Two comrades of an assassin await the signal they're staying alert for on the rooftop of Seyort's biggest internet podcasting building to infiltrate and complete their mark. Meanwhile, the assistant of the host Victor Vale Jr, delivers his coffee then he calls for the live stream to begin by his men filled with behind the scene duties. Victor Vale shares an awkward handshake with his guest then his blinding smile with his thousands of viewers. "Hi, welcome to the home of the corniest, most informative or criminally hilarious yapping you'll encounter across the internet, boys and girls, men or women, and furries. Special guest star for today is smack tighter!" The host introduces as he sits across from his guest like any other host. Smack tighter lightly laughs as he shares his own smile. Ember and Bao tune in from their phones. "Why are they faking their smiles like that?" Ember asked only to be ignored by Bao's mouth yet answered with her eyes. Victor Vale organizes his note cards before walking over to his guest and though, inaudible for the viewers with the neglect of their microphones, whispers to him a question. Smack tighter threw his hands in the air then on top of his head as he smiled from shock. "Can I be honest with you, for real, Vicky?" Smack tighter asked as he mood changed up and one side of his lips went higher. Victor nodded in agreement awaiting his answer, smack tighter, lightly sighed in relief. "So, my manager told me to come on since it'll be good for my career, but I was prepared to be bored outta ma mind and never appear back on the show." Smack tighter Confessed as he shook his head. Victor began chuckling as he knew his answer by that confession. "We pride ourselves on versatility here and the topics of each show are whatever I personally feel are interesting, so I understand you on that drive to avoid boredom by any means possible, Smack." Victor shouted towards the end. Smack tighter began sighing slightly heavier with relief as he shook his head. "Yeah— like you feel me, dawg?" Smack tighter put his head down and had his legs spread fairly far as he slouched on the stage's couch as well. Victor nodded his head as he puffed his lips. "Then hype up the answer I asked as loud and proud as you can for our guests, Smack-rack!" Victor shouted hoping to hype up the guest. Smack tighter grabbed his microphone off the table, breathed in, shouted from the top of his lungs as if he was performing a concert. "Tonight, we are talking about folks posting about their personal L's on social media, particularly, those wonderful ladies participating in it the most!" The world famous musician, songwriter and performer began twisting his right fist as he bobbed his head and mimicked a night club beat. Victor and the Gifted musician that was his guest for the night looked at a screen that was hidden away from the viewers' sight that displayed their chat and loved every joke told, every roast, each viewer donating. Baozhai soon realized that Ember found herself enjoying the topic getting discussed and one video even got the Blue-stocking blade to laugh. Victor Vale exited the camera's an hour in to use the bathroom yet noticed they were out of toilet paper, he called for his assistant Blake Mortimer while stuck on the throne to fetch him some from their supplies storage, he did what he was told, yet on his way to the show's host and his boss, Blake encounters one of the assassins he had been avoiding for a while, first the assistant surveyed the area as much he could for the others upon seeing their leader, but forcing the assistant holding secrets to wonder how he and the other two had managed to find him. "The bestowal curtains minister. He came alone, So they must have realized that I thrive when the odds are against me?" Blake Mortimer kept in his thoughts as he squared up with the assassin right in front of him. The assassin made an uncomfortable gesture that Blake understood well enough to get him in line before he ended with a gesture that was a request for him to meet him elsewhere. Blake nodded in agreement then the scarred and sour faced assassin left peacefully. "Nobody that isn't involved has to die today." Blake Mortimer told himself before handing the toilet paper to another employee before he had made his way to the roof. Baozhai reads Ember's hundred dollar chat which is read by the co-host. The co-host has a concerned face on her as another employees from behind-the-scenes whispers something in her ear. "Welp, the live stream will continue in another half an hour or something— we're having minute scheduling issues, have fun in the chat!" Said the co-host before the stream's break screen appears for the viewers. "Why were you roasting him that ferociously, though?" Baozhai asked with genuine concern over her friend's habit. Ember moved her eyes away from the phone and made a noise she realized Her brother Artus often makes when posed with a question that he just doesn't understand and she acknowledged it. "I don't know what to answer that with— so I'll leave you with a shrug and the Possibility of joining my brothers since they agreed that it may just be in my nature. I've come to enjoy more lowbrow activities since leaving the facility in the states." The Blue-stocking blade replied though without actually shrugging. baozhai lightly chuckled remembering more. "You agreed with his stupid takes while still roasting him, though?" Alyi's lethal genius asked further. Ember slightly smirked confidently. "You think they're stupid takes? Care to fill the time until it returns with our own conversation about how?" Asked the Blue-stocking blade. Baozhai returned the confidence through her eyes widening as her excitement skyrocketed. "I've got a twenty to three record at Alyi's most esteemed debate academy. You're seriously ready?!" Alyi's lethal genius asked as she walked through her small yet comfy apartment into the teeny kitchen that Ember stood in.
Crowds who were traversing the city of Seyort on the sidewalk moved out of the way of a pale stranger that wandered from elsewhere. He stood at six-foot-nine with an unbelievably muscular build leaving the average crowd amazed yet terrified, especially from the noises coming from him as he limped By and the sword sheathed on his hip that very few noticed. He entered the tall gray building before his legs temporarily gave out briefly and he fell on the ground outside of the complexes' front door. He found stairs and climbed up, prior to scaring away the staff members who had opinions of him on the first floor through his size and sword. The strange swordsman looked as shocked as he ever felt by the fluctuating state of his muscles as he held out his hands. He can hear others murmur and whisper in a language he can't understand. The strange man noticed that his memories are beginning to fade one by one, as his enemy promised. As tears begin falling down his face as he notices that more memories are fading torturously slowly, the failed swordsman decides to have a seat on the ground and wait for a foreigner to arrive and ask if they could use his sword to put him down. A few of the employees exit the room immediately to leave from the strange man's smell and others refuse to so instead deciding to wait for security to escort him out. "I need to know why he smells like walking death, Toby!" Said an obese employee. The previous staff member's co-worker looked baffled. "You guys notice that this dude's hair— is slowly shifting colors?!" Said the amazed staff member. "He's so peaceful sitting cross cross." Another staff employee commented. "Where is our security to throw this bum from the building?" Said an upset staff member as he held his nose. The site's security arrived who stood near as tall as the strange swordsman yet even he was amazed by the stature and intimidating and unhinged noise he heard. The security guard's gut warned him to back away slowly which he did as he evacuated the building. The stream abruptly ended for Baozhai, Ember and the rest of the viewers tuning in "What's going on— something's happening down at the studio!" Baozhai shouted with a concerned tone and frown. Chief of police for Seyort, Decartes Svoboda, surveys the podcast's building, unsure that everyone was evacuated until one of his officers on the scene approached and assured him. Decartes felt relieved after hearing the report yet couldn't help but feel angry each time he had to call for the Gen-Oath division. Decartes sighed before calling one of the fastest growing from his own observations. "Stay appreciative regardless." Decartes reminded himself after the call had been answered. Anastasius entered the building yet he found the first floor immensely uncomfortably empty and abandoned. "It can go without saying that I've really arrived here very late." Anastasius thought to himself as he investigated the podcast studio's first floor. Finding absolutely nothing matching the description that his chief gave him, he moved up cautiously and kept the same clear mind through the second floor where the set for the podcast had been decided to stay. The Dynast of sensibilities continued to move cautiously and stepped lightly through the studio's corridor until he reached the door. He stood still for a moment before entering, thinking of his game plan as he had now been expecting for the inhuman creature he was called to investigate. The door had been kicked down yet Anastasius dodged it but couldn't dodge the feral and savage stranger's swift vertical slash, he had to guard the swordsman slicing him in two with his armored gauntlets, he pushed the Dynast of sensibilities against the wall. Anastasius realized the swordsman was gradually becoming weaker, briefly enough for him to overpower him before unsheathing his own sword from his hip. The two swordsmen slashed and sliced as if they were performing a brilliant dance routine until the swordsman began leaving prominent openings in his defense and attack that Anastasius had no problem taking advantage of to end the fight when he noticed it about the ruthless and mysterious swordsman. Anastasius removed the arm that he wielded his sword with, until he switched and continued threatening Anastasius' life with each swing until he removed his second arm as well. Anastasius held out his arm allowing him to gain information on his assailant, the inhuman swordsman's current state and what he felt terrified him but he refused to let this opponent of his suffer. He removed the gauntlet of his right arm intending to return the swordsman's sanity and calm his wrath, sorrow and pride that had been combined with a mysterious Anastasius felt to drive him insane. "C'mon, swordsman! Your family would want you to help me here and overcome this, buddy!" The Dynast of sensibilities shouted before he calmed himself to give it his all. After three minutes of struggling for Anastasius and for the foreign swordsman, the Dynast of sensibilities returned the faculties of logic and reason that went missing from his former assailant back to him. The former swordsman opened his eyes as he fell on his butt. "What and where is this hell?" He asked as he quickly noticed his arms were gone. Anastasius fell to a knee as he held his throbbing head. "What's your name and well— where are you from?!" Anastasius asked with a slightly frustrated tone though he kept his composure. He couldn't deny feeling offended by the question which the swordsman had asked that he thought to be rude. Anastasius noticed the face of shock that came from the mysterious swordsman when he replied in his language. The swordsman looked at the ground for a brief moment. "Many of my memories have returned for now. The name's Moajkar of the Eyesipian people." Moajkar answered when he finally recalled the memories of his home and life that had been returning. Anastasius looked away with his mouth open and eyes widened as the feeling that he's heard of his people from somewhere.
Marcel grinned as his friend measured his foot with the shoe that he planned on buying from him. Dante grinned in return when it wound up proving to be a perfect fit. "That'll be 500 Euros, Buckaroo." Dante informed the Crescent-hearted before worry set in when he noticed he began second guessing on the choice. The Crescent-hearted realized he had made his friend's day when he decided to buy the most expensive pair he had on him. "You're lucky I care too much for my sneaker collection." Said Marcel as he waited for Dante to clean up the shoe box. Marcel wired him the money through his multi-use communicator. Dante smiled as he saw the money. "That collection of yours is going to make me hard if you've got shoes this exclusive and rare, bro!" Dante replied as he ambled behind his counter and leaning over it. Marcel lightly chuckled as he rested his head on his chin for a moment and Dante knew why. "Love you, bro, but I'm not ever going to let you go near my collection." Marcel responded as he shook his hands and head. Dante slowly nodded as he kept his grin that Marcel hated on his face. "I can collect as well as I sell but since you're so firm what else can I say but it is what is on that decision?" Dante finished before he left the counter for a room in the back of his store. Marcel's communicator began alerting him of a call from his squad mate, Ember Aluin, he answered yet heard two speaking over one another, he recognized the other's voice as Baozhai, he remained quiet refusing to turn it into a three-way conversation. Ember decided to give her communicator to Baozhai. "There's a problem at Le-Will grand near you, something happened on the Victor Vale podcast!" Marcel heard Baozhai shout before he hung up, mapped his GPS to the location he's been informed over and fired up his traversal boots to jet. Anastasius began noticing that he couldn't hold Moujkar's sane mental state for much longer yet he held on, Moujkar sat criss-cross on the ground once again. Anastasius refused to release Moujkar back into insanity, drowning in the depths of his emotions once more as he pushed his princely power further with his right arm extended to its maximum. Moujkar looked back at Anastasius with tears leaking out of his eye. "It's alright, Prince Anastasius— I've never laid eyes on you until now but I know that only the prince would have the power to resist the queen." Moujkar smiled as he removed his eye. Anastasius decided to disregard the concept of exhaustion as he held onto Moujkar's sanity though he noticed that his limit had been approaching him swiftly and he hated that fact. Moujkar rolled his artificial eye at his feet as he turned back around with his arms crossed waiting for what he had known to be the inevitable. "Gifted with the power of destruction, calamity, catastrophe and emotion, three of which are from her master. If I had listened to that old man, maybe I could have saved the village?" Moujkar thought to himself as he gave the answer to that question all of his brain's remaining power. Anastasius' reflexes have him leapt and sprung away from a loud crashing sound; he counted four strangers as three were attacking one. Blake threw one of the dark clothed strangers with a monkey flip that flung him a far distance. Two others began pummeling and pounding Blake before he could pick himself off the ground and regain his footing. Anastasius asked himself who ought he lend a hand but couldn't make up his mind and decided to blast the two dark cloaked strangers away from the man they were teaming against with his shotgun that he carried on his other hip. Anastasius questioned if the Trio were human for how easy they shrugged off his shotgun. Anastasius and Blake alongside the assassins targeting both men at that point halted and paused their fight as Moujkar released a feral monstrous roar while limping to his arm, briefly stunning the assassins and Anastasius as he reattached it and it instantaneously worked as if it was new. As Moujkar moved his lengthy dark hair out of his eye, the assassins had no clue what to make of him before he grew more feral and slashed and hacked their way speedily. The trio of Assassins were forced to defend against his blows as ferocious as lightning and swifter than the animal kingdom. Blake saw that Anastasius was exhausted and assumed it was from him defending the city from the threat with a sword. "I recognize a useful distraction when they come up. Let's go!" Said the Podcast host's assistant as he sprinted and tossed him over his shoulder. Moujkar roared ferociously as he limped to his other arm after the assassins gained distance away. The Strategic curtains minister rushed and slid to retrieve the behemoth's arm before he could obtain it. The Bestowal curtains minister grabbed a box attached to his hip before opening it and tossing two dark blue crystals held inside to the Prodigious Curtains minister. The prodigious curtains minister shoved them into openings in his right boot and left gauntlet. When they shifted into a red metallic shade, he sprinted towards Moujkar relieving his comrade, the Strategic curtains minister carrying the monster's severed left arm, of diversion duty. The Prodigious curtains minister weaved each punch monstrous Moujkar tossed his way before an opening he took quick advantage of had showed up that allowed the assassin to bring freezing ice through the shifted parts of his armor to bring the monstrous Moujkar to a quick halt. The monstrous former village defender began bashing the ice with his sword until the Prodigious froze his arm then severed it with a chop, he tightly gripped Moujkar's head before utilizing his icey gauntlet to freeze the rest of him, the strategic curtains minister shattered him with a series of kicks.