Corrupted Radiatons

by Michael Rogers

  Ordin: *He watched Rachael comfort Luna out of the facility.* "Report?"

  Dawn: *She pushed her glasses up with two fingers.* "Research and I have found the origin."

  Ordin: *He looked over his shoulder to the exit.* "Why do you persist in having those guild members in here? This is a very expensive and serious facility, it's very unprofessional to have them constantly walk in at their every whim."

  Dawn: "I used to feel that.. But, it was thanks to them that research was able to detect the signature."

  Ordin: "Hmm?" *He adjusted his helmet and took it off, revealing his face.*

  Dawn: "It's a creature."

  Ordin: *He tilted his head to one side in confusion.* "Creature?"

  Dawn: "Touch the Crystalline Membrane."

  Ordin: "None of this foolishness, Dawn. Grey has been very stressed lately." *He implied his time was valuable.*

  Dawn: *She shook her head.* "Please." *She motioned her her hand towards the crystal.*

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  *Lezard stepped on a wooden veranda and watched four flags rapidly flap in the non-existent wind.*

  Lezard: "All by my lonesome, how devilishly frightening." *He took a deep breath and pushed open the tavern's swinging doors, stepping inside of it.* "Now, how can I spread the word?"

  *Lezard looked towards the closest table and noticed a guild wearing matching green and white outfits.*

  Lezard: "Ooo, The Financial Guild." *He spoke to himself in excitement.* "The perfect guild to speak to."

  *Lezard hobbled towards the table, catching the guild's attention.*

  Lezard: "Why hello, Clinton and Rebekkah."

  Clinton: "Oiw!"

  Rebekkah: "Oiw."

  Lezard: *He scanned across the table at the other members of the guild.* "And friends."

  The Financial Guild: "Oiw!"

  Clinton: "Oiw, here for a deposit?"

  Lezard: "Negative, my paper personal friend."

  Rebekkah: "Withdrawal?"

  Lezard: "Hmm." *He rubbed his chin in an evil-like manner.* (Imagine what I could spend by myself and nobody would know?) *He shook his head, focusing back to Rebekkah.* "No, I'm here for something important."

  Rebekkah: "How could we help?" *She adjusted paper-made glasses.*

  Clinton: *He nodded his head in agreement, playing with his paper-made green and white hat.* "Oiw."

  Lezard: "Okay. You delicious children won't believe me, but there's this black demon-like thing, and-"

  Rebekkah: "A Scoldrant?"

  Lezard: "That's the plot twist, Bekkyboo. It's not a Scoldrant, but it's a humanoid figure. Not even Dawn and her friend research even though I haven't met him yet, couldn't detect what it was."

  Clinton: "No idea?" *He chewed on chip-like pieces of paper, from a plate full of origami shaped as food.*

  Lezard: "I've seen many things, but I haven't seen a demon like that before. I thought it could've been a type of Self-Inflicting Glyph, but it almost has scales."

  Rebekkah: "Sounds like the case of the creation of corrupted Neurons."

  Lezard: "Oh?" *He looked at Rebekkah, intrigued and surprised.* "What makes you say that?" (Our findings about this demon being the origin of corrupted Radiatons surely wouldn't be out yet-)

  Clinton: "Oiw! We're living proofs of this."

  Lezard: "You mean to say-?"

  Rebekkah: "All of us tried to play with forbidden Rostical."

  Clinton: "Oiw, Rebekkah?"

  Rebekkah: *She glanced at the guild.* "You all don't mind? It's not like we're keeping it secret."

  Clinton: *He hesitantly nodded his head, followed by the guild, as if they were giving Rebekkah approval.* "Go ahead."

  Rebekkah: "We tried to create money, oiw."

  Clinton: "You see, we were quite selfish and we wanted to create actual money to retire on."

  Rebekkah: "We were all very experienced Rosterology Users."

  Lezard: (Using Remenistal through man-made creations.) *He nodded his head in understanding, cueing Rebekkah to continue.*

  Rebekkah: "Something went wrong and all our bodies changed drastically."

  Lezard: "Like how you're able to eat paper?"

  Clinton: *He shook his head.* "We're made out of paper, oiw."

  Lezard: "Yuckies! So you're eating yourselves?!"

  Rebekkah: *She smirked, as if she understood Lezard's humour.* "We formed a guild and we're the owners of currency. We made a promise to help everyone else's financial problems, to make amends for what we did."

  Lezard: "What a little heart-warming story." *He spoke with sincerity.*

  Clinton: "It's not all that bad though. We can now create money."

  Lezard: (So, in the end, they were able to fulfil their desires, but at a significant cost.)

  Rebekkah: "This demon you speak of, it sounds like a similar process to what we went through."

  Lezard: "I understand."

  Clinton: "Oiw, but be warned. Our Rostical abilities became immensely powerful near the end of our transformation."

  Rebekkah: "If you haven't noticed, none of us require any Rosterology items to perform Rostical."

  Lezard: (So, this demon can get even more stronger?)

  Clinton: "What exactly did you want us to do?"

  Lezard: "Well, mostly all the guilds in Silver Wind Island come to you for their financial reasons, perhaps warn them about this demon?"

  Rebekkah: "Are you certain it's evil?"

  Lezard: *He recalled Luna shaking in a terrified-like manner.* "It wouldn't be trying to kill innocent Scoldrants if it weren't."

  Clinton: "We accept your request."

  Lezard: *He clapped his hands in a child-like manner.* "Yay me."

  Rebekkah: "If you don't mind, Lezard." *She glanced at her plate full of origami shaped food, implying they were in the middle of a feast.*

  Lezard: "Lezard takes his leave." *He giggled in appreciation and started to hobble towards Keeper, who stood behind the bar.*

  Keeper: *She smirked and placed a clean cup down on the bench, leaning over the counter in a relaxed-like manner.* "Lezard."

  Lezard: "If it isn't the kinky Keeper."

  Keeper: "Phrhrhr." *She chuckled at Lezard's joke and winked at him.* "What can I get ya?"

  Lezard: "Actually, I'm here of importance." *He spoke in a sarcastic, yet professional-like manner.*

  Keeper: "Oh?"

  Lezard: "Okies. There's this demon or, man apparently, and is the origin to the yellow-eyed disease."

  Keeper: *Her eyes widen in shock.* "Ya know how many guilds have died over beasts with that condition."

  Lezard: "We want to warn people about it."

  Keeper: "I've known The Rostical Guild for a while now. I know you guys know what ya's are talking about."

  Lezard: "The Remenistal Guild is on to it! Could you please spread the word to the other guilds?"

  Keeper: "I'm all on board with this. Of course, I'll spread word."

  Lezard: "Yay." *He clapped his hands and readied to leave.* "Thankies, Keepster."

  Keeper: "Phrhr, any time. When are you coming in for the next drink?"

  Lezard: "We gotta find Destiny first."

  Keeper: "Did something happen to Luna?"

  Lezard: "Long story. A story worth telling a drink over-"

  Keeper: "Prhrhrh."

  Lezard: "Bwarharh."

  Lezard: "Now that all the guilds will eventually know of this demon, time to go."

  Keeper: "All the guilds?"

  Lezard: "Yuppers?" *He slowly faced Keeper in confusion.*

  Keeper: "What about the other continent?"

  Lezard: "Jinkies." *He squealed with widening eyes in realisation.* (I forgot about the other continent.)

  Keeper: "If you go to the other continent's Silver Wind Island tavern counterpart, word should get around fast."

  Lezard: "Splendid. Details please, Keepster."

  Keeper: "The main guild tavern in located along The Skyler's Isle."

  Lez
ard: "Go it! I know where that is."

  Keeper: "How are you going to get there?" *She discreetly smirked, anticipating Lezard's next answer.*

  Lezard: "Get-, there?" *He paused to himself, as if he didn't realise the problem.* "Jinkies! I don't-"

  Keeper: *She pointed to a small cut-like scar under her arm.* "I owe you for the other night."

  Lezard: *He looked at the scar.* (When she cut herself on the broken glass?) "Don't be a silly sausage, I healed you because you're my friend."

  Keeper: "Phrhrhr, well, I'm giving you this because you're my friend, too." *She reached under the counter and raised her arm, throwing a small grey stone with dark purple lines in it.*

  Lezard: "A rare teleportation stone?"

  Keeper: *She nodded her head.* "It's only strong enough for a one-way trip though."

  Lezard: "Hrmm." *He looked down, staring at the stone in thought.* (I can get there and warn others about the demon, but it'll take me a day if not more to get back. Who knows what condition Destiny is in, and I won't be there to heal her.)

  Keeper: "Anyway, get outta here. Come back when you're buying a drink." *She winked at Lezard with a smile, implying for him to leave.*

  Lezard: "Ooo, scandalous." *He giggled and winked back while shaking his bottom to each side.* "A possible love interested for Lezard?"

  Keeper: "Out!"

  Lezard: "Bwarharh, thankies!" *He giggled and hobbled his way out of the guild's tavern.*

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  *Nathan, Karol and the champion ran through a forest, filled with blue-coloured grass and sapphire trees.*

  Nathan: "Judging by Luna's description, it's located near this area."

  Champion: "But there are many Spacial Funnels, there could be at least fifteen in one area."

  Nathan: (I know that, dammit-) "It's okay, we'll find Destiny and finally slay this creature."

  Karol: *He skipped behind the champion and Nathan, doing his best to keep up with them.* (The reason why Nafan is wiff us.. Once we destroy this creature that is causing everywon pain, what will he dooh?)

  Nathan: (I'll protect you, Luna. There is no way you're going to lose your Soul Linked partner.)

  Karol: (I felt really weak, but now I feel stwong?) *He thought to himself in confusion.*

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  *Blake casually walked across a golden shore, watching the waves crash along it.*

  Blake: "Zazark died 'cause that unsexy bitch didn't listen to me-"

  ?????: "So, you don't care?"

  Blake: "Who?" (I didn't even sense-) *He quickly turned around, noticing a man step out of a swirl of shadow-like smoke.* "The Consultant?" *He hissed under his breath in disbelief.*

  Ridley: *He cupped his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards Blake.* "Like I stated before, gather your troops and attack the guild that has caused us much grief."

  Blake: "S-Sure-"

  Ridley: "So go?"

  Blake: *He dropped down to one knee to show respect.* "I don't know where the guild is now."

  Ridley: "I'd say, kill them at Silver Wind Island, but Grey has that stupid guild's law, correct?"

  Blake: "The law how guilds are not allowed to fight in the city? Correct, sir."

  Ridley: "Well, gather the rest of your guild and pick them off one by one."

  Blake: "But that's unsexy!" *He looked up in shock, as if he didn't believe what Ridley said.*

  Ridley: "You aren't to show your strength. Use your entire guild and pick them off one by one." *He turned around, as if the conversation was over.* "I won't tolerate any more failures. Tara has come to me and expressed her interest in being the leader."

  Blake: (She did? That bitch!)

  Ridley: "I turned down her interest, but please don't make me feel like I've made the wrong decision."

  Blake: "Of course! You haven't, sir!-" *He blinked and watched a swirl of shadow-like smoke puff in the area Ridley stood.* "And, he's like, gone?"

  *Blake slowly stood up and brushed sand off his hands and knees in a girl-like manner.*

  Blake: "Fine." *He turned around and bent his knees, readying himself.* "I'll do exactly as you say."

  *Blake leant forward and flashstepped off the shore, causing a burst of sand to swirl around the remains of a faint buzzing sound.*

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  *Rachael helped Luna sit down on the side of a single bed, listening to people cough in the other rooms.*

  Rachael: *She felt Luna's hands.* (They're cold and clammy.)

  Luna: "I-It's like I-I'm watchin' a scary movie.. My poor kitty is out there, running for her life."

  Rachael: *She watched small cuts appear on her cheeks and arms.* "What's happening?"

  Luna: "The creature keeps finding kitty, so she's flying through all the branches."

  Rachael: *She contained her anxiety.* (Come on, guys-)

  Luna: "Gah-" *A large graze appeared on the side of her hand.* (Shit, she just brushed against a hard feelin' tree. How can it keep up with somethin' that flies?!)

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  *The champion, Nathan and Karol entered through another Spacial Funnel, finding themselves on a dirt path, causing Karol to gasp.*

  Karol: "This!"

  Nathan: "Not now, Karol. We have no idea where they could be-"

  Karol: "Nah uh! This is the dirt paff."

  Champion: *She looked down and smiled.* "We're getting close, Nathan."

  Nathan: *He smiled with boosted morale.* "Let's keep going. Are you okay, Karol?"

  Karol: "Yheah!"

  Nathan: "Let's go." *He took an exhausted breath and started to jog down the dirt path.*

  Champion: "Awesome find, Karol."

  Karol: "Nee hee." *He smiled with exhaustion and started to skip down the path after Nathan.*

  Champion: *She smiled to herself.* (The level of care each of these members have for each other.. It's fantastic-)

  Nathan: "Come on, champion!"

  Champion: "Oh my, why yes." *She smiled with her eyes closed and hobbled down the path.*