Chapters In the middle of the city known as Canterlot, a girlish figure pulled himself from the sidewalk. He had just woken up from a strange slumber induced during his job. A job he hates but because of his circumstances, it pays well. After all, cafes in Japan are popular for unique reasons. Some, have butlers. The one he worked in had maids, and we can be quite certain of his position.
On each side of the sidewalk he pulled himself from, humans of strange coloring walked. No one, used to the strange, looked towards him. After all, a human-horse hybrid, also called a centaur, had finally been arrested. Another, a teacher, had been stoned in his vehicle by excessively rude students and came back the next day having scientifically engineered cotton candy clouds that rained chocolate milk. It had taken a yellow girl to calm him.
The boy's appearance, despite being very very feminine, was normal aside from his massive wings of nearly glowing silver, sharp enough to cut light itself. The figure blinked.
"Where-Where am I?" his female-esque voice asked. "Rainbow people?"
His face portrayed one of pure bewilderment. He had just registered the coloring before he heard a voice that sounded like the moonlight itself was dancing.
"Excuse me dear? Are you okay?" the moonlight asked.
"Where-where am I?" He asked as he turned. Before him stood a woman with night blue hair, twinkling like the stars themselves lived there as it flowed to an unfelt wind. Her skin was a deeper but less varied blue.
She placed her hand on his cheek rubbing her thumb against it. "You're in Canterlot, of the nation of Equestria."
"Equestria?" he asked her.
"Amnesia. I must take you to the Doctor," she murmured. "Please follow me. You can trust me dear."
Amnesia? he wondered, But I remember everything... I live in Tokyo, Japan. I'm a college student studying electronics...
The woman, having led him past just a few houses, knocked on the door of a little blue box.
"TIME TURNER!" She called.
"I'm sorry, who?" a slightly muffled voice called back.
"Oh for... Doctor!" she called, slightly miffed.
"Thank you!" a man stepped out, "now, what's the issue?"
"This girl seems to have a case of amnesia, Doctor, can you do anything?" she asked.
"Of course I can Luna, but I will tell you. She doesn't have amnesia. In fact, she has a very detailed memory. The TARDIS scans new arrivals to the planet when I let her. Of course, I was getting ready to come see her myself. TARDIS found quite an amount of Void on her," The Doctor answered.
"Void?" Luna questioned.
"Well, my people call it the Void. Its both that and a barrier. Its empty, to most things, and keeps worlds apart. Parallel universes. Something powerful must have sent her here. TARDIS found no ill intent so I suggest you enroll her in school just to watch her."
The boy tried speaking but the effects of being sent through the Void must have had adverse effects on him because as soon as he tried he passed out.
Dreaming...
Amnesia opened his eyes to see a weird room full of instruments of all kinds and a woman with the ears and tail of a cat. She was singing.
"When will the day come?
When will I see you once again?
I have lost you and the light,
is fading away. "
Amnesia was filled with a longing for home and days long gone as she sang. As he began to sway she stopped.
"Alexis."
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am the reason you're here. Not as a punishment but to help you and me. There is a man, an evil man, who killed nearly everyone I am attached with. Hopefully the powers you drew can help. The only one I can help you is for hints and this," she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "For now, so you don't endanger yourself, call me The Musician. My first hint, Look for the one with the powers of water and light for they will help you."
She began to vanish as he woke. "I am in a War so I can't do much. One day I will come to you. For now, there is someone in your world you need to find, her name is Celestia and, no not the one you met, she is a pony with wings and a horn. She will not be where you go after this world, but located far away from either Equestria. Help me with this and I will let you pick a friend to bring here."
Amnesia nodded and she vanished.
The Next Day
Alexis, for that was the boy's name, pulled himself out of a very comfy, but pink, bed. He was in some pajamas which were pink as well. A knock came from the door.
"Time to get up!" came Luna's voice.
He opened the door and walked face first into a pair of fleshy white mounds. Immediately he jumped back, face burning with embarrassment. The owner of the mounds was a woman similar to Luna but with a few lighter colors in her hair.
"Luna? Who's your friend?" the woman yelled, her face still calm.
"Oh," Luna peered past the corner wearing a chefs hat. "Tia, Amnesia. Amnesia, Tia."
Tia looked at Alexis. "She means Celestia. I take it your name's not Amnesia?"
"No, but it can work for now. My old name was..." he waved his hands past himself. Celestia nodded.
"Alright." A warm smile appeared on Celestia's face. Amnesia smiled back.
At CHS
"Alright class, we have a new student. Her name is Amnesia," the teacher announced. They peered up at him in his three-sizes-too-big-hoodie and he looked at them. "He-hello," he stuttered. One of the windows near him shattered and he shielded himself from the blast. He pulled his sleeve down to discover and piece of glass embedded in the sleeve. He plucked it out and saw something shimmer before a scratch that it had left vanished.
Meanwhile the class was laughing and a girl at the back of the room was looking at him with a burning curiosity. Her eyes twinkled before she spoke.
"The King..." she whispered.
Warning: Chapter contains Future events of Renovare of Hope. Proceed with caution.
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Three weeks after the window incident, Amnesia had successfully faded to the shadows of the school. They knew him, but didn’t care. While his school life was mediocre at his home with Luna and Celestia, Luna was essentially his mother. He managed to form a closer bond with her than he ever had his real mother.
His real mother had, before her death, constantly said, “I wish you had been born a girl. So do many people. The family will die with you. A pathetic excuse for a man.” Brutal beyond compare, his mother nearly destroyed his self-confidence. She had later died of drug overdose.
Luna, on the other hand, constantly encouraged him, cheered him up when he was depressed. Kind and loving, not once had she spoken a harsh word to him and his love for the woman who had allowed him to live with her grew. He almost constantly, got close to calling her mom. It was during a time like this that he was talking to her about his family.
“What about your father?” Luna asked as she continued to cook their dinner. Celestia apparently could only cook one thing. Cakes.
“I never knew him,” was the response. Amnesia was sitting at the kitchen table.
“Oh. That’s sad. Let’s not dwell on such things, ok dear?” she suggested, her hand tilted as if waving the topic away.
“You’re right, Mo-Luna,” he corrected himself.
Now, it just so happens Luna is a fan of Neighponese foods and was making Neighponese style curry. She had all the vegetables cut, and was moving onto the rice.
Amnesia stood up and made his way outside to his favorite place. A little nook at the bottom of a tree in the front yard. He had made it a few steps when the world wavered.
“Alexis? You can hear me right?” asked the feminine voice who had told him about why he was here. “I always get bad reception on these things. Just let me… there we go!”
Suddenly the catgirl shimmered into view. This time she was adorned in a strange outfit. She wore armor of a light purplish color and two swords were on her back. Excalibur and Dyrnwyn were the names that came to mind.
As Amnesia stared at her she reached over and rapped his forehead. “Hello? Anyone in there?” Her shook his head, ignoring the pain.
“Musician? Why are you here?” he asked her.
“I have free time. Still can’t find my Luna or Fluttershy,” she shrugged.
“I have… no clue what that means,” he admitted. The catgirl snickered.
“I know that you numbskull,” she replied. Her tail flicked casually behind her.
Amnesia sighed. “So you’re here to help me find the other Celestia?”
“Yup!” She smiled and turned towards the house. “I’ll be here until you find the place that she’s in.”
“Aren’t I already here?” Amnesia asked, still standing in the same place.
“Hehe. You’re close, I’ll give you that,” she said as she opened the door. Amnesia spun and ran after her.
“Don’t!” He called out.
“And why not?” She asked, looking back at him.
“They’ll ask who you are,” he muttered. She giggled.
“I’ve got that covered,” she said as she began to hum.
The sound waves seemed to waver and surround her. Moments later she had changed to look like what seemed to be Eris. Eris was the teacher who had snapped. Then she changed again, the hair lengthening and a pair of headphones appeared on her neck. “Problem solved. I’m Eris’ cousin from Neighpon.”
Amnesia sighed. This woman was insane. Neighpon was different from Japan. She walked in and he followed close behind. “MOM! There’s someone here.” Moments later, before he could correct himself, he realized what he had said.
“Alright dear,” was Luna’s response.
“Oh god… I called her mom,” he gasped.
“It makes sense. She the maternal figure in your life now,” Musician said, lounging on the couch. That’s the sanest thing she’s ever said to me , he thought. “Now, I know the area that’ll lead to the place she’s in.”
“Can we go now? I’d rather get this done now,” Amnesia muttered.
“Alright,” she stood up. “Should be open. If not I’ll force it.”
“Right.” Amnesia said. Musician made her way out of the house and towards the street. After a few blocks she turned and placed her hand on the statue in front of the school. Or at least she would have, if her hand hadn’t gone through it.
“Perfect. Its open,”she said, “Celestia’s in there.”
Amnesia raised an eyebrow. “And where exactly is there?”
“Its the-” she was cut off as a beam of light slammed into her chest and sent her flying into the school building. When the dust had cleared, she was standing in front of a crater in the wall. “Well, well. Hello Merchant. Took you quite awhile.”
“I do my best. Though I’m afraid I don’t know you,” a man standing on top of the other side of the school said.
Musician started laughing. A sort of crazy laugh that makes you fearful of the insane. Suddenly, no longer in the appearance of the Eris look-a-like, she looked up at him.
“You really are a fool, brother.”
“Oh. it’s you sister. I do hope you don’t mind me killing your little friend he could pose a problem. I can’t have Displaced that I didn’t make running around,” a beam of light fired towards Amnesia and Musician made to stop it but was too far away. As soon as the light vanished, Amnesia was seen holding the body of Luna. In the center of her chest was a massive hole.
“How DARE you. How DARE you,” Amnesia said. Every window within a thousand feet of him exploded at once. “I’ll destroy you,” he said, voice dripping with menace.
Suddenly Musician grabbed him and tossed him back into the statue. Before he was taken by the swirling color, “I’m afraid that’s my job. But you’ll get your revenge my friend. As will I.”
Amnesia landed in a dark room and screamed. Screamed loud enough that even Musician heard it. His rage echoed through the portal itself. It was in that moment that Merchant realized. Musician and Amnesia would be a very dangerous enemy.
“Your Majesty,” a girl’s voice called out, “I am your servant. I am Freyja. First of the Memories.”
The time has come, the moon is done.
In our hearts, we'll always be, together.
Just you.
And me.
Amnesia looked up at the girl who had spoken and back at the mirror. His mind burned with rage but he quickly calmed himself. “Your Majesty?” Amnesia asked.
“Yes. I knew when I first saw you in that high school,” she said, “Your are destined to rule our world.”
“This world?” He asked, looking around at the floating trees.
“No. We must go through a portal to get there,” she shook her head, “And we must go now.”
Later...
Amnesia and Freyja were at the top of the castle and Amnesia was being taught a new flight maneuver.
“I just, flick my wings?” Amnesia asked, raising an eyebrow critically.
“Thats it,” Freyja nodded.
“Alright,” he took to the air and flicked his wings when she got close enough. Suddenly, with over ten times Freyja’s estimated speed he flew back.
“Amazing,” she said, “Let me grab on and let’s test your limit, hm?”
Amnesia let her grab on and he took off upwards. After a moment the castle became a blur the size of a gnat and he eventually could see the sky begin to darken. “This high enough?”
“Perfect. Just, let it rip when you fly downwards,” she answered. Nodding he dove. The wind pushed and pushed but he instinctively put his wings forward and all resistance and airflow hitting him vanished.
His speed increased rapidly, and a sonic boom echoed around him. He felt fine so pushed on. After another ten seconds of acceleration, all light around him slowed and he passed the highest recorded speed for any universe near him. Suddenly, he beat the Multiverse record by 0.314mph. Then, he split three atoms and broke the universal boundaries throwing himself and Freyja into the Void.
“Well… shit,” Amnesia said.
Meanwhile, a wave of energy slammed into Equestria. Anything not nailed down went flying. Yet sadly, Amnesia was not there to give any fucks.
I had headed into the Everfree Forest again to train and refresh myself. I had already gone through my forms and was now meditating, or at least I was trying to. The day off I gave the Red Wings wasn’t just for them, it was for me too. So far nothing had gone wrong, but the truth was I was really flying by the seat of my pants when it came to commanding troops.
I really have to thank Gregory, Shining, Spitfire, and Thorax for giving me some pointers, not to mention taking over the smaller details, but I just don’t know how long I can keep this up. Maybe I-
My thoughts were cut off as I felt a portal open not too far from me. Before I could even ponder the implications of this something shot out and slammed into the ground like a meteor with enough force to send me tumbling. After the ringing in my ears stopped I looked towards the direction the object had fallen and saw a massive cloud of dirt in the sky.
Well that ain’t good. Let’s just hope it’s not bad.
I hopped from the tree branches over to the crater, arriving in about half a minute. I was about to hop down and investigate when I heard a pair of groans coming from inside. Deciding it was better to see what was happening, I hid in the tree remained quiet as I saw two figures begin to rise.
It looked like two women, one with gold wings, the other's looked incredibly sharp. The gold winged one spoke up first. "I think you broke something, like, I dunno, LIGHTSPEED."
The other one winced. "Freyja, you said to test my limits. I did."
Freyja growled. "Amnesia.."
Freyja and… Amnesia? Who the hell name’s someone “memory loss”? Then again, I am in a world where “Fancy Pants” isn’t considered too odd of a name, so I guess I shouldn’t talk. They seem to be pretty friendly, but I’m not taking any chances. Not after Geo. Let’s watch a little longer.
“Calm down, we just need to figure where we are, and hopefully, the locals are friendly,” Amnesia said, placing a hand on her forehead.
“We just destroyed a section of their forest,” Freyja monotoned.
“It was only an accident,” Amnesia said, “I’ll fly up, look around, and figure out where we are, alright?”
“Go on then,” Freyja gestured.
Amnesia launched skyward, literally flying up faster than any pegasus or flying creature I had seen. Seconds later he landed again, “We’re still in Equestria, the Everfree from the looks of it.”
“And you’d be correct,” I butt in, startling them as a revealed myself. “So Freyja and Amnesia, was it? Sorry to spy on you, but when a dimensional portal opens up out of nowhere during a time of war, you have to be cautious.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Amnesia nodded, “but, who are you?”
I puffed my chest out. "I, fair maidens, am Gilgamesh, mightiest warrior in all of Equus... or at least this one. And, honestly, I'm surprised you're taking the whole 'you walked into a war' thing so well. Lot of crazy stuff happen to you, too?"
Amnesia pointed at Freyja after facepalming. “She’s female. I am male. Yes, yes it does.”
"Really? Oh, um, sorry about that. And, uh, not to be rude, but you guys might want to leave. I don't think you want to get tangled up in a war decided whether or not the planet is going to be destroyed. Just saying."
“Honestly, I have no idea how to get back to our world,” Amnesia shrugged, “But sounds like you could use help, if you want it.”
I sighed. “Look, if unless you could provide me with some kind of spell, weapon, armor that could be used by anyone, or hell even some quality food, there’s not much you can do here unless you’re willing to stay here. And I mean, like, possibly years. I’ve got soldiers to train and supply, trying to get different species to put their past grievances aside, and god knows what else to do.”
Amnesia grinned, “I’ve got the armor part covered, as well as weapons. Get me some gems and a source of magic and I can get the spells. Food is a possibility.”
I actually blinked in surprise. To be honest, I was just looking forward to sending them home and out of danger, but if they could actually supply the army with something, I’d be all for it.
“If you can, that’d be great, but how much can you make? I’ve got millions of soldiers already, more volunteers and refugees willing to throw in their hand- I’m mean hooves at protecting their homeland, and it’s barely been a month since this war officially started. Not to mention body types. I’ve even got a few dragons in my ranks.”
“Well, here, I’ll let you test the metal I use,” Amnesia reached back and pulled a handful of feathers which regrew instantly. He held up his hands and the feathers molded into a chestplate. “Hit it.”
I shrugged and unclipped my naginata and struck the armor, not that hard but enough to damage the standard issue Solar Guard armor. I was surprised not find a scratch on it. I pulled back for a harder swing, a strike about strong enough to slice clean through Twilight’s treebrary. There was a dent, but it was barely noticeable. I was legitimately impressed, but I had to see it’s limits.
“Set it on the ground. Even if it can take this next blow, I doubt you can,” I warned.
Amnesia shrugged, “I was basically thrown down into the earth at FTL speeds, but yeah. Sure,” he grabbed it and laid it down on the ground.
“Good point, but I still wouldn’t feel good about hurting you.” I clipped my naginata to my back again and raised my fist, gathering energy in my hand and preparing to use the Kongou Kokuretsuzan. “Put up a shield or something. This attack has been known to split islands and pulverize mountains.” As I pulled my arm back, Amnesia and Freyja took a step back, Amnesia making a barrier with his wings.
“Even I don’t know the limits,” Amnesia said from behind the wings, “This could be interesting.”
I slammed my fist into the armor, the attack unleashing a shockwave that sent nearby trees flying, sent the armor into the earth, and sent dirt and debris miles into the sky. After a few seconds of waiting for the dust to clear I picked the breastplate out of the ground and my eyes widened. The armor was bent in, an indentation in the shape of my fist warping it, and a few decent sized cracks all over it, but other it was still whole. Sure, anything that was hit with such an attack would probably still have their internal organs destroyed, but the fact that it was still intact was amazing.
“Holy shit,” I muttered before looking up at the two. “Are you related to Hephaestus or something?” I joked.
Amnesia seemed to ponder for a second, “I don’t know about that but I rule a version of Valhalla…”
I groaned. “Seriously? Another norse Equestria? Jeez, this is getting silly. Am I going to come across a version of Equestria that’s actually Nirvana at some point? Eh, whatever.”
Amnesia shrugged, “It’s always possible, in fact,” he pulled a large book out of nowhere, ruffled through it and nodded, “Yep. There’s one of those.”
I blinked. “Well, questions for another time. Right now, time for business. What do you need to make these, how many can you make, and how long will it take?”
Amnesia put a finger to his chin, “The armor and weapons need the metal on my back, some leather and wood, the amulets for spell casting I need gems and raw magic flow. Food, I just need the ingredients. Not sure how it’ll taste though.”
I honestly started to feel giddy. Some decent news to give the troops was rare even now, but I held back my enthusiasm. One more thing needed to be cleared up. “And, how much is this gonna cost?”
“Whatever you feel you can pay that sounds reasonable. I’m not really one for charging anything besides what the customer wants to,” Amnesia shrugged.
I cringed a bit before asking my next question. “I don’t suppose you’re willing to give out charity?”
Freyja started to open her mouth but Amnesia held a hand up, “Milord you should-”
Amnesia shook his head, “The wings provide infinite metal. Gilgamesh, charity it is.”
I sighed in relief and smiled. “Oh, thank you so much! Oh, you have no idea what this means to me!” I chuckled before settling down a bit. “Still, I’m no leech. You guys can follow me back to Canterlot, I’ll get you some food and something to drink. Might be a little hard to find your exact poison, but we’ve got a few pubs and the Apples have started the cider early.” My mood dampened a bit. “Lord knows they all need a little something to numb the pain nowadays.”
“If you’re willing to put up with us, then that’s all the payment really needed at the moment,” Amnesia shrugged, still holding the large book. “Here,” he tapped the book which duplicated and tossed the copy to Gilgamesh. “Tome about the The Displaced. Got it from my Displacer while she was busy sending me to Equestria.”
I cocked my head. “‘Displacer?’”
“Like The Merchant, old creepy guy who sells things to people and they end up in Equestria? Mine was a crazy catgirl musician deity,” Amnesia said.
“Whoa, whoa, hold up a second! There are other Sys Admins displacing people aside from the Merchant?”
“As far as I know, Essence is the one with the second most Displaced by her. She’s actually rather good about it, Displacing people in deadly situations with no escape or in bad conditions on their home world,” Amnesia shrugged, “She may be crazy but she certainly isn’t bad.”
“Huh. I just bought this naginata at a convention, like pretty much all the others I met. Although, to be honest, it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I hated my life. Even being sealed in stone for more than a thousand years was enjoyable by comparison.”
“From what I remember, there are two Merchants. One is an asshole, the other is rather nice. Essence knows the second one rather well. The first…” Amnesia flinched, “Let’s just say he really pissed her off.”
“Two Merchants? How can-? You know what, not important. Let’s go to Canterlot,” I replied before cutting a hole in the air, opening a portal to the Rift. “I assume you’re accustomed to a method of travel like this?”
“As long as it’s not at FTL speeds,” Amnesia said. Freyja sighed.
“Nah, just a form of teleportation. Nothing so flashy as lightspeed travel,” I assured them before jumping in.
“Alright,” Amnesia jumped in along with Freyja.
The portal closed behind us all before I opened another dropping out into the war room, Surprising Celestia, Luna, Chrysalis, and Gilbert.
“G-Gilgamesh? What are you-?” Celestia began before noting the other figures behind me. “What… who are they?”
Amnesia bowed low, “I am Amnesia, King of Valhalla, Dreamlord, and Blacksmith.”
Freyja pointed at him, “Freyja, Valkyrie Goddess, His second-in-command.”
“Wait, that’s a male?” Gilbert mumbled. “But he looks so much more slender than I expected”
The sound of Amnesia’s facepalm echoed loudly, “If I had a nickel.”
“Yeah, so anyway, I’m assuming you recognize Celestia and Luna,” I interrupted. “In case you don’t already know, this is Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings. And this is Gilbert Ironclaw, recently coronated King of Griffonia.”
Amnesia seemed to flinch at Luna’s name, “Yeah. I recognize the first three.”
“Well, hopefully your Chrysalis was one of the more agreeable ones,” I muttered. “Anyway, ladies and gentlebird-”
“‘Gentlewhat?’” Gilbert asked.
“-these two arrived here by accident, one that has provided us a very fortuitous opportunity,” I continued, dropping the breastplate on the table in front of them.
“Wh-What is this?” Luna asked.
“That is a breastplate made by Amnesia here. He offered his services to us and gave me a sample of his product. What you see before you is the result of an attack capable of cracking a mountain in half hitting it dead on.”
All of them stared slack jawed at the warped piece of metal before turning back to me.
“And they are willing to supply us with such armors?” Chrysalis asked.
Amnesia raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. I'm right here so..."
Chrysalis looked to him for a moment before sheepishly averting her gaze. “My apologies for talking about you as if you weren’t here.”
Amnesia waved a hand dismissively, "After my world and Canterlot High, I'm used to it," he trailed off catching Luna's gaze. He flinched before sighing and looking to the Lunar Princess. "I'm going to apologise now, Princess Luna. My reactions are not out of disgust but sadness."
“‘Sadness?’ I’m not quite sure I understand.”
Amnesia took a deep breath and began to spin a tale of void dwellers, human version of Equestria, death, adventure and new realms. "So, to summarize, CHS Luna took me in, we bonded, Merchant murdered her, Essence probably kicked his ass to kingdom come, and I was sent to Freyja in pony Equestria."
Luna’s eyes widened. “Oh… Oh my. So, you had come close to another version myself?”
“How is that possible?” Gilbert asked, Chrysalis sharing his confused expression.
“Oh, right, I never told you, did I?” I said. “Uh, well, if you’re familiar with multiverse theory, well, it’s true. Countless other versions of Equus out there, some almost exactly the same, others vastly different. Hell, I’m probably from another dimension. Or, another planet, maybe, I’m not entirely sure.”
Chrysalis and Gilbert looked surprised before turning to Amnesia. “And despite not being from this world, this universe, you would still be willing to help us? With no benefit to your own world?”
Amnesia grinned, his face lighting up, "I don't see any reason not to, besides, I'm not in my world so why does it need to benefit?"
“... I see,” Gilbert replied. “I’m just surprised. Charity is the last thing we expected in these times.” He bowed. “Your assistance is greatly appreciated.”
Amnesia merely nodded, "To be honest, I can happily say I'm willing to help."
“Well, with that out of the way, I think we should get the work. Amnesia, tell me what materials you need, what kind of environment you need, and I’ll try and get some estimates on sizes and amounts. Expect high tens of millions. In the meantime, I’ll try and rustle you up some food, some alcohol, and get you two a room for the night if you need it. After that, I’m gonna get some rest.” I sighed. “I’m sure it’ll be a long day tomorrow.”
“Armor and weapons, I’ll only need some wood, preferably strong as you can get it, and leather. All I need is a place to make them that is large so that they’ll be quickly made. The spells, or rather, amulets will need something to hold them on the neck, gems and some raw magic. I can make them in the same place as the weapons and armor. Food, however, I need the bare ingredients and a kitchen. That should be all.”
"Alright then, let's get to it," I said, leading the two out of the War Room. "Ladies, Gilbert, I'll trust you to get everyone up to speed."
"So, how're things coming along?" Gilgamesh asked, stepping in with a plate of sandwiches and a side salad, a 'Kiss the Cook' apron over his armor.
Amnesia gestured towards a massive pile of armor, "Well enough. That reminds me," he unsheathed a strange sword and tossed it to Gilgamesh. "Try it out." He crossed his arms.
Gilgamesh examined the blade. “Nicely made. Simple, yet effective,” he muttered as he twirled the sword in his fingers. “Feels good in the hand, nice grip.” He threw the blade up and caught in the guard, balancing it on one finger. “Perfectly balanced,” he continued before tossing it up again and catching it. He then looked around and picked up a wooden chair. “Let’s test it’s edge,” he said as he pulled his arm back.
“Be careful, it tends to-” he watched as Gilgamesh sliced a hole through the world and a Displaced token flew out, “do that.”
“Well… that’s unexpected,” Gilgamesh thought aloud. “What’s that?” he asked noticing the token, which looked like an pistol.
“Not sure,” Amnesia picked it up and he and Gilgamesh heard a woman’s voice, I am Abigail Grecia, Mercenary of a Thousand Swords, Gun-Slayer, and the General of the Celestial Army, call upon me in times of need and I shall help. May Madness be with you. Amnesia’s eyes went wide. “Now that’s interesting.”
“Be careful. I’ve met others whose words have power, and I can tell the way that she said ‘Madness’ that this is one of them. Though honestly, I’m used to that word being ‘Understanding.’” Gilgamesh warned. “Still, that doesn’t mean this Abigail is a bad person, just watch your step.”
Amnesia snickered. “Actually, Madness is a name. You remember that Displacer I told you about? Yeah, that’s her other name.” Amnesia aimed the pistol into the hole before reaching down and switching its ammo with his own cartridge. He pointed it straight at the hole and fired. As soon as the bullet hit the tear, it closed. “Ha! They work!”
The two were interrupted by a woman in a maid’s uniform appearing in the room. “Who called?” she demanded.
“... Think non-sexy thoughts, think non-sexy thoughts, think non-sexy thoughts,” Gilgamesh muttered under his breath as he tried to pull his gaze away from the new arrival.
Amnesia rolled his eyes and offered a hand to Abigail, “I’m Amnesia, a blacksmith, and this is Gilgamesh. We’re in his world. I take it you’re Essence’s Displaced?”
Abigail nodded, “Yes. May I ask why you called?”
"Hey, he called, not me. Although I am currently try to supply and train a military to keep this world from getting destroyed. Any kind of product or service you can offer?" Gilgamesh asked.
Abigail gave a bored look and looked over at Amnesia, “Is he serious?” She sighed, “I’m a Merc. You buy service.”
Amnesia winced, “If that’s the case, I’ll pay. Anything specific you want?”
Abigail tilted her head, “Bullets, a cloak, and…”
"A sword?" Gilgamesh suggested, holding up the blade.
Abigail nodded, “Sure. I’ll take a sword.”
Amnesia nodded, “I can get anything you need as for the cloak… One sec.” He aimed the gun at the wall, it tore a hole, and he reached inside and pulled out a bunch of cloth. “Cool. That worked. I’ll make the cloak. Give me a second.”
The cloth began to glow and disappeared before a decent length cloak appeared. “Here.” He tossed it to her.
She caught it and put it on. “This’ll do.” The cloak had the same model look as Quantum-Phoenix Blue from Destiny.
"Sweet. Oh, Amnesia, do I have to worry about my soldiers cutting open holes in reality with every swing? Because that could get in the way," Gilgamesh asked.
“No. That was a test, the real swords are right here,” he picked one up from the floor and tossed it to Gilgamesh. “Test it but be careful.”
Gilgamesh gave it a quick swipe in the air, only for a blade of wind to extend several feet away from it and cut a gash into the wall. The warrior blinked for a few moments, processing what happened, before turning back to Amnesia.
“Once again, was that the sword or was that me?” he asked.
“The sword,” Amnesia grabbed another one, “The metal so sharp this is about as dull as it will go for now.”
Abigail’s eyes followed both swords and as he swung, she kept an eye on it. “Does mine do that?”
“No, it cuts the fabric of reality,” Amnesia answered matter-of-factly.
"I'm gonna need to change my training regiment for these new weapons," Gilgamesh muttered. "So, how's the armor doing?"
“I’m around, oh, 400,000 in, give or take a couple thousand,” he answered, turning around and tossing a few more pieces into the pile.
"You're taking into account the different body types too, right? Also, is there any way for us to repair or reforge them? I mean we already proved they're not indestructible, and it would be really inconvenient if we couldn't maintain them."
“I’m going to put a repair spell into the gems. It’ll only work a few times some I’m making a bunch with just repair spells,” Amnesia gestured to a pile of amulets, “The body types are easy enough, I just think of the type of armor they would need and presto.”
“Perfect. Now, maybe you’d like to take a break? I made this meal for the both of us, and you’ve still got a lot more armors to make. The griffons alone number a little of one million,” he said gesturing to sandwiches and salad he had set down. He then turned to Abigail. “You’re welcome to take part as well.”
Abigail nodded, “I’ve been paid so I’ll join until I’m dismissed.” She put her hand up in a salute. “What are your orders, Commander Gilgamesh, sir?”
Amnesia just shrugged, “As long as you’ve got enough gems and leather. If need be, I can call another Displaced when you can’t risk anymore. I will have you know, Rubies, Sapphires, and Emeralds work the best for spells, despite that, they actually have better attributes with different spells, care to hear what they are?”
“Please do,” Gilgamesh answered before turning to Abigail, “And your orders are to enjoy yourself until I ask for something more important.”
Abigail nodded, while Amnesia grabbed a Ruby, “Okay. Rubies tend work best with destruction type spells,” the Ruby lit up, “They also hold a fair amount of magic before they go dim. The others do this to, however, Rubies, when magic is used nearby, absorb small quantities until they fill back up,” he picked up an Emerald, “these work great for healing and enhancement spells,” and he picked up a Sapphire, having put the other two down, “Sapphires work great for restoration of non-living things and minor telekinesis. As you can see here,” he laid down the Sapphire and picked up one of the amulets, “I am layering them, allowing three to six spells a gem. All I have to do is charge them, which reminds me,” he turned to Gilgamesh, “Have you got a source for mass amounts of magic?”
Gilgamesh started for a second, processing everything he was hearing, before answering. “Um, no, not really. The Elements of Harmony are back with the Tree of Harmony, and the Crystal Heart is busy doing it’s thing back in the Empire, so nothing really available,” he answered.
“Hmm… That may be a problem, any ideas?” Amnesia said, “Some kind of, grand quest?”
“Well… this may be time to run one of my more… controversial ideas by the rest of the leaders. See, I don’t know about your version, but this version of Equestria has gems out the wazoo, which is good because your spells seem to require them. But, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t require a lot of manpower… or in this case, dogpower.”
Amnesia waved a hand dismissively, “Let’s figure that out, otherwise I can just go through this if they disagree,” he gestured to the large book he had tossed Gilgamesh.
"Uh, what's that?"
“Book of Displaced, gives me information on all of them,” Amnesia said, picking it up.
“I have one as well, got it from Essence,” Abigail said.
“Yeah,” Amnesia tapped the book, “Now you’ve got one. Whenever you get a Token, say the name and open it up. For instance,” Amnesia grabbed his copy, “Abigail Grecia, was it?”
“Yes, thanks to Essence,” the gender-swapped soldier muttered under her breath.
“Abigail Grecia,” Amnesia said before opening the book to a page with the woman in front of them on it. After a moment of reading, Amnesia looked up at Abigail, “And I thought my looks were unlucky…”
“Tell me about it,” Abigail muttered darkly. “I’m somewhat used to it by now but…"
