A cool glow shimmered from a bony blade illuminated by lines of light rimmed the very ends of the suitcase. The blade was triangular on the end as it spread out from an ivory hilt, tooth like protrusions encircled into a circular guard enjoined tightly to where the bone blade and the hilt met. A faint red crest spread up and down the length of the proud sharp line, forming a toothy pattern and dissolving intermittently.
"An important skirmish is happening soon, which will start the war up again! They're going to march on each other's territories, and I was threatened to receive this from Five Workshop!" Domingo bobbed his head up and down, beaming at the cheek as he explained. Uris articulated a question at the unfamiliar term, repeating the last two words Domingo had cheerily offered.
"Five Workshop?"
"It's the title of accident fivesy! Mine's Broken Portal!" Domingo's cadence surged as he puffed his chest up with pride, stretching out his legs a bit further as he made lurching strides. Bie's lips trembled as his strands wiggled, wringing the water out of his bob by itself as his lungs quivered with contained laughter. 'Portal' was probably for the warping, and 'Broken'...
Well, that was self-explanatory. Though if he had to pick a name, it would probably be along the lines of 'Has A Screw Loose', 'Babbling Buffoon,' or 'Circus Monkey'. Sure, it wasn't very descriptive of his abilities, but it was indicative of his behavior.
"I still don't see why you needed to scam her, though?" Ulun asked, his brows furrowing as streaks of interest washed over his eyes. He had already hung his hooks along his back before tying them down, so his plated hands were free to stroke his ash blonde locks contemplatively. Domingo scrambled before taking a brief second of silence, the cheery grin momentarily dimming before it burgeoned as the highest lock of chestnut hair atop his head stood up.
"Oh, those golden Shans weren't real in the first place. Fivesy is already a menace because she keeps hacking through the systems, and it's pretty obvious that she would've advanced to higher tier gear. That trash she wears is the only way the Council can keep her in check!" Domingo started hopping along, his movements reaching a fever pitch as he continuously gyrated on his heels.
"Wait, so those freaks know about her? Father?" Ulun solemnly nodded his head, his gaze becoming fiercer as he bared his teeth. Veins pulsated along the edges of his face as he emanated anger, light blossoming forth in his irises before lapping at the sides of his sclera.
"Yeah. They know all about the so called 'accidents,' and instead of getting rid of them, they let them roam free. This in itself is not a bad thing, as the accidents generally keep to darkened old streets. The problem is when they don't." He took a deep breath and let out a thin stream of air, the light in his eyes subsiding before they could coalesce into beams. He paused, letting his last word hang in the air before he continued where he left off.
"Aimee seems nice, but sometimes the accidents decide to murder some of the more innocent scientists. Not everyone here is bad, usually strung along like instruments in an ensemble without any knowledge in what they're participating in. And sometimes, they feed some of the scientists to the accidents in an attempt to accelerate their mutations." He cast a sidelong glance at Domingo, still not finished with his speech.
"They're trying to make these 'accidents' into usable soldiers by splicing their genes with demihuman genetics. That, is why..." he grit his teeth, his deep voice roiling over as hatred coursed under, above, and all the way through his next words.
"...why I'm going to lay down every last son of a b*tch on that f*cking Decanthus into the ground. I'll light a funeral pyre in my beloved's honor before atoning for my sins." His hair fluttered upwards, clawing towards the sky as the light from his eyes streamed into his long locks, forming a halo around the fibers on his head. The light was then directed towards a cigarette he held in his left hand, drying it and the upper half of his plate mail along with it. He brought the long stick to his lips before using the last bourns of light to ignite the end.
He took a long drag as the fumes pushed into his lungs, before coughing and hacking plumes of the smoke puffs. Nobody talked, though Bie sidled up to him before supporting Ulun's slumped posture. He sputtered, not even bothering to gasp for air, but the smoky tendrils were sucked away from in front of his face as they made their way to Uris's open mouth.
"Uris- you can't just do that. You'll excite your blood, and it'll take a while for your demihuman features to fade!" Ulun suddenly shouted as his pupils constricted, standing ramrod straight as he threw the cigarette into the water. Though not before Uris let out a giant heave as her lungs expanded rapidly, pulling long waves of the haze upward as a smoky grey filled her white irises.
Her physique shivered as the smoke lumped together, becoming black as it stacked over each and created vertical slits. Scales emerged in clumps over her ashen brown sin, and a horned protrusion rose from the uppermost left corner of her forehead, small rings becoming evident.
Smoke germinated in her own lungs before coursing out of her nostrils in elegant lines that she breathed in again, creating a feedback loop that lasted long enough for one mor change to transpire. Leathery wings burst out of her right calf, ripping past the fabric that clung to it and standing proud, small scales lining the winged texture like feathers. She ascended, flying a meter high in the sky underneath the deep ground, while Ulun sported a bitter expression.
"I'm done hiding. Domingo, when will the battle begin and where!" Domingo shivered as her hazy breath invaded his nostrils before streaming out of her ears, and he could feel her anger. His grin became maniacal as a crazy light flowed over his eyes like a thick gravy, the gloopy texture enveloping his gaze completely.
"So cool!" Bie begrudgingly agreed, though he wouldn't admit it. Not because he was embarrassed, but because yelling like that would most likely be very impolite. That and he didn't want to openly concur with the literal nutcase, that scrambled to answer her.
"One day, at the Fracois Frontline! Aimee will probably be there, along with those stupid mages and some other accidents. Can't forget the scientists! It'll take us like, thirty hours to get there, though?"
Uris snorted, before unfurling her clenched hand towards the runic tower shield she always carried. The shield started to glow, the edges of the etched runes emitting a low electric home as magic filled the air. Then, the shield shook with a large clang, before it expanded enough to become a floating platform that could fit the four of them!
"We'll get there as soon as possible," was the last thing she said, before they each made their way onto the levitating tower shield and shot off towards the distance.