Ah My Goddess Fan Fiction ❯ Valkyrie's Mirror ❯ Act VII C ( Chapter 12 )

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Oh My Goddess! - Valkyrie's Mirror

Volume II

Act VII-C

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-Earth, fem side-

Megumi blushed a bit as she poked at her actual tiara. “Is this really necessary?”

Belldandy smiled, as she looked at a new earing stud in her hand, one that could attach to her jewelry seals. “It should not be overly controlling, as much as the sensors within, will help you keep in rhythm with your partner's own movements.”

Meg just felt uneasy at that, as the rest of the lot, now Chihiro laden, all looked over rather extravagant jewelery that matched the goddess mode. Most were elegant tiara, jewelry combos of common types, that fitted head, arms, some the waists, and some anklets, all nice and gleaming. And this on their normal clothing even. Skuld squealed as much as any lady usually would, though Chihiro just gleeped. “I feel like I should be readying for Miss Japan here.”

“Feels good, don't it?” Takano chimed, not minding the accouterments. Frig then imparted. “It's all easier than infusing nanites into your systems, or using all too obvious spells. Plus, a grrl just luvs jewelry. We simply do.”

More than a few lady like giggles ply, before Frig then imparts. “It'll all work, if I know Scetu's methods. At least, I hope Nephew programmed him properly.”

They all stop giggling. Belldandy blinks. “Should we be worried?” Frig quips back. “Worry not, as I will wear the same accouterments. What could be more ill?” Urd nearby just bemoans. “Can't believe I could think what 'can' go wrong there.”

Frig just ignores, and claps her hands. “Okay girls, inside for fitting.” Peorth quips at this. “You've been taking more of a lead as of late, DÃ©esse de Haut Niveau?” Frig just smirks. “It's my eternal nature.”

Belldandy then asked a tic worried.. “What of your current state, and added use of spell ability? Will it exhaust you?” ...whit Frig just fluttered her off. “After as much world building I do? It's the men that are more high maintenance.”

“No arguments there.” Takano agrees, none need else add. The evidence was taking place, all the same.

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-IllistrumStarship, blokes side-

Such as where... “Can't ya have asked us first!??”

“// Her Ladyship insisted upon my programming.”

Keiichi was gaining a dry appreciation of Frigurina's command, as the guys stood in an empty, circular chamber, sort of oval like all around in feel and appearance, and pearlalescent in hue. Sentaro asks... “Is this one of those cool imaging chambers?”

The Synthetic Commander nods. “// A holoimaging center, capable of projecting any desired environment, of any scenario and situation that can be conceived. It is a fitting place you were teleported enmasse, as you are of need to practice, for your ladyship of kin, this effectual eve.”

Most get confused, but Keima guesses. “We need dance lessons.”

“// Correct.” ...and then commands to the vessel computer. “// Image port the devices unto each of the accompanying wrists, now please.”

Everyone jumps, Tamiya and Otaki more than most, when their wrists literally shimmer, before... “Wha be DIS!??” ...simple bracelets adorn each right hand wrist. A simple, if mainly effectual, band of chrome silver, with a glowing blue 'jewel', set within. Keiichi pokes at it. “Yeah, what gives?”

“// This is a simple wavelength to nerve impulse translator. It takes whatever effectual signals that are fed into it, and translates the pulses, to the nerve centers of your bioforms. It is for your bodies, the same as a pancivilizational translator is, to speech parameters. With these, and a series of impulses that can be sent via my own sensory output matrix, you will be able to dance effectually, with little need to train.”

Sentaro of course... “Wow. Skuld would find this cool.” ...Keiba of more note... “I don't. Kinda seems weird.” Keiichi then asks. “Kinda involuntary. Plus, if you could send us... I guess dance moves, then who knows what else And what kind of dance moves then anyway?”

The Synthetic Lord just strides over to a floating holographic keyboard unit of white. “// My programming is adjunct to the vessel central comptroller unit. I can access the routines of hundreds of thousands of rhythms, that are culturally and diplomatically important, as well as ascetically and ethically pleasing. Some of such are core as even a language to several interstellar races that utilize such, in place of any vocal ability. Three even that have no other means.”

Keima just bemoans. “Just say you know a lot, and we can be fed it to these doohickeys, and save everyone a headache?”

Otaki rubs his own melon. “Yeah, not sure even Satoko would get all that.”

“// A nanite enhancement procedure could amend that.”

All male mortals: “Not a chance!”

Scetu just shakes his cranium unit. “// Mortal bioforms.” ...and then hits a few keystrokes. Everyone is verily surprised, of various amounts, when the plain chamber, suddenly changes into... “Wow, one snazzy ballroom.” ...to Keima's simple eye. Talos nods. “If this be one of this world. Gallant looking, nonetheless.”

Scetu then inputs another command string, one that makes Keima jump all over wildly, as static 'marionettes', appear all around the bunch! Keiichi sees, and teardrops out. “Practice partners?”

“// All the better to become accustomed, as well as increase sensory acumen with the devices. This is of course, unless you wish to remain amateurish in aspect, to your mates. This 'of' aspect to probability of replete preparation for your own, all the same. A waste of resources, I am told, that such is.”

The last was understood enough. Keiichi as best as any to put... “Guess I should try my best for Belldandy.”

“I'm spoken for then.”

“Huh? I didn't say that Da... OW!”

Troubadour just then spins about as Keiichi fights off another fatherly concussion. “Oh if this all just finally wins back Urdy's heart, once and for all!” ...this Sentaro quips. “Even after you left her first?”

Troubadour just drooping down, instead of balking back at the mortal lad, says a heck of a lot. Of a lot of things. Talos just more calmly walks up and pats the Spirit on the shoulder. “Don't worry, it's always been a long road to a heart.”

“Heh, Is hears dat.” Tamiya quips, which makes Keiichi look back at. “So you really are making you move after all, eh ol Sempai?”

Keima just looks blankly at Tamiya, as the old NITM head just head vices his successor. (And takes a note or two.) Scetu then informs. “// When ye are all ready, a changing chamber can bequeath you into proper attire, and then unto practice here. So, shalt we begin?”

And so they do.

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-Heaven-

“Povero sfortunato Templare. Let me ease ye pain.”

Imlade just squirmed, still recovering from that doozy of a punch, which made him both incapable of moving as he'd like for a bit, but also just enough for that moment, to allow Eihwa a bit more access than he was really comfortable with. The knight just queeped to this with... “Don't ye have your duties to perform!?”

Eihwa just cuddly-nuzzles away, as a few forms land nearby. Frode for one part, of weirded out note, just quips. “One should wonder where this one's heart is properly lain.” Ishara and Jora just half giggle, as Imlade's regaining strength, sees him struggling more against Eihwa's tightening grip!

Imlade then asks for some umpteenth time. “Please regress from me, please migoddess?”

“But you need consolatorio, after your trauma.” ..and keeps nuzzling. And as much as some weirded out souls, goddess, god, or draconic alike, just kept abreast of a goddess being quite honestly truthful, even Eihwa knew what was coming next. This as a deep, dark, dangerous, demanding shadow with steel blue hair, began to loom over them both, with coloration of an aura, meant for demons.

Or just one that simply... “Comfortable, are we indeed?”

Imlade just freezes, while Eihwa just quips back up. “A goddess is at one's best, when as so.” Imladris then fully half expected some immolation at hearing that, but then is surprised when Eihwa releases her clutch, to rise, and then quite respectfully bow before Lind.

“Congratulazioni, Dea Generale.”

Imladris rises and notes 'all', of the same family and friends (dragons included,) of immediate note, are bowing respectfully before the new General of the War Section. Imladris also sees the other Generals of prior Three, bowing their heads, the usual tact of an equal to another. (At least the version chosen here.)

Imladris then notes Lind's jumpsuit garb, has become much more extravagant, the coat tail lengths, expanded into an upper and lower half-cape set, slit in the middle each. The blue trim lines, doubled in size, with archaic Intracellic code of the Section, embedded and glowing. A half bell bottom like train adorns the outer side of each jumpsuited leg, from the knee, down the skin to the boot at the ankle, patterned in the same style. Otherwise, the garb is as Valkyrian as ever. With the new asymmetrical set hair tail length, a strange mix of serene beauty, with all that strict duty, somehow makes balance in the sight before a now bowing Lord Knight.

Lind smirks simply (and softly,) as Imladris keeps his reverent bow. The General then quips. “All the better do we, respect our Chain of Command?”

Imladris raises his head and quips. “Pardon, but again... what be the difference from prior?”

Eihwa giggles, as Ishara nearby bemoans. “As if his expenses to Medical weren't exorbitant enough already.”

Lind then espouses forth. “Now if we are done with activity, concerning myself, we all have a Ball to prepare for.”

“Really? Because all this satisfies me, pretty divine well.”

Eihwa just giggles back at such humility. “Such propriety, will not save tu, this night's eve.” ...and again a knight moans.

Jora then comes over. “Pardon my General.” ...Lind remarking.... “'Sister' will still do, where nominal.” ...Jora in kind. “Yes Sister. But perhaps, with ye preparations, ye should take his knightship, to an abode excursion most... personal.”

Lind rubbed her chin, as much as Imlade scritched his head. Eihwa giggled as Frode 'remarked'. “Perhaps ye should acquiesce to my Wife's desire for a grand child, of this chance most boorish.” ...this Ishara elbows Frode back with... “Oh please, their time alone is theirs, not ours.”

Imladris by this point just blanches... “I don't think such behavior would behoove, with the time alloted left.”

Lind 'agrees'. “Indeed. After all, it's not within my plans most personal anyway.”

Jora smirks. “But it is planned, no?”

Lind just smirks back.

Imladris wants to just leave.

Lind then espouses to her new and fellow 'Sisters'. “We will be preparing over yonder, in Brightwater then.” ...Hirund nods back, with a wipe to her locks. “Oh do please take your time.”

“Actually, I need to see how Lord Keiichi is doing, I... YEEP!!!”

Eihwa blinks at how fast Imladris vanishes with Lind, as Irtasus nearby just quips out... “Was thine always such a pith with ye goddesses, by and of love's whim?”

Generalsx3: “Replete by example.”

“It's not only he that have such 'worries'.”

That just gets Frode, glared at by Ishara. “Ye want another?”

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Almighty found the following meeting refreshing. Whit after Frigurina took Sigrun for some goddess level shopping, at the ritziest districts in the Goddess Mall. (Good thing this Family's account was 'Good'.) The Avatar kempt as such, as a couple of goddess escorts, bring this duo into sight.

And bows given by each. “: Of thee of the Heroes Invited, the World Plane of Tamriel I call of thee from home birth, I welcome you as Guests of Heaven and Intracel, under Yggdrasil our Home. :”

One a male of Redguard, and Sheogorath note of Cyrodiil (and 'above',) the other, the Nerevarine, a female of the Altmer of the same world, long since thought departed to Akavir. (If only truth were known.) Two individuals of a world as harsh as they come in the Multiverse. (Mundus being nothing less than what it once was, of ancient note.)

The two, hand in hand of distinctive note, bow. “We from past the Aedra veil, welcome your invitation.”

“Respectfully agreed.” The fem of long auburn hair toned out, very serenely, this in such tune with an apparent love, of measured strength. (If voice alone was enough to go by.)

Almighty nods. “: Then let us discuss for awhile, for I am curious of your merits. Any that can equal the other Heroes of Chosen, must captivate my ear readily. :”

“With some ale, if preferred.”

The Altmer not named, just hip bumps her equal Champion love. “Ever seeking drink, if not from power and glory.”

“Nor ye?”

Almighty smiled, seeing two that found each other, that none else could understand of them each the same. All the better here they are then. “: Then of ale we shalt have. And tales to swim by. :”

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Lind just sighed as they both flew on. “I am not as of yet, used to this treatment.”

“Welcome to thy world of my own.”

This as they pass more than a number of throng, goddess that knew well now, of the new General amongst them. The passing trip to Brightwater was not as short as Lind would have preferred. Imladris however, of a tender hand despite velvet upon finger, of gauntlet over. “It is in the end, praise. Little more. Even if it's annoying in aspect, upon too many a time.”

Lind gave a good snicker, a touch more understanding to the veneer she was peeling through, with every loving day. The one of note, has eye instead on a very little visited vista. “Brightwater eh?” ...this Lind looks up and towards. Ahead of them the first spires of the 'official' habitation zone for Heaven's grand family. The make up of the spires on initial sight made it seem there wasn't enough room for the vast numbers of goddesses, gods, and spirits that made up the populace. The sky here was strange that despite the obvious evening approaching, by Heavenly standards, the sky here kept a glow hue as of a morning through a silvery fog. The sight of all the crystalline water about, some pooled around trees, linked by streams, as others were larger as they approached the gilded spires.

However some of this lent to a much deeper landscape feel, as some of the waters melded into silvery mists, with more spires well below where the ground once was, the same on high and higher, as more and more spires appear within the haze, the waters in may places, floating to allow waterfalls that add more mists, the further into Brightwater taken, the mystical look removes any logical makeup of the place, as water and land, intersperse with air and mists. But the neo-new age feel of the place, have a point, as Imladris remembers well enough.

Each spire was not a true structure, rather a focal point for bending dimensional energies. The reason for this, was seeing the first floating 'doorways', ones that had so many variations to the imaginations of their assigned owners. Gilded, conventional, weird, golden, crystalline, granite. Even one Imlade saw that was made from sculpted caricatures of bunnies. The knight just wondered what goddess had that portfolio.

“Do you want to know?”

Imlade just chuckled, as Lind started leading them in a more 'leftward' direction. A bit up as well as he noticed. The further in delved, the vastness of Brightwater becomes more appreciated, once more. Some spires become incredibly towering, others mere pinpricks nearby. One of particular note, was a three dimensional snowflake shape that had sparkling doorways all about it. But another seen from 'this' far away, was so towering, nadir and zenith wise, that the knight was reminded of some of the immense star-stations that made of some of the fleet rally points, during his Galactic campaign. And those were small dwarf planets of their own make, making this spire the equivalent of five of Terra's skyscrapers, in combined size.

And one veered away from, in favor of a set of spires that started to look less elegant. In fact, a large set of floating spires, lost much of the water and waterfall cascades and pools, in favor of a strict mist, where the spires turned much more crystalline, verses the marble white sculpture spires, of most the rest of Brightwater. In fact the mist started looking more cloudy and puffy, a detail not noticed till now.

Imladris realized from the spires, that looked a mass replication of the Fortress of Solitude, or something such. “So this is where Valkyries live.”

“Assigned.” Lind corrects. “Most are a form of barracks, though many Commanders still reside here by choice. Others live in other parts of Brightwater. My family chose to remain where they felt most comfortable.”

“A military life is a comfortable one?”

Lind snickered at the euphemism, as they approach a nondescript spire with a handful of silvery doorways that floated around it. Other than shimmering blue fields around the doorways, there was little else it seem to them. Hence a lesson Imladris learned to look past, so long ago.

And they stop in front of one of these doors, about two tiers up from center line, a simple marble door that looked exactly alike the one from the Training Judicator's door back in the Central Hub zone. Imladris already having seen such door in the past, plus the Judicator in person now, appreciated this new sight.

And lost 'that', as Lind suddenly spins around. “HUP TOO!” ..to Imladris's immediate attention reflex. Lind quickly snaps off. “Ye are about to enter my family's Valkyrian abode! I expect utter respect within these walls, if you wish to live.”

“Absolutely ma'am!”

“No sassing or other derelict behavior, of nominal mode here!”

“Understood!”

“And no drooling and gawking like some tourist, while here!”

“...I... wha?”

“Excuse me?!”

“No touristy behavior Ma'am!!”

“That's too bad!”

“Why is that ma'am?!”

“Because I'm messing with ya!”

“Just like always MA'AM!!”

Imlade just bemoans the directed heavy giggle, as a couple of goddesses float by, wringing their ears out. Lind then settles her laughter, with... “I always wanted to do that, to you, here.” ...then turns to the door, but then angles her head back. “Ever since I first noticed you, in fact.”

Lind then wipes her hand across the door, as Imlade blinks. “And how long ago was that?” ...as the door opens, and both saunter inside.

Simple as that. Within however....

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Two sets of loves, were about ready. Not that Scetu or Frig knew what the consequences would be of all such.

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-Nekomi Tech Campus-

Aoshima kept his simple pace, having no apparent purpose other than just seeking out 'game', as his mind put it. A waning day that saw few students and other local folk about, too many on the arms of others, other soon otherwise. Aoshima just kept neutral about it, looking for arms not taken as of yet.

It never occurred to him, that his 'window' was closing of his time here, the Casanova of NIT starting to outgrow the campus he saw, as little more than cattle grounds. He never even bothered to realize, that the throngs he once had about him, were growing less and less in number by the day now.

And for now, ever since the bike show race, he was at an impasse to what to do with his life next, hence why the old stalking habit was in play here. Hence why the looking around for an easily twisted arm, gentlemanly or otherwise so done.

“Now, whom shall know the pleasure of my company tonight?”

“Whom indeed.”

The Casanova suddenly looked back at such a devilish sight, one in a simple black dress of gown length, her age 'settled' at Aoshima's own, her white-platinum hair draping about her shoulders, from her unique jewelery. The danger in just looking was bad enough, but Aoshima's heart took that one step further to this singular darkness. “And whom might you be, my lady?”

A CEO just smiled, knowing readily the stares she's getting from all around. “(Such pitiful mortal fools of the flesh. All the worse for We.)”

Aoshima restated when the vision didn't answer at first. “My lady?”

“Perchance, can we accost your arm, for a gathering this very eve? One most fashionable, and elegant, if over lavish the same.”

Aoshima pounced, thinking of exactly the opposite of what would probably happen this very eve. “But of course. An party will shine the brighter, if we are arm in arm to shine over them all.”

“Even if it is for a foe you deride, of an arm of one you wanted more than all else in your time here?”

Aoshima blinks kookily. “Er....”

The CEO just rolls her eyes. “Oh for lucifer the devil of we... a party celebrating Keiichi and your 'cherished' Belldandy? Do you want to crash that party, or not?”

The 'wanting' glint in the mortal's eyes told Hild, she had her ploy ready to go. It was seconded by... “Why of course, anything to upstage 'him'.”

Hild just smirked.... devilishly. “All the better for the results then.”

“Oh... indeed my dear.”

Hild just rolled her eyed at Aoshima's annoying chuckle.

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“This is your home?”

“The front foyer at least.”

A simple gilded cubicle entryway of size, was Imladris's first sight of Frode's home. One with three internal 'doorway' arches past the originating version. Lind started to head to the right most one, as Imladris looked at a few decorative vases and nick nacks that kept the theme of a white interior, one lit of a soft day outside, even 'still' despite the eve becoming formal in feel, even if to their souls alone.

A planar 'holding' area between the outside realm, and what lay within the 'rooms'. Words are withheld as Lind just waves a hand over her own personal door, a similar marble white door, with twin axes and a single wing, something Lind 'hears' from Imlade that needs updating, as the door opens, and both enter.

And Imladris's vision vanishes before him, as his arm immediately covers his eyes!! “W... wha...?!? Lind?! What's with this snowstorm!? Lind? Lind!??”

His vision, even covered with his arm, is blind anyway in the face of a pure torrent of a perfect snowstorm at it's apex! Imladris also quickly has a severe time just trying to stand, in the face of winds in excess of hurricane speed! The knight never had seen such a storm in his life! (At least no one willingly would go through such, even with armies and spells at command.)

And with Lind nowhere near in sight of sense, he quickly realizes this was Lind's way of 'introducing' her own malleable realm. A really harsh one that that.

Imlade just sighs, as his eyebrows get nice and crusty. “Such a loving breath.” ...and then a wind burst smacks him into a really deep drift.

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Lind 'elsewhere' just smiles as cursing and shouting comes across her lobes from somewhere in her personal realm. She then turns and heads to her bed chamber, away from a snowed over landscape, amongst something else more near. She lets her love have some fun, while she gets ready. She can already feel it, as Imladris wrenches himself through the storm, just like ever normal.

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The guests were about ready, the stage just needed to be set. Frigurina just rubbed her palms together after the Heroes left the Chamber Almighty. “Well, I need to take a bit away and prepare for a future godson's celebration here.”

Almighty just bemoaned. “: I do not understand, even despite Myself of Mind, how one so small can be of such merit to all of my personal kin. :”

Frig just looks back at her Eternal Mate, and sighs. “If you meet with him, then the mortal Morisato will show ye why he is of such merit. More without fully trying when timing is usually right. After all, the one you sent as his Protector, is of the same more, far more than even I expected at first. What with all that hammering to the brain he's took for so long.

Your creations are fully of merit, past their failings.”

Almighty nodded, and then made up his mind right there and then, to rectify that lacking. In person.

But first... “: Thy still must attempt to outdo my realm of choosing, for celebration here. :”

Frig just chuckles at the obvious challenge. “Ho ho? Well I guess I'll need to challenge that. (Not that I really could without changing Earth outright.) But hey, I'm the one that embodies creation from Your stead, You should know.”

A Mighty being hovers over and cups a love's facade in His hands. “: I've always known. Appreciate I 'always' will. :”

Know then that even kisses, were begotten from somewhere, even the most passionate of such. Such was demonstrated here, once more, and for awhile.

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And such Frig was swooning, while the rest were finishing up looking glorious, as she enters the Temple, her hands charged with powerful spell energies. She was swooning so much, she just went with the direct power approach, rather than the usual program spell chant. It took a bit more, but hey, she usually used up barely an amount with placing and forming biological elements on various worlds anyway.

Like she would spend herself on a mere ballroom spatial expansion zone. But she cracka-lacka like tried all the same anyway! She saw the nominal interior and then a gaze at the Buddha statue. “Apologies good sir, but a mortal hero deserves grandeur.”

And she cracked her hands together. A lot.

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The Incarnum Shield was holding steady now, which surprised Imladris, as he trudges through the deepest, coldest snow he'd ever been through. Somehow his mind decided it was such, despite being to a few of the coldest Outer Planes in existence. He'd even been to France, (but that's an old story.) He instead remarks to himself. “Is it me, or am I not needing to push it, with my spells anymore?” ...this as he suspects that last round of enhancements did something new.

But after a good half hour... or hour... maybe several since he couldn't get a true bearing on Lind's location, one he 'knew' was done in a secretive fashion.

And so about at some unknown point of annoyance, he just shoves out Evolution, and chants... “Burst a well of force that clears like the winds of stars!”

The snowstorm from heck and heaven, suddenly is burst apart by a globe of white-gray gravity energy, clearing the scenery for him to take a gasping look at...

...before the storm hits back TWICE as hard as before!!! Imlade sits up with a 'coat' of two meter thick snow! He spits out at this... “Dang it girl!!” ...and sends a second gravity spell out, this time having to keep it up to fight off the storm from actually obliterating him!! Such as the occasional stinging wisp of cold, wispy, minus eighty something degree snow that tried to strike back at him, like wintry whips.

“Do you have to fight me with everything!??!”

It was about that point a giggling sound, echoes around him, before the weather finally lets up, enough to finally allow him to take a second look, at the shocking sight he never expected from the thought of a mere 'room'. It was only now, that the time Lind told him, that Tyr Spaceport was so small in comparison, that this sight is put in icy clear perspective.

Such as the sight of a silvery-steel-blue, crystalline ice like city of 'huge', circular, and spoked note, come into icy clear view. Given it was the apparent center of a beautiful, snow covered, mountain valley, of blue, gray and white of heavenly note, the sight easily outdid any image of scene of such equatable, across any other such vista, across the multiple mortal world planes he'd ever been too.

“(Thank ye, my love and Seal.)”

Imladris snickered and realized... “Pocket dimensionalized habitation. Attuned to the power of a particular goddess of similar being.”

“(Indeed, you remember your lessons, if I remember them right.)”

Imladris blinked, changing subject readily away to... “I have to wonder just how large Belldandy's chamber-abode, is in comparison.”

“(A Norn would have such even larger, a world in size at least. I still can only generate a moon sized version, though I haven't pushed limit on my now empowered state, as of yet. Nevertheless, I am sure she will wish to show Keiichi in some time coming, since knowing her, the abode of such make, would be Eden of it's own.)”

“Coincidence of such chance then, amusing perchance?”

A Lindful chuckle echoes back over the Meld Link, as Imladris then sees the abode isn't unpopulated. This as a trio of icy-esc colored and frost trimmed like Seraphim arrive. A knightly bow in greeting kind, is returned... “Her Generalship is demanding an audience, at your immediate auspice.”

“What an shock.”

An icy 'whip', snapping at his hiney from cold, pure, thin air, just 'reminds' him of his manners. “Okay! Okay! Cometh I am... Yeesh!”

The trip done airborne, is not without sights, as detailed sight of around, sees creatures of many icy worlds and environs, are kempt here, giving both life and activity in this otherwise 'enclosed' ecosystem. Large bear like furry creatures, some kind of thick coated herbivores, birds of both angelic mode and native of other worlds, find comfort here, all given feed of life by the very essence of the 'room'. There is even 'huge' condor like creatures of icy environ birth, and even a couple of gargantuan Ice Phoenixes, their blue flames of burning cold giving credence that cold is just as harsh, burning and unforgiving as any heated fire. And example of life all the same too.

And crowning all such as they reach the semi futuristic city of yet still, an ancient feel, a meld of both themes that feels more directed than he senses it should be, within, a good population of similar Seraphim, apparently both as attendants, and from what he senses from Lind's mind, a desire to make the 'city' alive, as much as the surrounding landscape. He snickers as on approach, many are cheering him along, of a Heroes mode of praise. He just bemoans. “They're being just as impossible as the goddesses are.”

Lind doesn't hold back with those icy air-whips. Ouch.

And they approach a central spire of decent size, a good skyscraper of it's own make alone, towards a large overlook fit for a stadium competitive field alone, landing as a quartet, if at a hover above the icy clear blue platform. The knight bows to his escort, before he walks on in formally, his feet Incarnum reinforced to give grip otherwise impossible to beget.(A near bad spill from heck on just the first step alone enforced this. As did the giggling in said wake.)

All of this is likely Lind's constant razzing of the somehow still mortal bloke. (Read the earlier damage scene Hirund 'reminded' the bloke with.) This is likely so since as soon as he enters the enclosed chamber, his footing improves considerably. He however then loses feel of Lind for a bit, but is distracted from this, first by sight of a large bed of soft contours and a wave format, looked away from as he sees a archway to a large chamber, one entered to the sight a surprise.

A towering internal chamber that reached into the glowing blue, icy misty depths, with every smooth white surface covered by perfectly spaced Axes. Thousands if not more of them, covering every surface, where not so for open spots for looks from other hallways on below. Very far far below as it could be discerned. If not for the fact this was the apex of this tower abode, it could easily extend far above him too.

“Enough Axes, Migoddess?”

The knight does not delve past the initial chamber, keeping eye away from the bed, as he tries to sense Lind's location, all the while noting the chill from outside is not present. In fact, he notes his own lack of a chill, before he then notes a chamber off his left, away from the towering chamber behind him now. A moment of sensing not revealing anything, leads curiosity to lead him into this separate chamber, and the various work standard tablets of electronic type mode, scrolls of many kinds and makes, and even to his surprise, parchment type parcels of mode equal to Earth's own, as well as other worlds he knows.

He also notes. “A bit of a mess. Lots of tomes, to no surprise there. I... eh?”

A cursory glance around nets his all too keen vision, a stylized report in glowing script on a laminated type plastic parcel, shaped like paper, with every glowing but readable Intracellic script upon it. Such knowledge allows him to read... “Report standard 1932-236-M, Squire's Progress...? Eh?”

...whit leads to another parcel of similar make... “Combat report of World Plane Egressa, Squire's account.... that was the troll invasion I helped.... what the...?”

More parcels, and more and more, singular in direction. Reports, accomplishments, recommendations, admonishments, and even shortcomings reported. Even occasional medical reports with Ishara's Sigil upon them. He then turns from these, to the tomes, and sees a pattern, mostly from those his Generals imposed upon him, during the very long training phase of his Second Life in Heaven. And then the sight of some images that he never knew were taken, a few scattered randomly, others in obvious picture tomes he leafed through.

By the time he read through a rather extravagant report from the Command Training exercise he led that one fateful time, with Lind within his own charge, he was breathing rather shallow. “I... I should not be seeing this.”

And 'then', his mind felt prodded towards one rather large informational Padd, set rather prominently upon a simple shelf. Touching the light blue screen, it activates into a format he knows all too, too well. Leafing through the data.... “Galaxy 2189. The Galactic campaign.... mission reports... battle reports... wha... every.... thing...?”

He suddenly throws the device down lightly (sorta,) and gulps out... “What is this, a personal museum?”

“If that is what you want.”

Imlade spins around and reacts as if a child with the cookie jar, most caught. “Wh... what... how...?”

Lind stands there in a gorgeous gown of goddess ballroom fashion, a simple, body hugging number with a wide drape bottom, slit at the right leg, with a slip boot of a sort, that hugged the foot and calf there, with a Greco like fashion tie string that ran to the knee. An opening slant to the left abdomen, at the belly button, to the back. A crystalline-silken sleeve drape of the left shoulder, a smaller such slip upon the right to cover the shoulder, slender and asymmetrical in feel and appearance, white and trimmed the same as her new General uniform of earlier, a few added jewels of silvery, sapphire embedded glory and make, help shine a bit, though needless compared to the beauty before the knight. One whom is stunned twice more, as Lind saunters in simply. “I would gather that the Eddas would find this trove, most valuable to the same end. I've had such thoughts myself.”

“For you, there should be the same.”

Lind comes in close and waves a finger softly under Imlade's chin. She however focuses on a question, one of several racing through a Mind being felt. “I leave such data to War Section Command, the rest here before me now. And to let ye know now. Somewhere within the first couple of years. That was when I 'noticed' you. Only so done early on, as an annoyance that I wished to avoid, but one that even I found wanting more and more, as if each grain of sand, was fate slowly weighing me down with such thoughts.

Such is when I began to receive the first of these reports from Hub, and soon learned many had noticed I had as much an eye for you, as you begot for myself. Apparently the eye of Heaven came from many vectors and senses, when notice became more than even I knew of.”

Imladris just sighed and rubbed his armored over scalp. “I sense my nannies amongst those said forces.”

“You waited too long.”

“I wasn't good enough. Confidence and more all alike. I mean you guys really creamed me a lot, even before Lord Thor got a grip on moi.”

Lind smirked and was tracing her silver steel blue finger nails over his armor details. “Aye. I admit I had great trouble allowing such feelings in, accepting you even at first, one so weak, before I realized the same, especially before I learned of my unique nature of the Binary. Before I learned to trust. All along, I harbored feelings that I feared as much as you of me.”

Imlade sighs at that one. “Fear of the steel wall really. I'm not sure how to classify it all, other than just a child's level of fear, with that lack of confidence.”

“And you were yet magnificent in training, to meet my eventual approval, as much as your own standard to Heaven, as you said of it all.”

The knight then leans back onto a floating desk, full of such 'singular' stuff behind him, remarking. “And now, knowing my apparent former nature, and whom knows how much unsaid as of yet, I wonder if all of this was further destined in a way. Not that I think we were formally meant for each other, but that something was always there for us both, that had little else to describe it all as.”

“I'll believe that.” Imladris hears then as Lind espouses in a roundabout fashion, as she eventually ends up in his arms. “I've long given up notion of worrying about that same fate, and accept what I have now. I have to, as the future is written to apparently only two known beings. Not knowing what is to come, I 'have' to embrace what is given before me, from you, with the past as why I most want to do so.”

...and now in said arms... “And yes, all this here, is a grown demonstration of this. Yet it all pales to the end result here, in my grasp.”

“An iron grasp at that.”

The pinch 'through' his armor of right bicep... “Steel grasp. I know how to hold onto my Hero well.”

“All such is practice to effect.”

Such is the kiss in turn, deep and long. Very long. Time very much allows so, as it does ending Imladris's previous self admonishments. Hands roaming, arms intertwining, sounds caressing, hearts palpitating more and moreso. It only sank in to them both of mutual meld note, that this was the first time they were so singularly alone like this, to make out as passionately, of this much. It was not remised, for a verily good long note, until their passions were beginning to breach senses. Such was the point Lind 'agreed' with Imladris to stop. The point where armor and cloth were about to be ripped apart for bare skin and final passion. (And likely limbs for Imlade's part.)

Both break their lock, as Lind rasps out softly. “N... not yet.”

“Y... yea... uh... aye.”

For a very long moment in each other's gazing eyes, before Lind then imparts. “I want... to keep one last sense of purity. This last one, for now.”

“Interesting, given our mutual natures.”

Lind laughs at that one, but returns remark to... “It's one aspect, I want to save for a truly proper moment of my final choosing. Not here, not with any waiting or expecting. I know not truly what that point will become, but I still wait willingly, for now.”

Imladris, after a lot of soul stuffing down of emotions he'd never fought back so hard against before, just finally nods. “Agreed. By your choice alone.... then.”

But with his chin stiffly cupped in kind, such Lind asserts. “When.... then... you won't be resisting me, utterly.”

Such a weak giggle of weird fear is returned.

Lind then parts backwards and informs. “I will be finishing up. I suggest you do the same. Anywhere will do that is private.” ...this with a 'dab' at her lips, reglossing the silver-steel-blue lipstick that had been readily kissed away.

Imlade just sighs back. “With the Meld anymore, that is not so easy to accomplish.”

Lind retreats softly to a lasting tone of... “Nothing of myself, is as so.”

Imladris just droops his head. “Aye. So very aye.”

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“This is insane!!”

“Somebody help us!!”

“No mas! No mas!!!”

The Goddess Mall had rarely been so packed, outside of All Sales Day, in it's eternal history!! Heaven of course had a vast population that Earth might be able to approach one day, at least it seemed so here, given how MANIC the scene was al about with every turn of the head begotten!!!

It wasn't pretty. “Oyah.”

Chrono just giggled as she found amusement in Sigrun's sight of heavenly chaos. She just quips. “I guess this Ball is really 'that' popular.”

Chrono, sipping on a Heavenly brand of slurpy-juice, just shrugs. “Or just that word of your Master is that heeded. I guess he really did invite everyone. Would be like him.”

Sigrun nods in a teardropped fashion. The two already chosen their garb, was just taking in time alone with each other, away from other concerns, before the Ball commenced. Chrono's suggestion after the terse look Sigrun had on retreating from Almighty's chamber, was a fitting distraction of merit. Chrono kept an eye on her very long lost friend, and remarked. “I told ya, one day I'd treat ya to the Mall. A pinkie promise is always kept.”

Sigrun just smirked. “I thought those were meant for much more prominent things.”

“Oh, there's one in there for that too.” Chrono teases, but then adds... “But not telling ya what that is yet.” ..which gets a grunt back in turn.

“Greetings goddesses dos.”

Chrono and Sigrun look up as Ere and Ex float up with a few other random goddesses, of the Controller Section, each sporting a glowing cube each.” Ere just quips. “So, ye both ready for the celebration?” ...hence two similar cubes are displayed. Chrono... “Of course, you're all too slow, as always.”

“Yes kitty-girl.”

Sigrun just keeps reserved during this banter, but feels forced in (of her own vector,) when Ex comments. “So, how's our new little Norn doing amongst us today?”

“I was relaxing, if ye must know.”

Ere jabs a bit, which makes Chrono nervous as justified when... “Hard to know if one can do that with Chrono around.” ...with a good bit of laughter from the goddesses towards Sigrun. Something such that the returned Norn takes the wrong way, and suddenly shouts when the laughter jitters her too much... “Don't laugh at me like that!!!”

The lot stop stunned, before Sigrun realizes her tone was too harsh. She looks down and pensive again, whit Ere quickly apologizes. “Sorry... I...”

“I'm sorry.” Sigrun stresses back even more, a few tears dribbling... “The demons... they always laughed at me, so much. Never with me, always mocking me. I never.... I just never....”

The next thing Sigrun feels is a really needed hug from a long lost, and fully found around her, best friend. Chrono of this mode, comments as only she could. “This was the other pinkie promise.”

“C... Chrono?”

The others watch a needed scene most tender, as Chrono 'explains'. “I'd never forget you, my best friend in all of Heaven.”

The evolution of the moment is not remised, nor when Sigrun (uncharacteristic to her, by this point,) brings out Gray and has her join in on the hug fest. Something that stuns Chrono at first, and moreso when Ere comments.. “Holy light, she looks so silver in hue!”

Sigrun looks up from her glommed position, and sees her Angel indeed far more silvery and healthy to the eye, than she ever used to be. The Wings, angelic cloth swirl of silver, skin a lighter tone of, the hair a long deeper silver tone the same, the same with the eyes in the corneas.

Chrono is looking just as much, when Sigrun admits. “Guess I need to reformat the name here. Never did like the old one anyway. Blasted Hild and all.”

“We can all agree on that one.” Ex quips, and this time the laugh is a shared one.

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And somewhere a CEO sneezes.

“Hey! Watch it!” Aoshima snaps in his sports car! “I just had the seats reupholstered!”

Hild almost rectified that idea on the spot. She held her temper in check, since she had a larger scope to deal with.

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The laugh meanwhile is soon then closed with a yelp shout from a nearby goddess, one that is cascaded upon when others do the same, the lot around Sigrun looking and then redirected by pointed fingers, 'skyward'. Their own gasps are joined by Ex's gasp of... “Is... is that...?”

Sigrun looking on, sees a very real looking planet, hovering into the dusk, cloud caressed sky, glimmering as if it was made of light alone. The sight for Heaven was startling, since it could be easily heaven looking down on Earth below, of stereotypical note, if not for the fact the goddesses 'knew' they were looking up at something 'above' them all. For such, this was a unique moment for Heaven to witness. Sigrun then hears from Chrono 'very' nearby whispers... “Almighty's Palace. Oh my goddess! That must be where the Ball will be held.”

Sigrun just smirks. “And that's my Father for ya.” ...and anime exhales. “Peachy.”

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In two locales, the specifics now came down to final preparations, done so much more manically on the Heavenly side of things, though some of the mortals of Nekomi note on below, were just as nervous. Especially after training and preparation were forgone for the practice of lessers receiving betters at various abodes or locales, where not gathered in pairs already. Corsages, jewelry, flowers, or whatnot of small gifts were given, this while some explanation of what either side of the Earthly line, had been 'training' for.

And more than a few uneasy realizations from it all, none balked at, as within the hour of true sunset, they began to gather, the same in Heaven as dusk reaches nadir there, in favor of stars now shining fiercely.

In two locales, all is about ready.

Save for some focuses...

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Frig saunters back into the residence. “Everything is ready guys!”

“One moment mother dear!”

The sound coming from Keiichi's room, makes Mother smirk lightly, and then head off to ensure privacy. This as Belldandy, in a gorgeous blue and white gown that ensured she was as beautiful as she wanted Keiichi to see her, holds close to her tuxedo dressed love.

One nervous as always. “I guess this counts as preparation.”

“It's been such a long day apart, my dear Keiichi.”

More nervous laughter, before Belldandy then remarks. “I hope we all have such a fun time tonight, and that we will get to dance together, as much as possible.”

“Like we were dancing as if the wind was our feet?”

Belldandy beamed such a smile, Keiichi a bit surprised at himself, to use something Belldandy would usually say. The Norn just nods once. “Yes.”

Urd then pops her head in, at a backward angle. “Hey guys! I... oh! Looking good K-boy! You too Sis! Mom says the temple is all ready to go!”

Keiichi just snickers, fingering his chin. “Heh, all this because gold dude said so. Kinda silly if ya still ask me.”

“But there is nothing more glorious.” Keiichi hears to surprise at first, as Belldandy espouses some of her usual best. “There have been times I've wanted a reason to celebrate all we have done with you, all our adventures and more, that I've never gotten the chance to thank you for all of that. Keiichi dear, this is the night I have that chance, to thank you, for that Wish that you made.”

Urd giggles at the worst blush in Keiichi's life. “But... god I feel like gold dude saying this, but... it was just a selfish Wish that I made, that caused all that's happened. I know it was still the only thing that was in my mind, when I said it, but...”

“The Mountains start with a grain of sand.” Urd starts in reply. Keiichi then looks to hear Belldandy echo. “Epics start with the merest word of sentence.”

“The story starts with a seed?”

Urd smiles back. “Not bad K-boy. That's what we are now.”

Keiichi smiles, before he feels his arm accosted forth. Belldandy of note finishing as they start to head out. “This will be the celebration for all of that. This as my thanks, my wonderful dear Keiichi.”

K1 soon vanishes from sight at that, as Urd looks on with a soft smile. This Troubadour floats over upon. “Such a meek mortal of excellent fortune.”

“You 'would' learn to heed that lesson well, from them a two.”

The Spirit, in a 'much' better version, formal and all of his nominal Spirit robes, over favor of a mortal tux in the end, just looks at the deep black gowned Norn of the Past, her platinum tresses cascading freely. The Spirit just shrugs. “And what lesson would be such?”

Urd just bonks the dopey spirit upside the head! “Oh shut it and come on dolt!” ...and stomp-drags a dizzy Spirit along with her.

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Imlade looks behind him, at the fading sight of Brightwater. “Sheesh Migoddess, ye know how to play dramatic.”

“Oh hush already about the door.”

“But the way you still threw me into the cold like that, with no warning. I mean freezer burn still means something, with my current biology.”

Lind just comically stops in mid air, her glowing gown with crystalline shawl about her, at the dorky dude. “You want to spend the evening, in the Ball, or in Medical?”

“Ball please.” ...a creaky return of. Lind gives a single facial caress, and then both fly on into the now night of heavenly light alit glory, of Heaven beginning it's legendary celebration. Everything that is within this nightscape, is lit of a moon glow, thrice as aglow as ever he'd ever remembered. A long span of time, to trump over, not so easily done.

Imlade's previous comical moaning, is replaced with the previous to that, self reservation of before. “I know, I know. But still...”

“You truly now, have no choice.”

Lind cocks a head back, as Imlade shivers at the sound of an Admin that held no feelings back, nor the body glom from behind. The Valkyrie General just bemoans. “Such will not help his nervousness.”

Eihwa just smirked as they approach at gathering area, one Imladris notes (somehow past Eihwa's presence,) is anew in format, centering around a high glow area of circular, this the Testing goddess explains. “Then think how we all feel now. It's been rare to feel something truly hard to describe.”

And on closing in, Imladris indeed is starting to feel a pride well up, very much despite himself. The very nature of this new place, being a direct cause. “Wow... I think I have to....”

“Master!”

The trio look, as Sigrun and Chrono approach, the latter seeing... “Ah! General Lind!” ...and said high personage just waves a missive hand. “Acknowledged if kept allay from such. This is not a gathering for my Beloved alone.”

Sigrun flying over, remarks at this. “Sorry to say this, but this is so.... wow! Is this what a hero feels like, in a soul?”

Imladris blinks at that, as they approach their end point. “What does that mean? Wait... I'm not the only one feeling this?”

The rest is held off description, as they see a good spread out throng of goddesses that were greeting, in a place now apparently made of nothing more, than pure light, of solid incarnite! Every structure here, was of that bended will, pure and whole. The quintet finalizing approach, to the sight of many familiar facades.

Imladris... “Wow... we are all of formal.”

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Keiichi saw, as the first to enter, ahead of all the rest gathered. Belldandy chimed a amazed gasp. “Oh my!”

“Wow! It's no Temple! It's a castle in here now!”

Or something like in nature, as they all file in simply, lacking much fanfare, since they knew little not else, other than to look amazed at Frigurina's magic. Felt mostly like arriving at a simple Prom, of note. One set in an European mansion of absolute extravagance, to be easily sure. Colonnades of gilded white under silver, with thick wall hangings, tapestries, rug lengths, and all such more, of royal red and gold trim inlay, chandeliers of crystal with gilded gold inset. Tables all glamorous to reflect the primary colors here, more red and gold. This with at least three good marbled tiers with surrounding walkways around, spun into long caressing staircases set afar in front of them, glorious windows that seemed to shine the same heavenly sky from so far beyond.

And with this sight, the sound of a charismatic orchestra playing somewhere within, as smells of food and wine waif across all senses, as an air of good and healthy haughtiness fills the very air.

Keiichi of course just gleeps... “I feel small here.” Belldandy giggling with a good hold of right of held armed longing.

And the centerpiece, as they all come in, tuxes and formal wear, outdone by feminine character appealing fashion wear of the most fancy to be had, this Frigurina in a similar gold-white gown to her heavenly version, just exclaims, upon a dance floor of crystal. “Welcome ye all to the celebration long withheld, and not come to pass. Come and celebrate all you can, for the dear Lord Keiichi Morisato, and all that he means for us! Let my Nephew's commandment, be now done!”

Quite a lot of ready cheering. (Sorta, if one notes Skuld for one. Actually it's a mixed bag.) Keiichi just sighs. “Great, party on. Overdone, but party on.”

And then to his shock, a prod from behind, as Keima just 'prods'... “Come, a celebration should begin with a dance, to break the evening ice.”

“Da...?! Ow! Sorry... Keima! But...”

And so of pulled arm along! “Please dance with me Keiichi!” ...whit not reserved there one bit. And all like that, a celebration quickly begins, with a simple dance to violins and sonnets to accompany. And so soon into, Megumi notes (nice and silken black dress of flowing.) “Wow! Big Bro can dance nice.” Keiba nodding. “More than.”

Takano then echoes Keima's prod to 'them'. “Ahkay! It be yours turn yas two!” ...to somewhat more a jittery response from Megumi this time, before Keiba then 'feels' the rhythm of the current sonnet, and soon, 'they' are dancing just as effectively! Megumi, remembering her bracelet's effects... “Wow, it all really does work!”

“Y.. yeah.” Keiba manages out, Keiichi smiling on nearby, as Belldandy comments. “You both dance so beautifully!”

And from there, the rhythm trickles in eventually, them all into a entry dance, to begin the night with. Already, a unknown dream is being made true, as Frigurina sees from afar, as Scetu stands near, his 'armor' replaced with a golden version, for this night.

“/ Impressive.”

“With more to come.” ...this even Sigel in a fancy version of her normal garb, Banpei in a 'tux' version of his nominal accouterments, are dancing now too. Skuld and Sentaro so cute and dashing, Satoko and Otaki suave and eclectic, Chihiro effective and impressed at Tamiya's 'enhanced' skills, as Peorth and Talos, elegant and wondrous, Urd and Troubadour, serene unlike their usual, Takano being swooned easily by a confident for once Keima. Frig only missing out on this end, just enjoys for a daughter that was fully showing her love for a long since bequeathed Contract, in favor for the love that it utterly was. Keiichi of note, was fully enjoying as such, for the smile that Belldandy had so much of.

And with word spreading through specific areas of the outlying community, there'd me more around soon, to be had.

Though Frig already felt, a few would come quite uninvited. One... “Mara I won't mind.... but....”

Scetu looks over at the strange set of wording, before a strange woot from around the floor as Keiichi spun Bell about elegantly, chimes the air.

Frig just focuses on this instead, as is on her other end....

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She greets the reverent bow Imladris leads with. Lind's family, Frig, Thor and his Generals, along with several of the High Council themselves, with Almighty centering, face the small party Imladris arrived with.

“: Greetings, to the Celebration, ye of Chosen. :”

“We meet again. A bit of that lately, My Lord.”

A simple chuckle, as much as Frig giggles. Lind then asks readily. “This feeling. How to describe it... is this...?”

“: The soul of heroes that are felt by those, that do not believe of themselves the same, so readily. This alone is the merit that is being reverberated from our Chosen here in presence, unto all else of souls now incumbent. For this, is the first of the Gifts, of Heroes Ball. :”

Imladris 'had' to chuckle out nervously... “So... you all feel what I do, of something I usually don't bother to feel? Double talk of the soul there, really.”

“Oh it gets better kid.” Freyana nearby quips, not helping Imladris's humble complex. Nor does when the Eddas EXPLODE into sight! (x6): “Yay it's time!”

“By goddess save me!!”

Ishara just giggles keenly as Lind and Eihwa keep the bloke from running off to another universe, as Almighty just remands... “: Ye of Six should know better. :”

(#4): “Pardon our Fathomless Lord, but are ye kidding?”

Frig just giggles. “Holding them back here Dear, isn't advised.”

“: Nor shalt waiting to greet the others Chosen. :”

The Lord Knight then blinks as the rest lead on in, at Almighty's behest, towards a large glowing circle of white, looking towards a recessed area of frosted glass within, surrounding surfaces of edged light, with blackness within. This was the setup for most of the area, as led into by a 'greeting carpet' of more light. Eihwa then passes as Frig then chants loudly. “All that are ready, come by mind of path of our Creator please!”

At that, a 'lot' of pulsating teleportation flares, occurs, others more conventional through other smaller platform like 'gates', as Eihwa croons. “Come when ye both are ready, at the chime given to ye minds.”

Lind nods, as Imlade quips... “Where's the fanciful Italian begot?”

And soon, the two are very much alone, though the warriors twin, feel a few other specific souls around 'somewhere'. Imladris just sighs in continuous note. “I know I'm a pith, but this is too orchestrated to be comfortable.”

“We all fully know that.”

Imlade looks over at his Confessed, and feels another caress of the chin. Lind 'stresses' in such mode... “And now, enjoy for the time of coming. I fully am aware, it could be our last, given our mission.”

“No!” Lind blinks, as Imladris leans in with a sudden fear welling up. “This is not a way to celebrate, for the what 'if', not one with death as a possibility! I know myself enough, that living past all that, is what the daily celebration is for!”

Lind smiles more, as Imladris presses. “I won't live without you, so as more, I won't allow 'that' to even occur. Somehow and someway, I and We, will assure this future to come.”

“Good.”

Imladris blinks and realizes he professed something he 'knows' was heard quite well, all across Heaven, where ever they all were now. Yet Imladris then also knows, that is the point 'here'. That is why, he finally lets go of all the angst of humility, in favor of simple enjoyment. Or at least, his version of it. He voices this with... “Please celebrate 'us', not just I.”

“Agreed.”

“Simplistic, my love.”

“I know.” ...a General smirked back.

And the 'ting' in their minds, knows it's time to enter the Ball. Arm in formal beheld arm, sets them, before Imlade then quips kookily. “Cake. I hope there's good cake.”

“Best to be had.” ...with a light hip bump. And they take their formal steps forth.

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Mara arrived first, mainly because Hild 'prodded' her to do so as a scout.

“Took ya long enough girl!”

Mara gaffs! “What the?!?” ...as she's accosted by two unknown males, one that quips. “Come, let us show you, a proper time for a lady of quality.”

“Huh? Who? Me?!”

Mara's usual terse attitude is literally accosted away, as Frig's fore thinking allows Mara to enjoy some unique focus for this night. Not that Mara was going to try anything but... “Hey, a friend deserve perchance a time for one night.” ...as she keeps eye on Belldandy and Keiichi's permanent space near each other, as their dancing had begotten to refreshment, and then some personal banter left to themselves. The same slowly was occurring now, between the various couples, as even Chihiro allows her 'escort' to share some away time.

Frig just kept sense on when 'she' would show up. “When indeed.” ...as the vibes were indeed drawing closer.

But then her soul was accosted to another format, of stark note.

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And glorious...

As soon as they appear, a vast cheer from all around, the same of greeting chants and song from untold around, as a Mighty voice welcomes forth, in the eye of a light shined of beam at the grand warriors. “: All goddesses and gods, spirits and souls all alike! Present to thee in presence of My Palace, the grand forces that they are!

The new of minted General of the War Section of the Grand Host, General Lind. -Many a grand cheer alone there, all around-

And of arm and soul, the Champion for all of Heaven, such the Hero Chosen, and called forth. The Valkyrie Knight, Templar-Holia and Hero unto Intracel, Imladris! :” -To such a greater cheer that even Lind was fully into. To ill of said humility of 'focus'.-

“: This, the first of the Chosen, join us now for Celebration and Rejoice! :”

The two begin their first steps down a decent staircase of length, width, and pure light, looking down upon a unique 'open air' format of a semi sorta something floating Ballroom, that could fit into ten Stadiums easily without barely trying, this set in tiered platforms of all light and solid, most simply floated upon by the goddesses and their chosen guests. This, a scene alone, set 'above' the one Imladris knew as Heaven 'below' itself! Lind heard the amazed gasp... “You mean it's possible to see Heaven like this?!”

“Such is the miracle of Almighty's Palace.” ...this Lind reflects amazed over and beyond amazed, as sections of War, Hub, Brightwater, Mall, Academic, Medical, and more more more, set on high well enough, to see these as the vast city Sections, that they all are, all ablaze and sharp with color and light, hued over by the closer in of the Enlightened Ballroom. This as the two past the cheering, happy, cascading throngs, well wish their best, as the duo reach a first 'level', of a vast ball room floor tier, a stadium sized flooring of easy size here, of the same transparent, solid as solid light!

And there, the previous greeting party, watch on, as the Chosen, is of deliberate focus, all so for this one night.

So much, that Imladris barely stops, before he sees/feels of senses, his nominal knightly attire suddenly flares on whim of a Mighty nod, the cape turning a white-gold golden hue, the armor crisper, intricate and shinier than previous before. The hair that much more angelic-feathery, the aura of strength one step better, all cascading further as the next Gift of the Ball, without heed 'for' caring.

Lind gulps a heart flutter, as Imlade balks a bit through the new cheering. “Wait one! I cannot outshine my Beloved here! Allow this much please!”

Frig takes turn with a hand flick. “Ask and receive of next Gift.”

And a small curve 'addition', of a armor piece upon Lind's left bosom, over her cloth there, to the shoulder and back, to clasp a long white cape of light and silk, with more small 'armor' jewelery to add to her shown arm and leg, a armor tiara piece that shined as a queen's crown, of warrior mode. The added glow is just smirked back in kind, as Imlade comically snips back. “Thank ye.”

The two together now, looked as if they should be leading the War Section.

But fate would wait, as Almighty then espouses. “: Know thee then well, our Hero has been Chosen for merit, equal to My Eye, of the next I call forth in waiting. :” ...the anticipating lot around, hear to Imladris's eternal shock, as espoused in thunderous tone. “: Know thee and now hence, the Heroes of a world, mirror of a tome, yet real as ours is a tome to another. This note, the Heroes Chosen of the world plane of Arda, upon within Ened-Kemen... :”

“Holy what!?” Imlade manages out before... “: ...behold then, The Bearers of the Rings of Power survived, Champions each, and of their guests. Frodo Baggins of the Shire, and of Gandalf the White, Maiar of Valar sent! This and of their chosen accompany! Greet as I do readily! :” ...and indeed Heaven gives it's cheer to the descending approaching of two very same personages, the knight thought of once, as mere words in his favorite tome. And in soon presence at that. Lind has a fine time watching Imladris try to compose himself before not only these two, but another familiar Shire native of short Ring borne fame, and three of elvish name, incredible to witness and behold, on the tip of tongue, the knight was ready to say.... “Samwise Gamgee.... Lord Elrond... Lady Galadriel.... heh... Bilbo Baggins.”

“Heh... indeed, one so young and metal.” ..a well aged, but youthful voice snips heartily.

“Indeed, one that also saves us introducing ourselves.” ...one less so, but no less heartily.

Bilbo's and Sam's voices in turn, just make the knight laugh for all unexpected, good hearted nature. “Aye... -laughter- ...a fool I remain.”

“Agreed.” ...the one word syllables, Lind leaves, as she lets the moment enjoy itself, for all it's pure irony. And then to add further by Mighty Voice. “: Add thee final and further, in equal respect and measure, the Champions Chosen of Tamriel, powerful of Arda and Dedra forces alike, bring forth thine of Lady Netharine of Nerevarine, and the Lord Sheogorath anew! Come now unto join of us! :” ...this two more well adorned, and armored beings arrive to more of the same cascading throng and voice. This one a touch more reserved as Imladris feels the natures of them both, soon present.

“Greetings fellow.... Chosen, apparently.”

Imladris bows in kind. “Indeed a greeting, as a resident of Heaven, do I greet thee as honored guests.”

“The same in kind, so indelibly heard.” Gandalf remarks to a heartful-stoic point. Sam meanwhile just balks a bit. “Blimey, you Men and your shiny plating.”

“All the more to shine by, I'd gather.” Frode remarks, this Sheogorath just remarks with a shoulder shifting. “Of just to cause occasional sore from.”

“That it does.” Imladris in turn. Netharine just smirks back. “Maybe some lighter fare then 'men'?” ...this as the lady Altmer, sports a gleaming version, if still natural in makeup somehow, of some Daedric light armor. Something only 'she' knew how to make, outside of Oblivion. Imladris wanted to remark back, but Lind defeats such with... “Their minds would only weigh them down in kind then.”

“A known quality.” Galadriel quips, which begets some uneasy stares around.

Already the central focus finds Heroes of a bonding, that none the others witnessing, could approach in attest. Hirund of her kind nearby, just sighs. “I admit a rare jealousy in belonging most lacked.”

“: This another Gift indeed singular. :” ...Almighty readily attests further, Frigurina enjoying at the appease of an arm ever held.

Elrond of note, centers focus on the young Lord Knight. (Verily in age now 'here'.) “I see the Siladrin name of my raised outpost, finds a new use here.” ...this Imladris chuckles at. “The lacking of my old name lost, merited anew on pressing of those whom raised me.”

“Elessar would have found that irony, most interesting.” Elrond ensures back. Imladris kept reserved for his part there. Sheogorath (the new version, verses the insane prior,) just quips out. “So, what do semi-supposed near gods by others, do at a festival such as this?”

“Simply to enjoy by.” Lind impresses, all eyes of Heroes upon her. “Yggdrasil is adamant to celebrate accomplishments that very much affects the system, and health beyond your ken of world origin.”

Sam takes that to 'meaning'. “Well then, perhaps a good stiff pint would be a place to start.” This Gandalf rolls his eyes. “Ever a Hobbit to quaff, within a celebration.”

“I will agree to such anyway.” An eye of light surprise at the elven queen of former Lothlorien. (If Imladris knew of his readings correctly. Something he wondered of his own name suddenly now.)

Thor afar then takes light to impart, for Heroes, and for his own thirst. “Let there indeed be a flow of wine and joy here now!”

Imladris just gacked vocally at such! “Lord Thor drunk at a celebration is NOT good news!”

Frigurina then floats over, giving respectful bows to each Hero as a whole gathered still. “Perhaps then, while some whet their tongues (away from my Brother of course,) another Gift can be displayed here, of singular enjoyment.”

And given the High eyes are leveled at Imladris and Lind of note, mind link then hums with probable intent. Lind cranes her head over serenely at her Confessor. “A first Dance of the Ball?”

Imladris impresses with a confident nod. “Why ever not. If certain nannies teachings of dance are of ever form here to demonstrate.”

“If one not be of left feet here!!” Mist shouts back wackily. Frig nonetheless sees the twin smiles, and swirls to a high right hand twirl, above her head! “Maestro! Moica an i hon.”

Even Elrond is surprised at how eclectic Sindarin flows from the goddess's tongue, but all falls away, as a large Ballroom floor of heavenly light, is shone for two souls alone. And all other voice falls with it, as soon does, any apparent sense they two, are even aware of any other. This, Lind's waiting hand of bare silken, taken by a strong hand long since held of her own, and only own. A few steps initiated warily at first, soon serene in flow of lost time. The melody was as simple and serene as any of imagination could be chosen for, as it too is lost in two eyes, lost for once, not of battle or war, but 'for' just each other.

Skill lacks heed, as soon other Heroes with arms invited for their first dance, some small, others unused, but all realizing to enjoy what they can, for a moment that is now.

And that lack of heed, leaves Two as One, for some lost amount of time.

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And the Trade Route is passed by, bloodily....

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“This place!?”

Hild peers over the hood of Aoshima's contraption, and quips back simply. “Indeed mortal.”

“This ramshackle place, not fit to spit upon?”

Hild felt the ill vibes and waves, as Aoshima felt dirty being even near this place. Little realizing this was silent amplification of Hild's previous doing, from that same failed race of Aoshima's. The CEO with eye also on Sayoko, kept an easier eye on this bait of a lure, as she kept her end of a long planned out ploy. “This, the home of your enemy, of your longing, and of the celebration the same.”

Aoshima eyed past his eyeglasses, with a ill look, one Hild kept silent approval of. (For her own fathomless reasons.)

Hild then prodded once more. “Shall we impinge upon my Sister's creation then?”

Aoshima took that cast hook readily. “Yes. Lets.”

----

Chihiro, the first to be outside to get a dose of 'reality' air, just leans on the normal 'pole' of the Temple exterior, where reality and fantasy meshed. About the same as her skin hugging black dress that Tamiya is gagga over. Tamiya in fact is readily nearby with a drink... “Yous okay ma'lady?”

“Yeah yeah, just need a dose of reality here. Still can't believe Keiichi acts so natural in there.”

Not that Tamiya believed it either, half because of Chihiro's part, the other his own actual discomfort. Both of which is the same as Chihiro's in the next moment, as he then sees. “Eh? Is dat, dat Hild creep?”

Chihiro looks, and creeps out as well... “ And that Aoshima turd.”

Tamiya is quickly led back in, as Chihiro snaps... “We better tell that Frig girl fast guy!”

“Oh Ohskay...”

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“Well my dear, it would seem we mesh together very well. Even if by only color.”

Eihwa giggles as she dances with Gandalf. “Well, Bianco is such a puro di cuore colore.”

In fact, one would think the two were gods of bleaching purity, as they danced together simply. (Not to mention that much white in one space, just made a few night portfolio goddesses run screaming away. But anywho...) It was fitting nonetheless, being two agents of well and good, above their various worlds. An example of below such, as Frodo finds 'no' problem being accosted for dancing. One after another, of a Gift of accompaniment not fully fulfilled on his previous world. “Goodness you ladies know how to show me off here!”

Sam nearby as it ever seemed, especially now since returned to be near Frodo after the Havens and all, had his Gift aside him instead. “Well better you, than I have to apparently.”

“Second time as good as the first was?”

“Will be my dear Cotton lass and love.” ...this as full body held of a second time around with a long time love. Such was deserved in the next world to come of each, tale left unsaid or needed.

Netharine and Sheogorath were of each other's Gift to each, keeping each near after their initial dance with the rest, to tell their various tales of Tamriel, trying to outdo each other, before outdo 'for' each other in turn.

Gift for Elrond, he asked for little. He knew the knowledge beyond what he expected beyond the Undying Lands to the West, was all he needed, as was the hand of his own held, by a return of a far more comfortable Celebrian, than what was once last, she left him.

No less the same when Galadriel found company of Legolas for a short term time, in retain to bring a request to eye at final last. An elven youthful smile, brought to the aged eye of the son of Gloin, one with a stoic smile to finally return, after 'so' long. And such it seemed, as Heroes to the Gifts, centered around love more than much else. For this it seemed, was all that was required to give thanks.

In the Cosmic expanse of perspective, these were small gifts to easily give, by the Almighty's Whim. The same as the passage of time here, that it seemed days passed now, with as much little heed.

And all such, it was hard to trump the Gifts over one left unsaid, but foremost to Heaven's eye, as singular said kinship eye kept lain of steel-blue, in domination of a fashion. (Of is not love such a thing as well?)

A long dance, twin drinks, accolades Lind imposed Imladris to enjoy, but then time alone for each, well well away from the throngs of numbers despite, made so over a light encrusted overlook, the vista of Yggdrasil whole, spread before them.

And yet 'again'... “I keep reservation of the question to my heart.”

Lind just nuzzled her gloried melon, into his chest plate, finding soft warmth there, where no one else could possibly. “I know you question, the more for We to celebrate despite. More I'll keep word for saying.”

Imlade just sighed, losing into the meaning of the Ball, more and more. Lind nearby really helped that iota, his beheld right arm, all but an artifact to her. The knight kept eye around as the other Heroes found their avenues to enjoy given splendor. He then comments... “This seems so focused, by choice and chance. Should there not be a thousand more heroes, more various in theme than presented here?”

“: There is. :”

The two look and spin to, but halted from reverence the same, as Almighty made singular time for them, bade of a hand waved off lightly. Imladris then takes note of... “There is?”

“: The Celebration, of my realm, is where imagination made within the mind, becomes real for the heart. But only select few witness each other's company, where another author may decide the Heroes are different. The author of course, being another mind, as is 'every' mind, the same as every being, real or imagined, split apart only by veils. :”

“So another celebration is conducting as we speak here, of other Heroes after all.” Lind arrives for this conclusion. Almighty nods, and then professes. “: As such, the Gift of familiarity, gives credence for yourself to enjoy. The same as reward to them each of Chosen, so to know that your ego is not utter of singular note here, as per your want of humility. :”

Imladris nods. “Verily. The torture of carrying the One Ring, or the Fall within Moria, is no less than the breaking of Red Mountain, or Witness of Akatosh's new Avatar in form, both that brunt Mehrunes Dagon to defeat. None of that is any more than my own feats so done.”

“: And a proper Hero would judge to equal by, not over presume the same. :”

“And there is failings in each as well. Even now.” The three hear as Elrond decides to adjoin, Celebrian on ever arm, to attest of such wisdom. Lind 'remarks' for her Hero. “Replete at that.”

“Demonstrated even.”

Even Elrond finds stunned repose, at the headlock Lind gives Imlade in kind for. Celebrian just quips bemusedly. “This would be as if Sauron was besieging the same name of abode, once more.”

“One person of a name equivalent, would be a ruin of my abode thrice more, if 'this' was the version instead.”

(I.e. For the folks. If it had been Lind instead of Sauron attacking Imladris (Rivendell,) goodbye Rivendell. At least that if the equivalent effect of Lind's headlock here was a clue. Painful it always is.)

Lind stops soon enough to flick her mane about her. “You however keep placing that humility too far over yourself the same. We've had remiss over such behavior before.” ...this Imladris recovers and blinks with the others watching, as Lind cranes her head back serenely, her hair tail, bound twice down by a thin run length of silver necklace like chain. A larger metal inscribed clasp at the top of the hair tail just compliments her eyes, ones that level with her tone simply. “I prefer my confident knight over the humility, since I too now, know what true control fully means.

And not even that Dark Lord crud should impede such confidence.”

“: A wise lesson to heed. :”

Imladris cranes his head down, of a humored version than a reserved one. “Yet the lessons sometimes require repetition. The same of practice.”

“Perhaps the confidence simply needs another form.”

Imladris blinks...

“: Lord Elrond, I do believe you are right. :”

Imladris really blinks! “I don't like that tone.”

Lind in fact concurs. “I think I have to agree.” Almighty nods over. “: Well you should, but a Gift nonetheless. :”

And those all empowered hands just prove Imladris... “Bad time is it, that some gifts can be returned?!” ...correct.

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“I was afraid of this.”

“We know you would.”

Hild just smirked as Frig folded her arms. Peorth and Talos of most nearby note, (Chihiro and Tamiya near K1 and Bell at this point,) watch on, as Urd then floats over and quips. “I don't see your name on the guest list.”

Hild just flicks her wicked mane, and cracks back. “Really now daughter dear, with two such magnificent celebrations now taking place, one of them just had to be crashed. Like you all here didn't expect it. Poor form indeed if so otherwise.”

“Nevertheless, so rouge of comportement observable.”

Hild took a dour eye at this, as Aoshima already had eye on one 'particular' objective. Hild however just snapped out suddenly... “Minion! I... eh?” ...before she sees Mara, off the left at a table, well endowed by male presence, to a swamped value of enjoyment. Hild sees with an annoyed eye, and ear with, as Frigurina giggles back (haughtily.) “You attempt to scout us out, was already foreseen, dear Doublet.” Hild growls some more, before Frig jabs a last... “I have little intention of ye interrupting these festivities.”

“And why would I do that?”

Even Frig blinks in surprise, Hild looking back with a nice glint. Keima afar, just holds Takano near, with a jittery tone. “Something about that broad, just is both deep, and annoying.”

“I hear that guy.”

Hild however holds form, as her 'intent' begins to stride forth. Everyone watches, Keiichi soon most of all, as he expertly plays his usual cards, in a practiced manner. This starting with a semi-bow before... “My dear Belldandy. Such fortune to have this chance to meet.”

Belldandy to her credit, just curtsies back. “A good evening to you as well.”

Keiichi as expected, isn't as courteous, as Hild comes up then to Aoshima's side. “A greetings to you as well, my Belldandy-kun.”

And likewise... “And to you Lady Hild.”

Hild does the same for Keiichi, somewhat reciprocated. Aoshima does not, and was a lot of things expected, discomfort most of all in fact. And then to 'prod' things along, Hild imparts. “Oh dear, it would seem they all here have forgotten to celebrate. We need to help remind them.”

A hand beheld towards Aoshima, gives the Casanova an opening. “But of course.” ...and soon 'they' lead the next dance. One of a tune of Hild's own enjoyment. Bell and Kei follow to the suit of a few others, as Skuld comes up (her blue short gown dress flowing about her, with Sentaro-tux in hand,) to Frig! “Mother! Why are you letting them stay?!”

“She has something afoot.” ...the High Goddess remarks. Sentaro just eyes over at the scene and shrugs. “Wish I could tell what.”

“Sorry Sentaro, I'll be giving that Wish.”

Frig blinks over at a huffy Skuld, before she decides to let the scene proceed, just long enough to decide to 'play along'.

--------------------

“Okay, where are we now bucko?”

Looking around with knightly eyes. “Impossibly.... a Void.”

Lind agreed that far, as all sight, all around, somehow to their still living eyes, was all Void. Endless and trackless.

Utterly.

Imladris for his part, manages out through bared teeth of unease... “At... least... the Negative Planar Elementa, this be not.”

Lind nods again, her lifeforce not being sucked away into a greedy oblivion. Their complimenting cloth of garments, gleaming their presence as if a newborn star here. This which made her next query... “This is Almighty's next Gift, to ye then?”

Imladris shrugged. “If so...... what?”

Lind, trying to guess at a possibility of such, not to mention any passage of time, then 'feels' something through the Meld link, such when this causes Imladris to stiffen silent. The Valkyrian General quips... “Love?”

“Whispers...... I feel....”

Lind in the echo of his soul, feels him 'hear' an approaching form, this both feeling in realization, before seeing of a growing light. Faint, but discerning. Lind... “What be....?”

A warning began to seep into his heart, then and there.

--------------------

“A dance my lady?”

Belldandy blinks, as Aoshima makes his initial move. Keiichi watched stiffly, as she looks at him, but sees no objection to be had. (A mixed signal to be sure, all around.) “Keiichi?”

“Uh.... ju... just one, okay?”

“(Bingo.)” ....an echo from more than one dour soul, as Hild's simple suggestion, seems to have netted her wanted result. She then waltzes over to the same uneasy bloke. “And I'll have my own turn, to be sure.”

Most around are stunned further, when Bell 'and' Kei seemingly agree, leading to the next dance. It also leads to Takano afar snapping of whisper... “Wat is that blow hole doing!?” ...as Keima watches. Urd this time at Frig... “Mother! How long are you going to let this go on?”

“Till he decides otherwise.” ...this Urd blinks, before hearing Troubadour... “Wait... do I sense....?”

“Just wait.” Frig stresses enough, though an afar attempt by Megumi to 'get Kei back to Bell', gets only an ugly glare from Hild.

This while Aoshima starts his final move, a few moments later.

--------------------

A haunting, glowing, seemingly angelic visage. One that seemed to have no proper to exist in this Void. The two warriors watch, amazed and neutral at first, as this unknown being, hovers before them. The Sindarin inflection Imladris hears, as the being speaks... “To find two travelers past the Door of Night, is a rarity, unto here.”

Lind leaves the familiarity to her beloved, whom speaks with wary. “If this be such a place. One a nightmare should not be resided in.”

“How well and wise to acknowledge this. But 'how' wise indeed.”

The warning of heart, still meek at present... “Where only ignorance reigns, if the knowledge is not of a dear price.”

The glowing being just.... 'smirks'... as Lind shakes her head. “The dance of words here seems improper. Not to mention implausible.”

The glowing being chides back. “One small and lacking, would...”

“Keep thy tongue.” Imladris warns quickly, as his heart fleets out to an effect, attachable to a whim. The glowing being nods. “Kept. One if of a simple request in kind then.”

The warning seems to soothe on it's own. Lind feels it and grows her own warning. More when responded by the knight. “Tell me this request.”

And a hook seems ready made.

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“My dear, you seem heaven sent, for this dance.”

Belldandy gives her smile, as to everyone else of a simple compliment. “Thank you, you dance divinely as much as Keiichi.”

The last part discarded readily, not so much when Keiichi, distracted of his eye to look at this scene, hears from Hild. “Oh dear us. Tell we not, We do not meet your approval Keiichi 'dear'.”

Keiichi looks back, with a nervous startle. “Ah..! Oh no! I just...”

“All better you should, since a lover should retain jealousy.”

Keiichi blinks, as Hild seems to sink claws in. “Why, if it were we. We'd walk over and grab Belldandy's hand, right away from Aoshima. Right in front of everyone.” This Keiichi looks inwardly on. Hild expounds, rather seethingly. “If such were 'We', that is.”

Keiichi looks up with a look, that Hild sees in waiting....

By now, any other activity is centered on this strange scenario, as Peorth 'swoops' in with Talos ala arm. “Come on chair mortelle, do something!”

Keiichi is a swim of emotions of character, unto the moment Aoshima croons... “Come now, I can take you to a proper celebration.”

And Belldandy smiles... (And Keiichi's heart flips!)

--------------------

Imladris feels it in his mind. A Song... deep... wanting... entrancing...

Lind the same, warns 'lightly'... “Beloved....?”

“Where....?”

The desperate crack from a whisper, pauses further. Lind finds some unknown reason to be small because of it, as Imladris further... “Of.... what?”

“Cor..... nin Cor, Hir Rochbien.”

Lind stammers further... “Love, I fear....”

“Yes.....”

“Where, as you 'know', where 'It' is.”

Lind found herself fighting to find her voice, there and then. It was not of her making either.

One impatient for once, despite all of it.

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“I'm sorry.”

Aoshima stutters his blink and breath, as Belldandy simply put with that smile. “I'm am truly sorry, but my place is with Keiichi always. I can not go with you.” (And K1's heart double flips!!)

Hild just looks on blandly. (Eh, just like We planned.) ...this as Aoshima 'as expected', then snaps. “Not again with that crap!” ...and reactively grabs for her arm.

...and then his by Keiichi's hand in turn. Aoshima looks in shock, as Keiichi snaps in kind. “Hey buddy! You respect Belldandy, no matter 'what' she says!”

Hope of smiles start to course through the watching, (triply so of Bell-chan,) as Aoshima cracks back. “Oh 'this' from a grease monkey that has no real money to his name! No title to his name! How one so fair as she could ever choose 'you' over ME, I will never know!”

“That's the point! You DON'T!!”

Even Hild was surprised what was said next, went this far. But Keiichi went on a heroic roll! Aoshima hears a very rare wrath, as Keiichi snaps at first... “You never got it. I'm not sure why anyone else ever got you! But for Belldandy and me, it's because simply we love each other! That's all it comes down to! Especially after all that's happened, I know now that is far more important, than any idea that money or power, or even stupid titles, are worth more than people that care and love each other, for who they really are!”

And some nice, surprised smiles all around. (Save two, though soon just one begrudgingly.) Megumi of note.. “Wow, go Big Bro.”

Aoshima lost all voice for that moment, as Keiichi then looks 'only' at Belldandy. “When I thought I was going to die, and you said you'd do the same after that earthquake, I wanted nothing more than to know you would still live. No matter what. I'm glad we survived all that, because now I 'know' that it's all now more than just that Wish that kept us together.

It's our love.”

“K.. Keiichi...”

“I... I may still not fully understand certain things, even in myself as yet. But I know losing you is the final torture, one I won't stand for. I.... I may sound stupid.... and selfish... but.... you 'my' Belldandy, and I won't change that for anyone. I love you Belldandy, and I want to keep it 'that' way. No matter what.”

“(Nice...)” Hild admitted, her begrudging smile added now. Aoshima is trying to say something, but Belldandy is just sniffling her happy best forth. “My Keiichi.... -hic-”

“If this celebration tonight is for anything, it's for 'us'. If not for you, there'd be no 'me' here, my family, your family, gold guy and Lind, all of it. And yes, I admit I can get jealous, if someone else has an eye for you.” (Some nice woots in the background at that one.)

Belldandy smiles and nods. “Then we are the same. I... -smile- ...I want no other at my side, than you Keiichi my Love. For all good and ill alike. Forever and 'for' Ever.”

Aoshima finally snaps for lack of any forethought! “Are you both nuts! Insane! Crazy?!”

Keiichi 'rather' calmly, just quips. “Yup. Love can do that.”

Aoshima just growls a tic 'too' much, which Keiichi then asserts back... “I'm sorry Mister Aoshima, but I think it's time for you to leave.”

Said addressed jerks in disbelief... “Wha...?!”

Belldandy in equal 'level' tone. “I agree with Keiichi. By request most peaceful, please depart now. Enjoy of another's company, now please.”

Aoshima of course... “Wha... WHAT!? You both think you can order ME around like that?!? On what Earth gives you that right!”

“There's.” ...Keiichi thumbs 'behind' him, whit soon is just all around the former Casanova, as 'every' goddess and Spirit of note, just displays an empowered best, directed towards the ill begotten bloke. “Wha... wha... what.... what is all this!??!”

Urd, deciding to lead this punishing gallery of the replete dressed, just imparts... “Why, just agreeing with our family. Time to go.”

Aoshima never screamed so much in his life. (Over that little actual contact. What a WUSS!)

---

Soon after, Skuld, Sentaro, and Sigel, just watch as Banpei takes a literal plastic sack of garbage outside. (And more than just Aoshima inside either. Icky.) Sigel just croons, despite her self anymore. “/ My Banpei knows how to take out the trash.”

Skuld/Sentaro: “Eeyup.”

And the sack just goes flying off a Banpei boosted drop kick, somewhere over towards Nekomi recycling and collections center-area-such. Off hind of this, a new voice of... “Eh? Who was that?”

Sentaro blinks... “Ah! Sora! Suzuki!” Skuld squealing happily. (Much more like her Big Sis anymore now, there.)

Suzuki just remarks. “We heard that Keiichi was having a celebration here.” Sentaro readily amends. “Yeah! Come on in and dance! I think we got a long night ahead!”

Sora and Suzuki however blink when respective 'assistance' accouterments appear upon them each. Sora... “Eh? Is this a tiara?” Suzuki inspecting his new sudden bracelet. Skuld just bemoans. “I think Mommy is overdoing it again.”

Sora however quickly dismisses this as healthy dance music floats unto them all. She then nabs Suzuki's hand and... “Come on! Dance with me!” ...and said bloke is yanked along with a good yelp! Sentaro and Skuld giggle at this, before Skuld then does the same to Sentaro again. (Lost count how many time that is.) Sigel in turn just quips... “/ Organics.” ...and holds a regal hand out for a regal response from Banpei, his tweeter sound leading them both back in for a dance of their own.

---

Frig pressed... “Why?”

Hild answered. “It 'was' Keiichi celebration, after all. How else of better mettle, than to finish one chapter of a life, in a blaze of glory.”

“You planned all of this then?”

Hild just hated having to explain anything to her Doublet. Frig knew it too. “Enough to bring our future acquisition, to test Keiichi's resolve. We however, did not plan on how Keiichi would respond. He could have been just as impotent as We expect of most mortals, though usually found otherwise all too often. Such as how Keiichi demonstrated to effect here.

And so you know, We didn't 'lose' anything here. No more than a witness.”

Frigurina just sighed through her folded arms. “It was still rude, nonetheless.”

“Just like we here. To remain for tonight, in fact.”

Frig shook her head, as Hild sipped from some deep, red wine. This as the floor beyond, was now well used in dance, as Keiichi and Belldandy, fully enjoyed each other's company now. It was a scene Hild managed to stomach, only if of her ancient goddess side of origin. But verily only 'just' such.

And 'of' such all else ill within... “And so we also know, 'those' two, are mine. Of truth.”

Frig sighed imparting... “One apparently for certain. But the other of Mishima name...”

“Both... or this flock, will find their future most egregious to contemplate. Such is the Code of the Market Share.”

Frigurina gulped at that, but found the cause..... reservedly...... fair. This as she looked at the happier all around. It was of severe discomfort to think Sayoko's and Aoshima's fates were so tied now. But it was either that, or torment for Belldandy and Keiichi. As such, she'd have to keep this new truth, a secret from Belldandy. (Of Aoshima, not so much. But of Sayoko, Frig would have to. As much as possible.)

A very, very reserved relent to this accord... “-THICK sigh- Very..... well.”

Hild just sips. Saying more was just stupid now. Instead, she then quips out. “So, when 'is' Keiichi-chan, and Bell-chan, going to tie the knot?”

As fast and unfair as it seemed, though of two soon Fallen mortals, just went wayside, as Frig went with her proper Portfolio, as Hild hoped and ever nudged when possible. Of Frig's part... “Goodness, why.... hmm.... that is fun to contemplate. Tis not that Holiday of Years end, coming on now? Hmm...”

Frig looking really anime thoughtful, just made Hild want to find a bush to upchuck into. (And Frig knew 'that' too.)

However that thought was on the back burner for a moment, when Frigurina then blinks and 'feels' to a vocal remark. “Oh dear. Nephew....”

Hild heard, and then 'looked' Frig's open window of a soul, and smirked. “And to think, showing him that 'one' trinket, would become of this. How drool.”

Frig frowns, before Hild reminds as well... “But then, we all 'did' make him an equal measure of such now, for all that we have done unto him. Tool and all that'.”

Frigurina looks downwardly at this thought, knowing in cold truth, what Imladris was remade for. She agrees simply... “Yes. Which is why for all thus.” ...and looks up, Hild finding no problem agreeing with 'this' next bit. “Every last bit of what is lauded unto him, including my willingness of titles of a family of my own make, is deserved. Even at risk of what is to come, I want him to feel proud and joyous for all of it. And.... I want him to survive all of it too.”

“Agreed.” Hild admits. Both trade a simple look. And then Hild of course... “I mean, why waste such a resource as my Dark Lord, to the whim of that Seer Wench. After all said and done, I'll have my time to use him again.”

“Not as much as we, all 'much' less of Lind.”

And both find a good laugh.

As for why all this sudden tryst....

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...back to our last episode. (Or feels like now...)

Lind keeps her voice, trying to scream out a reply, a retort. Anything! She seems to feel as if her voice is as of the Void, choking her! “(What.... what is going on here! It's stronger now, than even my General powers!?)”

Rather that, as Imladris keeps hearing this siren song, of one acting as a trust of the Light. The being before them just creeping thought more and more in... “I know you have seen my artifact. I know you wanted to touch it, as all mortals do.”

Lind fails her wanting warning, as Imladris 'nods'... “Seen it....”

“The one cast beyond my Eye to prevent.”

“That one Iota.”

A glowing, open hand, double in meaning. “You can access it, where I cannot. Bereft I am, but can somehow be remade whole. All I ask, is to be taken to it.”

Imladris heard, 'and' heard a 'now', unsaid at the end of this... a tone where request becomes demand. Where that shadow of the light 'has' all Shadow within. The warning of a mind, just makes tone of back... “I know what you seek.”

“Yes.”

“Nay....”

“What?!”

Lind draws witness, as Imladris knows enough now... “What good is 'that' to you now. The Nine, Seven and Three are impotent, and the One remains out of all reach!”

“It is mine Rochbien!!!” ...a roaring voice that Lind didn't wilt, as long as Imladris did not. The glowing being was obviously losing that luster, to it's ancient lust professed unnaturally! “If I must assail another named Imladris, shalt so do to a bloody end! I who Made them All, and demand all same back!”

Imladris easily returned in harsh kind. “As if assailing me will do any better than of Lord Elrond's realm!”

Lind then sees to her amazement, as the being tries to attack, but some form of an overslash attack is blocked expertly by Imladris's blade! And then to her hearing, as she realizes she's a witness here! “A fools errand here Annatar! But the One Ring of Sauron is still Lost to you!”

The block is not allowed to be disengaged, as Morgoth's Lieutenant decries back! “NAY! Bring me to my Making now!!!”

Imladris's amazement of realization of what this being is, in full truth, is quickly tempered by the same truth here, that he knows readily of. He even remarks to is as... “You have no power over me. No power here. Unmade by your own failings, and the efforts of Heroes 'higher' than even you could hope of return to. And so impotent to this breaking, and now this 'last' failing!”

The ghost that was once a beautiful form, just collapses, all made only by use of Imladris's mind and leaking power, where Sauron could not do the same anymore for himself! As such, Imladris realizes the folly and ends this affair as the broken wraith just decries with losing voice! “You are nothing but of utter FOOL! You hold no power, the last now just broken!

For there is only 'one' power I hold onto. And my enemy is 'not' you!”

A broken wraith just hollers with no effect, trying to make a last strike as Imladris disengages finally. Imladris in kind just swipe first of word... “Begone unto Dagor Dagorath with you!” ...and the follow of his blade that casts back the fallen Mordor Lord into the Void, whence he came! It takes a stunned moment to pass, before Lind manages out... “Beloved... was... did he try.... to...?”

Imladris just sighed, leveling his blade down. “Now I know what it all felt like, the same when Hild showed me the One Ring of after replica. Still all too real, and yet, enough to just cast it all aside anyway.”

Lind just bemoans loudly. “All the better for a story not your true own! And of ye to act so entranced like that!??!”

Imlade in turn, finds threat of a love, far more dire than what Sauron attempted same! He just warbles through some nice neck throttling.... “Ca... can... I... gack... ap... apolo... gize!?”

Lind manages a bit more throttle, before a 'second', deeper... eviler.... monolithic force, that seems to realize their presence. Imladris just gulps out... “I... think we have better leave here.” ...as Lind and he then feel their departure indeed coming. Their vanishing prior to being discovered from the Outer Void.

Only 'one' active Dark Lord was of Chosen anyway to return presence.

---

“I am sorry to profess this, but 'what' was all that about?!”

Frig watched, Eihwa in arm of Gandalf still, Frodo and Elrond aside each other, where a arm was not taken of each as well, as Almighty explained. “: The Gift of Confidence. Such as you demonstrated against a very real Threat, of a very real response. :”

Lind professed. “I feared this was not so, if not for the final result.”

“: One only combated properly, as one that has now become equal to the remains of what once was. :”

Gandalf remarked to this. “So indeed his fall was fathomless. Sauron had no wrath left to fully enact upon.”

“So he was using mine, in a fashion.”

The lot watch as Imladris realizes. “So... my power has become such, that it can attract as if of artifact mode?”

“: The last enhancements, are the last. There is but one step left, to the rightful place lost of us. But that is a lesson, you should take heed, of the one in arm of you near. :”

Lind accents upon said right arm. “The responsibility of control.”

Imladris rounded it all back plainly. “So much to attract if I am not heeding. I will keep that reminder from now on. I want ill of another incident of Hild's making.”

Elrond nods in explaining. “Sauron too was once a servant of the Maiar, the most mighty in fact, such was his tools when he fell to Melkor's service. You would heed that, given what is known of your own service.”

Imladris however shook his head to that. “Nay there. I was already saved, and choose to remain so as of now. I have no desire to follow darker paths. Not if it costs me one that I fought too hard to seek acceptance of. This of my Lind, whom I told Sauron, was more potent to me, than any mere trinket.

To face Voluspa in such a vein, I will continue to do!”

Frodo smiles and then imparts... “Then you know better to see us as mere characters in a story. It'll help you to keep better reality in another chapter to come.”

“One not so fast done, little Hobbit.” Gandalf reminds, the small bearer looking up upon. “The lesson here instead, is that celebration is supposed to come first. If this fools lesson is done with.”

Almighty nods correctly to move it all along. Just mere thought of the former dark Lord Sauron, giving this rile and rise. “: Agreed. More since this lesson was witnessed by all 'here'. The Gift that was seen all the same. :”

And such why Imladris was avoiding most eye contact with most else. The event 'had' been seen by so many all here. This as the Eddas pop up once more. (x6): “Thanks for the new material for our works, 'gold guy'!”

“Oh... swell.”

Some good expense laughter, is then augmented when Sheogorath pops up just then. “Pardon 'sir', but it seems you have trumped us all here as Heroes in one act. Where be the equal measure then?”

Imladris takes hint of to 'give' that vein. “Then please show your skill, by 'all' chance!”

Sam near and near, just gulps... “Oh dear us and me.”

And soon after, as Lind and Netharine 'cheer' on, the two warriors demonstrate some fine blade skill, where a dance floor becomes a battle floor for a short bit. Only so as a few stiff strokes and some weird grunts unused to, become laughter fit for Thor's Valor Halls. (As such Lord Thor amongst, just 'helps' that jolly.)

The Gift of Enjoyment takes over, as dance and song discourse for whim, by no other whim accompanying. Describing past was of little avail. For all that such was, where enjoyment ensured others accompanying, enjoyed the same, and all about in the health filled circle.

And the health of Imlade, meant Lind ensured enough dancing to fulfill by. Meant indeed at that.

--------------------

Hild finally got fed up about four hours in, as celebration slowed to a late evening of night crawl. The kind where dance was slow, and company spread out even more than before. But not too far as it would turn out. Of two specific notes, where Bell and Kei were not concerned, Peorth for one, was just engrossed in Talos's arms.

This as she 'really' lets go into her enjoyment. “Il est trÃ¨s divin.” ...so much a bit too so, as her hug at first was tight as a vice. “Oh.... -wheeze-... aye.” ...before Peorth settles on a softer touch. Such as many a female are adrape upon their beloveds. (Hence why Hild beat the bush.)

Mara for her part, was just kept 'busy', by added accompaniment, whit led to this soft impasse.

Hence when Frig sensed... “Uh... not 'now' Urd...”

...and really not heeded. This as a semi drunk Past Norn, looks around in realization and shouts to the blinking surprise of Troubadour aside her, added to so many others... “Okay, this party is getting to fuddy duddy!”

“So what?!” Skuld shouts from across the dance floor. Urd of such cue just quips. “We need a more night club theme in here! I need to shake some booty!”

Troubadour just twitters out... “I don't think this is the kind of a place for that dear.” ...before his collar is yanked into a Hildish like stare. “Hey buddy. I said shake it.”

“S.. sha... shaking away Urdy.”

Frig just moans as Satoko nearby hazards to ask. “Uhhh... what is she going to do to us.”

Urd cracks out at that! “Hey! Scetu you metal dog you! We need a lively tune in here! Common! Throw us a bone here!”

“// My functions do not include expelling or production of bio-organic structuring manner like that.”

Some off kilter static cling blot-bit 'clangs' off the said metal noggin, as Urd yells! “Oh just play something with spice here! Anything ya got will do! You metal DJ on struts!!”

Keiichi (for one) is already pulling Belldandy along, in an emergency manner towards the exit!! “I think we better go watch a sunset at the beach instead here!!” ... “If you say so dear!”

It was a bit too late for that, for them all, as the first sonnets anew, caught their ears (and their mutual devices.) Frig just gleeps out... “Maybe the jewelery and bracelets were a bad... I... I.... ut oh...” ...as her body starts to react in a 'weird', and involuntary way. This before the others do, Keima remarking... “Just what the blazes is that kind of.... mu... mu... muwohoo?”

A quite alien piece of music, to be sure, one that came from Scetu's replete alien composition archives, that had sounds of instruments that just had no earthly equivalent. One that was quite upbeat, but strangely kilter awry. It 'was' that hard to describe, and one that nevertheless, started making everyone making strange, jig like movements that were more comedic than anything else. Especially movements that didn't befit their elegant cloth, for certain! This as Mara looks up and blinks awkwardly. “What the blazes of the Lower Nine!?” ...this as this weird scene just outright takes over all other senses, even proper thought!

Chihiro warbles despite one such jelly like jink. “I'm gonna throw up here soon... WHAG!!”

Sentaro: “Wha... what's going on!?”

“Blame my dumb sister! EEEK!!”

Boy was Keiichi proven correct about the involuntary bit. YEEP!!

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The days 'did' in seem and feel, pass into weeks, as the Ball kept it's intent clear. There were so many stories and more stories made of just the participation, as were Gifts of other events, some trinkets or other news that affected the Heroes Chosen. Of one, the Eddas ensuring a singular copy of each Heroes works, done in a magnificent scroll of heavenly make, for each to keep forever.

Such as a form of immortality allowed of each, as Frodo and Sam were allowed residence, somewhere in Heaven's vast expanse, in a fashion that Imladris was told, had relevance to him. Why was not however told, given as surprise to come. Gandalf was given choice of Gift to whence to go with his life from here, and decided a calm, Hobbit version of a life was well and good. Of the Elves, theirs was to remain of their kin in Valinor, no more or less.

A version of the same for Netharine and Sheogorath, as their Daedric existence was enough with each other, under an Aedra vein of protection, as long as either remained of each other's side, by willing choice. (And even spell could not break that of each other.)

Imladris wanted to leave his Gift squarely of what Lind accosted his arm of constantly, but for Heaven's own chosen Servant here, it was not allayed as so.

As such, eventually, the slow approach of the End of the Ball was coming.....

---

Imladris, with Lind of arm, looked at a sight that he hoped would not need surpassing. “What.... city is this?”

Somewhere 'deep', within Almighty's Palace, looking along from a vast walkway of dark beneath, yet still solid of the light that made of it, seen by more of the same demarcation lines of corners and such, vectored towards a sight of a city of light and more light, that seemed....

“: To approach, I will not allow. For this is the making of the Seer's impart. :”

Imladris strikes a look, as Lind and he hear of their escort, Frigurina of other arm. “: To some format you can imagine before you, the information that Voluspa gave unto Me, at the Dawn. And within, it's secrets of all Time. A City I made to cover them in a veneer that has no resident to look upon. This all then, is the program code, at the surface, that is the Knowledge of Voluspa, held of my Will within. :”

“But... why show then?”

“: Do thee not see? :”

Lind blinks though Frig does not. Imladris stutters off at first... “Only a city that seems limitless. That... well there seems a limit, but maybe there isn't really here. I mean I don't know if my mind should decide to see a limit, if there is one there, of a city that represents..... represents......”

Just the mere thought, that thinking that there was no limit here, when it seemed there was, despite not 'seeing' one in truth here.... “Voluspa could be wrong.”

“: Could. When time comes, all will show why. :”

So much detail was left unsaid. It was not the time here to ask of such. Just the mere hope of, was enough. Almighty and Frigurina, seeing Imladris and Lind in 'such' a hopeful hug, was the point. An unsaid fear despite was left unsaid too, in a knight's heart. One of loss despite this newfound 'possible' knowledge. From this, Imladris just went with tact instead. “Please keep us all safe, for us all, from all of this. Let all trials end with this result in mind.”

“(A Gift of Hope.)”

“( : I already sense the next Trial to come. All to better prepare. : )”

Imlade and Lind are only pulled away from this embrace, when Eihwa approaches on her own behest. Lind bemoans on hearing... “Buonasera amans!”

“I thought ye were accosted by an aged gentleman of color?”

Eihwa smirks back. “They, have already departed of their Gifts afar. I 'do' know where to return to instead.”

“Administration is a proper place.”

Imladris, already in one hug when this eye static bolts between 'them', just creeps out. “Don't suppose a Gift of Salvation can be had here?”

“Tis not on the Gift Docket pup.”

Frigs response just dumps Imlade's mood. Another movement however perks it, as Eihwa then produces a small, curve domed like 'card', of a pearly-glowy-glossy texture. “What be...?”

“Lady Irtasus asked me to deliver this to ye. Both of ye, as I was put of it in tone.” ...this Lind blinks at, as Imladris takes the unknown item from Eihwa. Imladris doing so purely from source of. “What would Irtasus have of me with this?”

“A similar that Lind-kun...” ...Eihwa begets glare in kind of... “...will receive for a day, of familiar form on below.” ..and then a 'WHAT' glare?! “Pardon!? My parents on Earth!?”

“Only one day, Dea Generale. I... EEK! Shoot not thy messenger!” ...this Eihwa jumps behind Frig of note, from the glare Lind gives. Frig just responds in kind. “Eventually it may seem. Not all at once.”

Imladris alone is not sure what to make of all this. Not that it matters as just then, Frig starts acting weird. This as Almighty quips over on realization. “: Your plans are going awry. :” ...this as the others see Frig fighting against the reflective influence of the chaos going on, 'on' below, at that moment. Frig just quips... “Uhm... perhaps a... oh dear... chance rescue... oh jeeze... by our Nephew... okay, too weird... would be in... eep! Save please now!!”

Imladris of cocked eye... “Uhkay... I... what already? Now?”

Almighty's hands are already a waving. “: Ye shalt see on arrival, whit such is so bemusing on hand. :”

“Keep thy comments to thine self, Big Bucko!” Frig snaps as her pseudo self-control really is losing it now. And 'just' like that, as to a quip to a beloved... “I guess we go home now General.”

“Of course, Hero.”

This just leaves Almighty to start sauntering off on his own. Frig of course... “You think that's funny! Just ye wait till I'm saved of all this!”

Eihwa of accord... “I should record this for posteritÃ .”

“You do and I'll quintuple your workload!!!”

Eihwa knew it was worth it.

--------------------

The beam deposited them cleanly enough, towards the bottom steps entrance of the Temple area. Imladris on a strange tryst, remarked on quick arrival... “Mmmm.... and now 'this', feels like home. Verses before.. um.. you know.”

Lind just nods cutely, before a few kooky shrieks from above, have them both approaching fast on foot. As they make the rise, Lind blinks... “By what chaos...?”

“Guys! He's here!!”

Frigs voice, brings others, Keiichi afar snapping out... “Gold dude! Stop... stop this... holy YIPE!”

Other similar calls for help from around, makes Imlade take a 'tactical' look around. “Okay, what really.... eh? That music.”

“Okay, I'd like it to stop... yipe!!” ...Urd manages before her body jerks again weirdly. Lind is just bemused and confused, as Imlade quips out on enough recognition... “Eh? Pa`grtah Spider Mating Ritual music!??!”

“WHAT!?!?!?” ...this Keima screams girly like! “Stop it! Stop it!! This is so wrong!!!”

It takes Imlade a moment to notice... “Ah, the Impulse Translator method. Not a surprise with this biker bunch.”

Chihiro just crams back out!!!! “This song has to stop sometime, you metal blowhard!!!'”

“Not for another seven days.” ...with expected decrying as a result. Lind levels a cute look at said metal dork. “Perchance explain?” ...this as Skuld/Sentaro and Banpei/Sigel jitter-jink-joop ahead of them of some fashion. “The Pa`grtah (heh, say that five times fast,) do a mating celebration dance that lasts for days, leading up to this dance here. Quite an honor actually, since usually only the Royalty start this dance.” ...he then thinks kookily. “They're also a bit put off easily by others doing the dance before them any. Also telepathic a bit. Hope they don't come here and raze this planet.”

Urd is ignored in the background, yelping for it to stop, as Lind keeps her cute quipping... “And you would have a hand in the demise of humanity. You can be their first sacrifice.”

“Har har... but nay there, since I had to participate in that same dance, as a diplomatic gesture, to get the Pa`grtah to join the Illumina Alliance, rather early in the campaign. Actually, there's a fun story that goes with it. It...”

“Just stop the music already!!!” More than one, agitated mortal, spirit or goddess yells out. Imlade giggles and indeed... “Do please halt thy sonnet parameters, Scetu my friend.” ...this a metallic nod, and 'such' a moan of sweet relief. Keiba of note... “I'm not sure how long we were dancing for.”

“An hour and seventeen minutes and forty-...”

“Long time Belldandy, bit too long.” Urd remarks. Frig of note, just twirls a finger... “Guess I should help compensate.” ...and just feeds some refreshment energy into everyone. Lind just keeps smiling. “So we return in time from one Ball, unto another?”

Keiichi for one, with Bell in simult looking of realization, (as Urd is boot kicked across the Ballroom floor by a refreshed an d manic Skuld, both soon in a hair pulling contest, Sentaro and Troubadour just keeping away wisely,) at the magnificent duo. Belldandy of note. “Oh my, you're.... Lind...?” ...this however Lind puts a serene finger to her own lips. Bell gets the message. Keiichi however... “So, how was the whole Ball bit bub?”

“Replete of glory not seen since similar days of wars victories. Too much at that. Sheesh.”

Frig just comes up on the four then gathered, and quips over to Imlade. “That wench of a white goddessfriend of yours is about to be overloaded with work. Much like you in poor regard, she is being.”

Imlade's quips of Eihwa being otherwise of his accosted, is lost on Lind's smirk... “Grind her Admin duties, well and good then.” This Belldandy smiles meekly, as much as Keiichi just gulps. Imlade does then remark. “At least take it easy of her regard, if that be equal of my own poor from.”

Chihiro just leaps up on neck of said grinded usual bloke. “What was poor form, was making us dance that long in the first place!” ...nice headlock to boot. Course Imlade just quips out, as 'if' the headlock was of little effect. “Maybe another version then to take such place?” ..and then as Chihiro blinks at such ease said, as Imladris then quips out to Scetu. “Some of the same trappings for us both please, this as well.”

Lind then quips cock eyed, still looking at Belldandy. “'Us'?” ...before some shimmering sounds put the two into the same 'crowd'. Chihiro hears of Tamiya nearby, at the metal bloke. “Whuts yous doing now?”

Imladris made sure first, of smiles of Frig, Kei and Bell in turn, before calling out to Scetu. “If not be day or weeks be enough of a Ball, let one end us here all the same. Another Gift I sense. And so do of tune of something more recognizable. A good eclectic mix of the decades past of my Second Life, as music here. Forties, Fifties, Sixties, all way unto now that meets approval here. All fit for a proper Ball of youthful remembrance.”

“A fine command as any, for us all.” Belldandy gives as Keiichi then quips to Chihiro. “I don't think choking him like that will do any good here.” ...this Chihiro simply slips off. “I guess not.”

...and promptly does the same anyway to Tamiya off of pure whim. A quirky lead off to a round about serene stroke, of Ball's Last Gift. And Scetu was well to his programming, as the lot found the remainder of the night, indeed appeasing to dance by. A lot of such done, such was Frig's refreshment to lead to dance and dance and more dance. And being happy of the lessers to give their betters to this memory in play, just lent to over and more. For what there is more regal than a woman in love, of happy, in arm, and all joy.

And seeing such various dance moves, of such females not used to be seen of such, lent to the exotic. Imagination had no need here then.

And where not of dance, was simple company, some shared food, and words meant one other of a pair. And none were remiss in this, by any or one. Even the most resistant to such. Not even to kisses or promises.

And all was simply joy, till dawn come.

--------------------

Two verily well dressed men, and their ladies of on very high, draped upon opposite arms each, at the top of the Temple steps. All, rather fatigued now. The two males trade light tales of the evening before, to good amazement of females listening. Either once or twice not enough.

“Nice way to stand up to that blowhard of a mortal, good sir.”

Keiichi just snickers nervously... “Well, it all wasn't my style to hit Aoshima. The way the rest of that went, seemed more effective anyway. Not like you and... you really mean there's 'that' bad guy out there somewhere?”

“And stuck there too. Enough worrying about one problem at a time, anyway.”

“We hear that.” Lind remarked, as the sunlight began to crest past sunrise. Belldandy nods. “The next it would seem... -good yawn- ...is rest. I do not believe any of us will be fit for the day to come.”

“Isz hears dat.” ...they see Tamiya shuffling on down, Chihiro asleep on his back. (Since carrying her properly, 'would' be that dire.)

Imladris then looks out on the new day, and nods once more and ever again. “It is good to be home.”

Course that serene moment lasts not.

“-Long moan- Maaaaannnn... my mom is gonna kill me for not coming home.” ...this as Sentaro and Skuld support each other along. Skuld in kind. “We can blame it on Urd.”

“HEY!” Comes from inside, the four watching just keep humor of spirit, with it all.

--------------------

Sigrun just blinked around. “So I stay here for a bit?”

Eihwa just shrugged as she leafed through a celestial tablet FULL of stuff to do. “Just long enough to reinitialize your network with Intracel. At least your mother put that first in priority here. (So much for any time off here.)”

They both arrive in System Hub's central pillar, as they hear a still well dressed Chihiro being talked to by Hirund. Ere and Ex listening, are hearing their amazement. Eihwa just quips out, her white ball gown flowing about her. “What is going on with my Regolatore Principale?”

Hirund 'corrects' with... “You mean Lind's new Apprentice. We've chosen Chrono here to undergo Silver Wings training under our new General. It is of the same merit that Sigrun is, under Imladris's tutelage. Both only begun at that.”

Sigrun and Chrono are both just stunned, as much as Ere and Ex looking at each other of another vein. “But... Chrono...” Ex looking up at Hirund. “...she's been with us for ages. Aren't we a team together?”

Hirund just waggles a finger. “Sorry, but you two soon will have another Training regimen to deal with. The Controller Section is usually only a stepping stone anyways in progression. And other Admin sectors need new Admins in Training.”

Ere and Ex just look at each other. Sigrun and Chrono the same of their vein. (Hirund at Eihwa at behest of Frig, uhboy.)

All of that, whit suddenly is cut short. A warble tone makes them all look, as Chrono quickly takes up old habit of post, as do Ere and Ex. Eihwa asks shortly enough... “Che cos'Ã¨?”

Some expert information collection required, brings from Ere's tone... “Is this... right... ma`am! We just were sent data from Section 45-2189 concerning a large gravitational disturbance.” ...the others listening as Ere puts in a leery tone. “It... looks like the section reports a Star was detonated without cause, outside of it's natural parameter to do so.”

Ex nods. “We're only being alerted because of the old datafiles concerning that Section in the past.”

Eihwa quickly annotates. “Keep appraisal of all data from that Section from now on. Just in case.”

“From now on?” Hirund comments, Eihwa looking over. “It does concern a mutual charge of note.”

“Possibly. Possibly not. But it is coincidental.”

Sigrun just rubs her own starry mane. “I just hope no one got hurt.”

Hirund and Eihwa just traded an uncertain look in kind.

--------------------

The Illuminaran Alliance commander just felt cold. “No.... no.....”

“: I'm sorry Commander, but it's been confirmed. :”

“But... my brother.... he was on Iitra.... it... it can't...”

The image of a large avian like being, griffon like and all in size and bulk, just shook it's feathered head. “: There was no mistake, signal buoys and an escaped vessel confirmed it. All seven million are dead. I'm sorry. :”

The hand rest crunched under the blow given. The crew nearby were mixed of worry of two kinds, and of a bit of fear of their commander's mental state. One however focused back with... “Calm your mind, if you wish to mend this breach.” This leading the commander to remark. “We are certain it's Marian involvement?”

“: Absolutely. :”

The commander just snapped out. “We need to triple our efforts. No matter what it takes. Stims, neuron-impulse, REM burst frequency assist, and whatever else. We cannot rest. Not now. If the threat of the original tearing of the unity apart wasn't bad enough, now 'this?! Marian involvement?!

Find him! We have to! We need to find him now!!”

No discord, and all expert ability used, the whole crew as one. And all less than sixty-three Parsecs away, and one nudge of heavenly fate away.

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As was Frigurina's version, for Keiichi.

(End Act VII C, Vol. II)

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Author notes: Talk about a deeper Act than what I first intended. Was intending no more than a mere Ball for Imladris with Lind along his side, but then wanting to explain more detail, have some Heavenly adventuring, and then Lind's own advancement came up as effective, all at the same time. And then the thought of Lind's own parents came up, and how Imlade would react to it all.

Some of it all feels 'side show' in a way, but I felt there was a place for it, even despite complaints that there were already too many characters and all. Course to that I simply put that with so many people around us as it is, and their own stories and what not, that they are all still there, in the end. But as for this story, the whole 'character' bit, isn't done with yet. Plus, kinda feels weird to 'not' give credence detail to any character I add, as it then 'really' all feels rushed in the plot to me.

And maybe it's my own bit against the high paced bit of life, to make a story that can be sat down to and read, and 'let' time pass by more slowly. (At least until my next major arc comes up soon here.) But anywho, the plot is following now to where I want it too, with where the Carol act will be in, after it's own bit of clean up. Thoughts about post Vol. II stuff comes to my mind, but that would be leaking plot stuff, so nuff said there.

And then the whole Heroes bit. I went with the solid book version of the LotR bit, as well as some well read stuff from the LotR wiki pages. It was all a simple 'backdrop' idea to plug them in with, as well as a bit of 'what if' stuff, with a tic of OMG themery thrown in. I hope it all came across decently enough. The same with the Elder Scrolls bit thrown in, as I had already played both games to the end, so felt it was all appropriate as well. Course by the point I put this element in finally, the story was long, so I didn't want to put too much, where I felt I didn't need too. Plus I wanted Keiichi to look as good as Imlade usually is. (Sorta.)

In the end, this was a long writing project, that just will lead into a couple of larger arcs, by the time this is all said and done.

So I give time for now, to just read and enjoy for awhile. (Probably play some Spore here for a bit, before the next Act.)