucking clue what your talking about… sir."
"London's up to her 'shite' again." Washington taps his foot. "I feel like she might be in cahoots with Reno."
"RENO?!" Phil exclaims before Washington pinches his lips together to prevent him from talking.
"Look," Washington keeps his fingers on Phil's mouth. "I'm not in the mood for this shit. I don't need your help… not here. Just go fucking find Cincinnati, Liverpool."
"Sure…" Phil mumbles before Washington lets go of his mouth. "Also, please don't call me that, cap."
"I said fuck off." Washington pushes Phil away as he approaches the town.
"Uh…" Phil looks around confusedly. "Roger that!"
"I'm guessing that was Philadelphia." Fuckface talks to Washington as he approaches the church in the town.
"Yeah," Washington whispers under his breath. "Now be a little respectful in this place of worship and don't say a word."
"Gladly." Fuckface blandly states.
Washington pushes open the church door to see a lot of people standing inside. The church is somewhat underfurnished, so everyone is just standing around. The most noticeable thing about the inside is that everyone started staring at Washington once enters the building.
Washington looks around the room to see that literally everyone is staring at him silently. "The fuck are you guys looking at?" He questions everyone in the room.
They all look away guiltily, leaving Washington genuinely confused. Across the room, he can see a woman dressed up as some type of old world priestess giving someone dressed in farmer clothes something. Washington didn't see what was gifted to the farmer, but it was small enough to fit inside someone's palm and most likely religious.
As He approached the two, the farmer begins to slowly walk away while making eye contact with Washington. Finally, he made it towards the priestess, who looked frightened.
"Waddup…" Washington leans on the priestess before considering what to call her. "Um… sista?"
"I'm M-m-mother Mayoura," The priestess adjusts herself, awkwardly letting Washington lean on her.
"Yeah, I'm not gonna call you 'Mother'." Washington scans the church for any potential threats. "Borderline kinky names and Pinkers combined are not my thing, if you know what I mean."
"OH!" Mayoura nervously forces a laugh. "You thought I was an Ovit!? No, no, no… my hair is a lighter shade of pink."
"My mistake." Washington says as he stops leaning on Mayoura. "On the subject of identity, are you aware of who I-"
"You're with GATE." Mayoura answers before Washington can finish whilst looking at the floor. "We're in the south and you have a unique suit, so you must be a capital. You don't sound like London and Paris died not too long ago. So you must be Washington."
"Wow," Washington Stares at Mayoura in pure amazement. "You must have considered joining-"
"We are a Conjointist Reformist Church." Mayoura resumes talking. "We don't have any type of guard and we don't have sex workers working underground in a hidden village beneath the church, that would be awful."
"Hmm…" Washington glares at Mayoura. "Oh… I see what you're talking about! Ha. Yeah, it would be weird if brothels and whore houses were under this… place. If there were, hypothetically, could you instruct me on how to get there for… research."
Mayoura's face gets flushed of color. The two of them stare at each other for about 15 seconds before Washington breaks the silence.
"I feel like you don't understand," Washington leans his back against the wall. "GATE isn't full of prudes. Our only job is to take care of FASCIST SCUM. That's what I do, and I'm not gonna be a killjoy party pooping fuck."
"Oh…" Mayoura wipes her face. "I didn't know that. This church only exists to hide the underground groups. Tribes of conjointist raided the town and did some unspeakable things to these poor people. So they built a church to prevent them from attacking."
Washington scratches his chin, not understanding half of what she said. "Oh-"
"I'm not done yet." Mayoura's eyes twitched as she sternly interrupted Washington. "I joined because I felt sympathetic towards these people who have been left behind by… the other conjointist. I am not a pastor, but I am an actual conjointist. I wanted to help the people of this town, so I became the head of this church."
"Are you done yet?" Washington looks at his wrist.
"No." Mayoura takes a staff out of a Secretum Sacculi (a type of pocket dimension) and taps it onto the ground. "I'm. Not. Done. Where was I? Oh yeah, they also made some other stuff down there. It's… cool I guess."
"That's cool and all," Washington yawns. "But I really don't fucking care."
"Then why are you here!?" Mayoura pokes Washington.
Washington stares at Mayoura for a while, making her look visibly uncomfortable.
"You have a connection to the Defis, right?" Washington gets up off of the wall and starts pacing. "Or you know about rituals and stuff? Anything that can help me in being cleansed."
"Yeah…" Mayoura rests on her staff. "What type of cleanse are you asking for? A spiritual cleanse? A curse cleanse? A literal cleanse?"
"A technological cleanse." Washington explains. "My suit-"
"Hold on, retard." Fuckface butts into the conversation. "Are you going to ask a priestess to get rid of me? Are you stupid? Are you out of your goddamn mind? I've overestimated your intelligence, good sir."
"Yeah." Washington resumes talking to Mayoura. "That's what I'm talking about. Some fascist mercs implanted this fucker cunt onto my armor and now I want it off."
"I see…" Mayoura observes the armor. "I'm not well versed in technology and I don't think Defi Mecho could be bothered with tech support. HOWEVER, I would assume GATE would have someone who knows their way around machines."
"I'm not going to rely on my colleges." Washington stops pacing. "They can personally suck my dick."
"Okay then…" Mayoura looks at Washington with confusion. "If that won't do, I do know a dude who is an absolute tech nut. He lives near central Fix, it's pretty far away from here."
"I'm not stupid." Washington continues pacing. "I know that Central Fix is far away."
"Are you guys gonna ignore the fact that I am listening to you talk about WANTING TO DEACTIVATE ME?!" Fuckface tries to get the twos' attention.
"SHUT UP!" Washington and Mayoura say in unison.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT EXCHANGING THE LOCATION OF THE CRETAN YOU WANT TO USE TO DESTROY ME!" Fuckface demands. "I WIPE IT OFF OF THE SUIT'S FUCKING DATABASE OR LEAK IT!"
"Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?" Mayoura asks Washington.
"No," Washington replies. "I don't need any of them in my day to day buinse- bruise- bis- business. That's the word, business."
"I'm sure I can get one from the underground fuckfest." Mayoura points to a latch in the floor across the room. "Heh… fuckfest. Get it? Because sex."
"Sex funny." Washington chuckles.
"Yeah." Mayoura inches toward the hatch. "I'll be right back."
"You all are fucking morons." Fuckface takes control of the suit, pointing around the room. "Every single one of you brain dead idiots have the power of a fucking DEFI, yet you bumbling buffoons just waste it in this fucking… place."
"Can you stop being so emotional?" Washington turns off the suit, making it much heavier than it normally is. "I swear, this robot BS is too confusing."
"YOU CANNOT JUST TURN ME OFF, SALTLESS MAN!" Fuckface turns back on the suit. "IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER IF YOU COULD BECAUSE I AM MUCH MORE THAN THIS SUIT. I AM WORLDWIDE! I AM POWERFUL 8.0.0-"
"I'll just reset my suit." Washington calmly says as he makes a pattern on his right palm with his thumb.
"THAT WON'T STOP ME YOU BETA CUCK!" Fuckface resumes rambling. "I AM THE KING OF THE FUCKING FIX AND YOU ARE A SIMPLE SOY BOY BETA MALE-"
Washington's suit deactivates. It's mask retracts into the suit as it transforms into a glove around Washington's right hand, leaving him standing in a spandex suit from his neck down.
Washington sighs. "I'm not a beta male." He says under his breath.
"What does that even mean?" A church-goer asks, leading to Washington realising that the entire church saw his conversation with Fuckface and Mayoura.
"It means that you should stop asking stupid question before I make bullets out of your cartilage!" Washington threatens the church-goer.
"O-kay." The church-goer throws their hands in the air before walking to the otherside of the room.
Washington is left standing in a corner of the giant room with a bunch of people staring at him. The stares could be from disgust, fear, interest, or a mix of the three. Either way, the silence is killing Washington (metaphorically).
"Fuck this." Washington sags his arms and starts walking out of the place of worship. "Tell Mayorah that I'll be waiting outsid-" Washington pauses. "May… or… a Mayour-a. Heh, that sounds like the word Mayor and the letter A. That's funny." Once he finishes talking, he exits the church and closes the door.
Right as he closes the door, he can feel the barrel of a gun pressed against his head. Whoever is holding the gun seems to be hesitant, so Washington decided to make the only reasonable choice in this situation.
"My head's pretty strong." Washington stilly converses with the threatening individual. "So go ahead, let's test that theo-thee… umm… what's the word?"
"Theory." The gunman answers in a familiar, young voice.
"That's the word." Washington chuckles before turning around and gut punching the gunman. This makes the gunman drop his weapon, which appears to be a Standard Southern GATE Assault Rifle. "You still need a lot to learn, Phil."
"Wait… Wait… please." Philadelphia holds up one of his arms whilst gripping his stomach with his other arm.
"I'm not gonna kill you, dipshit." Washington chuckles before kneeing the rifle. "I'm not a leader of a fascist group. You are important and I'm sure you know something I don't."
"I… I don't- I can't." Philadelphia tries to collect himself.
"Philp," A voice similar to Washington's comes from across the town. "Get out of there, I've got this."
Washington turns to see someone wearing a copy of his armor. This confuses him in an infuriating way. Washington grabs Philadelphia and tosses him to the side with one hand while the copycat.
"You've got some nerve, London." Washington clutches his fist. "Fucking with my underlings is not something I appreaciate."
"I am not London." The imitator copies Washington's stance. "I'm Washington, and I don't like how you're rendezvousing with my troops behind my back."
"I have time to burn." Washington grins. "Let's dance, shapeshifter!"
"Sure…" The imitator pauses to think up an insult. "Cock… bag."
"Hold on!" A person with a megaphone shouts at the three men.
"This is none of your business!" Washington turns towards the woman. "I can kick your ass after I'm done kicking the ass of my future coat rack!"
"That's my backup, you absolute tard!" The imitator shouts across the long distance towards Washington.
"WHAT!?" Washington genuinely asks.
"IT'S. MY. SQUAD!" The imitator cups his hands around his mouth. "GET YOUR FUCKING EARS CHECKED!"
"YOU'RE A PUSSY!" Washington mocks the imitator before a bullet flies into his forearm.
Washington ignores the pain of the bullet and makes a mad dash towards the imitator, even though he isn't the source of the gunfire. The imitator enables suitlock, resulting in Washington using the imitator as a shield to block the bullets coming from the squad.
"ORLEANS!" The woman with the microphone's voice could be heard from the imitator's suit's internal radio. "CANCEL SUIT LOCK."
"NOW ISN'T THE TIME, KYIV!" Orleans responds while remaining stiff.
"So," Washington pants as he's rushing towards the squadron of combatants. "Your name is Orleans."
"Rendons ça sauvage!" Orleans casts a spell, making himself and Washington teleport a couple feet in different directions. "Hold your fire, I'm disabling suit lock." He talks into his suit.
"I'M GONNA DISABLE YOU!" Washington shouts as he turns around and leaps at Orleans.
Orleans blasts Washington to a jet of water, launching him backwards. This gives Orleans enough time to make contact with the squad.
As Washington is recovering from being hit by fucking water, he hears the shouts of someone charging at him. He looks up to see a man with red hair in metal armor, blindly charging him with a flaming sword.
Washington decided to start back up his suit, which doesn't activate instantly, leaving him to fight the sworded idiot without the suit.
The attacker swings his sword with both his hands, striking Washington's right pointer finger and getting his sword stuck in the ground.
Washington grabs the sword with his bare hands, leaving the attacker unarmed. "EAT… FUCK!" Washington hollars as he drives the still flaming sword into the attacker's left leg.
The attacker started screaming before Washington shut him up with a roundhouse kick to the attacker's abdomen, sending him flying into the church.
Finally, Washington's suit activates, encasing his entire body again. He spots Orleans catching his breath next to Kiev and two other people dressed in pseudo-GATE gear.
"Come on, Fuckface!" Washington gets ready to dash toward the group. "This is gonna be fun!"
Orleans looks up from the ground with a confused face. "Wha-" He tries to say before Washington leaps 100 meters to their position.
Kiev stomps before pointing to the sky, launching both her and Washington into the air. While they're in the air, Kyiv headbutts Washington higher into the sky before sprouting blue wings made out of light.
Washington tries grabbing on to Kyiv, but she flies just out of reach, letting Washington fall.
Washington creates an explosion underneath him, propelling him into Kiev. He covers one of her eyes with one hand while using the other to punch her multiple times.
"I. Bet. You. Feel. STUPID!" Washington mocks Kiev in between punches.
Kyiv is already spiraling downwards, so she decides to propel both her and Washington back into the ground, hoping that it'll do at least something to him.
The two of them crash into the ground as the squad hurries toward the crater the crash made.
Washington picks up Kiev and tosses her at the rest of the squad. Washington dramatically stands up and faces the group. "This is what I needed!" He raises his arms into the air.
"Kiev," One of the troops helps the captain get up. "Any orders?"
Kiev pants, seeing Washington gloating to himself. "Fuck him up." She commands before flying back into the sky.
Suddenly, Washington can hear the swordsman charging towards him again. Before he could react however, the rest of the squad that was still on the ground charged him as well.
The group managed to push Washington to the ground and started to kick the shit out of him. Washington's suit could hold up, but not for long and he was still being hurt through the suit. He had to do something.
Washington reached at the legs of the swordsman and yanked him into the ground, breaking the group's concentration just enough to get back up.
One of the troops attempted to cast some sort of spell that seemed to take a lot of concentration to use. This attempt failed because Washington just stomp kicked their leg, splitting it in half crudely.
Washington picked the swordsman with one hand, who still hadn't gotten back up from being pulled into the ground. Washington held the swordsman by the head and pointed it at Philadelphia.
"Look… Pa-tag." Washington whispers, gasping for air in a somehow menacing way. "Don't think... I don't remember you... from Gopper."
"It's Ped Tag." Ped Tag struggles, trying to release himself from Washington's grip. "And I could USE SOME BACKUP!"
Kiev dives towards the two of them. Washington hears the attack coming and punches her back into the air once she's close enough. "Listen kid," Washington carries on with his conversation with Ped Tag as if nothing had happened. "Whatever they're paying you, it isn't worth dying for."
"YOU WANT TO KILL OIDIA!" Ped Tag swipes at the air with his sword. "I WON'T LET YOU!"
"Cute," Washington switches the hand he's using to hold Ped. "But I'm afraid that I don't care-" Washington stops as he feels something hit him in the back of the head. He turns around to see the troop that doesn't have a broken leg.
"Can you please be patient, Chernobyl?" Washington slaps the troop before resuming his conversation with Ped Tag. "Back to what I was saying. You have a good couple of years you can use to get better at this, I can tell that you aren't skilled in this."
"YOU-" Ped Tag tries to say something, but Washington cuts him off.
"You remind me a lot of that stupid boy over there." Washington points towards Philadelphia again, who is watching the chaos from a distance. "He's like you, but he at least knows what he's doing a little bit. I'm personally not for child murder, but I'm willing to kill you if you come back to this fight."
"Then let it be like that." Ped Tag relaxes and stops struggling.
"Yeah, no." Washington says before tossing Ped Tag hundreds of meters. "IF YOU DIE, THAT'S ON YOU!"
Washington turns back towards the crippled troop and tilts his head. "I'm not so familiar with you." Washington slowly approaches the armored man. "Are you Simferopol?"
The soldier looks at him with mild confusion. "Uh… I'm Jupiter?"
"I don't remember that old world city." Washington responds with confusion as well. "Doesn't matter, I'm still gonna kill you."
Washington suddenly feels something clobber him on the back of his head, forcing him to land face first into the ground.
"HE'S DOWN!" Washington hears Orleans shout on top of him. "LET'S FINISH THIS NOW!"
Kiev dives into Washington, pinning him to the ground as Chornobyl, Orleans, and
Jupiter all proceeds to kick Washington. Washington tries to activate suit lock, realising that Fuckface has recovered from the reset… at least a bit.
"Sui-sui-sui-sui-sui-sui-" Fuckface stutters as Washington continues to get (to say it technically) fucked up.
"Useless piece of SHIT!" Washington hollars before punching the ground, creating an explosion that both launches him into the air while separating the attackers.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Kyiv boosts herself into the air with her wings as soon as she notices where Washington is.
"Th-th-there is a MOTHERcucker coming towards you." Fuckface warns Washington.
"I know that!" Washington replies as he frantically looks around to spot Kiev in the air before he starts falling. "I'm not-"
Right as Washington spots her, Kiev tackles Washington in midair. Before he could react, Kiev tossed Washington higher into the air before grabbing him by the neck and boosting forward.
"I'm a FUCKING GENIUS!" Kiev shouts into her radio as Washington is trying to evaluate his situation. "This bitch will be dead in no time."
"WAIT!!!!!" WAshington shouts with the little amount of air he has in his lungs.
Kiev slows down and hovers while keeping Washington's neck in her hand. "What?" She says as she pokes his eye protector.
"FIRST," Washington gasps. "Fuface… makedishurt."
"Say again?" Kiev asks again.
"Salutem Cincinno," Washington casts a spell before deactivating his helmet. "Andfinally, fuckew."
"This is a big waste of my-" Kiev tries to say before Washington uppercuts Kiev even farther into the clouds.
Washington falls for half a second before Salutem Cincinno activates, pulling him back up towards Kyiv.
"SHIT." Kiev looks around above the clouds. "We might have to reconsider celebrating."
"SUP," Washington announces his presence as he rises towards Kiev. "BITCH."
Kiev tries to fly higher and higher with the hopes that Washington will eventually fall off or lose oxygen. Instead, Washington threw a heavy punch at the air behind him, launching Kyiv toward him.
Washington catches Kiev's face with one arm as he slowly starts to fall. "Annnnnnddddd yoink." Washington grins as he taps the side of Kyiv's helmet, exposing Kiev's head. "Then FORREEEE!!!"
Suddenly, with an extreme amount of force, Washington elbows Kiev in the stomach. She gets launched diagonally towards the church town they were fighting in.
Kiev smashes her face into one of the small buildings in the town. Once she tries to get up, Washington gives her a reminder that Salutem Cincinno is still activated by landing on her body at an extremely accelerated rate.
"Kiev?" Orleans peeps his head into the obliterated shed to see Washington standing over Kiev's body.
"Is everything alright-" Chornobyl walks into the building before making the realization that Orleans has made. "... What the fuck?"
"Yro'ue NECKS!" Fuckface blasts the speakers on Washington's suit.
"I'm… still... alive..." Kiev's muffled voice speaks as she still lies, face towards the ground. "Ass… hole."
"NOT FOR LONG!" Fuckface announces as Washington silently picks Kiev up. He throws Kiev at the squad, who spreaded out.
As Washington rushes Chernobyl and Orleans, Jupiter lips towards Kiev. "Cap," Jupiter nudges her. "Should we… uh… retreat?"
Kyiv slowly hovers over the ground as she tries to adjust herself into a position that would make it easier to stand. "We… we are so… close." She tells Jupiter as she lowers herself back to the ground slowly. Once she lands, she slowly gets back up.
"I need confirmation." Jupiter says while constantly switching his focus from Kyiv to the battle.
"The longer this fucking conflict goes on," Kyiv mumbles. "The longer that хуй lives, the weaker Southern Fix's GATE division will be, the weaker GATE will be."
"GATE isn't something I really care about," Jupiter slowly starts healing his leg. "But you sound confident and I want my pay, so I guess I'll stay. Just give me a minute."
"Little bitch." Kyiv starts violently shaking as she proceeds to cough up a lung. While Jupiter is still comprehending what just happened, Kiev grabs the lung and proceeds to hoover slowly towards the fight.
"THE FUCK?!" Jupiter puts his hands on his head while trying to understand the events that just happened in front of him.
As Kyiv stumbles while hovering back towards the fight, she can see Washington bashing Chernobyl with Orleans while his suit constantly keeps spewing out multiple different onomatopoeia. He stops as he notices Kyiv approaching him.
"Orleans... What happened to you saying that you could handle this yourself?" Kiev stares at Orleans, who looks exhausted but doesn't have any punctures in his suit. "Weren't you built for this?"
Washington drops Orleans and focuses on Kiev. "Tell me more." He demands as he analyses her.
"I'm afraid that information won't be important to you." Kiev grins as she hides her lung behind her back. "Although, dead men are commonly known for knowing secrets they shouldn't."
"Your sass is just what I've been looking for." Washington chuckles before punches the air behind him, reminding Kiev that Salutem Cincinno is still active. Kiev directs the air around her by a slight bit so that she gets flinged into Washington.
Kiev kicks Washington to the ground before ejecting an arrow out of her arm armor and into his eye. Kiev tries to kick the arrow more into Washington's skull before forcefully kicks her off of him.
"That's…" Washington tries to not let out a scream of pain while he feels the arrow in his right eye. "Fuck you."
"Is Big Man scared?" Kiev starts to mock Washington before noticing that Chornobyl and Orleans are doing nothing. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!? FINISH THIS!"
Orleans looks at Washington's face mask to see the arrow that penetrated his viser. Orleans taps his chest, making himself go invisible… or disappear.
"Are we really doing this?" Washington complains as changes his arm into Fat Boy. "You guys are lame."
"OKAY OKAY!" Orleans reappears to the side of Washington.
Washington quickly grapples Orleans and starts to lay into him. "DEACTIVATE HIS SUIT!"
"Me?" Fuckface ask.
"YES YOU, CRETAN!" Washington shouts as he quickly summons a small explosion to blast back Chornobyl, who tried interrupting his tango with Orleans.
"On it." Fuckface nods with words.
A lung flies into Washington as Orlean's suit retreats into his body. Without a second thought, Washington crushes the lung and keeps his arm extended. He feels someone run into his clenched hand and looks to see Kiev, stumbling backwards and clutching her face.
"Take care of her suit," Washington commands Fuckface. "I've got this-"
Washington feels a fist punch him. He turns around to see a hand flying quicking in different directions. The hand is wearing a part of a GATE suit, with the back of it being ripped off.
Washington sticks out his nuclear arm and changes it back to normal. Then, he creates an explosion in front of his arm the size of his body, burning the hand to a crisp… yet not blowing it to pieces.
Washington turns back around, seeing Orleans armorless. It might've been the fact that he had an arrow in one of his eyes, but Washington thought Orleans looked exactly like him.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING CLONE?!" Washington shouts before an unarmored Kyiv boosts in the air towards him.
Washington dodges Kiev, but instead of letting her crash into a building, he grabs her back and starts to rapidly beat her up.
Orleans watches Washington unleash an extreme amount of rage and decides to make a decision. He starts to walk away.
"ORLEANS!" Chornobyl yells at the top of his lungs. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"
Washington stops attacking Kyiv as both of them look at the retreating man.
"This situation is unwinnable." Orleans justifies himself as he slowly backs away. "I am too important to die here."
"YOU BITCH!" Kiev kicks Washington off her and boosts towards Orleans.
While those two began fighting, Washington set his eye on Chernobyl. Washington dashes towards the troop, who attempts to run away.
"You too?" Washington jeers Chornobyl.
Chernobyl turns back and tries to punch Washington, but Washington sweeps his leg and knocks him to the ground with his elbow. "I would love to continue this," Washington holds Chornobyl to the ground with his foot. "But I have other problems to deal with." Washington stomps on Chernobyl's spine and quickly leaps off of him to head towards Orleans and Kiev.
While Chornobyl screams in pain, Orleans sees Washington approach. "Even though I've learned much in my training, I haven't met a level where I could best Washington one on one." Orleans pushes Kiev off of himself as he puts his hand on his stomach. "Don't think this is personal, it never is."
Orleans seemingly disappears as Kiev starts cursing in a language Washington doesn't understand. Washington uses this as an opportunity to slowly walk up to Kiev and tap her on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Washington stares into Kiev's eyes. "We have a traitorous bastard to kill."
"Wha-" Kiev stares back with confusion before being suckerpunched by Washington.
Washington holds Kiev to the floor with one hand while he rips out the arrow from his eye socket with the other. With pieces of his eyes on said arrow, Washington drives the arrow into Kiev's gut.
"YOU-" Kiev tries to retaliate, but Washington halts her attempt by ripping off one of her legs.
As Washington continually proceeds to (in technically terms) beat the shit out of Kiev, Jupiter limbs towards the two. Washington turns around and throws Kiev's leg at Jupiter, making him pause.
"Washington," Jupiter tries to stand straight up, revealing that both of his arms are missing. "Let's talk about this."
"VBYY YOHO!" Kiev shouts with a mouthful of blood.
"Yeah! Shut up!" Washington assumes what Kiev said.
"Fine then…" Jupiter shrugs as he approaches the burnt hand from earlier and watches it as another hand comes and picks it up. "I'll be taking my leave then."
Washington and Kiev stare at Jupiter as he limps away. The floating hand carrying burnt hand is also following him.
Kiev tries to mutter something, but the only noise that comes out of her mouth is the gargling of blood.
"Here," Washington lifts Kiev's head up towards his own. "Let me help you OUT!" Washington pulls Kiev's tongue out of her mouth, causing her to fall to the floor while making sounds similar to screaming.
Suddenly, Washington sees someone exiting the Church. He also notices that Philadelphia is still near the church due to the fact that the person who exited had a gun pointed at them by Phil.
"Don't you move a muscle!" Phil threatens the churchgoer.
"I'm afraid I don't know you." The Churchgoer's voice reveals themself to be Mayoura. "But I do know that you are from GATE. Could you tell me where a 'Washington' could be found."
"Mayoura!" Washington kicks Kiev in the head, before running towards the two. "Just in time."
Mayoura looks at Kiev with a mix of disgust and shock. "My god…" She covers her mouth with her hand. "Is she- what happened-"
"She's still alive." Washington grabs his forearm as he explains. "Her and her group ambushed me. They probably raided an armory of ours beforehand. Despite this, I'm still A-O.K!"
"I'd rather not look." Phil stares at the church to avoid seeing Kiev.
"Are you gonna-" Mayoura glares at the dying woman. She gets cut off by Washington.
"If you want to sacrifice her," Washington holds one of his hands. "I'll allow it. Think of it as a gift."
"REFORMIST DON'T DO SACRIFICES!" Mayoura points at Kiev with two open palms. "AND THE CONJOINTIST WHO DO WANT HEALTHY SACRA-"
Washington taps his thumb against his broken helmet, causing Kiev's head to explode. Blood and brain matter fly all over the place, but very little of it touches Washington, Phil, and Mayoura.
Mayoura just stares at the body in even more shock. "So…" Washington claps his hands together. "You got the location… thingy… Does your guy do suit repairs? Cuz… I could really use that."
"Right..." Mayoura slowly looks away from Kiev while pulling out a piece of paper. "I have his coordinates and phone number… here."
She hands him the paper, which has a small amount of blood on it. He examines the paper for a couple seconds before looking back up at Mayoura.
"I don't know how to read coordinates." Washington confesses.
"Then I'm afraid your only option is calling him then," Mayoura taps her staff against her outfit, cleaning it instantly. "But your suit won't allow that. I guess you've gotta find someone else to help you…. Most likely someone out of town."
"YeAH!" Fuckface celebrates. "I'M-I'M-I'M STAYING, bitch."
"This suit still needs repairs, fuckface." Washington points out the obvious. "It might actually be a better idea for me to ditch this suit and get a new one. GATE has bases everywhere, I'm sure I could walk to one."
"A…" Fuckface pauses. "Calculating… Shit, you-you're right."
"Then let me get this bitch repaired." Washington reasons with the virus. "I'll let you stay in my suit if you keep being helpful."
"Deal!" Fuckface exclaims before scanning the information on the page. "Would you like me to call the number on the page or input the coordinates into Map?"
"I can call…" Washington looks at the name on the paper. "Kyle later. Do the coordinate thingy."
"So, that's that then." Mayoura forces a smile. "You'd best be on your way then!"
"Nah," Washington sits down and disables his suit on one of his arms. "I'm technically bleeding out, so I need some time to heal up. Phil, start with my arm."
"What?" Phil reveals that he wasn't listening to either of them.
"You know basic healing spells, you bastard." Washington points at his arm. "H E A L this."
"Yessir." Phil salutes before helping Washington heal his wounds.
"How long is this going to take?" Mayoura fidgets with her hands.
"Uh…" Washington scratches his helmet. "At most… I think 30 minutes. At the very least, 15."
Mayoura raises her staff and starts chanting something. "Zazmka vlelf, Defi Vlelf. Zazmka vlelf, Defi Vlelf. Zazmka vlelf, Defi Vlelf."
"That's Cartonlish!" Phil excitedly exclaims. "Wash! Do you know what she's saying!"
"First of all," Washington stares down Phil. "Don't you ever call me 'Wash'. Washington is already a shortened version of my name. And sec-"
Washington suddenly feels all the wounds on his body dissipate. He looks back at his arm to see that the wound and the bullet are both gone.
"It was a little healing spell I learned while I was in the west." Mayoura explains to Phil. "I could teach you, but I'd like to believe that Washington is in a hurry."
"Are we though?" Phil tugs on Washington's arm.
"Yes, we are." Washington slide's Phil's arm off his own. "Thank you, Sister Mayoura… Mayoura's a bit of a goofy name, you should consider joining GATE."
"Oh, it's not really my thing." Mayoura nervously chuckles. "B-but thank you, Captain Washington, for the offer!"
"Suit yourself." Washington shrugs. "Fix has an anarchical system where anyone is free to do whatever they please."
"Yeah, GOOD-BYE!" Mayoura waves as the two (three?) of them walk off. She wipes her forehead and approaches Kiev's body.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Washington dashes back toward her. "I almost forgot her. Her suit is still contained in her body, I could get some parts and mock some… people with that stuff. I know that you're probably a gay necrophiliac, but my justice is more important than your plesure."
"What happened to-" Mayoura tries to speak before Washington cuts her off, as expected.
"SO YOU ADMIT IT?!" Washington shouts and points at her. "HEY GUYS, THIS BITCH LIKES SCISSORING CORPSES! SHE IST THINE FATHER OF LIES-"
"Are you gonna take the damn body or what?" Mayoura gets slightly more aggressive. "Because our star reached its height in the sky a while ago and I feel like you underestimate how far away North-Western East Central Fix is."
"Yeah…" Washington breaks eye contact with her as he picks up the corpse. "This was all I wanted, see you later."
"I hope not!" Mayoura tells him as he catches up with Phil.
Washington laughs before he slowly gets out of Mayoura's sight. She lets out a sigh and murmurs to herself. "He's a corpse fucker." She starts to head back into the church when she hears loud masculine shouting.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT QUICKLY!" A man standing in the distance cries as he dashes towards her at extreme speed. Mayoura simply waits for him to reach her before she simply taps him with her staff.
With that small tap, he instantly halts his movements and begins to look confused. "Who…" The man says as he begins to look drowsy. "You… aren't… Wash…"
"Shhh…" Mayoura lightly presses on the man's head. She notices that he's wearing a GATE uniform. "You just need to take a little rest, you've been working very hard."
"Why… should…" The GATE agent tries to speak before falling unconscious.
"There, there." Mayoura looks at the agent before beginning to drag him behind the church.
Meanwhile, Washington is walking with Phil towards the north. Washington is showing Phil the coordinates of the suit repairer on his suit's built in map while Washington is rummaging in Kiev's body.
"Damn… that's kinda far." Phil squints at the map. "Do we really have to walk?"
"We wouldn't be walking right now if London wasn't such a bitch." Washington says as he pulls out random organs from the body he's carrying. "Do you know what an actual heart looks like?"
"Isn't there some sort of MAGICAL BULLSHIT y-you can PULL to ACcelerate this FUCK?" Fuckface adds useless commentary.
"Shut up." Washington crushes Kiev's remaining lung. "Your name is literally Fuckface, you have no ground here."
"And you should HALT conversing like you have more than TWO wrinkles on your brand brain!" Fuckface responds.
"Don't you even-" Washington stops talking before bringing his arm out of the corpse. "Finally! I found it!" Washington tosses Kiev's body to the floor and holds up her suit, which is covered in blood and internal organs.
"You know," Phil looks at the body whilst talking. "I have my own functional suit. If you want to call this suit repair...er, you could just use my walker-talker."
"Oh yeAH!" Fuckface gleefully exclaims. "I'll have to-"
"My suit is somewhat dated." Washington doesn't even let Fuckface finish his sentence. "Philly boy's suit is much more advanced, with crazy futuristic tech such as ANTIVIRUS downloaded on it."
"I detect LIES!" Fuckface shake's Washington's battered suit.
"He was lying," Phil explains. "But that gave me enough time to download antivirus software."
"WHAt?!" Fuckface makes the red stripes on Washington's suit an even darker shade of red. "HOoW FaST is YOUR dOWNLO-"
"I've heard enough out of you." Washington disables his suit. "Anyways, I wanted to use Kiev's caller to rub it into London after we call this 'Kyle' dude."
"Then you should probably call him," Phil nudges Washington. "Like, right now."
"I was just going to do that." Washington pushes Phil off of him with a (relatively) light amount of force. "Watch, I'm gonna do it right fucking now."
Washington examines Kiev's bloody suit, finding a handheld radio in the head department of the suit. He yanks the radio out of the suit and adjusts the physical settings on it into cell phone mode. He finally takes a look at the paper Mayoura gave him and dials the number.
"Alright," Mayoura rings a small bell in the front of the main church room. "The time for worship has ended today. You can go underground or into the town or… you already know the drill. I'm tired, I'll see you… in two days. Just… just get out."
The churchgoers disperse, most of them exiting the building, some of them going into the underground. Once everyone is out of the church, Mayoura takes out a pillow from Secretum Sacculi and sighs heavily into said pillow.
"Why do I do this to myself?" Mayoura talks to herself with her face still in the pillow. After a while, she reluctantly removes her face from the pill and puts it back in Secretum Sacculi.
Mayoura exits the church and walks behind it. Behind the church, there are a couple of trash bags. Next to the bags is a sign that says "Bargain Inside". Mayoura moves some of the bags before grabbing a larger bag. She drags the bag around the building and into the church.
As she enters the church, she looks at the back wall and chuckles to herself before tossing the bag at the wall with an abnormal amount of might. This leaves some cracks in the wall, but Mayoura doesn't seem to care.
"Alright then," Mayoura unzips the bag before yawning. "Let's see what we got."
The bag reveals the GATE agent from earlier in the day. His armor is damaged, but still operational, as the stripes on the armor are lit up. Mayoura takes a closer look at the suit, looking for any buttons on it.
"You take the suit off by pressing a button above the right ear." A man reveals themself to be leaning with his back against the wall on the opposite side of the room.
"JESUS!" Mayoura jumps before looking at the man. "HOW- WHO- WHAT?!"
"Relax, Sacrilegious Mayoress." The man pulls out a revolver before opening the cylinder and showing it to her from across the room. While it's hard to see with the lighting, the cylinder is clearly empty. "The gun is unloaded. I just want to talk."
"Why should I?" Mayoura slowly steps away from the agent as she focuses on the man. "I'm sure you overestimated your ability to fight me."
"I know that you can overpower me." The man steps forward to reveal his pink hair and his odd style of clothing. He's wearing cargo shorts and a tropical tank top. "I'm simply here to relay some information to you."
"Whoever wants to talk to me should've sent a message or just simply called me." Mayoura crosses her arms. "Because as you can see, I am more than just a bit busy."
"I know, I know." The man looks at his nails. "But I'm sure you've heard of Blackmail."
"This is about Blackmail?" Mayoura scratches her chin. "Are… Are you Blackmail? You don't really sound like him."
"I'm Wanderer." The man puts away his revolver. "Blackmail has some information I want to keep secret, so I'm a messenger for now."
"How much did he tell you?" Mayoura asks while straightening her back.
"Aren't you busy?" Wanderer asks. "Because I feel like we are wasting time with all this small talk."
"Then what do you want to tell me?" Mayoura starts tapping her feet.
"You came into contact with Washington, if I'm correct." Wanderer starts pacing. "One of the heads of GATE. I'm sure the situation was stressful, but you made a good choice by helping him."
"How is that?" Mayoura chuckles. "I don't think helping someone I'm trying to avoid is a good idea."
"The Gaters down south are in a bit of a conflict." Wanderer continues to explain. "The fight you saw the aftermath of was the first of many. If you can keep Washington and London fighting, the conflict might spread across GATE. Everyone will be trying to one up each other."
"And what if it doesn't spread?" Mayoura asks another question. "I've seen what happens with the Eastern Division and they seem ready to pounce."
"It doesn't matter." Wanderer smirks. "A full fifth of Fix is given an advantage. Aiding the underdog is a great way to prolong this conflict and keep GATE weak enough for you to do your shit."
"UNDERDOG!?" Mayoura laughs. "I only helped him because I didn't want to know what would happen if he found out about Eastaria. The underdogs are-" She walks back towards the agent. "THESES GUYS! I could've resurrected one if it weren't for Washington."
"That's true…" Wanderer stretches.
"But?" Mayoura's eyes widened.
"No buts," Wanderer rubs his eyes. "I think he agrees with you on this one… but other than that, Blackmail just wants you to stare on your toes. Any possible time to strike will be messaged to you."
"Why couldn't he have texted?" Mayoura questions Wanderer.
"I personally think he's paranoid." Wanderer jokes. "But it has to do with 'hackers' and the like."
"I see." Mayoura nods. "You also know about how the GATE suits work, right? Do you think you could take it to someone who could repair it? I think it could be really useful."
"Not my job." Wanderer itchs the back of his head with the revolver barrel. "All I can tell you is that your plan with Chernobyl isn't half bad."
"He's... talking with you right now?" Mayoura squints at Wanderer.
Wanderer nods. "Alright then. I know we're both very busy people, so I'll go ahead and leave."
"Okay," Mayoura smiles. "Good luck with whatever you're doing."
"Thanks." Wanderer says in a monotone voice as he leaves the church.
Mayoura sighs before approaching the agent and tapping the side of his helmet, making the suit fold up into a small cube. She grabs the cube and puts it in Secretum Sacculi. Then, she taps her staff on the forehead of the agent, slowly waking him up.
"Chernobyl," Mayoura looms over the agent. "There's going to be a change in your plans, whether you like it or not."