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"How used are you to anomalous objects, entities, and occurrences? Note that this does not apply to any supernatural beings such as Fallen Angels, Devils, gods, Angels, youkai, and any other mythical beings."
"None at all. Not that I am aware of."
"It should be that way, but that will change very soon. Considering you are a member of the Foundation, of course. Now, how uncomfortable are you with the idea of seeing these anomalies?"
"...I guess it won't bother me."
"I will need a better answer than that. You will be questioning reality and your sanity in many cases while working with us, I want certainty, son."
"It won't bother me at all."
"Perfect, then let's continue."
Chapter 2
"That's it?" Ethan scowled when he looked down at the leaf of paper, then back up at the tall woman who appeared to be in her twenties.
Despite her appearance, he knew she was far older, and a cautious conversation with the Institution had him aware they also suspect she was not who she claims to be. She states she was simply a human with a strong connection with magic, but her abilities were far more than a human can learn in multiple lifetimes.
The Vatican sent a few messages, at the request of the Sigurd Institution, to Heaven, contacting angels about Maidame Curie, and while they stated she was not one of them, she is a reliable ally, going back to the Great Faction War.
With so little information on her while she knew so much about the factions, the Institution reluctantly accepted her into the ranks, keeping her on a level with moderate access to records. She didn't seem to mind, and Ethan suspected it was because she already knew the information they have.
He did joke about it once, and she only gave a wry grin. It sent a shiver down his spine that she knew about everything up-to-date. It was as if she founded or influenced the Institution's founding.
"Child, you know that you aren't property of this Institution, just like Sylvia, Jeanne, and I," Curie responded as she thumbed through another page in her novel, not looking at him. "You should know the consequences if they find out you have more classified information than you let on."
He understood her implications. If Valper caught wind Ethan knows about Kokabiel and everything the Fallen has done in the past, he would be disposed of. Ethan held less value than Kokabiel in the grand scheme of things in Valper's eyes.
But it still annoyed him that Ethan only got the name and race of the Fallen Angel.
"Curie, just why did you pick the Sigurd Institution? We both know how immoral they are. I have no choice but to stay, you, on the other hand, specifically picked this Institution to work with."
Curie didn't answer for a while, seemingly pondering about the way she would respond. She lowered the book in her hands and stared right at him, "You five will work temporarily together, you know?"
What the hell was that supposed to answer?
The two didn't speak more, and Ethan reluctantly accepted the answer, shaking his head before getting up from the armchair and walking from the living room of Curie's home to his room upstairs.
"When you all go your separate paths, you guys need a supervisor," Curie said before he left earshot. Then he understood her message, only partly.
Whether it was due to conflicts, or the disbanding of the Sigurd Institution, Valper's death, or any other circumstance, they five won't stay as a team forever. Curie intended to watch the backs of the group, one side more specifically than the other, probably.
It didn't explain the long-term benefits of her doing so, however. None at all. Neither would it explain why she wants to be their 'parental figure.'
He supposed it would stay that way for a while. If she didn't explain to the Archangels anything, what did he expect to hear as a human?
Ethan saw the lights to both the bathrooms on from the gap at the bottom and knocked on the door closest to his room, "Hey, it's Ethan. Tell me when you get out, okay?"
He heard a rustling of clothes and the door opened, Sylvia walking out in matching, pink sleepwear. She grinned, "Well, I'm out now."
He nodded acknowledgement and went inside his room, snatching up a change of clothes as she walked downstairs.
Shedding his clothes, he entered the shower and turned on the water.
Emancipation Cult. That's what he labeled it. Sounded better than Hunger Cult, actually.
New cults are discovered every day, and many were now left unnamed officially. Rather than a name from their theme, the Vatican labeled them as Cult followed by a number.
Although Team Helios only found them recently(and by accident, Sigurd Institution actually sent them to find Immortal's Cult), the Emancipation cult seemed to have made a lot of progress and advancements that threaten civilians.
Especially the notes on a parasite that caused its host to essentially starve to death by consuming the food the host eats.
There were different versions, adjustments were made. Newer notes laid upon older notes.
But there was no sign of anything that related to the parasites other than the papers. No test tubes, no labs, or containers. Hell, there weren't any test subjects shriveled up. There was no possible way for the Emancipation Cult to clear away their work, nor would they be willing to trash months, even years of research.
Perhaps it was stolen by the Immortal's Cult?
Not to mention Valper shooed Helios away once he arrived. Essentially occupied their entire safehouse in the city near Tunguska River and forced them to return home. Didn't even want their assistance for recovering the missing projects.
Valper didn't want them snooping around with or without him, that was for sure. It was as if he wanted the research for himself. The man was walking a thin line, and sooner, rather than later, he would be excommunicated, maybe executed.
All it would require was a little birdie to chirp.
He heard a knock on the door, "Yo! You done there? My dick needs some washing."
The mocking tone and the crude wording was none other than Freed. Ethan stopped the water and cleared the soap from the tub before exiting and drying himself. Pulling on the pajamas, he opened the door and let Freed in, "All yours, bud."
"Thanks, partner," Freed answered with the stereotypical Southern accent.
It was possible Valper Galilei wanted to collect the Cultists' research and use them for himself. Whenever Team Helios completed and collected all the data they could find, it vanished, presumably to Valper.
The man was ambitious, Ethan knew from Curie that Freed and Siegfried were both results from Valper, among others, one man being Yuuto Kiba.
Although the latter was considered a failed project, he was by no means a pushover. Last Curie heard, Kiba now worked under a devil named Rias Gremory, younger sister to the current leader of the Underworld, Sirzechs Lucifer.
Ethan wouldn't be surprised, actually, if Valper was making an even more unethical and unorthodox project.
With all the Cultists information he had funneled to him, Valper might even have enough weapons to put himself as absolute leader of the Vatican.
Not to mention that Fallen Angel, Kokabiel, with his unknown role.
Sylvia came up the stairs unannounced, wide-eyed. "Ethan, you might want to come down here."
Siegfried left the bathroom, eyebrow raised as he straightened his uniform. "You look concerned."
Sylvia beckoned him to follow Ethan, and went to fetch Jeanne. Ethan knocked on the remaining bathroom door and called for Freed to come downstairs when he finished his shower.
He was greeted with a discomforting site. Curie was confronting a few dozen men, crowding the room inside and well more than a dozen occupying the yard outside.
They were dressed in various fashion, some wore a Men in Black appearance, others had a detective look with an Oxford shirt some with and some without a tie with long trench coats over their shirts, and even more men were heavily armored in SWAT gear, although the weaponry seemed much more foreign.
"I won't deny that these four individuals, and a fifth that should come down soon," Curie was saying, "were at Tunguska River yesterday night, but they would not be going anywhere."
"Ma'am," one of the coats warned, "This is business that is deemed within our jurisdiction. We only need to ask questions."
Curie was reluctant and the SWATs sensed her tension, slowly raising their weapons, but a suit man raised his hand and their weapons lowered. "Ma'am?"
Curie nodded, "I will allow it, but they will not be harmed."
"We assure they won't even feel the slightest bit threatened," he responded. Freed came down the stairs shortly after he finished his sentence. Even with the exorcist's bravado, he knew it would be smart to remain silent with this group.
"Will each of you follow us to the vehicles, we would like to question you separately and individually."
Curie frowned but made no complaint. Ethan didn't like it either, their phrasing of 'question' sounded suspiciously close to interrogation, or worse.
Nonetheless, the five of them followed the paramilitary members. As Ethan looked around, he noticed all of the men around the neighborhood. Possibly a hundred or more men occupying the streets, blocking driveways and intersections, watching doors and assuring residents there was nothing to be afraid of.
Five detectives led them to different vehicles, and Ethan joined the man who spoke mainly to Curie. They sat down in the spacey room of the van, Ethan in one bench, the coat in another, while the driver sat patiently with one SWAT in the backseat while a second SWAT stood stationary, shotgun in his gloved hands.
"You were in Tunguska River, correct?" The detective began.
"Yes."
"For what purpose?"
"We were sent to dismantle the Emancipation Cult."
The detective scribbled a note on a legal pad and nodded affirmation. "Emancipation Cult? Strange, we haven't heard of that."
The way the detective stated made him seem arrogant, bold. But looking at the way these men worked, Ethan knew they should be omniscent, these men tracked Team Helios from the Tunguska River all the way out to Seattle.
They reached far, very far. "We call them cults," Ethan picked his words carefully, trying to explain in a way that allowed this agent to pinpoint who they found, "But I guess it could be a group you actually knew. These-"
"Stop," the detective cut in, "You say cults, why that term? From your previous works, these people aren't praying to a specific being."
"No," Ethan shook his head, "They don't. But each group we dismantle all find a unique to harm humanity. This Emancipation Cult was working on a...parasite. I think it's a proper name to call it. They are creating a parasite to spread to humans just for the purpose of starving them."
The detective turned to the SWAT and they shared an unspoken exchange. "I see. I might be aware of that."
"What do you mean by might?" Ethan questioned. The detective didn't respond. "There was another thing you might know of. I named them Ganesha, but these are creatures created from corpses, I don't know what the cult did to bring them back to life."
"Another cult," the detective wrote down, "I think at this point you don't need to call them cults."
"I don't?" Ethan uttered in confusion.
"The Chaos Insurgency frequently does this type of work, using class D personnel for their experiments. You simply ran into a few groups."
"I don't follow," Ethan said.
"I don't expect you to," the detective replied as he scrawled a quick note. "I think I have a good idea of what you have seen yesterday, no more information is needed. I'd like to focus on the cults you have taken down before, though."
Ethan reluctantly answered the detective, telling the man what he knew about the previous cults. Luckily, he got some information from the man's quick answers. Some of the cults were linked to the named Chaos Insurgency, others were independent groups that simply got their hands on what the detective called, "anomalies."
Unfortunately, the detective had easily dodged any questions Ethan asked about these anomalies and never once made a transition awkward, it was as if he knew what to say to drop the questions asked and have Ethan answer the detective's own questions.
When he was done, the detective nodded to the SWAT, who raised the shotgun. Ethan tensed and quickly laid a hand on the bench, only to inhale as the officer shifted the gun while opening the doors at the same time.
The detective noticed the reaction and seemed interested, "May I ask, are you working with the Vatican?"
This caught Ethan off guard, "Uh, yeah. Although we're technically under command of Valper Galilei."
No point in lying. Besides, he didn't like Valper much anyway, Ethan could care less if he got to be moved to a better leader.
The detective nodded, "Nice to know. Team Helios?"
"Yes."
The detective elaborated no further and hopped out the van after the officer. He joined the other four detectives who were speaking amongst themselves. As Ethan walked forward, the SWAT held out a hand.
"Stay until told otherwise."
"Yessir," Ethan didn't know why he was being compliant with this person specifically. He tolerated being inferior to the detective, but only because that man was blatantly more powerful than Ethan.
Perhaps it was the same with this officer? He knew of real-life SWAT teams and while Ethan labeled these armored men as "SWATs", they were clearly on a completely different level.
They weren't even marked as law enforcement. "SWAT" was just the best way to procure a picture in his mind.
Sylvia walked towards Ethan, face filled with concern, but she only got within a meter of the officer when he stretched out a hand, "Ma'am, please stay where you are unless further instructed."
She glanced at Ethan who shook his head. Sylvia nodded solemnly and stepped back, frowning as she waited.
Soon the detective nodded to the officer, Ethan walked up to the detectives and Sylvia lined up with him.
Strangely, he was glad she turned to him for assistance and comfort, made him feel a special appreciation from her.
The detective that questioned Ethan was clearly the leader of the five. "Your cooperation with the Foundation is archived and appreciated. We will make note to consider that in the future when we collaborate again."
Ethan and Sylvia turned to each other, and the detective caught the shared look.
"Yes, but you five, along with other exorcists will be aware if, and only if, we manage to find common ground with your superiors."
Siegfried scowled, "You mean you guys are working with the Sigurd Institution?"
The detective actually broke a smile from his stony face. "Not the Sigurd Institution, no. I meant the Vatican. But regardless, the Foundation will be taking precaution. Until we meet in the future, you will have no recollection of tonight, along with this particular neighborhood."
"What? How?" Sylvia exclaimed. She received no answer. The entire force began packing into their vehicles and clearing the barricades put up temporarily. The detectives and suits began filing away after vague reassurances of future cooperation.
Ethan and the four other exorcists shared looks to each other as the entire force left as quickly as they came.
They went to bed, sleeping through the entire morning. The five were listening closely for the sounds of vehicles, before fatigue overtook them, returning to complete a job they were given, but none came.
When they got up the next day, none of the five exorcists, nor did anyone in the neighborhood remember any of what took place early in the morning, just before dawn.
The Grade A amnesiac did its work properly and as expected. All normal residents remembered going to sleep and waking up slightly more tired than usual.
This also applied to Team Helios, they only vaguely remembered their operation in Tunguska before being dismissed by Valper and coming home, crashing into their rooms filled with nothing but exhaustion.
"According to field agents, the Vatican and its branches aren't too reliable." Murmurs of agreement ran through the other eleven people seated. "They don't entirely fit with our methods. Now, I understand I made a hasty decision proposing collaboration with the church, but a closer look reveals how messily agreed upon this contract is."
"Agent Adam from Team Alpha seems confident with a few," the man in the fifth seat brought up. "He knows..."
Fifth looked down at the sheet of paper in front of him and scanned the names listed, "Team Helios, along with Duo, Luna, Kinetic, and Jettison are good team to consider for Rapid Response Teams."
The man sitting in the first seat brought his hands together to steeple his fingers, "Do you agree?"
Fifth nodded, his eyes dark and calculating, "These are resourceful, outside of the command of the generic church fodder. People we can truly consider for the Foundation. If we require Securing and not Destroying, I am sure they can learn to perform the task."
Seventh brought up a concern, "But we have a...ah, wild card in Team Helios, and I believe two more total in the other teams if memory serves. I doubt we can rely on them to secure entities without destroying such entities or objects, we'll need to remove them from the list of on-duty agents."
"Then we'll need to be selective about the process..." Third stroked his chin, although the man wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, more to himself.
"We seem to share concerns that the exorcists will need a rigorous course in our vetting procedures, hands up for agreement?" All hands went up.
First nodded, "I will inform the Vatican once we adjourn. Onto the second issue, their supernatural entities. We know the Vatican fight Fallen Angels, Devils, Stray Devils, Evil Dragons, to name a few mythological beings."
He ended the sentence, causing the room to fill with the hum of the overhead LED lights, "Should we throw our forces against these threats? Are they dangerous enough for such cause of concern? Of course, the Vatican is urging us to assist them, and we have enough training to actually suppress the supernatural. However, our forces could use concentration on securing entities."
Second tapped at the desk with his pen, "That is our objective, but withholding assets just so we can preserve ourselves while we use up all their assets when we see fit..."
He gave a scornful chuckle, "We won't be getting any allies from them. I doubt any of their allies will be as powerful as us, but the Vatican reaches all over the world, we can need them as eyes and ears if we want to mobilize two-, maybe even three-fold as present-day."
"Good things to consider, Two," First replied thoughtfully, his eyes on the other man's for a moment, showing just a hint of satisfaction. "However, I am not stating we give no assistance, I'm questioning if it would be worth our time on their requests?"
Second narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Not all. Definitely not all. Is it possible to reserve our forces until they need to neutralize high-value targets? Such as Kadres or Evil Dragons?"
First nodded, "Of course, I will suggest that once I gain an opportunity. Anybody has objections?"
None.
"Then let's cast a vote, in favor of mobilizing troops for suppressing supernatural beings?"
The vote was eight to four, in favor or mobilizing troops at the request to immobilize or kill any(in their terms)Keter class supernatural entities for the Vatican, they were to provide supplemental or compliment training to exorcists otherwise.
Within the next hours, O5 Council had begun a video conference with the Vatican, beginning the official collaboration of organizations aimed at keeping the unnatural separate from the natural, keeping at bay the abnormal form ruining the normal.
Ethan woke up with a headache, feeling nausea as he sat up suddenly. Even when slightly turning his head, the room spun violently.
He hesitantly got up and left the room, holding onto furniture to steady himself. Eventually he gave up and collapsed on the floor, cursing.
Sylvia was at the door, holding a tray of cups, just before he shut his eyes to remove the sight of the room.
"You don't feel good, right?" He could hear her concern as she set the tray on his nightstand. She helped him up and let him sit on the bed, "We all felt horrible this morning, Curie told me. I wasn't too surprised when I saw you sitting there."
He grunted, "What happened?"
Sylvia helped him get a sip of a sweet concoction, presumably made by Curie. "I really don't know. We didn't exert ourselves that much back at the river, and Curie won't say what we did, but I think we overworked ourselves without knowing it."
Ethan nodded. "I see..."
He thought for a moment, grasping at a memory he hoped to find. "Ethan?"
"It's nothing, I remembered I need to ask Curie about that one man."
Sylvia's eyes went unfocused, "The one who seemed to be Valper's boss?"
"Him."
She nodded, "Alright, let's go. Only after you drink both these cups."
He protested but she was adamant, even refusing to help him stand to leave the room.
Ethan felt strangely happy she was paying him more attention. Not to say he was a puppy vying for attention, but it made him pleased she was willing to care for him when he needed it. He took the cup and drank slowly, chugging the drink made his throat tighten and the liquid impossible to swallow.
There was no vertigo, no longer feeling at the verge of collapsing. "Did you make this? Extremely effective."
Sylvia shook her head, but she had a thoughtful expression, "Curie actually made it, but I know every step she made and all ingredients used."
"Ah, let's go thank her then." Ethan rose from his bed and proceeded downstairs.
"No need," Curie smiled when Ethan gave his gratitude. "You guys needed a good recovery."
He sighed and grinned. "Curie."
The woman raised an eyebrow questioningly. Ethan gave a description of the man, and spoke of his character, along with the implied power.
Curie laughed softly and shook her head, "I know him personally. He is Kokabiel, former 'Angel of the Stars.'"
He remembered the name from texts in the Vatican. "But...former?"
"Mhm," Curie answered, chopping up vegetables and putting them into a plate, "He fell a while back, and is now a Kadre of Fallen Angels."
"Ah..." Ethan thought for a moment, "What can he do?"
"Nothing much," Curie answered, "He shouldn't be your concern now, very far from your concern."
The woman aimed the knife at the table while she turned her head, "You focus on handling Stray Devils and otherworldly creatures for the next week. The time will come eventually."
He gritted his teeth and sighed, accepting the answer. She usually gave these answers, hinting at future events. Not to mention this was her way of ending a discussion they shouldn't be having.
Sylvia broke the silence, "What's for lunch?"
Curie gave a shocked look, "Asking me for handouts? This is my lunch! I thought you'd wanted to go out with Ethan and get lunch with him."
Ethan looked at Sylvia who was flushed, a look of embarrassment crossing her face as she denied the accusation.
"Oh, so that was just Jeanne then," Curie mumbled thoughtfully. But the way she said the statement made Ethan think Sylvia really did want to go out, except without Curie exclaiming it as if they were already dating.
"She does that a lot," Sylvia added, avoiding Ethan's gaze.
"Sure, I know," Curie muttered, "Ah well, a shame. Would you want to go out anyway? Jeanne and Siegfried already left with another young man, while Freed accepted a solo mission from the Vatican."
Sylvia stood, "Of course, Ethan?"
Ethan stood too, "Sure. Who was that man?"
Curie set down her knife, "Not sure. I think I caught his name as Cao Cao. He was a dashing man, Asian if memory serves. Spoke a bit about a human-only team he had and if they wanted to join."
Sylvia and Ethan shared glances, "But what about us and Freed?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, "He also mentioned Sacred Gears. As far as I know, you two don't have one. Cao Cao wasn't impressed with Freed much. Not to mention, no Sacred Gear."
Curie turned back to her cooking, allowing Sylvia to grab his hand and pull him out the door.
Ethan didn't wish to tag along. In fact, he wanted to join Freed in his mission, a much better way to spend his day.
Time flowed by, surprisingly quickly. Sylvia cast some jokes, Ethan laughed at the punchlines.
When she smiled, he returned it out of instinct.
She allowed him to pick a restaurant of his choice for lunch, and she ordered the exact as he did when he decided on his food. He was astonished she didn't question if he gave it any thought at all. He just wasn't interested in investing time into the day with her.
He held an arm's load of clothes as he carried it back to Curie's home with Sylvia, before finally encountering Freed.
"Where have you been all day?"
"Bah, just had to go run some tests with the big ol' boss," Freed slung the words casually with a shrug. "Just boring bits."
"No mission? Test run?" Ethan asked, eyebrow raised.
"Oh, that. It was an all-in-one package, nothing split. Still boring. You?"
"Been a dull day, just a dull day. Running around doing jack shit."
Freed grinned, "Oh? That so?"
Ethan frowned, "Would have preferred doing something else, frankly."
"Ethan? Want me to carry the bags for you?" He heard Sylvia's voice and shrugged, passing the bags he held into her hands. The exchange happened to quickly, too quickly, he knew something was off when she pulled the bags from his hands.
Ethan focused back to Sylvia, and saw her familiar spirit was gone. Her smile was far smaller and her mood had become noticeably suppressed. "Hey."
"Hm?" She was disinterested, voice void of emotion. "Oh, don't mind me, catch up with Freed. You guys probably have a lot more to talk about."
Ethan looked back, realization dawning on him, and Freed's grin grew wide when he saw the expression, "You done fuck up now."
"Sylvia-" Ethan turned around and hurried to match her pace, but he never had the chance to speak, Curie had cast open the door, the light shining out down onto the yard. At the steps were men in coats and suits, watched by heavily armored men.
One officer stepped away from the van and nodded at the trio, "Sirs and ma'am, this is the first time you have met us. Are you aware of the SCP?"
The man's voice was filtered and slightly distorted behind the helmet and it's mouthpiece, presumably to prevent ordinary civilians from determining the officer's identity.
It was hollow and deep, masking the human's identity behind it. However, the voice emitted was not quite robotic, the voice was just disguised by the scrambler.
Calm and authoritative without being too commanding.
Ethan looked at Sylvia, but she purposefully avoided his gaze, shaking her head as she stared forward. Ethan looked at Freed with a look, the exorcist shrugged nonchalance. "No?"
"Good, you shouldn't," the officer responded. "Otherwise, we would have had a problem on our hands, brother. Tonight, we're here to inform you of an alliance between the SCP and the church."
The helmeted man nodded his head in the direction of the detectives and Curie, "In fact, we're informing your Handler the details of the contract at this moment. You won't need to know about the contract actually, but we'd like you to join us in an operation, understand the MT-the Mobile Task Force, and the Rapid Response Teams, you feel me brother? Get to know us and our procedures before you make the decision between the church and SCP."
Ethan looked over to the detectives, who was invited in by Curie.
"It's a deal of a lifetime, brother," he heard the officer say, "I hope you choose to join the SCP and pass the selection. Trust me, I say it's really fucking worth it. Not my choice whether you join or not, but you're really missing out on a lot in the church."
"From what we've heard so far, you are a good fit, you've met our critera, and answered in such a way we cannot turn you down."
"One question, why do you not mind anomalies? I've seen your eyes, son. I asked for certainty and both times you've answered, your eyes gave an absolute passion."
"I guess I've always been crazy. I don't think these will bother me at all."
"Let's be honest here son. You've seen an entity before, haven't you? The SCP never administered an amnesiac?"
"I never knew about the SCP, I don't think the event occured was noticeable enough for them to come, but...I've seen things that left me just..."
"...understanding there is some things we won't understand. Maybe not for some time, maybe never."
"What have you seen?"
"A black box. A square. I was forced to look in."
"..."
"You won-"
"Son, I know betrer than to ask. Let me ask you once more: Will you be bothered by these unusual anamolies?"
"I've seen worse, I will not be bothered. Not at all."
"That is all."
"Sir?"
"Sylvia? Can she-"
"Her...she is questionable. We cannot determine whether to accept her or not. Her willpower is extraordinary. I've seen her push herself, but we do not know if her mind has the endurance."
"I understand."
"I will not say emotions are forbiddin in operations, but don't get yourself killed over her."
"I know."
"We will let you know if she is a candidate for Omicron Rho."
"Thank you, sir."
Reviews:
doomqwer: I agree, some I feel would be 682, 096, 076, hell maybe even 2316 itself is enough to kill all of DxD. Although I'd like to see 682 go around killing all of DxD while cursing its ass off at how pissed it is and the fruitless efforts of everyone. That thing even survived not existing :)
Amatsumi: No, not the council, who they are speaking to is too much of an irrelavent figure they won't be speaking to him directly. Think it is the HR in a job interview, something similar.
Struggler-Sama Nerazim: Thanks! I hope it stays excellent and you stay awesome too :)
Aquaticmammals:Glad you're hyped! I hope the future chapters will be well worth the wait, as for Clef, I'll need to learn a bit about the doctor before I can bring him into the story, don't want him to be OOC!
Junior VB: Thank you! I hope this idea will stick a good one. Freed is insane, but I'd like to make him different, perhaps a good logical, well-developed character rather than the shit one we got in the anime :P
A/N: Sorry it took so long to release this chapter. I've been pretty much slapped with assignments(kinda). Every week I have a lab to do and I always have a week to finish the report and turn it in on the next time I have the laboratory class. My weekdays are kinda packed and therefore I usually do the labs on Saturday...Not to mention I put aside time to read some novels and also take a look at some SCPs that I can use.
And games. Gacha games. Oh how fun they are...Even on Sundays my day usually leaves little to no time to type up a chapter. I really apologize for that if you are hoping to read this on a relatively reliable schedule(read as "every week or every other week").
No promises that the next chapter will be released within a good time. Hopefully I can do it by Halloween, but hell, I'll be lucky if I can even do that. I still have to do labs every week and type a report on the weekends with no break in sight, along with other homework, and I have to begin getting off my lazy ass and get working on starting the ROV I have to finish by the end of the fall semester.
So times I may release chapters(if I make good progress with not shit chapters) will be Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas(or New Years), outside of that, other times will be when I hit my Spring Break or Summer Break. But that's considering everything's perfect, and life always makes sure that shit isn't happening.
Again, I apologize, and see you next time, maybe sooner if you decide to contact me on Discord.