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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHdKTDdtCQk

Long ago, there was the great golden god, the Xanthous Emperor, who by his power subverted the world into one built in his own image. The land known as Hainei, resting below his Heaven. In this unusual world, the Emperor's word and cruelty was law, enforced by his worldwide Kingdom, and he sought to strip every being that came to be of their free will, transforming them into nothing but mindless slaves that only existed to worship his name and power.

But many would resist and dare to stand against the Emperor. Chiefly, the original humans that inhabited the ancestral cradle, and the Qilins, unique creatures created in order to manifest virtues that could suppress all evil as part of a project to instrumentalize benevolence itself. All had rallied under the plans of a mysterious mechanical god, NEGAI. With NEGAI's clairvoyance and encouragement, one of the Emperor's greatest allies, Oscar the Great, the godfather of science, betrayed him and slew his physical body.

For their act of defiance and betrayal, the Emperor's persisting soul, Lord Sarakha, sunk the ancestral homeland and brought about the end of all rebels. The original humans of the cradle and their Qilin creations died along with their now Lost Continent, plunged to the depths of the hereafter. In the aftermath, the Emperor's Kingdom soon came to be ruled by the Trinity, his three most devoted servants, who continued his totalitarian legacy through fear and control, transforming their own people into machines of death that lacked all will.

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But not all Qilin had perished in the destruction of the cradle. Few survived. Namely, there was a pure hearted creature named Muna, who by the interventions of the Machine God, had lived elsewhere in the world among mortals, now risen to try dethroning the Emperor for good.
And then there was the Cattle Qilin, Ren, who lied enslaved in the Trinity's capital at the hands of the unforgiving Lord Thandir, ruler of souls. Using the aborted children of the Cattle, Lord Thandir perfected his demented plans to create an unstoppable and divine army that could effortlessly annihilate all opposition to the Trinity.

And thus, the Mass Produced Demigods were born.

By extracting the innately celestial essence of unborn Qilin and combining it with advanced frames engineered well beyond mortal means, Lord Thandir found a way to create a Demigod lacking any will of its own. Each of these manufactured Demigods would be worth well over a billion men, and their strength was beyond that of any army. With a force of these, overwhelming the indigenous deities of Hainei that refused to bow to the Emperor was within easier reach.

But to his confounding, Thandir encountered multiple drawbacks to the Mass Produced Demigods. The shells strong enough to contain Demigodly essence was extremely expensive to the Trinity and difficult to engineer, taking many years to merely get one half underway. As well, the Mass Produced Demigods were non-sapient, and could not think for themselves. The intelligence of the creatures had to be removed to ensure the celestial essence did not produce sentiments even resembling disloyalty or a will to do anything for itself, out of great fear of betrayal or revolt. And finally, the Demigod soldiers were incapable of drawing out their true Demigodly power because of their counterfeited nature without specialized weapons attuned to themselves, also difficult to engineer.

In order to better organize the Mass Produced Demigods as a standing force, Thandir had no choice but to create four with their own wills, indoctrinated to himself, to lead them. These kingly four he dubbed the Cadres and gave their own names.

Zhun Gongzhu, the faithful Central Master.
Koimaru, the devious Grand Framer.
Jannugola, the dour High Fabricator.
And Virini, the skeptical Principle Animator.

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Under the Cadre, the Mass Produced Demigods could strike out on their own, independent of Thandir's precious time, and capable of crushing the Emperor's enemies with impunity. Slowly, but certainly, Lord Thandir's plans were coming to fruition, and he would soon smile upon a world purged of all filth, reverse-radiance and unfaithful.

And now, in the Imperial Seat below Heaven, in the Loka of the Cadre where their stronghold resided, amidst the churning factories and dark halls of the Mass Produced Demigods, the Central Master's most nefarious deed yet was being patented for use.

A terrifying new instrument of victory.

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Yet, these events begin in a more unlikely place. Deep in the city of Eikrise in Siegesia. Within the Bunker of the Psyops below the surface, in the vibrant environment of the Cat Boudoir...

>>6147987
Are we going to grasp and/or witness FAT CAT TATS?

>>6147999
Aww, cute...

Is that freckles? Neat

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CAT BOUDOIR

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPAVvY-DUxw

Morning time. It's the start of another eventful day at the Bunker. The Cat Boudoir's artificial ceiling panels come alight with the slow burning hue of a simulated sunrise into bright blue, coinciding with the yawns of the many felines and therians that inhabited the compound. Automatic feeders bleeped to life, depositing chow.

This was the life. A comfortable place.

Now, it was time to get moving and onto the matters at hand...

[ Tutorial: Select events marked with a ( STORY ) tag to progress the sidequest's plot! Events marked as ( EXTRA ) are optional, but may contain many clues or interesting things... ]

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) Catfight!
> • (STORY) Samurai in the summer.
> • (EXTRA) Poll closed, the results are in...
> • (EXTRA) I vandalize things. For freedom.
> • (EXTRA) Average sized breakfast.
> • (EXTRA) Long time no see... and I wish'edda stayed that way!
> • (EXTRA) The Greymalkin squad.
> • (EXTRA) I'm on the phone right now.

>>6148008
>> • (STORY) Samurai in the summer.

>>6148008
> • (EXTRA) Average sized breakfast.

Are write-in allowed? If so:
> • (EXTRA) Above average sized breakfast.

>>6148008
> • (STORY) Samurai in the summer.

>>6148008
> • (EXTRA) Average sized breakfast.
Most important meal of the day!

>>6148021
+1

>>6148008

Playing selected events...

(STORY EVENT: Samurai in the summer.)

"Uuuuughhhhh...."

The atmosphere of Psyops was always so busy outside the Atriums, no matter the time of day or night. And it was especially bad when the morning came. People had to get to their shifts, pick up from were they left off. The halls were a hazard in this bunker, so many risks ran of bumping into someone and making them drop their stack of papers... then you have to help them pick it up!

"I haaaate mornings..." She whined.

At least, as a Director, she had the privilege to have people always ensure they stepped out of her way. It removed some of the tedium, but then there was the long walks to get across this place and its floors. She wishes they'd permit use of a... a segway! Or something.

"Oh good, you're here!" Sang the ever peppy head of R&D upon her entrance.

"Krina... what do you want?"

Catastrovania yawned and stretched her arms, miffed at how many times that bot spammed her phone begging her to come down to the Research Offices block. She barely finished brushing her teeth...

"You're gonna love this. Alright, come here." Krina clapped. Catastrovania's lazy lid blinked halfway as she glanced at the red blurry thing stepping right towards her. She rubbed her eye and-

"GWEH! T... THAT'S A SAMURAI!"

"Hm hm! That's right!"

"WAH! AWA... W-What's that THING doing in here!? Are you crazy?! It could have a tracking device on it that'll-"

"Noooo! It's fine! Trust me! Ahaha! I made sure it wouldn't be a hazard to us here." Krina reassured her, placing a finger on her lips.

Catastrovania stared warily. It wasn't every day she saw an actual Chemical Immortal up this close. And not one in such... pristine condition. She watched as Krina removed the metallic ensui jingasa it wore.

"It... her face. It's so humanlike..."

"Yep. We found this Samurai in Yongesia. It seems we noticed a certain trend among their ranks, you might say. It seems the Samurai units less likely to see battle aren't completely molded into a faceless creature. Some Ashigaru are even produced with the intention of standing guard in the wards indefinitely." Krina explained.

"Hmm... because they'll be more comfortable for the people to be around."

Likely because a human-like face was less frightening than how most of the faceless Chemical Immortals appeared. Not meant for intimidation, but clarity. The wards were full of poor, exploited people. Easy put two and two together. The Samurai had real, blonde dyed hair. Left over from conversion. Even some spots of paint meant to resemble some freckles she had prior to conversion? The point is, she would be less scary to have posted in your town.

"Hey, its-er, she's blinking. This one is working?" Catastrovania warily asked, stepping closer and leaning in, to which the unit recoiled slightly in confusion.

Krina sighed. "She is. See, I wanted to capture a Samurai to look at closer and the Yongesian ones were prime pickings since the wards aren't usually in danger. Plus, its more human-like construction is easier to put back together. I wanted to experiment and see if it was possible to reverse the seizure of their wills but...."

"What happened when you removed the Amulet?"

"Well, it was difficult. The Amulet chips suppress their souls... and removing one risks destroying the unit as a failsafe. It was hard, but I managed to pull it off, and now she has free will again. It's just... well, there wasn't much point in doing it right now. Remember, Ashigaru like her always have their memories wiped."

"So... you don't remember who you were at all? That's all completely gone?" Catastrovania mused.

"Who... I am?" The unit suddenly spoke, making her flinch.

The Samurai looked down at her hands; "I... don't know that."

Krina sipped on a mug of something. "See? She's oblivious. My hopes for being able to save Samurai by restoring their will is uncertain. Sure, morally, it would be right to save them all if possible. But at the same time... their past lives are obliterated. It's hard to ever tell which ones still have family living and which ones have outlived it all by now. They're just lost souls, living lost lives..."

"I am a Samurai. I was made to fight for the Emperor. But, I don't know why, I don't feel like fighting right now."

Catastrovania tilted her head.

"Do you want a name?"

"A name?" The Samurai unit asked, looking up.

"Hm... nyehhh. You're going to need a name... Let's see... Uhh... what to name you..."

...

A silence trespassed by slowly.

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...

Krina raised her finger. "How about-"

"Samurai.... Sss.... Sssssummers." Catastrovania spat out.

"Eh?"

"My name is Samurai Summers?"

"Yes. Well, I mean, it is now." Catastrovania nodded.

"Why that name?" Krina asked.

"Because it's summertime right now, and she's a Samurai who's only just now awakened during it! It'll mark the start of her new identity! The official zeroth anniversary of her very self!"

"I don't think things can have a "zeroth" anniversary..."

"It has already provoked her to think about it!"

Krina shrugged.

"Well, why not. Besides, this is what I wanted from you anyway. I'm gonna entrust Samurai Summers to you."

"Huh? Why me? Is this part of some hidden agenda..."

"No, I just understand you're fond of the Samurai culture."

Krina gave this sly smile as she walked away, out of the office. She gave a bunny fingers as she did; "Teach her lots, and more importantly, treat her right! Have fun you two!"

Leaving them alone. Catastrovania, all alone with this newly christened Chemical Immortal. The Samurai unit blinked, and looked at her. She looked right back.

"You will... teach me things?"

Cat glanced off to the side.

"...Like what?"

"Hm..."

>What... to teach her? What to show her? Something... anything...

>>6148090
>Teach her Karaoke
Seems like a good place to get started

>>6148090
>She gave a bunny fingers as she did
what are those ?
>>6148108
>+1
sounds like a good bonding activity

>>6148108
+1

>>6148090

>>6148157
>what are those ?
Index and middle finger up all others down.
Also called Taint Pincher.

>>6148108
Seconding
I also would have tried teaching her the Blade, to show that mastery of one's self and purpose doesn't just ah r to be found in senseless war making but... Catastrovania dumb.

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Catastrovania gave the Samurai a once over. What Krina said was really starting to sink in. She could pretty much see it in the unit's eyes. Confusion. A being that pretty much had no ideas what to do. She really did just wake up all of a sudden, retaining nothing but the most basic, instinctual information on how to operate. She probably couldn't perceive reality itself very well.

She was basically alone.

Catastrovania knew how that felt. So, she takes it upon herself to help her. She knows what she has to do. She has to become this Samurai's friend!

"...Mmmrm.. uhh, um um.. uwaaahhaaa... wwwrr..."

"...?" Samurai Summers tilted her head. "What in the world are these sounds you're making?"

"N-Nothing. Look, just come with me." She said.

Bottling up the excitement of being able to say she has an actual bonafide Samurai friend now.

"ᴹ-ᴹʸ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᶦˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃn ᵃnᶦᵐᵉ... ʷ-ʷᵒʷ..."

"What?"

"ʸ-ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒ..."

"I... beg your pardon?"

"N-Nothing."

[...]

Samurai Summers could feel the stares she was getting as she walked behind Catastrovania. These people in the Bunker, they seemed to be wary of her. On guard, even.

"Why am I receiving such glares?"

"Huh? Oh. It's because you're a Samurai is all."

"Is that a bad thing here?"

"N-No! Definitely not! I mean, yes! W-Wait, no! Yes, but no! Look, it's complex. Really complex, beyond your understanding. I'll explain it later. We just got to get you... ah, 'liked', around here, first, is all."

It was for her best right now, being known as the one friendly Samurai the Psyops has ever known. And it would make it less likely that anyone picks on her or opens panic-fire if she goes wandering around. Plus, her plan would teach her some basic CULTURE while she was at it, leading Samurai Summers into the Bunker's staff bar.

Thankfully, not as crowded in the morning but she would be filming this on her phone for sure to post around. It would be viral within Psyops with enough time.

"Are you familiar with this?" Catastrovania said, pointing to a colorful device on a small stage setup within the lounge.

"...That is a microphone."

"...N-No, the thing it's attached to. It's a karaoke machine."

"Ah! A singing box. Yes, they have these in Yongesia. I have never used one." Summers said, smiling.

"Good, so then it'll be like a beginner's experience for you. Go on up there and take the mic."

"...You want me... to sing?"

"Hai. Go give karaoke a try. I'm sure it'll improve the way people look at you here if you do." She winked.

"Ah... Alright."

"Just grab the mic to activate the machine and pick your song, then it'll start."

Samurai Summers nodded, as unsure of it as she was. She marched towards the stage. Instantly, heads turned.

"Yo, check it out. Singing samurai."
"Holy shit."

Catastrovania snickered. Yes, it was all coming together now.

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"Excuse me, miss director?" Came one of the staff, walking up beside her; "Is... is that a Samurai? Are you sure it's a good idea to allow a Samurai to walk around in here?"

"Oh yeah." She scoffed. "She's harmless. She's a new addition around here. In fact, I'm in charge of her."

"Fascinating. You command even Samurai?"

"Tch. Yeah. I totally hacked into her all on my own and took direct control! I'm like, a master of Samurai now." She bragged.

"So you're totally in control. You can get her to do anything you want? Impressive. So it's all you that's making her sing up on stage?"

"Ye-Well, no, but- I mean, y-yeah! Of course! She's gonna sing some classic Y pop hits just because I told her to." Cat smirked.

"...?"

"...What's with that look?"

"Ma'am, the song playing is Woldorian metal."

Catastrovania's ears twitched. She looked towards the stage. That... that was a guitar... that... was an unrefined WESTERN guitar! What... what?! But... but she's a Samurai! Surely she would have picked a Yongesian single instead of one she didn't recognize! How could she... what is she even...?!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE BEAR WENT OVER THE MOUNTAIN TO SEE WHAT HE COULD SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN IS ALL THAT HE COULD SEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Catastrovania fell backwards and nearly fainted, staff panicking at her sudden drop.

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(EXTRA EVENT: Above average sized breakfast.)

At an earlier point in this story, you might have read the line "Now, it was time to get moving and onto the matters at hand..." and have been left wondering what those matters possibly were. Well, these are the matters. It's a lot of matter, in pleasing shapes and forms.

The rising of steam from freshly cooked meat. Brown, opaque glaze trickling down the sides of segmented, fluffy mountains. Red strips of deliciousness still crackling and sizzling where it was. Oh yes, breakfast. Breakfast and its attractive aroma filled the air of the Cat Boudoir. This was a veritable feast set on a long table. Tray after tray and plate after plate.

Pancakes! Waffles! Sausage links, bacon, potatoes! Eggs and cheese and berries and milk and juice and bread and honey and more! Oh! More! Joy! JOY!

"Nyaaahhehehehehe..."

And the perpetrator of this feast was pleased. After all, her genius plans put it together.

It's such a simple facade. In the Cat Boudoir, the number of real cats somewhat outnumbered the Therians. But, by pretending that all the actual animal cats too were Therians and putting on fake voices and accents, Seannsa figured out she and her lackeys could order double the breakfast from the Psyops canteen. Ohhh, it was a dirty trick but a funny one.

"Feast tuh' yer' hearts contents, lasses, lads. Breakfast iss'on me! Nyaaaa~! Mark me words, erry' mornin' we'll have a smorgasbord tuh' eat here! Cheers for our new Cat Village! NYAAA~!"

"NYAAAA!"

"NYAAAA!"

"NYAAAA!"

"NYAAAA!"

These cats, suffice to say, were thriving on the "matters" at hand.

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"Meow meow."

"Mroooow!"

"Mm?"

Seannsa turned around, cheeks already full of chewed sausage. She swallowed as her loyal cats stacked on top of each other, clutching the end of a service line to the overarching chamber. She smirked and leaned in.

"Hello? Hello? Are you listening to me?" Came out the other end.

"NYAAAAAHAAHAHAAHAHAAAAAA!" Seannsa suddenly outburst, making the caller recoil from his phone; "Ye've reached the ear of Seannsa, goddess of the Cats and governess o' Luck. To whom doo'yiioh this pleasure to speak?"

"Ahm. Hello, yes. This is Mister Felwitz. You can just call me Hale, everyone does."

"..."

"...Right. I am the acting Deputy Executive."

"Ah, roight' ye' are. One of the bigwigs what runnin' this bunkah' n' all that."

"Quite. In fact, I am the primary financier of this operation and base. I'd like to speak on behalf of our absent Executive on a matter. I'm calling because I believe that we have learned that a number of Therian inhabitants of the Cat Boudoir have been... let's say, ah, performing certain actions that have reduced the stock of the Bunker's canteen and ah, dented the budget."

"Oh yeh'? And what koindah' actions those be?"

"Well, we think they are ordering double the breakfast and pretending the normal cats are Therians too in order to fool our staff. This has led to numerous complaints from our scientists! They too enjoy having their breakfast but to arrive only to find our eatery out of all they like... it's quite the frustration! You might imagine!"

"...Pfft...."

"...Y-... You're the one making them do this, aren't you?"

"M'hands be red." She rubbed it in his face.

Hale sighed.

"I don't suppose we might ease the amount of damage you and your Therians are doing to our supply of breakfast items through negotiation right now, might we?" He asked, worming a finger through the curly lines in contemplation.

"Depends." She said.

Hale has hardly ever interacted with Seannsa in place of Muna, and already he knew that trying to extract maximum benefits from her was impossible. She was a rather "my way or the highway" type.

That being said... he needs to reign her in. Damn it, Hale, you're the DEPUTY EXECUTIVE. Second to Muna, and she pretty much let you run the show all by yourself anyway so it might as well be second to non-a. Make. The. Point. Firm.

Come up... with a solution that doesn't draw her ire, make her start giving out bad luck in a hissy fit.

>"How about a diet?"
>"Perhaps you'd be interested in a kind of treat-rewards program?"
>"What if we found you a cook with skills worthy of the divine?"
>"I can have hoses installed in that Boudoir, you know."
>"I have cucumbers. Our staff are willing to use them."
>"You're fat."

>>6148313
>"Perhaps you'd be interested in a kind of treat-rewards program?"
that cucumber line seems sussy

>>6148313
>"Perhaps you'd be interested in a kind of treat-rewards program?"
This. Positive reinforcement goes a long way--granted we're dealing with shithead cat, but there's still a chance

>>6148313
>"Perhaps you'd be interested in a kind of treat-rewards program?"

>>6148428
Cats are scared of cucumbers. Catgirls, the internet informs me, have mixed opinions...

Hale tapped his knuckles against the desk and sighed. There was no room for making threats, less the cats become mad with wroth. They had to appease them through policy.

"Perhaps you and your lot would accept a kind of... treats-rewards program?"

"Bluddy 'ell, laddie, are ye' thinkin' we're dogs now?"

"Oh no, obviously cats such as yourself are much more intelligent than dogs. Surely, you could see the benefit in such a program?" He said, tugging at his collar; "Good behavior is rewarded with treats straight from the menu! And good behavior includes not gaslighting our staff into fulfilling more orders than is necessary. At any time of the day!"

"Hmm...."

Hale gulped.

"...How does that sound?"

Seannsa tapped her chin, pacing to the side as she pondered Hale's offer. Clearly, the man was saying whatever sounded pleasing to convince her. Hah! The thought of it was amusing. She practically held him hostage right now. She and her cats could hold the entire Bunker hostage at any time if they wanted. So why play by the rules of someone else when she was supposed to be treated like royalty?

"Ah, but t'ere I go, havin' made a promise to horsey." She sighed. She didn't want to displease her host and get kicked out. Not like the last time with Eikn and Ludwyhn.

Seannsa looked around at her fellow Therians enjoying the comforts of the Boudoir. It wasn't as though Psyops had ever mistreated them. No! Goodness no, the caretakers were always showering the cats with affection. It would be best not to bite that hand. Buuuut, at the same time, who can blame a cat for wanting to pull some feline tricks every now and then?

"Oil'right," she said, taking the service line in hand; "-yer' terms'r fair enuff."

"Splendid!" Hale said, sighing in relief; "For a moment I thought you were going to demand more! So relieving to see you're reasonable."

"Oi, don't push it."

"Not at all. After all, it's no different than a cat owner or cat lady scolding her cat over knocking down the vase or getting into trouble, isn't it?"

"Ug-guh!" Seannsa stammered; "O-Oi! Don't go implyin' any o' us or even I would 'tink aboot bein' yer' ninnies pet cats! We're strays, through'n'through, ya' hear?"

Hale raised his eyebrow. So much apprehension, yet she didn't sound like she hated the idea. Why?

"Oh, but I've heard from the caretakers that some of the Therians have even bonded with them in that sort of relationship. I was sure things are going swimmingly down there... Are you certain you've not become completely taken with it?"

"W-What?! They do?! Aurgh.... w-well, thas' them, bampot." Seannsa insisted; "Not me. I'm a stray till' the end. Yep yep."

"Well, if you insist."

"Bah! Go on not believin' me. Do whatever."

She hung up the service line and cast it to her servants.

"Pfftsh... ain't no way." She shook her head, returning to the table side and gazing down at all that breakfast. "Now... where was I?"

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) Catfight!
> • (EXTRA) Poll closed, the results are in...
> • (EXTRA) I vandalize things. For freedom.
> • (EXTRA) Long time no see... and I wish'edda stayed that way!
> • (EXTRA) The Greymalkin squad.
> • (EXTRA) I'm on the phone right now.

>>6148570
> • (EXTRA) The Greymalkin squad.
Oh shiiiit

>>6148570
> • (STORY) Catfight!

>>6148570
> • (EXTRA) The Greymalkin squad.
My curiosity is piqued...

>>6148572
> • (EXTRA) The Greymalkin squad.
Oooooh, neato

>>6148570
>• (EXTRA) I vandalize things. For freedom.

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(EXTRA EVENT: The Greymalkin Squad)

Breakfast came and went fast, and Seannsa was now satisfied where she lay, a full belly pert of it, on her favorite couch in the midst of the Boudoir. All around, her cats played and lazed, grooming their paws and running free.

"Meow!" Came one of the Therians in cat form, racing to her side on the couch arm. She opened her one eye and her ear twitched as the cat leaned in and whispered.

"Ah! They're foi'nally ere'! Thas' great! Send them in!"

She clapped her hands.

And lo, the distinct trio of a calico, siamese and shorthair cat skipping fro. Once they came hither to their goddess, the three of them stopped, and hopped, transforming in the air.

"Here we are to answer our call this time!"

"Never late, we always fall in line!"

"The three of us, we're looking fine!"

"Hylan!"

"Faeryn!"

"Monroe!"

"WE ARE THE GREYMALKIN!"

Seannsa's eye twitched, and a sweat bullet ran down her brow.

Always flashy and making a scene, these three. They were her personal minions, one might say. Partners in crime. Toadies. They did whatever she asked of them and only wanted praise in return, the little scamps. She couldn't deny them the pleasure of the iconic group poses they enjoyed, seeing as they were so useful to her.

It was high time they linked up!

"Yer' all looking square as yoo'shul. How go'sit in the Cat Village?"

"Nyan-nyan. All clear, boss."

"No more sightings of 'that man' as of late."

"Metrocop presence at all time standard, nyah."

"Mmm..."

How strange. 'That Man' failing to show up for once? Things really might be looking up for the Village then. There's nothing good from somebody as obsessed as he. Seannsa was relieved.

"Awaiting orders, boss."

>Setting up add...

> [ Tutorial: In this sidequest, the party will be limited to exclusively two party members. Options will be limited as a result. Adds will be used to make up for this. Adds can be acquired through EXTRA events, but be wary, as they can be missed! Adds can be called independently of any MP usage! ]
> [ The Greymalkins are a basic add. They provide HP, MP and ceiling restoratives. Their add abilities are: Large Party-Wide HP Restore, Large Party-Wide MP restore, and 2+ Ceiling Raise. ]

>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced HP restore. (Large > Full party-wide HP restore)
>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced MP Restore. (Large > Full party-wide MP restore)
>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced Ceiling Raise. (2+ raise > 4 + raise)

>>6148629
Hmm...
>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced Ceiling Raise. (2+ raise > 4 + raise)
We could use faster ceiling raises.

>>6148629
>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced Ceiling Raise. (2+ raise > 4 + raise)
MORE POWER

>>6148629
>Configure Greymalkin Add: Advanced Ceiling Raise. (2+ raise > 4 + raise)
While I wanted the hp, this will be more worthy even when we're bruised for new battles.

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"Aye. Fer now, I've naught a'ting tah' ask now. Why don't yer'hall make yerselves at home until I have work. Besides! This place be plenty neat. I'm thinkin' it'll be a good candidate fer a secon' Cat Village sumday! Eyhehehehehe!"

"Roger!"
"Roger!"
"Roger!"

The trio saluted their goddess and then shrank back down to their feral states, scurrying off in the opposite direction. Seannsa reclined and let herself sink into the sofa, the day going by.

>Add configured.
>Obtained Add: Greymalkin Squad.
>Abilities:
• Greymalkin Cheer (Large Party-Wide HP Restore)
• Greymalkin Praise (Large Party-Wide MP Restore)
• Greymalkin Rancor (Raises Party Ceiling by Four Ranks)

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(STORY EVENT: Catfight!)

It all started out so very simply. Seannsa was lazing still on the sofa. Catastrovania strolled into the Cat Boudoir, showing her new friend around. Seannsa happened to take a peek and that's how she spotted the goods.

A box of macarons from the canteen's dessert selection. Delectable. Colorful. Sweet.

She licked her chops. Although she shouldn't, after having a big breakfast... well, she still loved a good dessert after every meal to top it off with. She decided to push the issue and shifted into the shape of a cat.

Like a black streak, she sped across the floor, with speed well beyond one with her weight. And she snatched the box free of the hands of one she favored when it came to targets to pick on, to deride! To show their place! Catastrovania yelped!

"M-My MACARONS!"

An offense, it be!

'N-No no no no no... she's embarrassing me again... in... in front of my new friend?! Has she no shame?! NO DIGNITY!?' Catastrovania seethed. She could feel her veins filling... with anger! Or blood, that could be it too - 'I... I can't be made to look like a FOOL... a DOTARD... a LOSER, in front of her!'

Catastrovania leered at the shape of that fat dwarfish furball trotting away with her box.

'How dare you...'

"...HOW DARE YOUUUUU!"

The Therians around were drawn to the scene. It was happening again...

"Catfight!" One of them shouted.

Catastrovania clenched her fists.

"Now's the time, Summers! I'll show you what TRUE JUSTICE looks like! My real power! I'M TAKING IT BACK!"

"What do you mean?!"

"We punish evildoers here at Psyops! And that's what I'm about TO DO! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-.........!"

Seannsa smirked.

In all the universe, there was one who bent fate like none other. Luck, as it was called, was in fact no more than the simple bending of the forces of predestination and probability itself. In probability, there lied a simple, chaotic background of chance, and with probability bent, one could potentially seek out any outcome, bringing themselves closer to the outcome desired. In chance, all outcomes were possible. This was called Chaos. Chaos allowed anything, it only took chances for something to prosper. Seannsa bent probability through Luck, she placed things within her divisions of good and bad luck to distance them from chances or bring them closer. And she was always in her own sphere of good luck.

Therefor, there was no chance anything bad could happen to her...

"MRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" She hollered.

"HAAAAAH!" Catastrovania yelled.

Seannsa... was thwarted. Bashed aside. The Macarons reclaimed...

Good luck.... had failed her in this instant.

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...And why?

It didn't make any sense. Logically speaking, it was nigh impossible for someone as pathetic as Catastrovania to ever hope to lay a hand on her. And yet...

"Ouf!"

Seannsa transformed back into a humanoid incarnate, skidding across the floor, trounced. She picked herself up, wobbling on her feet as she shook her head. Blinking at the uncertainty.

"Wha..."

What just happened?

"...Tha'... tha' doesn't make a lick of... sense..."

Did it really just happen? She questioned the reality of her situation. Is she sure that Catastrovania isn't currently stuck in a wall after crashing into it? She looked at her paws. No... this was real. SHE was the one who got battered.

"Buh'... buh' how...?!"

Wasn't she lucky?

"Hah!"

She looked up. Catastrovania held the box of desserts victoriously.

"You just made me stronger."

Seannsa was speechless.

"My domain's Victory... so beating YOU just made me stronger!" She boasted; "Summers, catch." She said, passing the macaron takeout to her.

Seannsa growled. Catastrovania snarled.

"Oiugh! 'Ooo in the BLOODY ell' do ye' think ye' are, smackin' me aroon' loik' tha'?!"

"Who do YOU think you are, that you just get to steal my stuff, that there isn't consequences for your actions?!"

Like two lions about to sink claws into each other, they both approached, ready to go at it.

"W-Wait! Hold on!" Samurai Summers said from behind, halting them; "I-Isn't this a bit ridiculous, fighting over desserts? There's plenty... you could both just share it."

"And embarrass meself' conceding to a lesser kitty in front of mah' Therians?!"
"And accept defeat and dishonor myself as a noble ronin, disgracefully?!"

Summers didn't know what to do.

"Hah. So much for your "Luck"... better not push your Luck now." Catastrovania mocked her.

"Why you little..."

Was there any other choice but to push her luck though? What would her loyal cats think if she was the loser today...?

>Push luck.
>(Write in)

>>6148746
>Push Luck.
The outcome will be hilarious in either direction. There's no other choice.

>>6148746
>Push luck.

>>6148746
>Push luck.
pump it

>>6148746
>>Push luck.

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"Push me luck...?! Puck me luck, now issit'?!"

Seannsa grit her teeth. There wasn't any way she was going to allow this KIT to backtalk HER in front of all the cats SHE ruled. Her pride couldn't allow this to go any other way!

She decided to push her Luck and fight!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZcC1oK291I

And as Luck would have it...

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...she once again wasn't very lucky, and got beaten to a pulp easily by Catastrovania, and arrested in a brutal, tight choking hold.

"NGH...! Kgh...!"

"Go on... admit it. You lose."

"N-...NEVER! I'll... Nnn! Never lose tuoh'... tuoh' KITTEN like yew!"

"I am VICTORIOUS this day, fatso! It's time to admit it!"

"NYYYOOOO!"

Seannsa felt her face turning red. Both in embarrassment and from the hold she couldn't escape! Damn it all! Why was this happening?! Where in the world did her Luck go?! Her Luck would have made this kitten slip and fall and knock herself out by now! Why wasn't Luck working?! Why wasn't her victory probable this time?!

Seannsa glanced forward, at all her cats. Both animal and Therian alike seemed shocked to see her handled so easily.

"F...Ffffeck....!"

"Now, Seannsa, the loser.... you will admit that I, Catastrovania Strifaust Morituros IX have prevailed! You will admit that I am the apex! Admit that 'I' am the one on top! Ever since you came here, you've done nothing but obscure me in your shadow! No more! Now, I am the one who has surpassed you!"

My god, she always talks like an anime character.

"Now... ADMIT IT!" She demanded, tightening her grip.

>Give up. Admit that Catastrovania is the best of all and that you, Seannsa, are a FRAUD and a HACK by comparison.
>NEVER!

>>6148820
>Give up. Admit that Catastrovania is the best of all and that you, Seannsa, are a FRAUD and a HACK by comparison.
But mumble it and try to rephrase it to be less humiliating.

>>6148820
>NEVER!
Lol nah

>>6148820
>NEVER!
Clearly she's using SOMETHING up to do this shit!! She has to exhaust whatever it is EVENTUALLY!!!

>>6148820
>NEVER!

>>6148820
>NEVER!
Impossible... a mere fluke! All of our bad luck must've caught up to us! There, that's all!

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>>6148820
>Give up. Admit that Catastrovania is the best of all and that you, Seannsa, are a FRAUD and a HACK by comparison.
Moggovania, I knew

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"...Nawt... even iffdh' forshes of teh' Afterseas itself swore teh' torture me for eternity in their WORST o' ways iffi' refused would pawsibly' convince meh' to ever, EVER admit yer' mah' BETTER, CAT!"

"Tch!"

Catastrovania release Seannsa, letting her fall to her knees. Summers timidly stepped closer.

"I-I think she's had enough. There's no reason to keep fighti-"

"Then if you won't admit it..." Catastrovania hissed, reaching to the air.

In her hand, a dull flicker formed the silvery shape of her own weapon. Her katana.

"-I'LL END Y-"

"That's enough, you two."

She froze immediately, looking up to the serene presence stepping down the stairs into the Cat Boudoir now. Seannsa sighed, and Catastrovania scrambled to hide her killing intent and weapon behind herself, adopting a nervous grin.

"A-Ah! M... Miss Executive!"

"Orsey'..."

Her name was Muna. She was the head of Psyops. She was the one catalyst that brought everyone together in the bunker. She was rather disappointed. "Catastrovania... you know better."

"N-Not sure what you mean..."
"Wait, she's the founder?" Summers mumbled with a tilted head.

Muna waved her hand; "There's nothing to see here people, move along now."
The crowd began to disperse as she approached Seannsa, defusing the scene. Seannsa stood up and brushed herself off before squinting at the Qilin.

"Ahhh, I see ya' got yerself' some new rags."

"Yes. Namithene made them for me when I got done meeting her a while ago. She calls it "regalia". I'm quite taken with it." She nodded; "I was coming by for you, actually."

"How pitiful I must look, havin' to have me hide saved by yer' likes." Seannsa grumbled.

Muna shook her head; "Not at all. I was going to step in sooner but I needed to see... and now I can confirm it for sure."

Seannsa tilted her head. She means to say she was PURPOSEFULLY letting the fight go on? She's got to be kidding her! She was getting her arse kicked and she just watched!?

"So... what exactly ave' yew confirmed? This betteh' be important if I ad' to get me arse slapped ovah' it!"

"Trust me. It is. I'm sure you noticed too... but your Luck didn't seem to work just now."

Seannsa looked at the floor, frowning and cringing with impotence.

"Come to the command center later." Muna suggested; "You too, Catastrovania. You'll both want to see this..."

Seannsa sighed as Muna bowed and turned about, leaving the Boudoir as soon as she came. She looked over Catastrovania, who shot her a venomous glare. They'd settle this another time. For now, Catastrovania retreated to her room with Summers in tow, intent on enjoying a few of those macarons before the new bombshell was dropped later. Seannsa began padding off, arms crossed...

...She snickered, opening her paw to reveal she managed to nab a single of the macarons in the struggle. She wasn't completely sloppy just then!

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>>6149065
>> • (EXTRA) Poll closed, the results are in...
Glad we didn't kneel. That would have followed us FOREVER

>>6149067
>• (EXTRA) Poll closed, the results are in...

>>6149065
> • (EXTRA) Poll closed, the results are in...
The time has come to consult the common consensus.

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(EXTRA EVENT: Poll closed, the results are in...)

Was there perhaps some lingering shadow that followed every person's actions in Hainei? What would you call something related to consequences here? Karmic retribution? Poetic justice? Finding a name to describe the deeds catching up was difficult...

...So, of course, Seannsa had made many enemies and rivals over the course of her life. It was simply in her nature. According to her, the unwillingness of others to accept the innate superiority of feline creatures. Thankfully, her relationship with the ever popular figure of Wolfboy around the Psyops was far less toxic than that of her rivalry with the intelligence director, but it was bound to happen. She was a cat, she represented cats. He was a wolf, a hound, a dog, born to represent the animal kingdom, and her polar opposite. From a certain point of view, the idea that canines enjoyed predation of felines, the small ones at least, as all forms of predation, was under his reign. She, of course, made a sort of enemy in him.

Her often abrasive way of interacting with others was not limited to the few members of staff and the NEET of the Boudoir she picked on. Wolfboy was too targeted. She wholly admits she started it, but what began as offhand slurs thrown his way he entirely and deliberately continued in some petty endeavor to prove mankind's love for his kind was far greater than that of their love for hers.

They met at a steel grey crossroads, otherwise known as "the hallway outside the Boudoir", and he snickered his snarky giggle at her sight.

"Oil'right. I'll bite. What's so funneh', midget?"

"Oh, nothing. Just enjoying the results that came in."

"Of? For?"

He grinned; "Well, it's a funny thing! Ever since Catastrovania taught me more about how to use these electronics that humans are so fond of, I discovered this thing they call a 'poll'. Let's just say I decided to poll the entire Psyops..."

She held her tongue. She knew he had something he'd probably been waiting all day to rub in her face. He even put on the corny shirt reading "It's a dog eat cat world" before he set out today. She debated whether he deserved the attention in this little game.

"...Kay'. So what? Ye' find out that a'hundred pur'sent ov' pee-pole 'ate 'ow smelly ye' mutts be?" She raised her eyebrow.

Smugly, Wolfboy held up his personal smart device, the poll on it reading '77%' versus '23%' - "As you see here, the vast majority of people in Psyops prefer dogs over cats!"

A statistic more or less founded upon Woldorian biases. This was a continent where hunting game with hunds as vanguard was a national pastime.

"So HAH! In your face!" He said proudly; "You might say that makes cats better because there's more dumb people so they pick dogs, but not here! Everyone at Psyops is smart! They have to be! And if they pick dogs... that means we're better!"

The childlike cogs in his head are hot. Still... she felt a twinge of disdain!

>Her comeback? (Write in)

>>6149176
>Spray him in the face with a spray bottle

>>6149176
>"The majority of them are woldorians, so of course they'll dislike cats. What matters is that we're respected and treated like the superior beings that we are."

"Bah! Yer' pullin' a cheap one." She huffed, looking away.

"Am not!" He barked; "The results speak for themselves!"

"Ye', an' most of them are Woldorians, ye' dimwit. Course d'ere gunna loik' dogs more than cats. The fact is, us cats're treated much better. Yer' kind are bashic'lly hound dogs to 'em. Hmhm. Yer kind ar' used to trek through dirt'n'bogs to hunt. Yer kind 'ava grand expectation tuh' come home tuh' a bowl o' sloppy chow fer all ye' do. Maybe if yer lucky, they trow ye' a bone or a slab o' meat erry' now'n then. An' what do we cats here afta' look forward tuu' erry' night, right'n this very Bunker n'facc?"

Wolfboy's smile wavered, and now Seannsa was grinning in turn. He crossed his arms - "W... Whatever. I don't care what you have to say. You weigh like five thousand pounds."

"From all'de triboot, nyeh."

"I get treated like royalty too..."

"Well duh! Cuz' yer Wolfboy. Yer' a demigod now, course you can avvas' much meat as ye' want. Yer' one offa' kind, but not erry' dog is getting the same treatment. Most'a them are laying in dirt roight now, but where's most'a the cats here at? Ah, roight. In there comfy beds. Erry' wunna' them pampered."

Wolfboy grit his teeth. He walked past her, storming right off. "D-Doesn't matter! Us dogs are still smarter! Still stronger! We're still better!"

Seannsa giggled. She didn't worry. He'd forget all about it by tomorrow, either on his own or he'd get consoled by Shennu nannying him again and then likely later seek to come up with something else to find to dispute her with in the hopes of "winning" this feud. It's just how it be. Perhaps one might say she was too cruel. Well, she wouldn't be a cat then. The cat had to keep its character!

>Wolfboy Status: Angered!
>Failed to obtain Wolfboy Add: Throw Wolfboy (Heavy Physical Attack to all foes), Wolfen-Shield (Negate Phys Attack on One Ally for a single turn)

Maybe she should just spray him with some water in a bottle next time to pee him off more. Perhaps not, he might start putting buckets above doors in the Boudoir or picking on her about how cats hate water... Best not give him any ideas.

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>>6149284
> • (EXTRA) I vandalize things. For freedom.

>>6149284
> • (EXTRA) I vandalize things. For freedom.

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(EXTRA EVENT: I vandalize things. For freedom.)

The incessant sounds of spraying. The noxious fumes filling her nostrils. Catastrovania Strifaust Morituros IX winced, turned towards the open window of her living and away from her computer and its blue radiance.

"Nyehhh..."

She stood up and swiftly stepped over, intending to slam it shut and block out that abhorrent whiff, but that's when she noticed the source of it. She peeked out of her window, squinting. Right there, on the roof just below the level of her apartment on the rise that stood at the top, there was a man, one of those olive green clad jackboots, standing on the stairwell. What was it again? "Asthma" or something? Whatever they called the soldiers.

"Huh? What the-"

He was... spraying graffiti on the Therian building rise with an assortment of cans of spray paint of many colors, surrounded by cats.

"H... Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She yelled.

He flinched, looking around until he panned up towards her. "Oh. Uh, hi." he stammered out.

"Who said you could go around spraying that junk all over the place and stinking it up?!"

He shrugged. "Well, nobody said I couldn't. Plus, I think the cats like the way it looks."

"Who even are you?!"

"..I'm... I'm Jake. From propaganda team."

"..."

"It's uh, it's under the Intelligence Department. Some of us are transfers from Rapid Response Team. We report to GOA."

"...?"

"Giles Osman Aken. You know, the team lead."

Oh yeah, there was a guy named that, technically one of the people she was in charge of...

"Wait a second, why are they transferring jarheads like you into my department?"

"Uh, GOA wanted people with artistic talent so I applied because it's uh, it's less bullets flying at me. Iunno, I like graffiti. They just ask me to spray graffiti that makes us look good on buildings."

"Then why are you spraying HERE!?"

"I like this place. I like the cats a lot." He admitted, stroking one that wouldn't leave his arm with the back of his glove; "Iunno I just really like the cats and I like the graffiti so I just, yeah I just thought I'd just you know, just put some more color in here you know. Just put some graffiti on some of the walls."

"..."

"Uh, some of my dudes, they call me "Spray Guy", cuz I like, I always have cans of spray paint on me." He said, his speech wandering even more. "Iunno I-I think, I think it's cool. Like, if I ever got into a fight with a Samurai, I could just like, I spray their eyes, so they can't see."

"..."

"To stab me."

"There is a man who wants to spray my eyes with paint?"
"No Summers, g-go back to the Kotatsu, I've got this."

Oh no, he's spraying again.

"Cut that out!"

"I just, I just thought you know, I'd just... yeah. Just make it look cool."

He's spraying a bunch of Lucky Cat caricatures on the building - "I think it looks good. Does it looks cool? Am I cool? I think I am. Am I cool?"

>No.
>Maybe.
>Yeah.
>Y-You too.
>Kuso.
>BAKA!
>(Write in.)

>>6149336
>Dude, I don't wanna breathe paint fumes!
>You COULD be cool but you gotta paint something sick like *shows him her vast collection of mangas*

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"Dude, I don't wanna breathe your paint fumes!" She squealed from the window.

Spray Guy flinched again. He lowered his head, looking guilty over his actions; "I... uh, I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to offend." He said, peering back up, only to shake his head and do a double take - "Wait, you're the Intelligence Director. Shit! Please don't fire me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"Bro, cool it. I'm not gonna 'fire' you."

She wasn't even sure that was how it worked anyway. Could she get someone reprimanded? Probably. Court martialed? Has anyone in Psyops ever even been court martialed yet? Is that a thing around here? There was that one rogue Taalumah but they let him go didn't they...

"Huff... you MIGHT be cool if you were painting something worth looking at." She said off handed.

"Elaborate." Came his simple response, so she squinted at him.

"Dude, lucky cats are so generic. Do you have any idea how many places there are that you can see those things? They're like, soooo generic. You should paint something with actual taste. You need to show off that you have a sense of taste! Like painting your favorite manga character on a wall!"

"You mean... those comic book things?"

"THEY ARE NOT COMIC BOOKS! They're much better than that! Like this!" She said, running over and then back to the window, showing off the latest chapter of her hit serialized manga creation, Super Dark Valkyrie. This chapter, the daring darkly duel wielding anti-heroine AYANE C'IEFUL MASTORIA THE THIRD faces the final villain of the Esteemed Pillagers of Kessen No Chi arc, the Heightened Radial Last Dalmatian Kami of Bloodshed, Chinurashi-no-Kami-Tomaranai.

"W-Woah..." He began, reaching up to catch the manga as she dropped it to him, looking over the fine artwork of its spine and font; "I never bothered to try reading this stuff before like all the other guys in my unit do. This looks pretty cool... So... if I started taking inspiration from this, I could become even cooler?"

"Hai." Catastrovania nodded.

"Wow! That's... that's amazing! I don't know why I didn't think of this before!" He said; "I'm gonna start reading right away. Thanks, Miss Director! Ah... Thank you very much!"

He left. Catastrovania shut her window; "...Heh... free shilling." She thought. With some luck, he'd be coming back asking for more and then drawing her characters all over the place. Hell, maybe even as nose art on a plane. It'll be so much free shilling without her even paying for advertisements! She rubbed her palms and giggled to herself!

"...Hehehehe... hahahaha.... ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! MWUAHAHAH-"

"What are you laughing at?"

"N-Nothing, Summers!"

>Obtained Add: Spray Guy.
>Abilities:
• Spray And Pray (Shoots target in the eyes, forcing a miss for one round)
• Aquamarine Charge (Luck-based chance of inflicting Death Knell)
• Paint Bomb (Luck-based chance of inflicting Seal)

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>>6149384
> • (EXTRA) I'm on the phone right now.

>>6149390
>+1

>>6149384
> • (EXTRA) I'm on the phone right now.

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(EXTRA EVENT: I'm on the phone right now.)

BY MY POWER

...

"By the way, did you check the intake pipes?"

"Yeah, you gotta make sure they're clean."

...

"My goodness. I hope he isn't too upset after getting splashed in the face like that."

"Yeah. Mhm... Hah!"

...

"Pretty easy, you just have to tighten the valves with something graded for containing that matter. Aquamarine can work."

"Oh, orrrr maybe try hard light. Yeah no, the latticework cannot be hurt. That's crucial to the vacuum tubes. Solvent might leak through and cause a break down."

...Catastrovania peered around the corners of the Research Offices block. She thought she heard Krina's voice down this way and took some steps forward, ears twitching. She rounded the corner of another hall and saw the scientist there. "Krina...?"

"Wait just a minute, important phone call!" Krina told her with a smile, raising a finger to her lips to shush her up. She leaned back against the wall and pressed her digits to the side of her head.

"Everything should be fine after that. I mean, I'm pretty sure you'll have supply for the demand. Yeah... mhm. Nah. Wouldn't try that."

...

"Risking a lot, but I'm sure it'll be worth it once you see the end result. Yeah, you'll definitely be satisfied, it's more than you wanted. Hah. Yeah. Alright, sure. Yeah, anytime. Bye now~"

...

The metahuman lowered her hands and sighed, easing off the wall and orienting herself. She looked down at Catatrovania and smiled; "Sup?"

"What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just walking some numbskull through something is all." Krina said. Catastrovania fidgeted.

"Well... Ah... s-so, about Summers..."

"Anything happen?" She asked, beginning to walk along with Catastrovania, who nodded and spoke quietly; "So... she says her... ch-chemical restorative is running low... I don't want her to shut down."

"Oh, dear me, that's not good."

"D... Do we have anymore?! I... don't want her to go offline!"

"Hmm... Nah, we can do better. C'mon, let's take her to my table. I'm gonna modify her a little, give her something better than the chemicals so her organic parts don't go bad."

"You can really do that?!"

"Yeah. I'm metahuman myself! I'll let you in on a little secret... between the two of us, I don't have any worries about expiring because I use dark matter to prolong my parts keeping me alive. If you want... I can make sure Samurai Summers lives forever too." She whispered.

"Y... Yes! Please!"

"Hmhm! Alright, let's go then!"

And the two of them went off...

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>>6149627
>• (EXTRA) Long time no see... and I wish'edda stayed that way!

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(EXTRA EVENT: Long time no see... and I wish'edda stayed that way!)

Better to get this whole thing cleared up than idle. The sooner the root of the problem was touched up, the better, and Seannsa didn't feel so lazy this time. She made herself proper and began her march towards the command room of Psyops, tailed by her Greymalkins. She boarded the second floor elevator going up. And when the door opened...

"Nay... culdn't be..."

She saw a pair of Woldorians in uniform saluting a man before they turned to be led away by one of the Psyops officers. That man... he had a cape on. There was a few individuals she knew of that wore capes often, but the one that came most to mind...

He turned around, and spotted her. Instantly, his expression contorted to one of utmost contempt as she stepped foot out of the elevator. She knew this was unavoidable... for when Ludwyhn saw someone who sparked his vitriolic side, he couldn't help himself but get a word in.

"Well, well, well... lookit' what we 'ave 'ere. A fat lump on legs." He spat.

"Aye, 'n one that acshually tinks too unlike yer' goat brained self, lambkin." She retorted.

"I'd watch me tongue, Seannsa. I been hearin' ye've been down on yer luck..." He chuckled.

She hissed.

"Move aside, lambkin. I got no toim' fer ye' smelly self." She said, trying to step past, only to stop as he edged in front of her, swishing that damn cape. "Oh, but I tink' ye' do 'ave sum' toim' fer a quick word. Oh, trust me, a little word don't take no toim'..."

She felt her nerves pulse. Nobody was going to notice and help her when Ludwyhn was involved. Not this time... not with the luck being like it is. She had no choice but to be confronted; "Spittit' out then...!"

"Ye' know, ye've caused a great deal'a harm to me nation, me people in the past... I tink ye' know that." He scowled.

Once upon a time, Seannsa lived with Eikn, but she took no part in the Woldorian Pantheon. She lent no assistance to Woldor and his grand plans for the World of Mythology. For this, Ludwyhn hated her.

"Ye' freeloadin' fat sacka' crap!" He spat in her face; "Ye' no good, deceitful, cowardly little pest! Me da' shuld'ave crushed ye' alive!"

Ludwyhn loathed Seannsa and made it his goal to harass her every day she lived in Eikn's hold. But it got to the point that, fed up with how his spiels and rants had no effect on her steely composure, he ordered his Heer to demonize cats in Siegesia, even leading a mass euthanasia of strays. In retaliation... Seannsa caused such bad luck, Woldoria was ravaged by the Khanate and Trinity, and its border shrunk. The crested peninsula was lost and old Zahnlauf was slaughtered, along with tens of thousands of innocents.

Enraged by what she'd done, Woldor hounded her out of his lands, breaking her power over Siegesia and nearly killing her with his great axe. She fled and never returned. But Ludwyhn? He still hated her, to this day.

"Ye're lucky Muna tolerates yer existence, or I'dda done skinned ye' alive meself by now." He finished.

"Is d'ere a point to this?" She quipped.

"Ye' owe me an apoolagee." He demanded.

"Go feck yerself', ye' started it." She said.

"Fine. Don't wanna admit yer' a sack of yoo'sless crap? Then there's wun' way tah' settle things..." He said, raising his fist with only his index extended.

She winced...

The Fortamailmér... the Prevailing Finger. An old trick invented by Ludwyhn himself, since used as a cultural custom among Siegesians. It was a one fingered handshake, done more or less like an arm wrestling contest. It was a sacred act meant to measure the will of two beings through magic, and the one whose will is greater would prevail, whilst the other collapses pitifully.

"Go on... let's do this, kitty." Ludwyhn taunted her.

To deny the Fortamailmér was the greatest admittance of cravenness in all of Woldoria... if she denied him, he would surely make the entire world, and all other gods know she was forever a cowardly wench. But if she did the Fortamailmér and lost... he could place a curse on her!

>Push by and flee. There's no time to engage Ludwyhn.
>Accept and try to overcome his will with a prevailing finger.

>>6149681
>Accept and try to overcome his will with a prevailing finger.
since it's a battle of wills and not exactly strengths, she can do it

>>6149681
>Accept and try to overcome his will with a prevailing finger.
Fortune is inherently linked to boldness! Those with reckless courage!! Are we really letting some form of outside interference with our luck get us down?! Nay!!!
WE'RE GOING TO ONE-UP BLONDIE AT ALL COSTS. HYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

>>6149681
>Accept and try to overcome his will with a prevailing finger.
As much as any cat has nothing to prove, we have to show we're superior to any feckless catskinner, luck or no!

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"...Very well, Ludwyhn."

Seannsa faced him with a straight face. Although she had no confidence without her Luck... if it came to a contest of will, she might just be able to prevail but... this was the self-proclaimed "commander of all heroes" himself. His will was as immense as his immaturity was.

Ludwyhn has only ever been defeated in the Fortamailmér contest by Woldor himself.

Seannsa raised her paw and hooked her finger around his, beginning the contest. Immediately, they both began to strain against other, great pressure building in their ligaments. Ludwyhn's vein bulged on his forehead, and Seannsa's hairs stood up.

Her will had to be greater than his.

>Roll 1d6
>Best of three.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>6149743
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>6149743
FAT cat getting mogged again

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>6149743
AAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH

>>6149681
>Push by and flee. There's no time to engage Ludwyhn.
Being craven isn't the worst thing, as a cat.

>>6149743
>>6149744
>>6149745
>>6149746
Oh... Bit late. And, wow, yikes.

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>>6149744
>>6149745
>>6149746
Seannsisters, our response ?

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She didn't know what was going on, but if she was going to reclaim her Luck, she needed will greater than even his! She needed it!

And yet...

"NNGH!"

She couldn't overcome the force of his will. She lost to him almost instantly, falling to her knee and clenching her hand. Her Greymalkins gasped. Ludwyhn frowned at her and turned around, not even bothering to look at her.

"Pathetic." He said; "Thas' yer best? Ya' really are yoo'sless."

"Y... Gn! Ye' won yer precious leetal contest. Yer happy now? Gonna lay a curse 'pon me for yer wretched sat'hasfashion?!"

"..."

"Ye' know, ya' let erry'woon down, Seannsa."

"Don't ye' dare even go there-"

"I will! Ye' let down me mother, ye' disa'poonted me da. Ye' were liked back there. Even I didn't 'ate yer guts. But ye'... ye' di'int want tah pull yer weight. Ye' thought ye' could jus' live without contribootin'. Ye' didn't offer us anythin' in return."

"Maybe, jus' maybe, not erry'wun wans'tah be forced into joinin' yer pantheon whether they loik' it or not." She said, standing again.

Ludwyhn still didn't face her, shaking his head; "Ye' gotta pick a side, sooner or later. That's the way ittis'. What son wuld watch the good graces offis' parents get used loik' that? They loved ya' but they didn't see how wrong it looked. Damn it all... Seannsa, yer the one who still claims to be a stray."

"And yew wanna tell me this shite, when you joined these people?" She said, motioning about.

"...Da and ma told me to."

"Roight... cuz' they wanted ya' to get over this shite like yer pullin' nyow. Even roight' fuckin' now, when yer arse is here, willfully donatin' yer precious army to their cause, ye' still haffa' nerve to tell me about pickin' sides and contributin' to causes. The lambkin who got pissed at me wuld'na approved."

"Shut yer trap... I 'eard enough of yer junk. From now on, yer hunger will haunt ye'. Thas' mah curse. For losing the Fortamailmér. Deal wittit', wench."

Ludwyhn walked off. Seannsa scowled at his back.

"C'mon... let's go." She said to her Greymalkin.

>Hunger Mode activated. (Higher Difficulty)
>Throughout the sidequest, Seannsa will now have a threshold of hunger represented by a bar. The hungrier she is, the less MP she will start fights with, incurring a serious crippling effect on her stamina. Her own ravenous feline appetite is now haunting her. Food items can be found around the adventure map through Luck.

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(STORY EVENT: The False Probability Generator.)

...

"On screen now."

The Command Center of the Psyops Bunker was dimmed with blue and orange lights, the large graph of the 3D rendered projection on the screen of their map table showed the off-putting waves crossing the surface.

It was this. She finally had her answer.

...

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"I'm sure you can't make out what you're looking at, at first glance. Neither could I." Muna explained.

"Yer' roight. I dinnae ken. So then, what ex'shactly do ye' call... all this then? Weather patterns of sum' sort?"

Muna shook her head. "Although it looks similar visually, these fluctuations are completely invisible. We modified our Nous Radar to be able to detect them using an attachment."

"So then, d'ere is a Psychic aspect..."

The Qilin nodded. "Faintly, but there is an imprint of psychic activity following each wave. I was able to first notice it because... I realized it was similar. Eerily so... to the same kind of faint psychic emissions I feel released by you using Luck, or when I use the Luck you imparted to me."

Seannsa frowned. She went wide eyed at the revelation. It wasn't something she, someone unfamiliar with the workings of the Psychic, would have ever known.

"But then how...?"

"If I asked you if your power... the sphere of godhood you controlled, was based off of the concept of probability... would you answer me truthfully?"

"Nay." She said with no hesitation. After all, that wasn't something she liked others picking up on. Muna understood.

"...These are waves of False Probabilities."

"..."False"... in what way?"

"These waves are false in that their source is inanimate. The psychic emission is different. The one I read off you felt alive. It's because your acts of bending probability are, well... performed by you. Someone alive. These waves are bent probabilities... but their psychic emission is dull. They aren't made by a 'someone' but some 'thing'."

Seannsa shut her eyes and crossed her arms.

>"Where issit' all comin' from?"
>"So how is it impactin' me exactly?"
>"What in the world is happening where these waves go?"
>"Dull... tha' culd mean anythin'. An Undead being culd be the culprit."
>"But why try to replicate me power? For what purpose?"
>"Well...? Are ye' gonna stop it or what?"

>>6149787
>"Where issit' all comin' from?"

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"Where issit' all comin' from?"

Muna gestured to Hale standing nearby, who reached down and tapped the map display a few times. The 3D visuals were replaced with a satellite map display. The waves of the false probabilities were expanding from a center roughly estimated to be within... the Hallowed Wall of the Imperial Capital.

"The waves circle the globe, but when they converge on the opposite side of Hainei, on the other side of the axis that the Hallowed Wall of the West stands on, they begin retracting, flowing back and circling the globe in reverse."

"An oscillating wave." Hale added; "Designed to be spread outward and then pulled right back by the same mechanism. With this, we might reliably scratch off the possibility of it being an inanimate 'person'."

It's a machine then. It has to be.

"Aye... so, it'sa plot by the Trinity after all." Seannsa sighed. "I shoulda' known it'd have their 'and in it. Say, wot's these red spots?"

"This graph is dividing the effects detected in the areas currently being circled by the false probability waves across the globe. Blue spots denote places where the probabilities of "good luck", or just something luck might occur. The red shows place where "bad luck" and unlucky things are more probable." Muna explained.

At the head of the table, besides Muna and Hale themselves, stood Eskart, the Magic God, and Krina.

"Obviously, the false probabilities are being used to benefit the Trinity exclusively. Or just whoever they want." Krina said.

Eskart raised his finger. "They are keeping the false probabilities under their strict control to prevent unintended side effects through some method of scanning the Spiritua of other beings. In this way, they can ensure that they're able to cause only unlucky effects upon others while retaining the positives."

It's virtually a new attempt at manipulating their success globally. Their attempt at making a "win button". One that ensures their enemies all lose, and their forces alone are victorious in all endeavors. This would be able to apply to... all of them. From the littlest of laymen to the Trinity's gods themselves. All their endeavors will begin to become highly successful, and they won't run the risk of failure in anything. No more chances their armies lose battles, their gods are thwarted, their workers make a mistake on a Chemical Immortal assembly line... et cetera.

>"Ya' mentioned a pah-coolier group?"
>"Any cloo how much they ackshually changed so far? Wot is the extent?"
>"Yew and Cat already discovered one weakness in me power... won't that work?"
>"Well, they 'aven't taken over the whole world yet... 'ave they?"
>"Are yer'll scared?"
>"Woldor could kill me. Why nawt ask him fer help?"
>"...Iffi' let yer'll study me, culd ye' make yer own? Shut theirs doon?"
>"So how is it impactin' me exactly?"
>"Well...? Are ye' gonna stop it or what?"

>>6149854
>"So how is it impactin' me exactly?"
>"Yew and Cat already discovered one weakness in me power... won't that work?"
>"Well...? Are ye' gonna stop it or what?"

>>6149774
I wish Ludwyhn mating pressed the fat cat to teach her a lesson and fed her sausage and cream to sate her hunger.

>>6149854
>>"So how is it impactin' me exactly?"
>>"Well...? Are ye' gonna stop it or what?"

>>6149868
>+1

>I wish Ludwyhn mating pressed the fat cat to teach her a lesson and fed her sausage and cream to sate her hunger.
you can make it yourself, peakboy. don't let your dreams, be dreams.

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"So, how is it impactin' me exactly?"

That was her foremost concern. The false probabilities being generated by the Trinity were interfering with her own usage of Luck. Eskart cleared his throat. He had an uneasy look on his face for the information he was about to pass on. There was no telling how Seannsa would take this...

"Your ability to manipulate probability is being clashed against by these waves. In other words... your sphere is being contested by the Trinity's method."

"WHA?!" She blurted, slamming her fist onto the map table and leaning in; "Yew mean they're tryin' tah' REPLACE ME?!"

He knew she wouldn't take this well. He shut his eyes and nodded.

She looked to Muna. "Wait... Yew and Cat already discovered one weakness in me power... won't that work?" She asked. As a possible countermeasure, it was what she thought of first. By simply using a "puppet" or having vector through which to jumble the focus of her Luck...

Muna shook her head however. "It would not work, I believe. If the Trinity is using a machine, a generator to create these waves, then there is no conscious focus to trip. Furthermore, these waves are on a very large scale... it may work on an individual scale, but what's the use? Beyond that, there aren't many Psychics in the world, and definitely not enough to try tripping the effects of these waves. It would be senseless to use the method to survive a single person with good luck from the waves when the Trinity has millions of fighters... and the bad luck waves would impact the puppet regardless."

Seannsa's gaze fell, she had no idea what to even say. The severity of the situation had truly set in. This was not an every day Trinity plot. Not one of their usual foul plays in the field directed against their enemies. This was a crisis, plain and simply.

Something that would affect the entire world.

Her Greymalkins shuddered behind her, fellow deities around the table reading nervousness and even fear behind their eyes.

"...Well...? Are ye' gonna stop it or what?" She asked, as though expecting Muna would prevail over it, as she always did.

They didn't answer. Neither her or Eskart could readily produce a word, so Hale spoke up in their stead.

"We will not be making any moves towards the Capital until we have devised ample means of countering the waves, which as it stands, is seemingly impossible..."

"...Wot?"

"We cannot risk it. Right now, our best soldiers in the field could be slaughtered by the weakest men of the Trinity all because of the waves of good and bad luck being thrown around. There is no action that can be taken right now. It would be a losing game, rigged in their favor."

"Yew mean yer' all gonna sit here wit' yer tails between your legs, awaiting yer demise slowly?! What if Sarakha started marchin' towards Woldoria himself tomorrow?!" She exclaimed with a raised, stressed voice; "Wot if they starteh' bombing out every last free settlement on the face o' Hainei?! Yer tellin' me yer'll too wimpy to do anythin'?!"

"Seannsa, it's not like that." Muna said, trying to calm her.

"Don't gimme that!" She said, heart racing; "How can ye' hope to find a way tah' stop 'em if ye' aren't even gonna try?! We needa' act now befur' it's too late! Don't you understoon'?! Me power... me power could ravage EVERYTHING, HORSEY! WE GOTTA... WE GOT TO..."

"We can't!" Muna spoke up.

Seannsa gasped, chest heaving with each deep breath.

"...We can't. Like Hale said, it would be suicide. We can only be thankful for now that the Trinity's gods haven't made a move yet. We can't brute force our way through this one. We can only study and pool our minds together and hope we'll find a way eventually..."

Eskart nodded; "It is as the time she faced KILLALL."

"I couldn't have won without refuting his twisted beliefs and burying his legacy." Muna says, recalling the blighted experience of fighting in Dis.

Seannsa looked down at the map table, eyes lost in the bright display of the patterns the waves made, circling Hainei as the radar showed. There really wasn't much that could be done then... It was all so insane. A cruel joke. This was her reality currently. In her words, it was "shite". A load of it.

"We still need you." Muna broke the silence.

"Your power... is not gone." Eskart revealed.

She looked up, blinking at them.

"Though you may, from being contested, experience "outages" in which your power feel suppressed, you have not lost it. As a deity, you can't be stripped easily. It will take much more of your stamina, but by focusing yourself even greater, you would be able to restore your Luck. It will be tiring however."

Eskart was right. Using Luck on such grand scales and for great deeds often left her tired. When she used Luck to bring ruin to Woldoria, she was clashing against the will of Woldor himself, and nobody faces his unseen majesty without exhausting themselves.

If Seannsa worked truly hard in contrast to her lazy nature, she could defeat these false probabilities.

"Then, will ye' take me wit' ya'?" She asked.

"Not yet. If we struck with you right now, there's a chance that.... you might be killed if the Trinity's lords retaliate. We have to wait for the right moment."

"..."

"Please... just bear with us. That's all I ask. I promise, I'll do whatever I can to help you and stop this from happening. You have to trust me."

Seannsa said nothing. She couldn't accept that. How could she?

Seannsa left the Command Room silently.

"She is likely to try leaving by herself to strike out alone." Muna warned.

Hale nodded. "I'll ask Catastrovania to keep an eye on her... and maybe see if she can comfort her."

That night, Seannsa retreated to the comfort of the Cat Boudoir, and sulked on the couch in cat form, as all around her slowly faded to sleep.

She would not accept that.

...

There was no choice.

...

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) The Character of a Cat.
> • (EXTRA) "That Man"
> • (EXTRA) Three Lords.
> • (EXTRA) Everything is coming together.
> • (EXTRA) Cattle.

>>6150299
>• (EXTRA) "That Man"
In a time of crisis like this, a cat's mind wanders to more familiar problems.

>>6150299
> • (STORY) The Character of a Cat.

>>6150299
>> • (EXTRA) "That Man"
THAT MAN

>>6150299
> • (EXTRA) "That Man"
THE Man

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(EXTRA EVENT: "That Man")

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7130lOlDGig

"...I always felt that I hadn't been born with something that creatures like these felines could say they were. I cannot find there to be much difference, yes, as both of our bellies are full of something. Their chests contained meat and beating organs, mine was stuffed full of complex circuitry and buzzing alloy."

"What I suppose I meant to convey with how I felt is that, unlike them, I did not have a heart."

"..."

"I've been always troubled trying to find... the words. Piece together a sentence to explain what I mean. I never was successful. I could only liken it to this; They were born with a heart, and I wasn't. I do not know what it is like to have a heart. And how can I tell? It is because I've never truly felt satisfied before... the meaning is still foreign to me. So, I would very much like to know what it is like to feel satisfaction with something. Until then, I suppose I remain a hollow shell. An imitation of the life already here."

"These cats, curious little creatures, I hear them whisper often, every time I come by to visit their village and ponder them. They say things like... 'that man is here again'. 'There's that man again.' To them, I'm just "that man". They must feel satisfied with such an explanation. Things like them don't need to think much about me, or even wonder what's under my hood. They just call me "that man" and that is it. But I don't have that satisfaction. I can't look upon a being without contemplating it. The difference between their existence and my own. It's vexing."

"...These cats... they are lucky. Always were. I admired it. The one they all follow here at this village, her name is Seannsa. I admired her too. She was strange."

"I've never seen someone do whatever they please like her. It wasn't like how the Lords did what they pleased in their kingdom. No, she is different."

"..."

"I was made morbidly curious by her, and how lucky she was. It became an object of obsession for me, and so I'd visit the Village of Cats almost every day just to see more."

"Ever since Lord Thandir told me about the nature of Chaos, I think I began to feel envy towards her. She must lead such a satisfied existence knowing she has attained such an enlightened state. And yet, she seems to take it for granted. I wouldn't be sure if that disgusted or inspired me further."

"..."

"I just want to know what it's like to feel the kind of satisfaction she does. To feel lucky as she does. It must be a blessing. And so, I began to crave that enlightenment for myself, close to the Emperor even..."

"So I stopped visiting. I began to work towards gaining my own heart. Towards becoming complete."

"...Towards becoming her..."

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) The Character of a Cat.
> • (EXTRA) Three Lords.
> • (EXTRA) Everything is coming together.
> • (EXTRA) Cattle.

>>6150358
> • (STORY) The Character of a Cat.

>>6150359
> • (STORY) The Character of a Cat.

>>6150358
IS the False Probability created by a 'person' of sorts...?

>>6150362
>+1
>>6150366
>IS the False Probability created by a 'person' of sorts...?
It's the friends we made along the way

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(STORY EVENT: The Character of a Cat.)

It was late at night, and nary a sound was made in the Psyops Bunker. Nobody would have noticed the faint silhouette of a black cat stealthily moving through the dim corridors until she managed to slip up to the surface.

"Aye... I do trust ye'... I jus' can't help meself, Muna."

There wasn't a choice in the matter. Her pride as a feline wouldn't stand for it.

Seannsa left the Bunker, slipping out in the cold of night using her Luck. She had in it mind to strike out for herself, and begin an exodus towards reclaiming her sphere from those seeking to subvert it. While she wholly admits that Muna was right in taking the pragmatic stance... she still had to move. Seannsa would not be idle.

She has to punish those coming against her with her own hands. She swore, by the end of this, she was going to make them pay. Whoever it was. After tonight, she was finally taking a leaf out of Ludwyhn's book and picking a side, and her side was against the Trinity.

"Am I foinally gonna stop bein' a stray?" She wondered. "Who knows... we'll see, I guess..."

...

The clock struck three, in the middle of the night. Seannsa quietly whipped across the empty streets of Eikrise, her shadow passing by the street lights, very few humans still awake at this time. Her goal was to reach Shengesia and infiltrate the Capital herself, on her lonesome if she had to.

"Nyah! Wait up, your cattiness!"

"Hm?!"

Damn it all. The Greymalkins, they followed her.

"I told ye' all not to come after me!" She hissed, meeting them in the middle of the street.

"We're sorry!" Hylan whined.
"We just couldn't let you go all alone!" Faeryn chimed.
"We're nyowt leaving you behind!" Monroe mewled.

She sighed. She didn't want them to follow because she didn't want them with her... she didn't want them to follow because she knew they would be followed in turn. Seannsa peered over her shoulder at the silhouettes approaching from down the street. "Darned it...."

She shifted back into her incarnated self and stood there, arms at her sides as they stepped up.

"Brought some compahnee, I see."

"Actually ma'am, I-I was just, I just-I just wanted some manga but she roped me into this." Spray Guy claimed.

Catastrovania shook her head.

"You know you weren't supposed to leave."

"Aye, but I culdn't stand the ider that there's anywun in this world trying take me place." She said, a subtle remark aimed at prodding Catastrovania for her claims of surpassing Seannsa.

"They wanted me to keep you in one place..." Catastrovania murmured.

"So, are we' gonna come to blows then?"

"I'd prefer not to."

Catastrovania looked like she only wanted to be done with this so she could continue her hobbies in peace. Seannsa didn't feel like fighting her again either. Not that she thinks she'd lose this time....

>Time to convince Catastrovania to step aside. But how...?

>>6150412
>Look, I just want to kick some trinity ass, I don't plan on rushing straight to their capital or anything. Chillex.

"Look, I jus' wanna kick sum Trinity arse. I don't plan on rushin' straight to their Capital or anythin'. Chillax, lassie!"

Catastrovania raised her eyebrow. "But you ARE going there. That's why you set out."

"Yeh... but I'm gonna take me toim' first."

Which was an uneasy answer for her to give in retrospect now that she recalled that the false probabilities weren't going to just wait on her. No, indeed, they would still be affecting the world as the days go by.

"You are aware they're expecting you, RIGHT?"

"Yeh..."

"That means they'll always be expecting you. Waiting a few days isn't going to make them forget! Have you considered how bad it would be for m-all of us if you DIED?! Aren't you SCARED? Of DEATH?!" Cat exclaimed, pointing her finger right in the recoiling face of Seannsa.

Seannsa raised her eyebrow. "Of course I dun' wanna die. Who does? I dun' want to go alone ei'ter... but at least that ways, I wuldn't be puttin' me other felines in danger, now wuld I?"

"...You can't go."

Seannsa tilted her head at Catastrovania, who averted her gaze.

"...As much as I hate your guts for how you treat me... I need you around. My life still depend on you too... if your Luck runs out, then mine does."

>Catastrovania still doesn't seem willing to step aside just yet... Keep pushing!

>>6150441
>...I know. I just want to unwind after discovering what they're doing. If I can't attack them now, at least I can be a pain in the ass of some trinity god.

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"...I know. I jus' wanna unwind after that stressful discov'ry. Iffi' can't attack them now, at least I can be a pain in der' arse."

Seannsa sniffled. "Oh. And Cat? Sorey... fer takin' yer sweets this mornin', and always being a torn in yer sie...." She begrudgingly admits.

Catastrovania looked shocked.

"Is just teh' way I am. Hee... You'd know that better than anyone since yer' like me. Ho!"

Catastrovania winced with a squint about her face. "Hmph... I guess I'm sorry for choking you to death as well."

Seannsa nodded. "Well, I 'spose yer' not gonna let me go then."

"Not alone, no..."

"Hm?"

Catastrovania smirked. Somehow, it was like she knew it would come to this. No, she was just rather following along with what made the most sense to her trope-wise. Spray Guy even raised his finger and pointed out they were under orders.

"Tch... bakana! Think about it! It's just like something out of an anime! it makes the most sense right now TO disobey our orders and set out against the impossible odds! It's like a scene where the protagonist is ordered to do nothing to help people in danger and chooses to do so anyway!"

"...Well, I guess that DOES make some kinda sense but uh, do... do I have to come along too? Aren't they gonna fire me if I'm not at my post for too long?"

"Nah. I'll just cover for everyone." Catastrovania says confidently.

"You'd really take the blame for everyone here?" Summers gasps.

"Of course. That's the most noble thing to do. It's in our nature to. As those who study... the blade." She claims. Seannsa was cringing a bit at how unorthodox it was that Samurai Summers got incredibly inspired by that line, even sparkles flashing in her artificial eyes. Ah, who could hate it for too long anyway.

Seannsa grinned. "So, it's a team then."

"No, even better. Starting now, we're a PARTY." Catastrovania said.

"Oi'right. Party it is."

Seannsa extended her hand. Catastrovania reached forward, placing her palm atop her paw. She glanced over her shoulder at Samurai Summers and Spray Guy. The both of them followed suit then, and the Greymalkin, now excited and psyched up, all rose into their humanoid shapes and joined as well.

"Together!" Catastrovania said.

"Damn right! Us cats hafta' stick with each other. Aye, cats, 'r human and android. We're all definitely..."

"Definitely!"

"DEFINITELY GONNA SHOW THE WORLD-"

"-JUSTICE AND LUCK!"

"AS ONE!"

The group raised their arms. Catastrovania and Seannsa gave one another a look of mutual respect, for in this instant, all that beef was forgotten for now. They had a common cause, now it was time to pursue it.

"Well then... lead the way."

"Ya' gottit'. C'mon, lasses, lads! We're off!"

And together, all departed.

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Party formed.

(Tutorial)
(The sidequest map has extra events at every location. Scrounge up food items from these events in order to keep the stamina levels high. There is a chance of encountering enemy mobs the closer the party moves towards the areas marked as T1-T8 on the map or boss fights. Bosses must be beaten in order to progress towards the end. The party's current position is indicated by the green color filling a circle on the map. Select events listed in order to move to that area.)

(There are three levels of stamina. Starving (start with a pinch of MP), Hungry (start with half of MP), and Full (start with full MP). Get food and eat!)

...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAHW_hPS5vE

It was time to get this show on the road. The false probabilities won't be stopped on their own. Seannsa was determined to reclaim her sphere from those langers. Her Luck would be able to keep the mortal, the Samurai and her Therians safe. That she was sure of.

>Stamina Level: Starving
>Map Position: W1: Bunker

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) National News! (W3: Metro-7)
> • (STORY) The Hot Spring Episode. (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)
> • (EXTRA) Check it out, my own Justice Mode! (W1: Bunker)
> • (EXTRA) Hail, fair Einheri. (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Train carts are comfy, no? (W3: Metro-7)
> • (EXTRA) That doesn't look good... (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Cattle (T7: Loka of Assembly)

>>6150505
>• (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)
gotta fill our tummy

>>6150359
>All of these extras, lost to the void
Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeee

>>6150505
> • (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)
We need FOOD, as rapidly as we can get it

>>6150505
> • (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)

>>6150515
>All of these extras, lost to the void
I'm literally crying and shitting right now

>>6150505
>> • (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)

>>6150505
> • (EXTRA) Ice Cream! (W1: Bunker)
Can't start a trip without grabbing snacks

(EXTRA EVENT: Ice Cream!)

Of course... how could they leave Eikrise City without hitting up one of its famous ice cream parlors first? Seannsa elected to wait until the sun had rose just to get the chance before they truly exited the boundary of Eikrise.

"Ugh... are you serious? We have to stop for ice cream?"

"Ye'. It's important."

"No... it isn't."

"Proof?"

"..."

"See? C'mon, ice cream for everyone! I'm payin'!"

It was left to be wondered if Seannsa actually had any money or not...

>What would Seannsa's favorite flavor be? (Input.)

>>6150835
>What would Seannsa's favorite flavor be?
I dunno why but I feel she'd like chocolate because cats aren't supposed to eat it normally (since it's poisonous to them)

>>6150835
Hmm.... this is a difficult question to answer, but Seanssa is a gluttonous COW (not to be mistaken with the Cow Goddess, R.I.P.) so chocolate, being poisonous to cats and therefore crass and indulgent on her part, makes a lot of sense.

>>6150839
+1

>>6150835
>Peanut butter jelly

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Catastrovania tapped her foot, silently waiting outside the parlor grasping her own one scoop of sherbert, the rest of the group licking away at their own cones, save for Spray Guy who decided to be the odd one out and get a cup of frozen yogurt.

Finally, Seannsa exited the parlor, holding her impressive waffle cone of a whopping SIX scoops, of course further drizzle with chocolate syrup and sprinkles, which she happily licked away at.

"Ah! Innit' just frozen perfec'shun, Cat?"

"Did you really have to get six scoops..."

"Isn't chocolate like, bad for cats?" Spray Guy said.

"Am I a normal cat to ye', lad? Hm... I like choc'late. It's a rich flavor!"

"...Point taken."

They got back on their road.

...

>Stamina Level: Hungry
>Map Position: W1: Bunker

>Select events to view.
> • (STORY) National News! (W3: Metro-7)
> • (STORY) The Hot Spring Episode. (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Check it out, my own Justice Mode! (W1: Bunker)
> • (EXTRA) Hail, fair Einheri. (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Train carts are comfy, no? (W3: Metro-7)
> • (EXTRA) That doesn't look good... (W2: Wayrock)
> • (EXTRA) Cattle (T7: Loka of Assembly)

>>6150884
>• (STORY) National News! (W3: Metro-7)

>>6150884
> • (EXTRA) Train carts are comfy, no? (W3: Metro-7)
CHOO-CHOO! CHUGGA-CHUGGA-CHUGGA CHOO-CHOO!

>>6150884
>> • (EXTRA) Train carts are comfy, no? (W3: Metro-7)
We are NOT skipping extras again

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(EXTRA EVENT: Train carts are comfy, no?)

Ah, that subtle bump, those nostalgic sounds. Watching the world just go right by as the train passes. Seannsa hadn't been able to take many trains in her life, but she like riding them. She didn't know why. There was just some serene sense to it, she proposed. A speeding locomotive was fun, probably one of the best inventions of humanity.

They were taking a train from Eikrise to Metro-7 in Cabrock Village along the Kardinomaskaya line that led to Oakville Township. It would get them closer to the Opaltic Ocean, which they could then try to cross in order to reach the Shengesian continent.

"Are you certain you want to go this way?" Catastrovania asked, sitting across from her in the compartment. "If we went through the Wayrock path, we could have been on Catemore Island by now... it's pretty much a straight shot to Shengesia. The Psyops intel we had showed us that Woldorians use it a lot with their aerial transits."

"Nay. They'd expect tha' way if they think I'm comin'. Crossing the bigger ocean, thas' the way to dew it." Seannsa insisted.

"Hmph."

The Cat Goddess tapped her lip with her claw, leaning back into her seat. "Now a questin' fer yew. Are YEW sure we should 'ave really taken the mortal wit' us? Or yer new fren, or me Greymalkins for that mattah'."

"Your Luck can keep them safe. Besides, they won't be fighting. Just there to support us. With some Luck, we can get them in and out just the same as we can get ourselves. Think about it logically. It can make anything happen." Catastrovania said.

Though, Seannsa felt like she was placing a bit too much trust in her waning Luck at this time. It was going to leave Seannsa drained if she had to continuously exert herself on the chances with no rest every single day of this trip. But maybe Catastrovania saw something in her. Some chance to improve and grow stronger. That must have also been part of her motivation. If achieving new victories made her stronger, she must have thought Seannsa had some potential yet locked as well.

...Bah! That's just her brain infected with all that mass media!

"So, fightin' will jus' be left to yew an' me then. Nyahahaha! Yew must be r'lly confident in yerself."

"Tch. I want to be the strongest someday. I can't afford to lose confidence in myself, ever!"

"Are ye' sure ye' can handle what's ahead? Who knows what we'd run into. Ohh, it might even be one of the Lords themselves! Ohhhohoho! Tha' be really bad."

"Pf... It wouldn't matter to me who it is. I'd cut them down all the same. I have to become the victor."

"Aye... I guess ye've grown pretty strong since them days ye're begging me to save yer hide from the Temple!"

Catastrovania frowned, growled and looked away.

"Heh... maybe sum' day ye'll even surpass me. But fer real this toim'..."

"...You really think so, or are you just ribbing me?"

>"Pffft. Of course not, but there's nothin' so bad about bein' in me shadow after all, now is there?"
>"Maybe. Maybe..."
>"...It'd take a lotta work on yer part. But I guess ye culd'. Victory's gotta be more important than chance, innit'?"
>Don't answer.

>>6150941
>"Maybe. Maybe..."

>>6150941
>"Maybe. Maybe..."
We've got to get her eager to prove herself right.

>>6150941
>"Pffft. Of course not, but there's nothin' so bad about bein' in me shadow after all, now is there?"

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"Maybe. Maybe..."

"... Hm!"

Catastrovania averted her gaze. Seannsa shut her eyes and leaned back, both paws behind her head as she got comfortable in the seat. Catastrovania glanced back at her, and smirked slightly before she looked back to the passing lands of Siegesia.

...

Catastrovania's motivation went up. HP and MP increases slightly.

(HP 900 > HP 1000)
(MP 900 > HP 1000)

...

(STORY EVENT: National News!)

"----acuations continue as the Heer urges all able bodied men in the region to report to the nearest conscription office at once as the danger approaches our coasts. Confirmed reports from regional Kommandostab identify the presence of the Invincible within Woldorian airspace. At this time, we ask all men, women and children of Siegesia to offer their prayers on high to our holy leaders, for they are needed now more than ever... This has been Reichs-Rundfunk-Gesellschaft, national news report----"

Seannsa's ear twitched, staring at the televised news report playing on a large television display hanging from the ceiling of the crowded station of Metro-7. She turned around to see Catastrovania and Spray Guy return from the nearby bagel shop, coffees in hand.

"Sorry, I need coffee or I literally can't operate." Spray Guy said, tugging down his balaclava to sip; "I'm an addict... Here."

"Thanks." Seannsa said, taking the bagel he offered. She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder at the television. People in the transit station were gathered to watch, murmuring rumors and gossip; "Whassat' all aboot?"

"Oh..." Catastrovania began, staring for a second. "Well, it's no surprise that since the... y'know, started happening, 'they' began to mount an invasion."

"Sonuva' bish..."

"Yeah... they've never been able to make much progress invading Woldoria. But with the waves... they might actually make a big landfall. They have a fleet over the Opaltic canal en route right now. I already heard about this in the Bunker, there was a big discussion Hale and Kurt were having us attend. See, they're sending the Invincible this time."

"Invinsheebal?"

"Nyah, nyah! It's the flagship, ya'nyow!" The Greymalkins chimed in.

"My data registers the Invincible as the Imperial Flagship of the Samurai astro navy, and the personal ship of Great Tengu Scheiracht." Summers said, her head buzzing with leftover data streams from her conversion to an Ashigaru.

It sounds like trouble...

Catastrovania did look troubled. "Actually, it's probably a good thing we came this route. The Invincible should actually be crossing over Catemore, and we might have gone that way and got in its path..."

So it's a good thing they avoided it then? It would just be an unnecessary roadblock to the path to Shengesia. But at the same time... if they reach Woldoria, the false probabilities... they'll let the Trinity see success laying siege to this continent for once. They'll break right through, establish their landing forces and try pushing into the heartlands. Many people would die... casualties would be right through the roof...

...But, surely Muna or the rest of the Psyops will do something about it, right? They have a lot of strong people on their side. Seannsa need not interfere. What's more important is getting to the source right now, isn't it? If the source gets cut off, then things like that wouldn't be a worry.

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Still... there's some sense of... guilt in straying away from it, letting it continue on its warpath. That thing would have never launched to come ravage this land if Seannsa's power hadn't been jailbroken by those scum in the first place. Look at her, feeling responsible for once...

...

They had finally reached Metro-7, on the Kardinomaskaya line.

>Stamina Level: Hungry
>Map Position: W3: Metro-7

>Select events to view.
> • (BOSS) Divine Admirality Unit (Optional Boss)
> • (STORY) Tutelary Dragon (W4: South Opaltic Ocean)
> • (EXTRA) You think I can't swim? (W4: South Opaltic Ocean)
> • (EXTRA) I've always wanted to make train graffiti, yo! (W3: Metro-7)
> • (EXTRA) Mass Produced Demigods (W3: Metro-7)
> • (EXTRA) How does one move on from ego death anyway? (W3: Metro-7)
> • (EXTRA) Check it out, my own Justice Mode! (W1: Bunker)
> • (EXTRA) Cattle (T7: Loka of Assembly)

>>6150964
> • (BOSS) Divine Admirality Unit (Optional Boss)
To hell with it all! Let's show the Trinity who's the real Goddess of Luck!

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>>6150964
>• (BOSS) Divine Admirality Unit (Optional Boss)
I'll bite

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"...Cat?"

"...?"

"We're goin' back."

"...You mean that?"

"Yeh'. We've gotta ship to sink."

...

(BOSS: Divine Admirality Unit)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91X2kFmh2BU

...

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The island of Catemore, off the coast of Siegesia. Long has it been the sight of many battles between the every burgeoning Trinity and the defenders of Woldoria. But this... was unlike anything else the island had ever seen.

"Sheesh! Look at tha' size of tha' thing! It looks as biggas' an island itself!"

"Data estimates provide that the Invincible is roughly estimated to be twenty three kilometers long from bow to stern, and with a diameter of twenty kilometers. The ship is made of reinforced, nanolaminated astrosteel and-"

"Astrosteel? What the fuck is that?" Spray Guy interrupted rudely.

Samurai Summers blinked; "...A composite metal mined under the Heavenly Capital from Hainei's core. One plate five inches in measure would be five hundred times stronger than most other metals in Hainei."

"Ohhh... Sorry, continue." Spray Guy said, putting both hands together to ask for forgiveness.

Summers payed it no mind; "...On both the port and starboard sides of the side there are massive runways for launching docked Capital Ships. It is armed with many batteries of dark matter fusils that fire tendrils of electric energy meant to guide their payloads precisely, hull mounted Chi projectors, and many launching tubes for magnetic torpedoes."

To recount, this enormous monstrosity launches entire warships like a carrier would already send out a complement of fighters, and its weapons are designed to be able to fly in any line or direction, allowing for omnidirectional coverage. It is a beast, it will be hard to take down.

"Wait, how am I supposed to get up there? Are you guys really taking me to fight that thing?!" Spray Guy panicked.

Samurai Summers tilted her conical hat; "Although it may seem unconventional, Catastrovania will be able to throw us in order to follow."

"Wait, what?!"

Catastrovania coughed.

"We'll be under a lot of pressure... beyond the flagship itself, it has an entire fleet with it. Not to mention the armies that must be onboard."

"It feels strange to think I will be fighting the military I was once apart of..." Summers whispered.

"So... 'ow the 'ell do we even begin to attack?"

"Hmm... it's powered by a Kugelblitz, from what I know from the Psyops intel." Catastrovania explained. Seannsa only tilted her head; "Hmn... A black hole contained onboard and generated by the ship's primary power bank. If we rupture it, we could shut it down or cause an onboard collapse to destroy it. Alternatively... the Trinity employs advanced Daimyo models known as Divine Admirality Units to command their ships. We could take the Admiral out and in the process throw the rest of the fleet into disarray. To begin our attack... we either draw their attention and begin firing from a distance, or leap onto the decks and hop to the flagship."

"Hmm... to attack from afar or take our chances gettin' closer to tha' thing..."

> • Plan of approaching the Invincible?

>Attack from a distance. Draw the fleet in by taking ships down until the main one has no choice but to close in.This might massively lower the number of enemies and weaken their resolve. It's the safest bet with waning Luck.
>Boarding action! Wait until the fleet is close enough and jump on. There will be resistance drowning us from every single direction but they won't have enough time to bring their real weapons online. We'll have to get VERY Lucky for this to work... but the results will cause far more damage.

>>6151081
>>Attack from a distance. Draw the fleet in by taking ships down until the main one has no choice but to close in.This might massively lower the number of enemies and weaken their resolve. It's the safest bet with waning Luck.

>>6151114
>+1

>>6151081
>Boarding action! Wait until the fleet is close enough and jump on. There will be resistance drowning us from every single direction but they won't have enough time to bring their real weapons online. We'll have to get VERY Lucky for this to work... but the results will cause far more damage.

>>6151081
>>Attack from a distance. Draw the fleet in by taking ships down until the main one has no choice but to close in.This might massively lower the number of enemies and weaken their resolve. It's the safest bet with waning Luck.
Decisiveness doesn't necessarily mean aggression, it can mean outmatching an enemy through superior strategy!

>>6151081
>Boarding action! Wait until the fleet is close enough and jump on. There will be resistance drowning us from every single direction but they won't have enough time to bring their real weapons online. We'll have to get VERY Lucky for this to work... but the results will cause far more damage.

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The best move here was to attack from a distance and whittle them down from afar. Sure, they could bring all their big guns to bear from this distance, but dodging it would be easy, their concentrated fire relied on destroying the whole area and hoping the enemy was dead, rather than striking a small moving body. Catastrovania could easily keep everyone safe by moving them or reflecting their shelling. If they were in the middle of possibly thousands of angry Samurai and their mecha, this would be even worse!

"BEHOLD, MY CLOUD SPLITTING ATTACK!" Catastrovania boldly proclaimed as she raised her katana, a silver aura spilling from her body.

"Thas' just a normal attack..." Seannsa said, shaking her head.

"HAAAAAAAAAAA!"

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Catastrovania swung her blade skyward, throwing forward an arcing slash that spiraled into the fleet above. With a thundering blast and booming sound, several ships caught in the path of her attack were cleaved in two, exploding violently with surging clouds of ignited Chi, shaking the group.

"WOOOOAHHH" The Greymalkins squeaked.

"S-She just took that many capital ships out in one blow..." Spray Guy said, fumbling with his shotgun.

Samurai Summers gasped; "So this is the power of the demigods... I'd never thought I'd see it up close like this... this is crazy!"

"Hm... 'Ere they come." Seannsa said, cracking her knuckles.

Like disturbing a bee hive, the fleet began to break formation, descending rapidly with the loud blasts of their ship's two toned horns and Samurai screams for vengeance and quick retribution!

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[! WARNING !]

[BATTLE COMMENCING]

[...]

[YOUR TURN]

Capital Ship Groups One, Two and Three descend to confront the party!

"HEAR ME!"

The voice of the Invincible's Divine Admirality Unit, over unimaginably powerful speakers....

"HIS FLEETS CANNOT BE DESTROYED! THE EMPEROR'S FURY AND WRATH COMES QUICK! FEEEEEEL OUR HOLY POWEEEEEEERRR!!!!"

They were preparing to open fire!

-------------------------------------
TRUTHS READY.

Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27

<What will you do?>
>https://pastebin.com/raw/GNuiv8SR

>>6151416
This is my first thread I've joined in the quest, so I'll cede to other, more experienced anons. My thinking is that if we combine:
>Catastrovania's Truth
>Spray And Pray
and
>Luck of Seannsa
we can draw aggro, make the foes miss, and then maximize their misfire and cause the attack to backfire or damage their own forces in some way, maybe?

>>6151416
Seannsa
>Niflheim (Heavy damage skill) (40 MP)

Catastrovania
>Agni (Heavy damage skill) (30 MP)

>Greymalkins Add: Rancor (Raises Party Ceiling by Four Ranks)

>Spray Guy Add: Paint Bomb (Luck-based chance of inflicting Seal)

>Samurai Summers add: Enhanced scanner. (Attempts to scout weaknesses)

don't feel like opening with our truths, so I'll go for damage instead.

>>6151420
going with only the summers add since it's only 1 per turn

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>6151417
>>6151420

Rolled 11 (1d12)

<DEFINE DECLARATION> <DEFINE INVOCATION> <SYSTEMA DIVINO>
<THIS IS TRUE JUSTICE! NYAH!>
<THIS EFFECT I COMMAND INTO REALITY AS TRUTH AND IMMUTABLE FACT>

Catastrovania shone with her silver light! It caught the attention of all! Now the enemy was determined to solely attack her! (Drawing aggro...)

[Spray And Pray] - "I'd better contribute..." Spray Guy gulped; "Here I GO!" He said firing his shotgun at the sky. As if it would do anything... the dotard. "Tch... allow me." Catastrovania said, blitzing forward and catching each slug. She leaped up high, and, in a motion she perceived as slow, opened her palm, releasing the slugs. She reaching forward and flicked each one with her finger...

By the Luck of Seannsa, every slug flew at such a velocity as to pierce the durable viewports of multiple ships, striking their first mates and turning their wheels, steering them ajar!

[Luck of Seannsa] - Seannsa smirked, and raised her claw, snapping her fingers - "I'm reclaimin' me right from ye'll bampots!"

1. Full Critical Ceiling
2. Full party-wide HP Restore
3. Full party-wide MP Restore
4. Nothing
5. 500 Damage to random enemies
6. Instantly destroy one enemy.
7. Nothing
8. Bind enemy
9. More press turns on next turn
10. Fully heal random party member
11. Increase HP over the limit.
12. Instantly destroy one enemy.

>>6151438
So close

>>6151444
Seannsa
>Niflheim (Heavy damage skill) (40 MP)

Catastrovania
>Agni (Heavy damage skill) (30 MP)

>Greymalkins Add: Rancor (Raises Party Ceiling by Four Ranks)

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[Luck of Seannsa] - A sudden rush of vigor flowed into Seannsa and Catastrovania's veins! Lifeforce! Pure lifeforce increased! (HP raised to 10000)

[ENEMY TURN]

[Full Broadsides] - Capital Ship Group One opened fire with everything it had!

[Cleanse the Earth] - Capital Ship Group Two flew overhead, letting their hull mounted Qi projectors scorch the ground below!

[Cruise Missiles] - Capital Ship Group Three unleashed payloads of missiles locked onto their targets!

... Every single attack missed! Seannsa and Catastrovania smirked as they swiftly avoided the harm, carrying their allies upon their shoulders as they landed atop a great stone formation on the island.

"It's loik' fireworks! AHAHAHA!"

(Enemies damaged themselves in the confusion!)

[YOUR TURN]

-------------------------------------
CATASTROVANIA: TRUTH ACTIVE (INDEFINITELY)

Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27

<What will you do?>
>https://pastebin.com/raw/GNuiv8SR

>>6151444
Okay, okay, let's try...
>Enhanced scanner
to find the most vulnerable point, then...
>Agni
>Niflheim

>>6151447
Seannsa
>Niflheim (Heavy damage skill) (40 MP)

Catastrovania
>Agni (Heavy damage skill) (30 MP)

>Samurai Summers add: Enhanced scanner. (Attempts to scout weaknesses)

changing to this since we won't be using status effects rn and we gotta know their weaknesses

>>6151447
see >>6151448

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[Niflheim] - Seannsa snapped her fingers. Icy death exploded within the enemy ships as the Eternal Winter burst within their bowels, taking down Capital Ships.

[Agni] - "Hmph!" - As if it were a contest to see who could shoot down the most ships, Catastrovania came behind her, five flames at her fingertips, which she let loose as a streak of flames to melt holes right through the hulls.

Capital Ship Group One goes down in flames!

[Enhanced Scanner] - "Locating points of weakness..." - Samurai Summers' eyes flashed green as she scanned the battlefield space... (Failed to uncover weakness!)

"Damn, it's no good... there's too much interference from the fire."

[ENEMY TURN]

"Focus fire in that direction!"

[Hellboring Shells] - The fleet targeted Catastrovania with powerful artillery... She took a big hit! (False Probability enhanced damage!)

[Full Broadsides] - She then blinked as a multitude of light rays streamed down towards her. She raced to side to dodge, but grunted as she took some hits in the process! (False Probability enhanced damage!)

[Cleanse the Earth] - Catastrovania didn't watch where she was going! She ran right into the beam of a Qi projector from a ship passing overhead!

"TCHH...! It's going to take more than that to take ME DOWN!" She hollered.

[YOUR TURN]

-------------------------------------
CATASTROVANIA: TRUTH ACTIVE (INDEFINITELY)

Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27

<What will you do?>
>https://pastebin.com/raw/GNuiv8SR

>>6151466
>Nostrum
>Black Cat
>Paint Bomb
Full disclosure: I don't know what the Seal status effect does.

>>6151466
Seannsa
>Niflheim (Heavy damage skill) (40 MP)

Catastrovania
>Agni (Heavy damage skill) (30 MP)

>Greymalkins Add: Greymalkin Rancor (Raises Party Ceiling by Four Ranks)

>>6151467
>Full disclosure: I don't know what the Seal status effect does.
seal means they won't be able to use magic attacks while afflicted. I prefer raising our ceiling instead since it'll help us deliver status effects for our skill when we need it.

>>6151466
Hmm...

>>6151468
I'll agree with this, because we need to get our ceiling up.

>>6151468
Sure, I'll back this instead of >>6151467

>>6151466

Rolled 24 (1d27)

[Niflheim] - A Capital Ship was encased entirely within ice by Seannsa's next snap, plummeting down and taking out two more of its kindred!

[Agni] - "HRRAAAGH!" - Catastrovania billowed her fire out, and slashed at it, sending an arc of flame to cut through the fleet! (Rolling Critical chance...)

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(Critical hit landed!)

[Greymalkin Rancor] - "NY'ERE WE ARE!" - "TO SPREAD OUR LOVE AND CHEERS!" - "TO ALL OUR FRIENDS WE HOLD DEAR!" - The Greymalkins shouted their rancorous applause! (Ceilings raised!)

[ENEMY TURN]

"RESISTANCE TOO HEAVY!"

FLEET GROUPS UNABLE TO STAND MUCH MORE!

[Escape] - The ships remaining after the onslaught were pulling back...

"HAH! LOOKIT' 'EM RUNNIN' WIT' THEIR TAILS TWEEN THEIR LEGS! AGUHAHA!" Seannsa cackled.

"Holy shit! I can't fucking believe we actually did it! Well, th-they did it! They decimated the FUCK out of them!" Spray Guy said, hyperventilating in his mortal perspective.

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CATASTROVANIA: TRUTH ACTIVE (INDEFINITELY)

Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 7 - 1d67
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 7 - 1d67
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27

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"Hmph..."

Catastrovania smirked. This was easy. Too easy.

"...Hm?"

Yellow lines... following her body? They're like tendrils of pure energy in the air. Oh no... it isn't going to turn into that kind of manga now, is it?! Wait...

"Yellow lines... electric energy?"

Just like what... Summers said!
"-dark matter fusils that fire tendrils of electric energy meant to guide their payloads precisely-"

She looked forward to see the Invincible pulse with shrouds of something fiery and shadow! The Dark Matter main guns! It was coming right at her!

"Not on my watch..." She gripped her katana tight. "I'll deflect every single one!

>MASSIVE DAMAGE INCOMING!
>Roll 1d6
>Best of three.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>6151487
let's fucking go https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gl2ck8I5spI

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>6151487

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>6151487
badabing badaboom

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>6151487
FORGIVE ME SENSEI

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A shock wave of Dark Matter eruption tore through the air, right on Catastrovania's person as she attempted to deflect the beams. She failed.

"CAT!" Seannsa screamed in distress.

The explosion scattered to the winds, multicolored dust and plumes of exotic smoke billowing...

"....hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

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"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! HAAAAAAAA!"

Catastrovania survived! She scattered the cloud. But she took an enormous hit. She was badly damaged...

"Thas' my cat." Seannsa smirked, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You ruthless, dogmatic curs... you've marred this uniform of mine, that I made for MYSELF..." Catastrovania hissed, teeth grit hard; "You bastards.... you think you've taken me down?! You can never... EVER.... TAKE DOWN THE AWE INSPIRING CATASTROVANIA STRIFAUST MORITUROS IX HERSELF! I'M COMING FOR YOU!"

She bolts off, kicking through the air.

"ADMIRAL, ENEMY SIGNATURE APPROACHING AT HIGH SPEED!"

"IMPOSSIBLE! NOTHING SURVIVES THE RAW POWER OF OUR CANNONS! R-RAISE THE SHIELDS DAMN YOU!"

"TOO LATE, ADMIRAL!"

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"I'LL CLIP YOUR WINGS!"

On both sides of the Invincible extended an impressive array of steely wings, ports containing exhaust pipes for venting the immense heat that overtaxing their Dark Matter powered systems and weapons incurred, as well as stocking bays for dropships to land in and transfer their personnel with ease. These wings were heavily armed parts of the entire mass themselves, full of Samurai...

...and now she was going to cut them!

"BEHOLD THE MIGHT OF MY KATANA, FORGED AND FOLDED IN THE FIRES OF MOUNT MEIYO ITSELF! YOU THINK YOURSELVES THE DELIVERERS OF JUSTICE?! HOLY WRATH!? YOU DON'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT IT! ZETSUMEI.... IKUZO!!!!!"

>Invincible Health: 17000
>Roll 1d7000 to shave boss HP!
>Best of 4!

>>6151542
The fat cat tats which prophecy foretold!

>>6151546
Easy 7000, first try.

Rolled 5854 (1d7000)

>>6151548
I said FIRST TRY

Rolled 2918 (1d7000)

>>6151546
gyattzam https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCWuJlJgsSQ

Rolled 1014 (1d7000)

>>6151546
Heh... I think 10% of my power should be enough...

Rolled 6720 (1d7000)

>>6151546

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"YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Slashing with reckless abandon, she softened the astrosteel armor of its wings up, chunks and strips the size of trees flying every which way, Samurai personnel stationed within falling to their deaths out of the air as her slashes bifurcated the interior halls of the masses she chipped at.

And with one mighty heave, she brought her katana down, and every wing on the ship's starboard side came off, sliced cleanly.

"SUSTAINING HEAVY DAMAGE!"

"OHH THAT THE FLAGSHIP OF OUR GREAT TENGU, OUR MASTER SCHEIRACHT HIMSELF COULD BE TORN ASUNDER BY SUCH A SMALL FOE...! HIS HEART WOULD WEIGH HEAVY WITH SCORN! AAAAAH!"

Catastrovania found her foot on one of the falling pieces, which she used to rebound backwards, towards Catemore island. She landed on her back in the dirt, sliding back. Seannsa rushed to her side.

"Oi, cat! Are ye' ou'right?!"

"Ngh.... y-yeah... I'm..."

She fell back, gasping for air. She took too much damage to go on thanks to the guidance their attacks had with False Probability waves...

"The vessel is descending." Samurai Summers said, picking Catastrovania up by her shoulders; "It is readying for a second volley. You must attack now."

"I nyow." Seannsa said, cracking her knuckles.

"The hull has been sufficiently weakened. It is losing power due to severance of vital Dark Matter exhaust pipes. It will not be able to raise its APS system to defend itself. The hull is vulnerable."

"Aye. So I jus' gotta hurtit' r'lly hard then."

"Either you can attack the hull until it is weak enough that faults in the structure can be exploited, allowing you to break it in half, or you can board and attempt to take out its reactor. Additionally, you may be able to hijack the command uplink by taking the Divine Admirality Unit's seat, and turn its weapons against it..."

"Choices, choices..."

>Break the thing in half. Batter it and beat it like a Belkinsire broad!
>Board it. Cause a singularity collapse rupturing the Kugelblitz.
>Board it. Give the admiral a retirement and kill the ship... with the ship!

>>6151572

>Board it. Give the admiral a retirement and kill the ship... with the ship!

>>6151572
>Board it. Give the admiral a retirement and kill the ship... with the ship!
Let's see how accurate these False Probabilities really are!

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"I'm goin' in."

"Be careful..."

Seannsa made her way to the primary deck of the Invincible, appearing in a puff of black smoke on the top. Immediately, she looked forward to the bridge, hidden behind its impressive sails and masts. She darted forward, swiping with her claws and carving a hole in the wall of the bridge tower's bottom end on the deck, stepping through.

"PEACEFUL DEATH!"

"Eh?"

She gasped as two gargantuan hands of metal grasped her tight, and she felt herself lifted and slammed into the floor behind herself, a massive palm slapping her in the face and launching her into the far wall. No time to recover was given, as twin jets of intense Chi and optic rays of Light blasted her being.

She fell to the floor from the smoking spot on the wall and stood up right away, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulder. She stepped forward, brushing her shoulder off and looking up.

In her way stood the formidable mechas of the Samurai. Battle Mechas and a Rikishi, a heavy metal brawler.

"Tha' yer' best?" She coughed, puffing out smoke.

"PEACEFUL DEATH! PEACEFUL DEATH!"

They attacked again!

[ENEMY TURN]

[Sumo Slam] - The Rikishi raised its foot and stomped hard, causing the floor's astrosteel to crack and a jagged piece to jut up and poke her right in the belly!

[Optic Beam] - The two Battle Mechas fired multiple beams on repeat at her! It struck her weakness to Light!

[YOUR TURN]

"Dim bastards, thas' no way to treata' LADY!"

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TRUTHS READY.

Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 7 - 1d67
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 7 - 1d67
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27

<What will you do?>
>https://pastebin.com/raw/GNuiv8SR

>>6151590
>Black Cat (Severe Dark damage skill) (70 MP)
>Paint Bomb (Luck-based chance of inflicting Seal)
Sela the light beams while we go to town with our strongest attack?

>>6151594
That sounds like a solid plan to me, +1.

>>6151594
+1

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[Black Cat] - "...Aye... don't like tah' use this one v'ry much... eh, what tha' 'ell, right?"

Seannsa raised her paws and clasped them together, when she drew them apart, there was a black mass of shadow between them that drained the color from the very surroundings. The shadow of herself. The blackness of the dark cat she was.

"Mah' deepest darkness. Ye' can have it."

She flicked her thumb claw and sent it forward. The black mass disappeared into the body of the advancing Rikishi, which then stopped abruptly.

...The body of the machine was blown apart. No, it was more accurate to say a large part of its total mass just suddenly vanished without a trace in thin air within the darkness that expanded out from it. Both arms were ejected to the sides so fast they crushed the other Battle Mecha instantly, and a hole was bored right through the walls, eating all the way out the back of the ship before Seannsa snapped her fingers, dispelling the shadow.

The attack was the absence of any probability or chance for anything to happen at all, and so in the radius of this void of probable absence, everything therefor occurred at once that was both possible and impossible. Gravity would crush and grind things, energy and mass would burn out, erasing itself. It was like experiencing a compacting pressure of everything and nothing at once.

"Hmm..."

She looked up and blew in her hand, letting another of the Black Cat shadows fly, boring a hole upwards in the bridge, which she hopped up through to ascend...

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When she came to within the bridge itself at the top of the bridge tower, she found herself surrounded by all manner of Chemical Immortals at their stations.

"Not another step further!"

She looked forward. Ah, that Samurai officer... a fancy Daimyo framed one, had to be. This was the Divine Admirality Unit in charge of the Invincible. An officer handpicked by Scheiracht to captain his flagship. The bridge was red with the lights of emergency... and he had his hand over an interface, ready to issue an order.

"One move and I trigger the self-destruct."

"Koinda' self-defeatin' if the "Invincible" has wunna' those, innit'?"

"Better to let one of our grandest achievements sink than to fall into the hands of enemies. We are SAMURAI! DEATH COMES BEFORE DISHONOR!"

"And yet 'ere yew are, threatnin' me witta' fancy button, cuz' yer tha' afraid of "dishonor". Yew dun't wanna lose this ship tha' bad! Nyehehehe!"

"Ngh! I have captained this vessel for hundreds of years! It's insane that I might lose it in a few hours to the likes of you! Grrrnnn! Central Master Zhun Gongshu assured me you would not be a problem!"

"Oh, yer expectin' me?"

"....The Cadre will crush you!"

Seannsa took a step forward. The Divine Admirality Unit took one back, hand over the holographic button.

"I said stay your ground! Or I'll let the black hole eat this ship and you with it! You've ruined everything! This was to be the day the heathen blue eyes of Woldoria cindered for their arrogance in denying our Emperor! You let it all fall to ruin! Now we can't hope to invade!" He fumed, stomping his feet and clenching his mechanical digits.

"The Invincible cannot be lost! Lord Scheiracht would never forgive me! Get off! Get off my ship now! Get off, and you can live! That's my offer!"

She smiled.

>What will Seannsa do?

>>6151627
>Seannsa's Truth
Our luck versus theirs. Let's do it!

>>6151627
>Pretend to gear up for a biiig attack
>Just abscond when he triggers the self-destruct

>>6151627
>"Nah, I'm sitting roight 'ere."
>Use Skill: Slice the Archetype (Targeting the flagship interface.)
Try hitting the self-destruct button after it CEASES TO EXIST, dumb fuck!
I WANT TO STEAL THIS SHIP. I WANT TO STEAL IT SO BAD.

>>6151627
>>6151635
+1 Ships are neato

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"Nah, I'm sittin' roight 'ere."

"Why youuuu!"

Seannsa snapped her fingers. The Divine Admirality Unit thrust his finger forward.

"...What?!"

The interface... had been deleted. Reality, warped to work against him. The interface as a thing envisioned by him itself was excised.

"...Death before dishonor..."

The Divine Admirality Unit drew a short blade from his vest. He traced it along his neck, severing his own head off, before plunging it into his mechanical guts and tearing cleanly through, splashing them onto the ground with a puddle of oil and chemicals. He slumped over, dead by his own blade in ritualistic suicide.

"...Well tha' was uncalled fer... Ew...!"

Seannsa stepped over his body, towards his interface. She was now in control of his uplink. She cracked her knuckles and smiled.

"Well nyow... les' see iffi' can steer this big lug..."

Not as though she intended to keep the Invincible for herself... No, it was the most famous battleship in the world. There would be too much attention drawn to her, and she didn't need that...

>Direct all weapons and remaining fleet assets to target the ship itself.
>Overclock the reactor to cause a meltdown, then send it on a collision course with the Capital, melting down into a damaging event horizon.
>Overclock the reactor but send it towards Yongesia. Give Scheiracht his precious masterpiece of a ship back! Present from Seannsa.
>Power down all weapons and the reactor, sending it to crash into the side of Woldor's mountain. Leave it as salvage for his nation to claim for their own. See, Ludwyhn? Now you can't say we aren't pulling our weight in contribution, you salty cunt.
>Fly it into the Sun! Let's give Huangdi a middle finger.

>>6151658
>Overclock the reactor but send it towards Yongesia. Give Scheiracht his precious masterpiece of a ship back! Present from Seannsa.
Much as I would like to give it to Would or, this would risk upsetting the balance too much.

>>6151658
Hmm...
>Power down all weapons and the reactor, sending it to crash into the side of Woldor's mountain. Leave it as salvage for his nation to claim for their own. See, Ludwyhn? Now you can't say we aren't pulling our weight in contribution, you salty cunt.
Imagine what would happen if Warichud got his hands on this. Imagine the glorious boss battle up the mythical mountainside! We would be double-dipping... two boss battles from one boss! Ahahahaha!

>>6151679
+1

>>6151658
>>Overclock the reactor to cause a meltdown, then send it on a collision course with the Capital, melting down into a damaging event horizon.