Labyrinth-OCT

Aengus sprinted by at top speed and snatched up both robots while also carrying Nova as a backpack. Mp: What is the meaning of this, drop me right this instance! Nova: Shut up and listen! We’re in the end now, there’s no going back, the fountain of immortality has been revealed and it’s being filled as we speak MP: Are you planning on stealing the water for yourselves? Aengus: Hell no, we’re here to destroy it, all of us have different reasons for it. Nova: but for this plan to really work we need all the weapons we can get and that’s why we need you! MP: I do not wish to destroy the fountain Nova looked surprised and a little annoyed, Aengus’ face looked stern but then a smile formed -Well, that’s less assholes for me to carry. Aengus said ready to ‘yeet’ the robots unto the doorlet stampede Right as he was going to throw our “assholes” the yellow one grabbed the undead god while the pillar spoke -But I can still help you... This had caught Aengus’ interest. The machine then

"Talk about...what?" Maestrale tilted her head, closing her journal and turning her whole body towards the the stranger, wings half opened as if to shield something. "Anatolius...are you his friend? Did you come here to complain? I hope you're not plotting vengeance against me, because that's really not..." Chrys seemed unfazed by the homunculus and her suspicion. She smiled, brushing her hair, wet from the rain, with her fingers as she sat on the foliage bed. "Oh? No...no, you don't have to worry about that. Actually I'm pretty glad." The sorceress chuckled when Maestrale tilted her head to the other side, like very confused bird. "You heard well. I'm not talking to you as his friend. He doesn't have or deserve any, as long as I know." Maestrale finally closed her wings, ruffling them. Some black, thick drops splashed on the ground. “Tch.” She scoffed, still quite wary. "Talk about hate that's a wheel. You seem to know him pretty well.” "Yes...and no. But...it's not what I want

The dim light from a swinging lantern lit the way through the rain. It bobbed violently as it’s carrier jogged, holding a large broken door above a pair of heads to keep them dry. The only other thing that brightened the surroundings was the occasional lightning flash. It was a morning that was hard to tell had ever come since the heavy rain kept the sun from reaching the earth. Stone stopped in front of an open doorway, standing to the side to allow Kelso in before her. The Vima wasted no time dashing inside, shaking her head from side to side to rid herself of the rain that had reached her even under the makeshift umbrella of a broken door. Stone followed closely, lowering the soaking door to lean against the wall. She shook a bit as well, for the first time becoming very aware of the fact she had a tail. “I’m not used to that strength yet,” the great fish-cat chuckled under her breath, turning to look at the fins on her tail. She gave the appendage another little

Boom. A distant thunder echoed in the plaza, and Zolteotl appeared with a burst of dark shadows in front of a sealed building. They looked at the sky. It was full of menacing lead-gray clouds: the air was even more humid than usual, stagnant. Motionless, as the Labyrinth itself was waiting for something. The Tlaztal gestured with a hand to create a door, closing their eyes for a moment before stepping in. The door disappeared soon after. In a little, cramped room, heavily guarded by a Doorlet, there was something, someone laying lifeless on the ground. “She can't be dangerous anymore. And...Yeah, I know.” Zol sighed, and snapped their fingers, conjuring a golden choker and then putting it of the woman's neck while they talked to the Doorlet. “Almost time.” Chrysanthemum gasped as she opened her eyes, groaning and then sitting on the ground. “What...who.... ugh...” She stared at the Tlaztal and she rolled her eyes. “That was a super low blow. How long did you put

“Kelso, where going?” The Vima’s ears twitched back at Stone’s words the tiniest bit. She hesitated, focusing instead on pushing aside some of the undergrowth of the forest they were passing through. “We are going to train.” She finally responded, her tone flat. She did not turn to look at the fish-cat as she led her. Stone tilted her head to the side, pausing briefly before stumbling ahead to keep up. “Lide said no fighting?” As the larger woman spoke she bustled past Kelso, reaching up to hold some vines out of her way. Kelso stopped short, her nose angled down. Silently she looked up at Stone as the other woman tried to be helpful. Despite all the bandages that now wrapped her arms and throat the massive woman still smiled down at her gently. Kelso whipped her eyes back in front of her, brows furrowed as she pressed ahead. “Well, no offense to Lide but she’s wrong about this. And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Now more than ever