A New Time, A New Place

FengàriKattalakis - FPoV

I breathed a bit hard after both songs, amused as Woz was staring at me like he'd been poleaxed. Vinyl, on the other hand, looked very excited. My gaze shifted to the gray furred mare with a slightly curled bob and violet eyes staring at me with an inscrutable look, wearing only a coffee colored robe hugging her DD cup breasts.

"Those did not seem like Heartsongs," she observed.

"To the original writers of said songs, they were quite similar, relaying an outpouring of emotion," I comment dryly. I see her shrug as if she didn't really care much.

"So those aren't 'your songs'?" the other mare comments, her vest hugging her C cup chest.

"Considering that the world I came from suffered a Dimensional Cascade Collapse and is, in all likelihood, dead? They might as well be," I sigh. I notice that both mares gain a befuddled look, as did Woz.

"In terms Woz would understand, essentially what Shocker intended Tsukasa to originally do to the Rider Worlds… in terms you girls would understand… think of it like a tree rotting from the bottom up… that tree, and every leaf, branch, and fruit… will be destroyed when that tree gives way. What few realize is that the Norse Myth of Níðhöggr… was, in truth… a warning about the God of Betrayal and Darkness. He destroyed the roots… his own realm of Azmodea… which acted like someone dropping a stack of dishes… sending everything, immortal and mortal alike… living and dead… human, demon, Apollite.. crashing down on top of each other…" I sigh before pausing. "Though… I have no idea how I know that," I mutter under my breath.

I see them staring at me with shock. "Can't do anything about it, unfortunately. I don't even know how many, if any, survived. From what Simi said, I'm guessing that Acheron hid every survivor in Katoteros… a dimension only he could access… as technically he was the only remaining Atlantean God," I comment before shrugging.

A soft sigh escapes me as I pause, sensing malicious intent. My head turns before my eyes narrow as unfamiliar creatures are creating havoc.

As a butter yellow Pegasus mare darts in, her rose pink mane swaying before she turns at a squeal of fear. "Angel Bunny!" she cries in worry, seeing one of the jacketed mooks holding the bunny as dark green light gathers in its other hand.

My eyes narrow as my hand snaps out to the side, golden silver flames igniting before the Zi-O II Ridewatch rests in my grasp. "I don't fucking think so," I snarl, a predatory growl edging my voice as my irises flare to a swirling golden amber.

I dart out the door, releasing the lock on the D-3 side, detaching it from the gold-and-black D-9 side before catching the dark man in the chest with a flying side kick.

"Moiázeis me maláka pou chreiázetai éna kaló gamiméno," I deadpan as I see the bunny, freed, dart after the butter yellow Pegasus mare. My eyes narrow as I slide the Ridewatches into position and release the lock. "So… get fucked, Karen," I drawl before I swat the Driver Into its rotation even as the energy bands block no less than seven blasts of dark green and foggy black energy, more than enough to kick up a heavy blast of dust.

I push off sharply through the dust, shoulder blocking the one that had grabbed the bunny before my heel drove sharply into its chest as I sensed they were not native to this dimension. My arm snapped out, swatting the oily arm before the oily flesh extended into a crystalline obsidian tinted blade before I twisted, hyperextending its arm before ducking under a kick that missed my head by inches yet tagged my captive full in the face.

I let him go before, in a gust of golden edged pale rose light, I materialized the Zikan Girade before slashing outward, a shockwave of golden edged light shearing through the oily body before its form crystallized before disintegrating into dust.

"Not very tough," I sigh. The misty shadow creature seems to sneer at that before he tossed a bolt of malevolent bloody light at me before he hurls a second just as fast, almost like flicking out shuriken though I deflect both bolts aside with the Zikan Girade before it started tossing pairs of bolts. 'He's testing us. Then let's show him our bladework,' I realize as my body shifts into a more flowing stance, the Zikan Girade shifting in form ever so slightly.

My eyes narrow as I swing twice, the vertical downward slice opening a cut from right collarbone to thigh that spills dribbles of purplish red liquid light before the second, a disemboweling strike, spills out much more of the light before he detonates in a burst of dark green edged reddish purple flame.

I swat aside two bolts of malevolent light which kick up dirt as I push off, unaware the blade ignites in golden temporal fire as I tag one, two, four of the oily creatures who crystalize not unlike deceased Fangires before shattering.

It is then that I hear it.

Fang! MAXIMUM DRIVE!" as arcs of bluish white energy shear through the other two in sprays of purplish red liquid light before they explode like the other.

My head tilts before a bit of a chuckle escapes me. "Bloody hell… first Woz shows up at my house, delivering the last Ridewatches for my collection… then I end up finding out that I'm apparently Sugou's successor… and meeting one of the actual Riders that inspired me into a brief police career… and now one of my personal favorite Riders in front of me… fuck me sideways," I sigh as I dismiss my armored form, frankly overwhelmed. Kinda surprised it's taking this long to finally hit me.

I feel my legs weaken before my consciousness flees in a matter of seconds, never feeling either the arms catching me from the front nor the softer, furred arms from behind.

Location - ?????

I groan as my eyes flutter open before I push myself to my hands and knees before hearing a voice I recognize immediately. "Easy there. You'll get help from the locals, Fengàri," I hear.

I shake my head as I feel a hand on my shoulder before I look up. "You can imagine how pissed I was when I found out that my maternal aunt, pun intended, was the reason why my life was fucked in so many ways. Though when we heard about Noir's scheme from Jared… we were running heavy damage control," Acheron Parthenopaeus sighed.

I hear a tinkling laugh before I turn. "So we chose an innocent yet very powerful Aristi whose inheritance had not yet awoken," I hear a soft, feminine voice comment, seeing a slim, yet busty woman with hair of the palest silvery blonde and swirling silver eyes.

My eyes widened slightly, recognizing her from the ancient stories. "Lady Apollymi," I sigh in surprise. Her reaction surprises me more, an offhanded wave as much as Acheron's muttered "Matera."

My head snaps around, staring at Acheron as I unconsciously translate the term, unknowingly employing 'Godspeech' or the ability to understand and speak any language as needed by a deity. I see him smirk almost playfully as everything blurs as my consciousness returns.

The first things I notice are the scents of, surprisingly, jasmine tea with honey as well as the subtle hint of lavender and the slight hint of hay and sunshine warmed fur. My head tilts to see a squirrel sitting on my chest wearing a dark green vest before my eyebrows rise slightly at the cunning intelligence in her eyes.