Bird Bath @thefairyleviathan & sageharpuia


Leviathan felt the ground rumble beneath her feet, almost losing her balance herself, but she managed to regain her ground, with ‘nailed it’ written on her face.

To continue this game of their’s, she stood proudly near him, speaking over dramatically “And so victory goes to the great Leviathan!" holding up the mechanaloid up in pride 

This lasted about five seconds before she went “pfft” and started laughing, looking over her fallen brother.

"Need help up, Fef?" She asked, still laughing "You shook up the ground real good there, You alright man?"

Victory? Pfft. If anything, he had granted her the victory by falling flat on his rear. The Guardian grinned, though, and let her celebrate in their play fight… for now.

In their play matches, it was always a test of who could fool the other, as well as direct attacks. And Fefnir always liked to make sure he could get one up on any of his siblings in these fights, as well as loose a few, too. For now though, his sister was walking right into his trap.

When Leviathan got close, however, he opened one optic with a smirk and said, “better than fine~”

And with that, the Guardian aimed his mechaniloid and fired point blank at the Ice Guardian with a gleeful cackle.

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Intertwining Fates ( @theheartoftresistance )


   The scientist nodded as it was made clear that the little escape artist hadn’t caused trouble. That was the last thing the science department needed if their prodigy to become a trouble maker. Watching as the little blond haired girl looked up at the other, then relieved that she didn’t cause trouble.

   Smiling at the small pats on the head before she was handed over to the scientist. Gently cradled but not held to close as if concerned about to much contact. Though Ciel didn’t seem to notice as she looked up at the scientist. Silently begging with puppy eyes to be allowed to see her new friends.

   It was a bit surprising to the elder woman that the reploid actually wanted to see the prodigy again. Though she couldn’t exactly make these decision on her own without talking with it to the others. Also wouldn’t it be a good idea for Ciel to interact with Reploid and learn how they work and live? Didn’t sound to bad but still she was catious.

   ”Well… If you promise to make sure she isn’t harmed and bring her back it can be allowed. Though I’ll have to talk with the others before it’s decided.” The scientist stated, it was simply protocol and while it wasn’t a guarantee Ciel seemed excited. After all this meant there was a chance she could get out of the stuffy lab more

   ”Thank you~!” Ciel piped, hugging the scientist in a burst of joy. A surprised and startled expression showed on the scientist face as the young girl hugged her. Awkwardly returning the hug as she was still holding the small girl. Before putting the small girl down and petting the small girl head once she stopped hugging.

   The small girl was now rocking on the balls of her feet while the scientist looked up at the reploid after glancing at Ciel. 

   ”It’s not a guarantee but as said I don’t think it’s a big problem as long as you don’t take her out of the area and keep Ciel safe. She is the future of humanity after all.”

Fefnir merely nodded to the scientist, and smiled at both her and at Ciel. The adorable smile that the little girl had on her face was enough to make anyone happy, and the Fire Guardian certainly felt happier around her just from seeing that smile.

He turned back to the scientist as she pointed out that there was no guarentee, but he bowed his head lightly to her before standing tall once more.

"I promise I’ll keep her to the confines of the Garden only. I work there every Friday to do my paperwork, and I promise she won’t be harmed."

He’d never dream of it.

With a bright smile at Ciel in return, he waved at her, “hopefully we’ll see each other again, Ciel.”

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Family Visit ( @thebattlewornhunter )


Once he’d heard Fefnir’s response, the ex hunter sighed in a bit of relief. He was pleased that it hadn’t brought up any sore memories, the focus being on that one aspect… Hopefully it’d be a good way to keep things.. Okay if they spoke of that time.

"I too loved the gardens. They brought me comfort." A small smile managed to slip past as he went about a rogue tree that grew on the side of the hill leading to his old cave system.

"…Actually, being surrounded by nature has always been soothing for me." Casting a sidelong glance at the guardian, surprised he’d never thought of doing the same.

"Doing my paperwork there would have been a good idea. Nice choice." X complimented once they were inside the cave.

Once he’d drawn back the tarps and allowed Fefnir to begin his observations, the aged ex hunter leaned against the cave wall, observing his son fondly. Thankfully for the crimson reploid, X decided not to pay attention to the near slip. He couldn’t blame him for almost saying that after all.

"Mhm. I used to be one of the best riders back when I was a hunter. I doubt I’m as good as I used to be but…" His eyes went a bit distant, an aged sorrow taking hold for just a moment.

But, he stood by the decision he’d made not so long ago. His past was not to remain chains for him to be ensnared by.

"…Zero and I used to race each other back then when we had free time. If we hadn’t led the maverick hunters in all those fights, I’m sure we’d have been cast in the brig a dozen times over the stunts we pulled on these."

Those times had been one reason he’d been able to keep his sanity through those difficult days.

…Although, it was strange, strange that he’d been able to utter Zero’s name in front of someone.

He quickly pushed himself off the wall, and headed over to Fefnir’s projection.

"If you like I could teach you how to run one of them."

Fefnir had to agree about nature being relaxing… maybe that was something he had inherited from his father… it was a nice feeling to know they had that in common.

He smiled at the old reploid, “thank you.”

The ex-Guardian listened as X remarked that he had been one of the best racers back in his hunting days, and while he felt for his sorrow, the playful reploid had to cover his mouth and giggle.

"I bet back then you got a lot of attention from the ladies riding these, right?" he teased. He knew, after all, that human females seemed to find the image of males riding ‘motorbikes’, as they had been called, rather alluring.

But he was quickly surprised when X offered to teach him to ride the aged vehicle. He pointed to himself in surprise before turning to the bike, and suddenly he became modest.

"I-I couldn’t! It’s a prized possession, isn’t it?" he stammered. What if he crashed it?! Fefnir had only ever ridden on Golems or in helicopters in the past!

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Fire-Branded House Call (@ wind-megaman)


Harpuia listened intently as Fefnir listed off how he was, watched as his expressions changed depending on what he was saying. He noted the fondness when he spoke of Atlas and Vent, he was getting better at identifying emotions, much better.

It was nice, he supposed, that Fefnir was so content with his new life. Sometimes, Harpuia liked to think he was as well, but his inability to do things had probably impaired the silver lining a little.

Sure, he missed his real form, he missed being able to do a lot of what he could as a reploid, as a cyberelf, but this body came with the strange sense of freedom from much other than to keep their Biomatches in check, to teach them, to lead them. It was what they did now, and Fefnir seemed to be right in the thick of it, right at home.

He supposed he enjoyed that aspect too, teaching Aeolus about his powers, bonding with his Biomatch as he had once with Aile and Vent, seeing the world without being revered in turn. His old life, he missed it, but his new life had taught him many things.

"You’re right about that." Harpuia said softly, a slight smile on his face. "We are what we are now because of who we were before. We reached this point because of the past, so we can’t discard it." He set his hands on either side of him, leaning back a little and using them as support while looking out to the perpetual sunset.

"It’s lively, where I am. There’s plenty of weird things happening all the time, bickering, but also a strange sense of tranquility. It feels like ‘home’, even if all of us make a really odd bunch." He admitted, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

"Aeolus and I, we don’t use visions much. We do talk, though. We talk a lot… about various subjects, I suppose. There’s a lot I did not understand before that I do now, there’s a lot my chosen had not seen in my way before. It is beneficial, and it’s also nice… not at all bad."

He paused, pensive, then tilted his head while glancing at the other Guardian.

"I think regrets at this point are inconsequential, huh?"

Fefnir smiled as Harpuia spoke more about his new life with Aeolus and his roommates. He was still curious about who they were, if there was more than one, but the wind Guardian sure wasn’t letting on much except being vague.

With a frustrated sigh, the red armoured reploid reached over and punched Harpuia in the shoulder lightly, “you really to excel at being vague, Harpu.”

He huffed at him before smiling and nodding, “yeah, no use regretting what has come to pass now. Just living and learning~”

The former Guardian kicked his legs as he leaned back on his hands. He smiled a little and then realised that maybe Harpuia was being vague to… protect him?

That was strange, though. What could he possibly be protecting him from? Was the roommate of Aeolus someone that would upset him? The only people that would do that were long gone…

But that’s when he realised… maybe that was the reason? Well, only one way to find out.

"Who IS this roommate of Aeolus’ anyway? There must be a reason you’re keeping it from me."

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Attack on W




Harpuia followed up silently, waiting for the two humans to start walking before moving himself, bringing up the rear of the line (or at least attempting to). Nodding to Fefnir’s brief explanation, he decided to leave any further information or thoughts until they met with Phoenix. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait long.

Clearance was a wonderful thing. He idly doubted Zero had the same opinion, with him lacking it and everything. It was a humorous thing to ponder, anyway.

Crossing his arms as they entered the room the green-armored General idly wondered just where the bird-like mutos reploid had gotten his love for the dramatics. The flair was just not needed on this sort of situation, in his opinion. ‘Drama queen’, Fefnir would say.

Or something along those lines. He almost smiled to himself at the banter between General and subordinate.

Listening to Phoenix speak of the case in person, the reploid frowned and turned a bit pensive. He had seen reports, but he had never heard the account being told of the mechaniloids being witnessed to leave the scene. This was vital information.

He decided to speak up then, now that Fefnir had given him the signal to speak, had he anything to add. And oh, did he…

"There have been several reports of this, although none before Phoenix had witnessed the mechaniloids leaving themselves, especially not after their signal had vanished." He began, shifting his position to one more comfortable, his arms now crossed as his back stayed ramrod straight. "The reports have all been in certain locations, those a ways from the border of Neo Arcadia. Never have more than seven mechaniloids vanished at the time."

He then paused, took a deep breath, and looked at the two humans they had brought along with them.

"Do either of you have any idea as to what this could be?" He asked, his eyes flicking from one human to the next - perhaps Atlas or Aeolus would have further information…?

Aeolus looked around once they arrived to the factory, his eyes curiously swallowing every detail they could. Quickly memorizing the path they were taking, although he doubted he could take it as well (he had noted that some doors required clearance), he made sure to walk in the middle of the line, pressing his comm softly now and again to speak some quiet words into it. He still had to coordinate with Siarnaq anyway.

Once they arrived, he almost flinched from the bright light emitted by the reploid he assumed was in charge of the facilities. Almost scoffing at the dramatics, he instead focused on not seeing spots everywhere, blinking away the overload of light on his optics, and frowned as the situation was explained.

Well, didn’t this sound familiar? He didn’t hear anything about this in any of the history accounts of this time, and it sounded strangely like a more subdued modus operandi of Model W.

He hoped he was wrong. He hoped some crazy bastard had managed to turn off beacons from mechaniloids and lured them somewhere to try and collect their scrap or something.

Anything but that.

"Always near the border, to lower the risk of being seen as they left." He muttered to himself. "Seems to try to draw as little mechaniloids as possible, but enough to know it’s trying to amass them, but for what purpose?" He spoke out loud, pressing his index and middle finger to his forehead as he tilted his head downward in thought. His brain fired rapidfire suggestions, anything that could not be, but…

"If it’s what I think it is, I’m not going to like it one bit…" He hissed, scowl deepening, as he resisted the urge to pace. "It never needed to really take away mechaniloids slowly, aggressive out of having insider support, but if it doesn’t have any here, then its actions make sense… it can’t afford to be discovered now, and it’s planning to do something with what it’s taking." He summerized, then glanced at Atlas, before looking at the three reploids.

"If I’m wrong about this then I’ll be very, very happy."

Appearing now at the power plant, Atlas allowed her eyes to wander as they traveled further in, the female plenty curious of its similar appearance to the Temple of Flame. That was, at least, the similarity of having lava pools in the building. Perhaps they were powered thermally? It would make sense to her if that were the case. Still, the warmth of the building felt comfortably familiar, effectively calming her nerves. Thoughts would not be foggy here, which would only be beneficial, considering the oncoming discussion they would inevitably have on this little incident they were investigating.

Glancing to Aeolus as he whispered every now and then to his comm, the woman rose an eyebrow, however kept quiet. Who the hell could be talking to, and why now, of all times? Could it not wait? I’ll ask him later, Atlas decided, before giving the red general her attention as he briefed them on the few facts they knew at the moment.

Suddenly, upon entering the room of their destination, a blinding light had her inhale with surprise, bringing an arm up to protect her eyes. Hearing a voice echo in the room, and subsequently Fefnir’s groan, the woman wondered, what the hell is this?

As soon as the light dimmed down, and the (apparent?) bird had landed, she dropped her arm, blinking several times to no avail, as there were still spots in her eyes. Drat, she had looked for a second. What a bother.

The two fire users’ banter went on for a moment, as she a bit grudgingly muttered to herself, “Mind telling me why blinding us was necessary…?” Who knew if she’d get a response; she just felt ticked off by the fact that her vision was now filled with several spots. They’d go away, of course, but it was annoying…!

Coming to terms with this, she crossed her arms, listening to the (jerk) flashy reploid’s report on his observance, and then Harpuia’s additional information. Frowning, she looked down to think a moment before Aeolus began his plausible deduction. The soldier sighed out of her nose at his mention of amassing forces, a reason already forming in her mind. Listening to the man’s words, his logic and insinuations opened her eyes.

It this, it that… Sounded exactly how they had spoken of Model W in the past. His mentions of it having insider support finally snapped the missing piece to understand this horrid possibility into place. Atlas shook her head, scoffing. Could it really be what he implied it might have been? What with all the time nonsense, she hoped to whatever gods above that it wasn’t. If it was not prevented from altering history…!

No no, those thoughts were poisonous. Right now, they had to say what they thought on this information, not their assumptions.

Being given a glance from the male, Atlas gave an all knowing look in return. “There’s no doubt in my mind that someone” or something “is forming an army.” What else could it be, though, if not the damn biometal? “Perhaps it’s…an enemy you know?” Any citadel the size of Neo Arcadia had to have some enemies, right? She hoped.

Giving Aeolus another concerned glance, the female tried express without words that even now, she wasn’t sure what to do. How could they keep it from the Generals if it was truly Model W? They would investigate, as it was their duty.

What to do, what to do…

Fefnir and Phoenix both turned to Harpuia, and then in turn to the humans as they had very different reactions to the news.

Phoenix, on the other hand, seemed to have an idea of his own, and directed his voice to Fefnir, “there’s only one reploid who I know of who has any kind of ability close to this, and-“

The Fire Guardian, however, cut across him sharply, “Anubis cannot turn working mechaniloids into zombies and you know it, Phoenix.”

His tone made it very clear that he wasn’t impressed with the accusation towards his subordinate, even if it was within Phoenix’s training to suspect everyone and anyone.

The bird reluctantly stayed quiet, and instead turned his attention to Atlas and Aeolus. The green clad male seemed to have more of an idea of what he suspected it to be, and he nodded at his deduction of what had occured. He looked at Atlas as she offered her own idea, and Fefnir merely shook his head, “the only enemy known to Neo Arcadia is the Resistance, and I don’t believe they would do anything such as this… though it is a possibility none the less,” he glanced at Harpuia for a moment before turning to Aeolus.

"Do you have something in mind?" he asked him. It seemed like he did, but he wasn’t being very direct with his opinion. If anything, it seemed like he was trying to HIDE what he knew, if anything.

(Source: modelw)

Bird Bath @thefairyleviathan & sageharpuia


The reploid first out a little yell from the suprise, but that quickly turned into laughter as she shielded herself from the oncoming torrent of water, using her arms to shield the torment.

"Fef you big dork!" the reploid exclaimed jovially, a big grin on her face between laughs.

Leviathan was already happy to see her brother again, it had been a while at that point, but to be attacked with a jetstream of water coming from a fire elemented reploid was good enough as is.

she herself had come for similar purposes, even in the ocean there’s still sand and various other grime that can  clog up her joints and motors and when your working with water, those aren’t the best things to short out

having a similar  mechaniloid in her hands, she grinned a devilish grin. looking to her brother

"Well I bet you didn’t count on my… counter-strike!" she exclaimed in an obviously over-dramatic voice , pointing hers in the direction of her brother, activating the spray, and pointing it in her brother’s direction

"I’m a dork with good aim!" Fefnir exclaimed as his spray was right on target. He must’ve caught her by surprise, not that that was too surprising. Sneak attacks on one another were just another form of their play.

The fire wielding reploid could only giggle and aim his mechaniloid at his sister before getting blasted himself with a stream of water. Where had she got that from? Was she getting washed up, too?

"Aaaaah, I’ve been hit!" Playing along, he put a hand on his chest and span around on one foot dramatically before falling flat on his back with an almighty crash that shook the floor. Whoops, he forgot how heavy he was.

"And thus… I die," The Guardian exclaimed dramatically before flopping on the ground to be still.

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Bird Bath @thefairyleviathan & sageharpuia

It was a fairly normal day for Fefnir - lots of getting rid of debris from the wars and cleaning up, and he was now back in Neo Arcadia to clean himself up and go and do his mission report, something he was very much not looking forward to whatsoever.

As he went to his quarters near the centre of Neo Arcadia, the Fire Guardian grabbed the small mechaniloid that sprayed out water. The Fire Guardian went to the wash room and began to clean up, as was routine, to get the dust off of his joints and other more vunerable areas.

Self maintnence was important, after all, for a reploid like him that worked on the ground and often got dust in places where dust was dangerous to go.

Once he was done, the Guardian dried himself off and gave his joints some self maintnence to make sure they were in peak condition, and then went to leave, taking the mechaniloid he had picked up with him.

It had a tank on the back for pressurised water, and it was good for spraying joints.

As he was walking along, Fefnir looked up and spotted none other than his sister, and with a big grin, Fefnir activated the mechaniloid with a big grin and yelled, “GOTCHA LEVIIIII” before activating the spray in the direction of his sister.

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#flamemegaman #nac #mmzxa #dance 

Dance ( @ flame-megaman)


It was a bit sudden when the fire appeared, so the female let out a silent laugh, as it did not disappoint. It certainly felt good to get to the moment she had been waiting for. Although Fefnir’s words had her pause in her thoughts shortly, as it was similar to what she had experienced before in many other situations.

But his seriousness brought up the important issue of handling it. With or without fear, this was still dangerous and very hot for a human. Even if Atlas trusted him to control it, it’d be more comforting to know that she could be without fear of being hurt much at all. Thing was, the woman had never tried to merge without a solid biometal on hand before, especially not in any vision. So far she’d been able to summon some objects, so Atlas could at least try.

So, at the next the next spin in their rotations, the human uttered the words “Megamerge,” and with a returning spin of flames to shroud the transformation, her hand caught his with one audible laugh. Success, albeit with no guns on her back; perhaps that was better. Horn to horn, it certainly made looking up more amusing. To his commentary on being consumed, with utter assurance, the Flame Megaman answered, “I’m not going let that to happen again.”

And now…  Somehow there should have been a way for her to create some fire in this manner as well, no? It was true there were element emitters under her feet, but she’d never learned used them before. Well, she’d figure it out. Probably. Atlas didn’t care so much as to the fact that it was finally a fire dance, and for once in a long time, she felt invigorated in her actions.

Why hadn’t they done this earlier?

While Fefnir knew somewhat what Atlas looked like megamerged, it was something else to see it right in front of him. The Fire Guardian blinked in surprise, but at her laugh and obvious happiness at what they were doing, Fefnir couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of his own. It was great to see his biomatch letting her hair down, so to speak, and actually enjoying what they did together rather than being a grouch about it.

“It is very strange to actually see you merged, you know,” he took a moment to let go of her hand and flick the horns on her helmet gently, “you inherited my horns~”

Not that it mattered - but it was something that amused him regardless.
“You should be able to generate your own fire now, too!” He retook her hand once more and then spun the woman around with a laugh as one of the fireballs followed his biomatch in the opposite direction. It would be a lie if he said he wasn’t having fun.

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

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#flamemegaman #nac #mmzxa #dance 

Dance ( @ flame-megaman)


Who didn’t like reassurement of success? Anyone would feel good, at least most people. Atlas was no exception, even if she didn’t always show a reaction to it.

Once the human had gained enough skill that they could move about without a second thought, that would be when the fun part would begin. But why was it so exciting to add mere fire to a dance? Well, Atlas could never pinpoint why she liked fire, but for no reason she just did and it made her happy to be able to use it as her element(, although she’d likely never tell anyone that. Being called a pyromaniac wasn’t good for one’s reputation). She was certainly looking forward to it.

Moving her hand back to its position as well, she replied simply, answering with a nod, “Let’s go,” in order to begin again. Somehow their practise was just as enjoyable as any of her training sessions.

So Fefnir hadn’t lied at all; it really was like fighting, somehow. Even if it made no sense at all…

The dances grew more steady, and faster, the more they practised. Soon, they were easily waltzing around the base of the fire temple, and Fefnir grew confident enough that he thought Atlas was ready to handle fire in the mix.

He wasn’t ever going to deny that dancing with someone else was great fun. And hey, Atlas hadn’t complained for once! In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, she seemed to be enjoying herself without too much provocation on his part. That was a relief to him.

As such, the Fire Guardian blinked his optics slowly as small flicks of fire formed around the base of his feet. It flared out and quickly circled the two dancers like little fireflies at first, but eventually it grew into thin streams as it circled around Fefnir’s body, and then around Atlas’ own, never touching, but the warmth was definitely present.

“The trick for this is to not be afraid,” Fefnir explained as they continued to dance, “don’t be afraid of being burnt, and just let the fire play with you. Be its commander and controller, for if you let it run wild, just like anger, it’ll grow too large and hostile… and consume you.”

(Source: fefnir-of-neoarcadia)

Time Crack - End

Not long after he had arrived in the future did Fefnir find himself thrown right back to where he had began.

In one moment, he had said his goodbye’s to Grey and encountered another human named Ashe - too many already. The Guardian had merely wanted to escape their company, and as unceremoniously as he had been dumped in Grey’s Garden did he find himself right back in the hallway where he had come from.

The Guardian blinked, quickly ran his hands over himself to make sure he was in one piece before checking his internal clock to find that barely 20 minutes had passed since he had jumped into the future.

Fefnir sighed deeply and then stumbled backwards to flop against the wall with a grumble. Light above, today had been a ride and a half.

First humans from the future possessing devices that radiated the signatures of himself and the other Guardians, a grouchy smartass getting on his case and making far too many good points for his liking, and him loosing his temper.

For once, he actually felt tired, of all things.

Fefnir never felt tired.

"I… am so done with today,” he grumbled to himself and stood up tall once more. Time to get some recharge and ignore everyone for a while.

Boy oh boy did he have some things to ponder.