no where to go but down.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate wasn't sure what was going on, should she feel sad? fearful? anxious? None of these emotions felt right to her to describe what she felt. Nigh somehow she felt indifferent about it. "I watched that girl... yet I did nothing." She thought about the situation, each time thinking of how she could come to the reality of it. "Even if I was not in control, I am the one who's head will meet the headsman's axe." The concept of death was one she had not felt the need to delve into the happenings of life after death. No, Meistra goddess of death would grip her hand and lead her into the afterlife, a dark black void filled with the souls of those who had fallen before her.

Even that was of no comfort, something was off. Not only had her other personality maintain control for a far longer time than what had happened before but in that time period that personality... no.... she had added three more bodies to her kill count, a list that despite her efforts continued to grow.

The last time her dark side had come out and left bodies on the ground was when  she was taking her final exam, the graduation ceremony.... The memory of the event was as vivid as ever.



"Soldiers of Vestura, Magi of Vestura! Today marks the final trial on your path to the everlasting glory that awaits all who fight on the righteous cause led by our king! As many of you have been made aware when you began this journey in the search power, in search of strength. All of you have seen death, looked it in the face and knocked Meistra's cold grip away! Today marks the completion of your training, the steps you have taken to to reach this power. As such some of you will not be so lucky."

Hecate looked out of the corner of her eye as the Witches standing beside her, each one was clad in the same white uniform, each standing at attention. None blinked, all watching with unbreakable attention, save for herself.

"You will make one final test the cornerstone of your training, each of you shall go into the woods. Of the 100 of you no more than 25 will return. But know this, those of you who fall, will be revered by those who claim your life."

Hecate saw her fellow students begin shaking, everyone feared death. Hecate didn't know if she did.... She had never been good with emotions, even as a child.

The forests were quickly filled with the sounds of the dead. Her swords had both already been broken still she had killed three of her fellow students. Their neckties taken as proof of the dirty deed. Her body was sore, small burns covered her exposed flesh. Rocks blasted apart by magic turned into weapons, buried deep inside her. Her victories had not been without cost. Yet the small feeling of satisfaction trumped the pain she felt.

"Did I do that?"

"Or did she?"

[Hecate Rothchild]

"Do you honestly think there is a difference between us?" Hecate heard the words in her head lurking... waiting.

"Do you still not get it you pretentious little whore?" The voice called out seemingly frustrated

"Without me you would be dead... long long gone..."

Hecate shook her head in vain trying to be rid of the voice.

"I will not have a conversation with someone who is not real." She called out into the lonely stone hallways of the castle.

"I'm not real? Funny, I am as real as you, in fact.... Who is to say I am not the real Hecate Rothchild?" The voice cackled wickedly inside her head.

Hecate moved herself unwillingly to the grand library. perhaps putting her mind to work on reading a book or taking a hot bath would help keep the voice at bay.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Even the grand library was not a place of comfort for Hecate who seemed to mope in to the marvoulous structure. The comforts of books meant nothing...

"Cant escape me by occupying yourself, I can always just do this." The voice said as the darker side of Hecate took control.

"It's as easy as one... two... three" she said with a sick grin.

Taking time to step down into the bathhouse she smiled. the waters from before still were steaming hot, something about this place made the waters maintain temperature.

"See, If not for me, you would still be a concubine for those soldiers. Forcing themselves onto you....If anything you ahould be thanking me for the.... artistic touches I left on them. Of course unless you prefered to be their little toy every night?" Her smile didnt wane as she peeled off the bloodcaked uniform with near reverance and set it on the stone.

"Red looks good on us, It looks better on us than it did that whore who trained you dont you think?" she said aloud as she set her feet into the warm waters twirling it around "Of course you would know better than most after the number you did on her." She said with a knowing grin.

Inside the subconscious part of her mind Hecate couldent find any meaning in the words

"Do I need to spell it out for you Hec...Ah...Tay?" THe dark her spoke with venom as she slid her body into the waters.

"You were the one who drew the first blood.... do you not remember the way flesh gave way when you drew your blades for the first time in anger? No of course you do... If you had forgotton you wouldt fear yourself... far more....than you fear me."

With that the dark Hecate went quiet, and yet hecate could still feel nothing.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate let out a loud sigh. Repressed memories were something of a nusance. Still she knew such memories were dangerous, such things threatened to break who she was. Still she was a soldier, she had been admitted into the most elite corps of witches the world had known surely she could win a fight against a pretender who was trying to make a fool of her.

The hot waters of the bath seemed to at last finally provide some relief for her. tho with the sun now beginning to set she found herself hungry.

The food left in the cool bax seemed to have disipeared slightly though not enough to discourage her. Warren's meals had been prepared for her, and all in all she was greatfull. The food was still far better than that of when she was training.

"Perhaps it is time to do some more training." She mumbled to herself as she finished the plate of food and left it in the kitchen area.

[Hecate Rothchild]

The courtyard of the castle seemed very empty, seemingly more so than when the castle was nothing more than ruins. Still she needed to figure out what to do to get herself stronger, Being a murderer was clearly a death sentence, and while Omni had stated that death was not the final door here in the omniverse... "Not something I plan on testing" she mumbled as she headed towards the main gate. The gate was open and the forest was littered with broken tree's, signs of her training the few nights prior. Perhaps she would spend more time training?

[Hecate Rothchild]

"If Omnilium is the key to getting stronger in this place, then I must er more of it and learn how to use it to get my powers back with no delay." Hecate thought to herself though even now she wasnt sure if she was talking to herself or if it was all in her head again.

Grasping the small orb in her hand Hecate drew forth her magics slowly trying to cummon a great rain of glacial shards.

Hecate closed her eye's calling forth the spirit magics that she harnessed. She could feel it The power laying deep at her core, the thing that gave her command over ice. Hecate openedher eye's the feeling sinking alongside her heart. "Nothing." she mumbled aloud, her face was one of pure frustration. Her Ice magic was considered good back home and yet here she was helpless as a babe when it came to controlling her magic.

"Strip me of my magic and what am I?" she asked herself "Nothing more than a little girl...."

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate waited expecting her other self to reply, but when so such reply came she smiled with satisfaction before answering her own statement. "No.... I am no helpless frail little girl.... I am a soldier of the proud nation of Vestura, lands of the great walled city, I am a witch of the Witch Corps." She said with pride, even if she id not agree with what had happened to her Hecate was making an oath with herself to ensure she would never again portray herself as a victim.

Turning her focus once more to her training she gathered her spiritual powers within her once again. Focus demanded she closed her eye's, it was though she was learning from scratch. Closing her eyes she pictured a fresh snowfall upon a backdrop of the remains of a once green forest. "Winter." She mumbled quietly as if chanting the words to a spell. She smiled to herself knowing that no respecting witch of the Witch Corps would never lower herself to using words to bring forth magic. Real magic required no such semantics.

Hecate continued to picture the scene of winter, a small cottage by the forest it's roof lined with dagger like icicles. "picture the sharp ice made into a weapon." Hecate told herself, her thoughts seemingly clear. Hovering about eight feet above her head a small orb of ice began to grow, spinning, gathering mass. Hecate jumped as a loud bang sounded off, the sound of ice shattering. The air was filled with the sound of whooshing as the shards shot out ahead of Hecate peppering an area of land, and trees. She didn't have to open her eye's to know what had just happened. "It's not the same as it once was but it will do." Hecate said as she finally opened her eye's to survey the destruction. Long thin shards of ice had devastated the area, embedded several inches into the tree's and stone. Hecate felt winded almost right away, something about summoning the orb had been a task, Something Hecate had never been used to. Still it was satisfying to no end to see the fruits of her labor.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate paused for a moment gathering her breath before attempting creating the ball of ice once again. Her eyes closed she called forth the large ball of ice. The thundering sound of the ice shattering, the sound of the deadly shards of ice racing through the air followed by the loud thuds of sharpened ice embedding itself into tree. Hecate could hear the sounds of birds taking flight, and small animals scampering around. It was surreal. The shards of ice from her initial attack had slowly started to melt even so a thourough feeling of victory was beaming on Hecate's face. Even if she was tired from using her new found.... old attack. Still she wanted to get stronger. "I need more... I need the Golem." She told herself.

The golem in her mind was one of old creation, a towering twelve foot tall sentient construct of ice and magic. Armed with an array of weapons such as a massive Axe. Slow and lumbering the golems were always a far cry from Hecate's speed but, in terms of raw destructive power the golems could not be beat.

[Cirno]

When the two entered the Green’s Cirno felt the muggy air blast her in the face. “It’s too warm . . .” Cirno whined truthfully as she was affected by the heat more than most creatures and it seemed to affect her body by causing it to be covered quickly in a sheet of sweat/water. Along with Daiyousei on her back she turned incredibly grumpy.

As the two traversed the jungle Cirno soon made Daiyousei get off; all the while hissing at her when the fairy tried to use her as a ice pack. “Aww come on Cirno-chan just let me use you for a few minutes!”

Cirno glared at Daiyousei. “No! You know how i react to heat!” She yelled as she kept her distance from the sun fairy. Daiyousei thought for a few seconds before starting to say something only for cirno to quickly butt in. “And before you suggest that you carry me to who knows where we were supposed to go your body heat will just make it worse.”

The sun fairy looked disappointed but continued to walk with the ice fairy. Time passed slowly as the two continued to search for the bounty. As the fairy’s continued to walk they apparently stepped on a net causing them to get caught. The sudden movement caught both fairy’s off guard and disorientated them to the point of not knowing what was up or down for a few seconds.

“Looks like we caught a couple of trespassers Frank.” a gruff voice could be heard as ‘Frank’ chuckled. Cirno looked towards the sounds and could see a older but buffer man with ‘Frank’ a lanky, tall man next to him. The older gentleman walked forward before looking at the two trespassers. “Hmm let them go . . .”

Cirno sighed with relief as the net dropped before starting to get crushed by the sun fairy who groaned in pain. “You alright Dai-chan?” The ice fairy asked with a worried voice.

A strained voice could be hear as Daiyousei spoke. “J-just peachy Cirno . . .” Soon after Cirno could actually feel the weight go off her back and go up. Only to get the annoyed look from the person.

“Now tell me and my friend why you are walking in our property? Now i would kill you if you weren’t children let me just tell you that.” Cirno’s face turned somewhat white at the thought. She grabbed the sun fairy’s hand and started to walk in any direction away from the two men not wanting to spend more time with them than necessary.

She didn’t know where this Hecate was but honest to god she was going to try to talk to her maybe if Eirin was here she could help her. But she knew the side effects the brain of the moon's medicine or treatments did were less than desirable most of the time. She continued to walk not letting the burning muscles or the exhaustion.

“Cirno i need to rest my wound has opened up again!” The taller fairy cried out in pain as she sat down. Cirno walked over to Daiyousei and started to lift her dress off. Once the dress was off she laid it down on the ground before pulling out a medkit and started to work on the wound rather terribly.

She tied up the last of the bandages together. She handed the dress to the fairy before looking around not sure of staying in one place. “Can you still walk or should i carry you?” Cirno asked with concern in her voice although she hated being touched when it was warm out and especially when it was hot out.

Daiyousei breathed for a few seconds before standing up. “As long as i don’t push myself we should be fine.” Cirno nodded as she waited for daiyousei to set the pace. Her mind grew dull as nothing really new was found. It was trees, trees and alas more trees. Hopefully they could find this ‘Hecate’ before things went south.

In the distance she could see a castle. She didn’t know how far they actually traveled; but it was definitely good that there was some actual shelter to let Daiyousei rest and recover some more. She soon walked up to the front door and knocked a few times before waiting for someone to show up.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate headed back into the confines of the thick marble walls of the castle, her body sore with waves of fatigue, still, her training session had been a very fruitful one. Recreating her icicle attack had been such a confidence boost that she now felt nearly empowered. Still her stomach did not share that sentiment as it gurgled loudly reminding her of her body’s need to eat. The kitchen and cold box that Warren had left was now empty, much to Hecate’s chagrin. There were vegetables inside the storage containers, but with Hecate’s limited cooking understanding it was destined for failure as she grabbed a few choice items, a cucumber, onion and radish. She threw the foods into a large cooking pot and added a but of water. Setting it on the surface used by warren to cook prior she watched as the water turned to steam and the smell of burning veggies filled the kitchen. Turning the stovetop off she poured the vile looking concoction onto a plate. Grabbing the hot veggies she bit in, terrible flavours filled her taste buds as she forced herself to swallow. “This is worse than the slop served in the academy.” She said to herself with a cheeky grin. Finishing the nightmarish meal she turned her attention once more to her library, even now this had been the place she spent most of her time. So much time in fact she had not yet been able to view her own quarters.

She settled down in a plush chair grabbing a book from the table beside her, it's thick leather binding creaked as she opened the book. The cover had been something written in old Vesturan, a long dead dialect used only by those who still walked the path of the Templora Executivas. The religious sect of assassins. The book she knew was written about the hero of old Elizabeth but even more so about her apprentice Cordelia, a woman who few knew about. Her story was one of intrigue, a former priestess of Anveel turned acolyte of Meistra. Her deeds we're so we'll hidden by the fanatics of the goddess of death that most of it even to this date was speculation at best.

The book was a journal, one that Hecate had never set eyes on before. Yet in this great library here it was. She was sure that among the thousands if not tens of thousands of books nestled neatly upon the thick dark wood shelves. Many of which she was sure we're ones she had never seen. She slid a small piece of cedar wood between the pages to keep her place as she made painstakingly slow progress reading line after line of information. Hecate's surprise came as she learned that Cordelia had felt betrayed by Anveel, after witnessing Elizabeth be executed for one of the missions the pair had undertaken together. “ The stories of old have it wrong if this journal is anything to believe.” She muttered to herself quietly.


Hecate heard a faint knocking on the iron banded doors leading to the keep. “There shouldn't be anyone near this castle.” she said as she got up and slid the book onto the table beside the large chair and found her way out into the courtyard. There were two people…. No kids standing at the door. She walked up behind the pair shocked to find one with a bad looking wound. “Can I help you?” She asked the duo, her eye’s blue but wide with curiosity.

[James Knight]

Deciding that he had to leave Coruscant, Warren had made his way to the Nexus about 5 hours ago. The trek from there to the gate that led to the Tangled Green had been taxing to say the least on his energy reserves. Yet, by the time he got back to the Tangled Green Warren felt safer because he knew he was headed home. Sure he had to deal with Hecate, and Yandere Lover at some point, but he could handle that. What he couldn't handle was having to relocate his home yet. Even though Hecate was psychotic, he didn't want to lose the side of her that he considered worthy of an alliance with him. Liquid dripped off of his clothes, and had soaked them clear to his undergarments as well. The liquid was sweat because of how humid the environment around him happened to be. 

Knowing that they'd have to deal with the problem known as "Yandere Lover" having an unrequited crush or so Warren assumed anyway, he decided he was going to warn Hecate. Such was a civilized thing and perhaps she could dissuade him from his current course of action. Really though the reason Warren had rushed back before he could get to Fort Zimmer- Rothchild was because he wanted to be prepared to deal with the individual once and for all. On Coruscant, his hands had been tied so to speak and he could not deal with the individual because of the law of the world. Warren Zimmer did not want to fool around with the idiocy possessed by the Storm Troopers because he had plans of his own. In addition he had no intention of going back to Coruscant - until he got someone who was skilled the law to get the Storm Troopers to lay off, because he didn't want to deal with it repeatedly. Really he needed his license that he had went through all the hoops to get to possess his weapons on Coruscant. In truth, he had not bothered to remake any of his equipment upon leaving Coruscant and was going to have to do so. In short he was not amused about the current situation. 

Yandere Lover was going to be dealt with. Yet when he arrived at Fort Zimmer Roth Child, Warren saw something he hadn't expected. Two people, and one of them was severely injured. They needed medical care. While he was a bad guy, Warren saw this as an opportunity. If he could bring enough Primes together he could have an army for himself. An army was something he definitely wanted, and so was worth wasting the resources in order to repair the Primes and make them willing to aid him. After all, having allies was better than going solo. Sure Primes could go solo, and some of them did. However, Warren intended on using the strength in numbers plan. 

"What is going on here?" asked the ignorant Quarterback of Chaos who didn't know what had gone at his base. At some point he needed to make some sort of camera system, or something so he could monitor his base remotely.

[Dane Regan]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX refused to dirty his weeb sword with such trivial things as thorns or vines. Perhaps Warren's flesh, should the man be foolish, but Hecate-sama could easily handle herself. He jerked to the side swiftly, narrowly avoiding a sharp piece of fauna. It sliced through the air barely a millimetre from his beloved Hecate-sama body pillow. He hardened his glare... perhaps it was time to strike back at the jungle that hounded him. Yet, he had been walking a very long time, and according to the map, he was definitely getting close.

Shrugging her walked forward, kicking and stomping down on another set of branches. Miraculously, he exited the mass of trees unscathed, and his body pillow was in perfect condition. And, straight ahead of him, was a castle. And, in that castle, right out front, were four people. Two he recognised: Warren and Hecate-sama. The other two looked like children. Perhaps, he thought, he might get lucky and witness her slay them all. They were insignificant little bugs beneath her feet. Weak, and useless. Distractions keeping her from him - her Senpai. Yet, he approached regardless, still holding the lewd and disturbing body pillow. At least, it was lewd and disturbing to normie trash like the two lolis near his waifu, and likely Warren. He was sure Hecate-sama would understand how cultured he was.

So, with that in mind, he continued plodding forward gracefully, one hand at the ready to tip his fedora the moment the situation required.

You can probably fit in some conversation before Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX joins you.

[Cirno]

As Cirno was about to ask if she could let her friend rest in the Castle she was interrupted. She went to turn to look at the person talking and her heart kinda dropped as she was fairly sure they were here for the bounty. She sighed before talking without interruptions this time and looked at Hecate once more.

“Now that i can talk without getting interrupted. Miss may my friend use your place to rest, also might i get your name?” She asked with slight interest. “My name is Cirno, and my friend is Daiyousei. We are looking for a bounty though we are going to try to ask her to surrender first and work from there.”

She looked at Hecate for an answer and got it in a slight nod before she walked in with Daiyousei. She sighed as she felt herself on edge as worried about the two that had showed up and there plans. Once they found a vacant room she summoned another medical kit and started to work on Daiyousei’s wound by slowly taking the bandages off, cleaning the wound and reapplying fresh medical supplies. “How you holding up Dai? And is there anything i can get you?” Cirno asked as she grew taller the stress messing with her.

“I-i’ll be fine Cirno . . . it’s just embarrassing to be cared after like this.” the big fairy nervously tapping her foot on the wooden floor.

“W-what’s your plan actually? I know you aren’t one to just let this pass idly.”

Cirno smirked as she formed the hammer and used the handle as a rest. “Well, i plan on murdering the fuckers that wounded you. Beyond that i don’t know . . . But i will do everything i can do in my power to help this bounty with her problem if its possible. I have a feeling i know just the thing to help her reign in there murdering spree. Training there will and mental control as i have would be there best chance i believe.”

Cirno sighed as she heard some coughing as she realized others were listening. She looked and saw Warren and sighed as she looked at them with slight annoyance. “What’s your name if i may be so inclined to ask? And how may i help you?” Her voice demanded respect and command and it could clearly show as she looked quickly and efficiently over Warren.

“My name is Warren Zimmer, I hope your friend here is doing alright?” The man’s voice had a slight concern to it. Causing Cirno to turn her eyes to slits as she was honestly confused and saying she was slightly annoyed was a understatement.

“Y-you go send a PSA on some person named Hecate, saying your too scared to deal with her yourself; and then here you are after i brought my friend out to help pacify this Hecate because you were too weak spine'd to do so yourself!” Frost and icicles started to form around her as her rage was rising. “GOD’S HELP ME WARREN THAT I DON’T ATTACK YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!”

She breathed a couple times at the silence at Warren before putting a mask on. She smiled rather normally while her voice had venom in it directed at the prime. “Now give me one good reason why i shouldn’t just try and kill; you right here and now?!” Cirno was ready to strike should Warren not tread this carefully; and was waiting for Warren's answer should he even have one.

Cirno now is in her Yuki-onna form just fyi as of this post.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Standing before Hecate was the two small children….”No not children.” She thought as she looked at the pair. The smaller one seemed to have the experience eyes of a veteran soldier, it was a trait that Hecate assumed few would have unless they had seen...done...or experienced something truly life altering. The other though taller in stature seemed more lacking in confidence. The heavier breathing had been a tell tale sign of at least some form of wound, tho Hecate opted to not say anything regarding that, instead she listened to the small warrior. She introduced herself as Cirno and her partner Daiyousei, they were here seeking a bounty as well as rest for her compatriot. Hecate nodded her head as she opened up the door to the keep, the thick wooden doors were banded with iron creating a sturdy door that contrasted the white and teal marbling of the walls.

The small one asked Hecate's name, seeming almost as if curious. That moment hecate wondered to herself. “Is this little person here because of the people that my other self killed?” Those she paused for a moment before coming to the realization the only person who knew her name was Warren. And though he had been gone for a few days there was no reason she could conceive that he would have a bounty posted on her. My name is Hecate Rothchild, sole survivor of the Rothchild family” She introduced herself with a small bow of her head.To her surprise the small elf had grown a bit and was now taller, Nearly as tall as Hecate in fact. Not only was her body taller, but her hair was now much longer “Your friend is wounded and needs healing, you are welcome to stay here until such time as your friend is ready to travel.” She said kindly as she led the duo into a parlor room directly behind the main doorway of the keep. The walls were very conservative in decoration leaving much room for improvement but for the purpose of treating a wound it would serve just fine. The two fairies as she was going to deem them started talking about the bounty they were in search of. Whoever it was seemed to have a problem based on the conversation, one that could be fixed by training. Before she could inquire further Hecate stopped, hearing the sounds of heavy boots on the ground behind her.

Turning her head and looking through the doorway she could see Warren approaching from the courtyard. Cirno seemed to see the man approaching as well, her attention turned to Warren as she asked him his name. His answer seemed to draw anger out of the now taller fairy as she began to almost yell at him about something called a PSA. Hecate froze when she heard her name mentioned, and her calm demeanor faded as she put two and two together. “Warren……. What did you do?” She asked, attempting to keep her calm lest her dark side make an appearance and turn this little gathering into a bloodbath.

When hecate turned her attention once again to Cirno she was surprised to see icicles forming around the woman. In an instant the woman's voice seemed to take on venom, it was the same way her own dark side acted… If she wanted to stop a fight from breaking out she knew she had little time to act, lest the fight cause damage to her castle.

“So Cirno,I see you are an ice witch too! She commented trying to defuse the situation

Deep inside her mind the Dark Hecate watched with bloodlust knowing this situation could become a glorious bloodbath, one that would allow her to redecorate the entire room in the most delectable shade of red…. Sanguine.

“Warren perhaps we should take our conversation outside, so as to avoid any confusion.” Hecate said, trying to contain her own anger. Despite this the struggle failed as she stepped into the courtyard from inside the keep. She turned around glaring at the people, a lustful look in her red eyes as she stopped. “So who wants to play?” She asked with her tell tale sickening smile. “Is it you bounty Hunter? Or should I show Warren what happens to fools who cross me….” She said as she turned her attention from Cirno and her friend to Warren and his fancy armor. Either way Dark Hecate was out and she wanted to see blood spilt upon the clean cobbles of Fort Zimmer-Rothchild.

Inside her own head, Hecate struggled to regain control, not only to stop needless bloodshed but also to prove to her dark side she could overpower and overcome her.

[James Knight]

"As to why you will not harm me, you are in my domain. I simply desired this side of Hecate,"  He gestured at Dark Hecate. "To never show up again. As I am not skilled at the parts that require altering the mind, I decided to call for help. At the time I left, I was scared of her." Warren paused for a moment letting that information sink in. "But then I realized something. I've been afraid of someone who is weaker than I am, because of a psychotic side of her that cannot be contained. However, there is no point to being afraid of someone that you can take in a fight, and then I realized that I have more than enough firepower to take her down myself." stated Warren. "However, if you wish to assist me in dealing with Dark Hecate, then the bounty is still on." Warren was not going to run the risk of alienating someone that he may need assistance with in the near future. 

[Dane Regan]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX was not impressed by the conversation he walked in on. Gently and carefully, he left his Hecate-sama body pillow propped up by the side of a tree, then focused for a moment, drawing his sixty eight inch weeb sword out of thin air. His waifu may not need his help, but this... This could be fun. Really fun.

He strolled forward merrily, hearts seemingly glowing in his eyes - yet hidden behind his fedora - as he walked to the front of the castle. His mannerisms were casual, with the sword in a reverse grip in one hand. Tipping his hat, his eyes met Hecate-sama's, before he scanned the smaller girls. They must be one of them Touhous, he thought. The little girl fairy thing meme - one of which he'd seen in Dante's Abyss before she used herself as cannon fodder. Somewhat admirable, he guessed, but he wasn't impressed. Then again, not much impressed him - only Hecate-sama could manage such a feat.

Lastly, there was Warren. The guy happened to be in the middle of proposing that both he and the ice fairy fight Hecate-sama together. If that wasn't enough, he singled out his waifus best personality trait - the 'evil' dark half. Oh, how Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX wanted to meet that part of her. For her to slay the fools in front of them. But, he'd come all this way, he wasn't just going to watch - that was lame. If he wanted to watch he'd still have a 2D waifu and be sitting in the basement back home watching anime. No, he was going to participate.

Briefly, he wondered if this counted as Isekai. The whole 'In Another World' trope. With that in mind, The Omniverse suddenly seemed a lot cooler - although his mother was her so that did kinda dampen the effect. Except unlike most of those animes, he wasn't going to get a harem. He was going to be with Hecate-sama, a beautiful woman who would slay any trash tier waifus that dared get anywhere near the two of them. It was positively delightful.

Smiling to himself, he put his hand firmly on Warren's shoulder from behind and gripped down as tightly as he could - easily as strong as the older prime's attempt at a painful grip when they first met. "You are Warren Zimmer, are you not?" he parroted, clenching his fingers a little tighter but not letting his actions show on his face.

With his sword arm, he shrugged the associated shoulder, considering leaning the blade on the ground but not wanting to tarnish it. Instead, he introduced himself to Hecate-sama and Cirno properly with a simple nod, not providing his name. He was skilled in the art of fedoras, able to tip it a little without even using his hands. All those hours in front of the bathroom mirror had paid off.

Still gripping Warren tightly, he bowed, using the weight of his unexercised body to push down on the guy's shoulder. "My apologies, Hecate-sama. But this man has set a bounty on your head. And, it seems these fairies may have come here to collect. I would advise that you prepare yourself for potential hostilities. Should the need arise, I pledge myself humbly at your service, my lady."

He was courteous. A gentleman. He could hardly demand her to love him. These things took time, and it took all his willpower to prevent himself from fawning over her. She was his Waifu. He was her Senpai. She just didn't know it yet.

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX relaxed his arm a little, giving Warren the opportunity to pull away before the Quarterback of Chaos resorted to too much force. The corner of his eye stayed trained on that man at all times, looking out for the faint glow of gadgets or any preemptive attacks the fool may have been planning.

[Cirno]

As the ice fae listened to each person respectively she cracked her knuckles as she looked at Hecate. “I’ll fight you. Also this will be a duel so both of you won’t interfere.” She smirked as Yandere lover tensed up as she was going to fight his love and interfering would be a bad idea.

“And Hecate can pick the place where we fight.” She let the hammer deform. She had a plan of action in dealing with the darker personality but it required nobody to interfere. “So where are you going to chose for our duel Hecate?” She was quiet as she was generally protecting Daiyousei with her body from Hecate as she clearly knew Daiyousei could only really bairly defend herself in a actual fight.

[Dane Regan]

Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX shrugged, then looked down imposingly at the child. "I follow Hecate-sama, not you. I'm here to even any odds, if she calls for it. Or any other assistance she may desire. It will only be a duel if my Lady agrees to it, and if Mr. Warren Zimmer keeps his nose out of the way."

Roughly, Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xX clenched his fingers again, then pushed Warren forcefully to the side. He nodded at Hecate-sama, using his now free hand to hold his fedora while keeping both it and his sword arm at the ready, relaxed yet prepared enough to deal with any sudden violence.

[James Knight]

"Very well, I will let you handle this one Cirno. I do hope you are able to get that part of her under control, so she doesn't go on killing rampages. I've got enough to deal with without her causing problems. The more she kills, the more attention she'll bring down on us, and that may be a problem with the Imperial presence here in the Tangled Green,"  groaned Warren. Really he did not need the headache Dark Hecate caused him. His gadgets were not active yet, at least not in a way Yandere Lover could see. His NFL-R was subtly being charged by Warren, but not to attack, but just in case he should need the communicator function, or any of the other built in devices it had inside of it.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate paused for a moment, her eyes turning towards a figure approaching from the treeline behind her. Her red eyes watched as the man walked towards her. He was clad in a long coat and wore a strange hat upon his head. He had a sword, one even longer than her own, similar in design she couldn't help but notice the blade was unmarred. “Another weirdo come to play?” She thought to herself as he approached her. The seemed to intentionally hide his eyes, almost as if attempting to portray a sense of... mystery.

The man walked right up to Warren without a word and clamped an iron grip on Warren's shoulder he began to finally speak. His voice seemed very fitting of a man such as him as he first introduced Warren to her then casually explained that he had placed a bounty upon her head. This confirmed her suspicion on what he had done beyond any reason of a doubt. Still the dark side of Hecate grinned wickedly. “Two bounty hunters!” She thought with excitement. Her excitement however was short lived as he referred to her as “Hecate sama” whatever that was. To top it all off he then pledged his life to her. Sure Prime's could come back, at least that was what that Omni fellow had said, but dark Hecate had no desire to kill these bounty hunters, “no death is too quick.” she though as her smile faded.

Her eyes looked to Warren as she finally spoke again. “Thank you Warren, thank you for thinking of me and bringing me some toys to play with!” Her devilish grin returned as her gaze turned back towards the two fairies. “Locking them into her dungeon…. Yes that will do nicely.” She thought, her mind trailing off thinking of how much she was going to enjoy torturing them within a hair of death.

The fairy Cirno began to speak, talking of a duel. Hecate knew of no such things nor did she care for the trivialities of such an encounter. “You fail to understand the situation you find yourself in little one….You come to my home, my lair seeking my head on a platter, then expect me to turn around and permit you a chance to make preparations for an encounter against me…” Hecate began, her smile growing as she slid the first of her two blade out from the scabbard at her side. “No no no, that just will not do…. Instead, I will take this opportunity to show you and your friend the warm embrace of my dungeon, where you will enjoy all of the benefits as befitting of one such as yourself. Of course you can resist…. In fact I really hope you do…” Hecate said as the second blade slid out from the scabbard on her back. The distinct sound of the sharpened steel of her spiritual blade as it glided over the bamboo scabbard was like music to her. Even if she hated the swords themselves, they did the job they were intended to do. “Regardless, of what you decide I will make sure you and your friend over there spend some quality time in my dungeon.” She said once more before addressing the boy in the coat and hat. “Boy.. have you ever held a sword before? If so I will permit you to fight beside me…. In fact… I would almost welcome it if you… incapacitated the wounded one over there.” She said as she pointed with the tip of her long blades at Daiyousei. “ I would hate for her to get away before the fun really begins.” she said with her wide grin.

Once again looking at Warren she addressed him. “You are more than welcome to help me hold down the little gift you brought me… I might even let you get a taste of her.” She said as she bit down on her lip. This was truly getting exciting…. Perhaps she could make a slave of this boy who harbored a almost fetish like devotion to the woman he had never met.