The Great Escape


Conan made sure to hang on for dear life, enveloped in total darkness. Reaching up, he pressed a dial on his glasses, activating the night vision attribute as they made their way further down. As he squinted his gaze, he tried to peruse the parameter, only to stiffen slightly as he looked below, spotting a few reploid pieces here and there. Just what was this used for?

They soon reached the floor, and he flinched, eyes closing, when the mutos reploid lit a flare. Turning off night vision for now, and waiting a little for his sight to readjust and for him not to feel like his head was swimming, he carefully took the flare and used this moment to adjust himself and place himself on his mental map. He had certainly not used the underground before, and he would definitely need to have a rough idea of where they were going.

He slowly let himself off the reploid to walk himself, trying to get a good look at the area around them to memorize its layout. If they were lost, he would at least have enough photographic memory fragments to go by and guide himself.

"If we are to continue my plan…" Conan started, carefully, as he took a good look at their surroundings. "We should continue with a bearing on southwest. Approximately six hundred meters. I am aiming for the outskirts of Sector X." He informed his companion, his eyes narrowed. He had soaked up the information given to him, but he was not liking it. Abandoning someone to their fate when it could be changed was never his thing, but the jackal’s words were of sound logic. Weil was able to reprogram reploids and, if he managed to  get his hands on the Dark Elf, he wouldn’t even need to tinker with them.

He had seen it before.

"I understand your reasoning. I agree, but I don’t like it." He informed, duly, although letting the other know on his feelings of the matter was of no benefit other than to inform the reploid that yes, for some reason, he did care about what happened to Anubis.

He cared about what happened to anyone, really-

Blinking, he looked at to where Anubis was pointing, then towards the pile of dumped bodies. He almost gulped. What did the reploid mean? “I’m afraid I don’t follow.” He said, flinching a little at his recent blatant honesty. This could not last beyond this situation.

He took a few steps towards them, however, even if he felt unease. He was used to corpses, but human ones. He had little experience with the mechabre. It was not morbid or scary, it was just a sight he had not feasted his eyes on since the Elf Wars.

Anubis had to agree with the plan. He had been heading in a similar direction, though he was unsure if Conan and himself had the same goals. It didn’t really matter at this point in time, however.

He allowed the human to climb down on his own, though he almost would’ve preferred the child to stay seated on him. Wouldn’t it have been safer? Maybe. But the human seemed to have a good grasp on what he was doing.

Funny. Fefnir had told him a different tale…

Conan not being impressed with his statement was unexpected, but the mutos reploid nodded to him regardless. It was best to face facts than to simply ignore the possibilities that were very, very real.

Catching the human’s unease, he merely said, “do you remember what I said about my abilities being unique? I would stand back, if I were you.”

The Lieutenant General summoned his staff from subspace and held it out in front of him. His optics glowed, as did his body, and like something out of a horror movie, the corpses responded.

One by one their optics lit up red, and those that could still walk and function began to move sluggishly out of the pile. At least ten of them in various stages of disrepair were able to slowly amble upright and stand to attention in front of the duo, though they wavered and wobbled in the darkness.

Anubis grabbed his staff and spun it, and the zombies all but vanished. With that done, the mutos reploid stopped glowing and put his staff away.

"As I said," he walked over to Conan and look around to see which direction was southwest, "the more corpses we find, the bigger the army."

It was if he had done something as simple as hanging out wet laundry to dry. Having been in charge of examining dead reploid bodies, the Necromancer was desensitised to what effect something like creating zombies might have on the normal person. And thus, the jackal pointed to the tunnel that led them southwest and said calmly, “lets keep moving.” 

The Great Escape


Doing as instructed, and noting the mutos reploid had been recharging his ammo, he stood back and watched as his companion removed the lid.

Conan soon found that, even if he had looked for this trapdoor and managed to open it, he could have never used it anyway. It was made and outfitted for something much larger than he.

He let his mouth form a wry smile at that. 

Nodding, although not feeling any less awkward at the situation, Conan stepped on Anubis’ hand carefully and yet with ease and a quick pace. Once he had leverage, he clambered over to the reploid’s shoulder, adjusting himself so he was facing the same direction as Anubis rather than behind him. It was then he realized the reploid probably meant to take his hand and put him there himself, but there was no difference anyway.

How long had it been since he had let himself ride on someone’s shoulder like this, though? Surely, more than four hundred years ago.

It was borderline nostalgic, but he shook himself out of it.

"Good to go." He whispered, his eyes on alert for any prying eyes. It would not do for them to be spotted so quickly and before they managed to escape.

Anubis didn’t seem too perturbed by the human using him as a monkey gym, so to speak, and climbing onto his shoulder with his own power rather than being lifted up there. There were more pressing matters to tend to, after all.

He turned to Conan and nodded silently at his statement, and once he was sure the boy was secured, he quickly closed the hatch as quietly as he was able before climbing down the ladder into total darkness, except for his own glowing eyes.

There was an eerie silence down here, within the tunnels under Neo Arcadia. Few reploids ever came down here except to clean it, and most of those who did were mechaniloids built for that purpose. 

But Anubis was going to take no chances on that.

He felt the bottom of the ground touch his foot, and the mutos reploid let out a silent sigh of relief. There was a shifting sound and the grating sound of Anubis swiftly lighting a flare to serve as a light source (more for Conan’s benefit than his own, as he could travel fine in the dark thanks to his sensors) which he then held up for Conan to take.

"Your plan should be able to be executed down here," he finally spoke, "these tunnels stretch under Neo Arcadia, though, while it is normally not monitored, we cannot take that chance as I imagine Weil would’ve thought of that."

There were likely spies down here, even so.

"Therefore…" he turned to the human with a serious look, "should I be captured; run. Don’t think twice about it. I know what that human or the Judges is doing to my kind, and I would not want to attack you."

That was for sure.

"Either way…." Anubis saw as he looked further down the rows that this area had been used as a bit of a dumping ground. There were reploid bodies everywhere… but for the mutos reploid…

"At the very least," he pointed with his free hand at the bodies, "we have an army to protect us."

Bird Bath @thefairyleviathan & sageharpuia



After the onslaught of water, she herself saw her wind-based sibling walking in covered in grime and sand and all that fun stuff. most of her operations where cleaning the ocean so she never had to deal with a sandstorm persay but sometimes she’d kick up sand along along the bottom of the ocean to a similar effect

Levi then saw the I.M appear from Fefnir, as a very similar grin crawled across the ice-attuned Reploids face, making a slight giggle herself, as she had thought the very same…


May the victor fire the first shot.

Levi replied to the decided to also greet Harpuia “Yeesh, and I thought me going through that seaweed patch was bad news…”

Though, really, the cautious look on Harpuia’s face made her snicker as well “Yeah, come on Harp, we’re just playing a game.” 

Harpuia nodded carefully at Fefnir. It was true, after all, that he had run into a sandstorm. It was not particularly his favorite weather condition, especially not with what it did to him. The sand in his joints crunched a bit as he stepped into the room, almost like a scared doe, while keeping an even gaze on his siblings.

Their grins were unsettling. Just what was going through their minds? Perhaps it was one of those things he did NOT want to know.

He cracked a sort of slight grin, or at least what he figured was one, at Leviathan’s comment about the seaweed, although he was not sure how to respond to Fefnir’s taunt

He just wanted no part in this… horseplay. That was how humans called it, correct?

"I am just… not sure if I should get involved on this… ‘game’ of yours." He phrased himself, carefully, then sighed. 

Just what was that game? A battle with water?

"Excuse me." He supposed he was just interrupting… right?

Fefnir only needed Levi’s okay before the plan was in motion. Capture a bird, and make sure he got nice and ‘clean’.

But not without having some fun and forcing his socially inept older brother into warfare with them.

"Well too bad!" The fire guardian giggled and ran right over to Harpuia, and in a quick move, he grabbed his sibling under the arms in a wrestling hold, "gotcha, birdy! You’re not escaping from fun this time! Let ‘er rip, Leviii!"

He still had a hold of his own water mechaniloid in his right hand as he held his sibling in place. Nope, he wasn’t going to escape.

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

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#sageharpuia #madomadotsuki #au 



Harpuia nodded to what Fefnir said, adding his own part to the conversation. “Reploids find it hard to forget as well, although we can compress memories and store them if they take up too much space and are irrelevant. It’s a different process of discarding.” He supposed that’d sound weird to a human, but he had no other way to word it. However, he hoped at least what he and Fefnir had said would help her grasp the difference between their kind.

"I am, however, glad you are alright." He smiled, softly, in a subconcious way as he kneeled a little to see the child more eye to eye. It seemed she wished to get off, but he wasn’t so sure about the girl walking around after such fright. He offered his arms, regardless, to help her down or carry her. "Fefnir also said it was fine… don’t worry about it."

He gave a sideways glance at the other reploid, who seemed to be processing data, and looked back to Madotsuki as he suddenly recieved the file and IM from his sibling.


Interesting… I will go over the file once we’re done here. Perhaps I can give some insight…’ He sent, then refocused on the task at hand.

"… so you… reploids, right? Ah, doesn’t matter, you’re still people to me and that’s what counts… you… do not dream then…” Madotsuki had a bit of an awkward smile, as she held her hands by the edge of the stretcher and stuck a leg out down, her foot turned down as she tried her best to reach the floor… what a shrimp she was.

"… I’m such one big anomaly, aren’t I?” She rambled a bit, then noticed Harpuia’s offered hand, which she gladly took, getting the support to stand on her own. She then smothered her skirt to make it fall right over her lower body again.

"… suppose it was my fault that you… dreamed… so I guess you should not worry… and… come to think of it… maybe you technically didn’t dream… I mean, the dream was mine originally… you just saw my dream, which was my doing… I have no idea how it’s like, though… having dreamless sleep… are you guys fine with that…?”

Madotsuki then just rubbed one eye a bit lazily, her soft gaze shifting between Harpuia and Fefnir.

People, huh? Well, that was certainly a new one, but Fefnir appreciated it, and the smile on his face showed as much. He offered a returning glance to his sibling before he smiled wider and knelt down to address Madotsuki more easily.

"Honestly, as shocking as it was… now that I know how it happened and why, it was kinda cool!" Going into a dreamland was kind of neat, if a bit shocking to hear about at first, and certainly shocking to experience.

But the combined efforts of figuring out where the dream had come from as well as what had caused it had effectively calmed Fefnir down somewhat. 

However, he turned to Madotsuki and gently ruffled her hair with a characteristic smile, “just get your sleep, now. And if you have bad dreams… well… at least I can help again next time, now I know what I’m dealing with.”

He had never thought about the fact that he didn’t dream before, only accepted it as part of being a reploid. If anything, the reverse question was more puzzling.

The Guardian stood up and turned to Harpuia before saying, “we’ll come back in to check on you, but it’s probably best that you stay here in the hospital ward, in case your sleep paralysis returns.”

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

The Great Escape


It felt odd, really, to have his hand held in one so massive, much more so than any other hand he had willingly held. The claws did not harm him, and the steel, while a little cold, did not feel too uninviting. He had limited his interaction with reploids as much as he was able, so to be touching one like this was a fairly new experience in all of the years of his life.


He listened to the jackal mutos named after a god, looking at his face and memorizing his features. Interested, he observed as the reploid pulled what seemed to be a crossbow out of ‘nothing’. Subspace storage, they called it. It had existed for a while, but he had yet to see it in action from so close by. Contrary to what he had assumed, it seemed Anubis did know a bit about sneaking around, perhaps just not in territory he considered familiar.

"… That is certainly useful." He commented, quietly, and gave a nod of approval. Interesting. Very interesting. Noting the gesture, he quickly followed, trying to not make too much noise. They should try to not attract attention, as it would be counter productive to put the guards to sleep only for more to show up and surely investigate.

Skittering into the alley, he peered about when instructed, a curious expression on his face. In all the years he had skittered and ran through Neo Arcadia’s various segments, he had never really imagined there to be secret passages. Then again, he never really bothered to look.

"Alright. Where would it be?" He asked, quietly, as he narrowed his eyes and /searched/. His eyes were sharp even without regularly exercising his capability to deduce outside of guessing what passerby pedestrians he saw had for breakfast (other than when he sneaked into the core of the citadel to gather intel), so he figured he could be on help without having, say, a radar scope.

"Yosh…" He muttered, letting some japanese escape him as he finally found it, tugging slightly at the door to test if he could open it. No dice, his body was not strong enough. "Here." He muttered, trying to call Anubis’ attention.

As Conan searched, Anubis recharged the shots he had fired with more of the reploid neurotoxin, basically. He had a large supply of it, since he often used it when he needed to put down ‘maverick’ reploids, so to speak, or in the morgue. 

The shots themselves, however, were limited.

He refilled the three he had collected and put them back in the canister with the others while the small human eventually found the trapdoor. After placing his weapon back in subspace, Anubis made his way over to the human’s side.

Yep, this was definitely the spot.

"Stand back," he said quietly before he slipped his claws under the edge of the lid. He did a quick scan to make sure no one was watching before lifting it up entirely.

There was a ladder going downwards, and a sizeable tunnel. It would fit them both easily enough.

But the railing was clearly made for reploid size, not human sizes. He looked at Conan’s small stature, and he held out his hand, “climb onto my shoulder, quickly.”

He’d have to carry the human down. 

The Great Escape


Conan took a few breaths to calm himself, although he kept fairly silent about it. He was used to moving about without being seen, as well as controlling his small body’s faculties so he made little noise. It was a skill he learned over time, and he had a lot of time to learn it.

It seemed Anubis decided to follow, as the mutos reploid had followed him into the alley. Glancing up quietly, he gave Anubis a critical, analyzing look as the other spoke. For now, they were safe, but it would not be for long. A quick glance told him there were other guards nearby, other guards they would have to slip past. For him, it would be easy. For the reploid…

At least he was wise not to speak up of his plans, not until they were out of there. He nodded in agreement, deciding to drop the act for now. It was not something neither of them could afford, it was not something that would benefit anyone in any way other than to keep his secret safe… for at most five minutes.

They had to flee, no amount of acting innocent on his part would help them do that.

Carefully, he reached up, almost hesitant. He was tempted to give the mutos reploid a temporary name, but decided against it. He had a set cycle and, ironically, this four year period was slotted for Conan.

And so, Conan he would be.

"Conan Edogawa." He said with a wry grin as he took Anubis’ hand. Last names were a thing of the past he never used, and saying this one in particular… was painfully nostalgic. He gained nothing by using his entire fake alias of a time long past, other than just to jab at Anubis’ long name with his own. He had to stop himself from tacking ‘a detective’ at the end of that sentence, for his own amusement and perhaps self-torture. "You can call me Conan."

He paused, quieted his voice and dropped the amused grin that had found itself on his face for a few moments, his expression dropping to a severe level.

"I have a planned escape route that will take us to the southern outskirts of the city, near the defunct retirement facility." He said as his eyes narrowed. "However, I rely on my size to get past the guards. I don’t know anything… about your capabilities. What was your plan?"

He could not merely tell the reploid to follow him and hope for the best. It seemed the escape route might have to be modified to suit their new party’s needs.

Anubis managed to barely shake the tiny boy’s hand with his own massive clawed one, but he did as gently as possible before letting him go. Conan, huh? A name of olden times, the mutos reploid knew.

Why did such a young child have such an old name?

But then again, it was no time for idle thoughts on the child or his name. The Lieutenant General was on high alert as he pinpointed the locations of the guards around. There were five of them in this vicinity, and he knew he would have to take them out in a stealthy manor.

Therefore, fire was out of the question.

Anubis couldn’t breathe fire or use it like some of his brethren in the Jin’en Army, but he could wield it in weapons, despite his weakness to the element. No, his real talent lay within the medical field.

And thus, he decided not to use any of his signature powers, lest they gave their position away.

"My abilities are, in this situation, sadly, unique to me," Anubis replied quietly to Conan, "however…"

He pulled out a crossbow from subspace and a canister of ammunition, “Master Fefnir often set me the task of espionage aside from my other duties due to my abilities. My fellow Lieutenant General taught me more, having been tutored by General Phantom.”

The jackal shifted himself quietly into position and aimed the crossbow. With a soft -pew- like noise indicating the presence of a silencer on it, Anubis shot at all five of the guards. Whatever they were injected with paralized the mechaniloids and made them topple over in a heap. With them down, an eerie silence fell over the grounds.

Nearby, there was another alleyway, and Anubis gestured to Conan to follow.

He quickly took off and collected three of the five missile like needles as he did to store away and recharge later. The next alleyway looked normal, but Anubis knew better.

"There is a trapdoor here," he whispered, "help me find it."

The Great Escape



That was the first thought that flitted into the boy’s mind as he looked up at Anubis Necromances, one of the reploids under the armies of Neo Arcadia. He should leg it, he should run right now and never look back- No, no, doing so would make him seem even more suspicious.

However, he snapped out of his panic as he observed Anubis closely, noting the mutos was hardly keeping much attention on him, not as much as he was looking at his surroundings.

Scrambling to his feet, he tried to keep his eyes alternating between the patrolling pantheon that had yet to look their way and the reploid in front of him. Clearly, the jackal-looking machine was not too experienced with being subtile while casing his surroundings.

He gulped, listening to him, and was quickly able to deduce the following:

-Anubis Necromances knew just how bad the situation was.
-Anubis Necromances had no intention to stay. 
-Anubis Necromances had no intention to fight back. (perhaps he knew he would be overwhelmed)
-Anubis Necromances wanted to get out, get out now, and hopefully not be seen.

Nodding to himself, and perhaps a little for the reploid’s sake, he motioned for the other, then moved his head slightly towards the alley and back to signal to it. 

"We can’t just stay out here, come on." He hissed, quietly, and tried to skitter towards the alley that had been his intended target. If the mutos reploid followed, then it was all fine and dandy. At least he knew Anubis had no intention of reporting him.

Not unless he was caught and reconfigured like those Judges. He gulped nervously.

Taking the warrior along may just be his undoing if they are spotted, but as an ally… as an ally…

When was the last time he considered someone could even be his ally, let alone stay with him? Had his situation been different, he would have laughed at how pathetic he had become.

He tried to calm his breath once in the alley, and checked to see if Anubis had followed. If he did…

"Lets leave questions for when we are out of here." He would whisper. "Do you have a plan?"

Anubis merely nodded, not sparing any time for idle conversation. The human wanted to get out, and he certainly did as well. He followed after the human as quietly as he was able - he had already neutralised his signature so that he appeared as nothing more than a normal pantheon.

The Lieutenant General quickly escaped the sights of the guard pantheon, and as he followed the human, he did not speak until they had made it to the alleyway. There, he crouched down and quickly did a scan of the place.

There were guards around, but none of them bothered the two - yet. Anubis wasn’t going to take any chances.

Unlike his Master, he did not have immunity to the Gentle Judges’ brainwashing, or Weil’s…

Taking a deep inhale, he let it out in a sigh before he turned to the child he had met with some curiosity. Fefnir had briefly mentioned once to him about a child he had seen before, a long time ago… was this that same child?

Thinking about his master made him sad, though, so the mutos reploid shook his thoughts out.

At the question, he nodded, “there is a place I am going, but I can’t say much else to avoid ears that we don’t wish to hear us speak, hearing us.”

He held out a clawed hand to Conan, “I am Anubis Necromancess the Fourth. Call me Anubis. Your name?”

If anything, they should at least know how to address one another before anything further occurred.

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#anubis #rustedbullet #mmz3 

(Open RP)


Going to Neo Arcadia’s core was dangerous. He knew that. If he did so, he risked exposure. He risked everything.

However, it was the best way to gather accurate information, and while he was no longer officially working as a detective (having left that life behind when he could no longer keep his facade as a faceless private eye), he still wished to be fully informed on the go-ons of the ‘last utopia’. Knowing was power, and with the knowledge he could do… something about it. Maybe.

In the wrong hands, the information he now held would probably make the situation worse.

If he could take what he knew to those who could do something positive with it, however…

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He had to focus at digesting what he had learned, gleaning what he could from it and perhaps make a hypothesis as to the government’s next move. Weil was on a bid for power, the Guardian’s were all but out, leaving one remaining…

It was becoming a complicated, touch and go situation.

He skittered through alleyways of his planned getaway route, shaking off his thoughts to instead refocus on the actual important task at hand. Not being seen on his way back. Especially by reploids or sentinel pantheons. Either could bring him problems in the near future. He was near the outskirts of the citadel now… almost  home free.

Dashing past once he was sure he spotted neither, a third element suddenly came to his field of vision too late, and he collided with this stranger, falling to the floor on his rump while making an odd, startled noise.

Dazed, he blinked, looking up at whoever bumped into him while trying to slowly get up and shuffle to the darkness of the nearby alleyway.

This was the worst possible situation. If a sentinel pantheon looked over now…  He inwardly cursed, berated and screamed. This sort of mistake is the one he swore he wouldn’t make again.

This sort of mistake-

"Um…" He squeaked, trying to place himself so the stranger was between the pantheon patrolling and himself. His brain was reeling fast, and it took all his self control not to hyperventilate or let his frustration, anger and fear show. "Sorry. I- I wasn’t looking to where I was going!" He had every intent of turning around and bolting as soon as he was able. His body tense and coiled like a spring, it was difficult to act all innocent and cute, not when he was in such a state. He had to get out of there.

He had to get out of there now.

But the one who Conan had bumped into was probably just as frightened as the boy was.

With a yelp that was quickly stifled, the jackal mutos reploid whipped around to see the human child, and he visibly relaxed somewhat to see it was just a human. It wasn’t Weil. Not an enemy.

Or so he hoped.

Though… it seemed as though this boy was just as frightened as he was.

"Human child, what are you doing here?" he asked, kneeling down as he did so. But even as he did, he looked left and right, his optics never remaining focused just on Conan.

It was if he too was terrified of some unknown threat.

"Are you seeking escape as well?"

He would NOT allow himself to be captured by Weil! He would not be… changed… like his brethren. He pledged allegiance to his master, Fighting Fefnir. He would never let himself be corrupted. 

Unidentified Signals (@Fefnir-of-Neoarcadia)


To say it was a cold day would’ve been an understatement.

Snow fell from the sky in a flurry from the billowing black clouds from above making vision almost near impossible at far distances, almost perfect for this operation, Walking through the Neo Arcadian blockades, the snow crunching below her ‘boots’, was Fairy Leviathan, who was here on an assignment with her brother Fighting Fefnir to investigate this strange ship to seemingly have fallen from the stars.

It made perfect sense to her. Fefnir could easily help her clear rubble from closed passageways, if emergencies came up the two of them combined could easily take on anything that cropped up, and also, provide good conversation.

Fairy always prefered working with Fefnir, not that she wasn’t fond of Harpuia, she just always felt closer to him, given similar natures.

She looked up at this ship, the way it fell, like a sword in the stone. She had once heard a human tale about that, figured it was rather befitting of the ship as she gazed upon it for the first time, the colossal structure once flying through space. a slight chill went down her spine, something didn’t sit right today. It wasn’t the cold, that never bothered her anyway.

It wasn’t often he got to work with his sister, but ever since Harpuia took over command of Neo Arcadia, he had been finding himself more likely to do so. That was perfectly fine by him, though. He loved working with his sister.

Like her, the cold didn’t bother him at all. In fact, the snow flurries that landed on his naturally warm armour simply melted off after a few seconds. 

"Jees…" Fefnir looked up at the ship himself. It sure was a big one. Like out of a fairy tale…

"So this thing is what crashed, huh?" The Guardian spoke out loud, "what the heck are we supposed to do with this thing anyway? Destroy it?"

Light dammit Harpuia - it was just a colossal bundle of mortar. What use did it have to them?

"What do you think, Levi?" he turned to his sister.

Family Visit ( @thebattlewornhunter )


X nodded at Fefnir’s question.

"Yeah. I… Think Zero would feel the same if he was here." X’s eyes closed, imagining how things might have been in some different world for a moment.

Then, after a second, his eyes snapped open, leaving the ‘what could have beens’ behind, just where they belonged.

However, X had a sly smile on his face as he ran a hand over the blue chaser.

"Y’know, if things were different I’m sure you two would have been close friends. Zero always did enjoy a challenging sparring partner." It was still hard to talk about those days, but…

He’d kept silent for far too long, and those tales… He’d share with Fefnir and the others if they wanted.

However, he had a ride chaser to prepare.

Laying against the cold cave floor, X slid under the blue chaser, tinkering for a few moments. As he prepared the chaser for Fefnir to learn on X spoke again.

"Fefnir… I’ve been thinking for a while… Did… Did your X ever recognize what you and the others did while you served as guardians…?" If he’d had a human heart it’d have been beating wildly out of nervousness.

Zero would feel the same, huh… Fefnir looked back at the bike. Whatever mixed emotions he had towards his old foe were pretty much diminished now.

He highly doubted he’d ever see him again.

The former Guardian put his hand back on the ride chaser, as if to get a feel for it. Such an old creation… yet could travel at almost the speed of sound. Fefnir would be lying if he wasn’t a little excited by that.

He whipped around in shock when X mentioned that Zero and he could’ve been friends, “eeeeh?!”

Him? Friends with ponytail boy? HELL no. The red reploid huffed and folded his arms, “I don’t think so, father.”

He watched as the old reploid slid under his own ride chaser to prepare it when the blue reploid posed a question. Fefnir blinked a little and then said, “not at all. No one really has recognised anything we did.”

Why would anyone, after all? They weren’t heroes. They were just a group of cleaners plus a body guard.

What was there to honour?

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)