ULTRAMagic (Before) Prelude - Chapter 10
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“Well, I mean I get that a lot, as I tend to get around,” Nosmirc tried to handwave. “I’m the Amazing Nosmirc after all, a purveyor of favors and services, a bit of a miracle worker if you will…”
“No no, I definitely recognize you from somewhere…” The Metal God asserted as he stroked his chin. “That voice is unmistakeable…”
Erikson whistled in a mocking manner. “This just got interesting…”
Nosmirc was sweating bullets as everyone was beginning to stare, but thankfully the tension was broken by a stone doorway rising up from the floor from nearby. The great hall shook for a second as the doors opened with sand spilling from them. “Oh look at that, The Madman of Old, ladies and gentlemen!”
Walking over to the group was a tall, stone statue of man with a distinct brutalist aesthetic to him, but it was easy to tell this was not his true self. “Grettings everyone, pardon my unannounced arrival.” There was a level of ambient stress in his voice, indicating that he had been tending to something frustrating beforehand. “Don’t panic, everyone, The Metal God wishes to return to the light.”
The Metal God sighed and cracked his neck. “Anything but that godforsaken universe you trapped me in…”
Leif was apprehensive and groaned, but stuck out his hand after taking a moment to accept the situation he was being presented with. “Aye yai yai… Well, I can’t say no to a god returning to the fold.”
“No hard feelings, Leif,” The Metal God replied as he accepted the shake. “So what’s with the kid?”
The Madman chuckled as a subtle, mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Well perhaps Nosmirc can get you up to speed on that one.” Naturally this made Nosmirc even more nervous, given that The Madman was fully aware of who he actually was and wanted to mess with him a little. “Speaking of gods returning to the fold, Automaton, Leif? I have a plan to get The Shadow God back on our side and away from The Eternal Order.”
The Automaton was expecting this news, but Leif was legitimately caught off guard. “Wait, really? What do you have in mind?”
“It’s a little complicated, but let’s just say it will involve Blood-Wraith when the time comes…” The Madman answered as he pointed at the boy.
“Oh my goodness,” Blood-Wraith remarked, not quite sure what to think. “What do you need me to do? I don’t know how I’m going to deal with a god...”
The Madman chuckled. “It's a surprise, but don’t worry too much about it. Everything will make sense when the time comes. And obviously those details require more private quarters to discuss, Automaton, Leif.”
“Yes, indeed,” The Automaton agreed. “Leif, could you come with us to my office?”
Leif straightened out his vest and gave a quick clearing of his throat. “Of course. Sorry to bounce on you like that, Blood…”
“It’s alright, Leif,” the boy assured him.
“His magic is starting to develop,” Leif said to The Madman. “We were able to test out some of Damien’s essence on him.”
The Madman nodded with a smile on his face and patted Leif on the shoulder as they started to walk towards the exit. “Fantastic. Keep it up, Blood.”
“Nosmirc, I’ll leave getting The Metal God up to speed to you,” The Automaton said before the three made their way out of the great hall.
Nosmirc groaned, inhaled, and let out a frustrated exhale. “Gee, thanks, Madman…” he muttered.
“Is something wrong, Nosmirc?” Blood-Wraith inquired.
This startled him a little, causing him to break away from his frustration. “Oh, um no no… erm… To my office, Metal God.”
Blood-Wraith gave a subtle nod as the two left through the opposite exit. “Scotty, Tiberius, can we trust Nosmirc? I mean, is he alright?”
“For all the good he’s done us, I trust him about as far as I can throw him,” Scotty answered fairly bluntly.
Tiberius cleared his throat and crossed his arms in a contemplative manner, looking towards where the two had gone. “Nosmirc is quite the anomaly and certainly one with a myriad of secrets. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear he’s a god and not telling us. While it’s not unheard of for there to be higher dimensional entities who are mundane and just go about their daily lives, you typically don’t see such people in the lower dimensions, and it’s even rarer for them to be named. Nosmirc’s behaviour is more in line with a rogue god than the miracle worker he purports to be.”
“I wish I had the insight to figure this out…” Blood-Wraith remarked with a subtle groan as he also crossed his arms.
Scotty then ruffled Blood-Wraith’s non-existent hair. “Don’t let it bog you down too much, as we should focus on the now despite how uncertain things are. It bugs me to no end, but it’s like what Clyde’s aura master always says: The future is a mystery, the past is history, but today is a gift-that’s why it’s called the present.” That seemed to make Blood-Wraith feel better as he chuckled at how carefree those words were.
“A little devil-may-care, but I can raise a mug to that mentality,” Erikson commented as he chucked his apple core into a garbage receptacle nearby, receiving applause from Blood-Wraith for the good throw. “I know who Nosmirc actually is, hehe…”
“Are you going to tell us?” Scotty asked with expectancy in his skeptical voice.
“Nope, but I will say it is painfully obvious if you read between the lines…”
After making their way to his office, Nosmirc shut the double doors and locked them. He did not want anyone barging in on the two given what he figured The Metal God was about to say. He was hoping it would not come to that, but the feeling of dread he had in his chest would not go away. “So yes, Blood is the key to getting a foothold against The Eternal Order. The Lich of Old is our main target and his defeat should cause enough chaos to shake things up…”
The Metal God looked around the fancy, Victorian office and nodded with a discrete, sly smile on his face. “And you would know about how The Lich was supposed to be the start of our plans to get a foothold in modernity, taking advantage of how primordials were supposed to reincarnate…”
“Uh, what? I’m sorry?” Nosmirc felt like his heart had stopped as he froze in place… The Metal God was on to him.
In one swift movement, The Metal God went over to Nosmirc and pulled off his face like it was a cloth mask with the top hat falling off, revealing the purple hair and crimson skin he was all too familiar with. “HA, I KNEW IT! I knew it was you, Crimson!”
The Crimson God just stood there silently staring at The Metal God in disbelief. “Hi… Metal God… Good to see you again…” he said in the most sheepish, scared voice imaginable. Everything seemed like it was unraveling, but he had to stay strong.
“Crimson, you know that little voice that tells you to quit while you’re ahead? YOU STILL DON'T HAVE ONE.”
“Well I-I got carried away, I guess…”
“WAY AWAY, and even that’s an understatement. Ha, still trying to get in bed with Behemoth?” He wondered as he picked up the top hat and set it on the desk.
The Crimson God clenched his fists as he felt the bile of caustic rage surge up into his throat. “NO,” he growled through gritted teeth.
The Metal god was about to make a witty remark, but a sting of adrenaline made him pause. That was not what he was expecting to hear. “Hold on a second, what in the rusted blazes did you just…” He needed to step back and process that reaction he received, as something was not right. “You’re not… where are you from?”
“I’m from the future…”
“How far?”
“Far enough to where I’ve left The Eternal Order.”
The Metal God needed a second to think as he leaned on the ornate, hardwood desk with both hands. “Heh, forgot being 12D allows you to properly travel through non-linear time like that… Just what is even going on? Because before I was defeated I was trying to help Valdemaras claim his father’s power so he could become the new Rat God during the end of the Transition Phase and… wait, what happened to The Tyrannosaur God? Is my familiar still out there?”
“Don’t worry, he went into hiding in the hyper overflow realms.”
The Metal God breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, at least he’s staying out of trouble… So now what? You think you can just go to the other side like that? In my case I served my time before saying screw it…”
“I got the same talk from The Running God and Gryphon.”
“Ha, so what happened? What’s with the change of heart? Given your track record I find it hard to believe you saw the goodness in your…”
“BUT I DID!” The Crimson God shot back, feeling hurt by the lack of faith in him. This outburst legitimately startled The Metal God. “I’m not evil, I was just misguided!”
“Misguided?! Crimson, no offense-and I may be a bit out of the loop, so correct me if I'm wrong, but didn’t you help kickstart that Satan moron’s ‘profane alliance’ and push that Hecate broad into turning on the Spiritus Magni?”
The Crimson God clutched his chest above his heart and quietly moaned in distress, looking like he was about to cry, but held it in. “I can be better, I can be the god I always supposed to be… I need to unite with my true void caller…”
“Crimson, are you okay?” The Metal God was beside himself in disbelief, but for once he felt truly concerned for his friend, something he had always suppressed when he was with The Eternal Order. “What did Behemoth do to you?”
The Crimson God went silent for a second, then went to sit down at his desk. “You’ll find out eventually, but just know I’m glad he’s dead. Metal, I can make a difference in this conflict for the better. I can go back to the light. I’ve woken up and spelled the bullshit, and now I want to be who I was always meant to be, not some puppet of evil or mindless degenerate seeking pleasure…”
The Metal God leaned on the desk with both hands again and shook his head with a smile on his face. “You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you?”
“Well mostly… The Madman, you, and The Dread God knowing who I am is putting me on edge. Obviously it is for the best that I keep my identity a secret.”
“No, that sounds about right for you… you always acted before you thought, leading to me questioning whether or not you have that little voice in your head…”
The Crimson God then realized something a little odd about what The Metal God had mentioned previously. “Wait, how did you find out about all of that stuff after you were defeated?”
“Hey, I wasn’t completely cut off from the rest of the Cosmos. For a while I was plotting how I’d escape and rejoin with Sepulcher and the others, but having to battle eldritch warriors desperate to become alchemists kind of wears you down after a few eons… So what’s the plan going forward? As far as I can tell, that Blood-Wraith kid isn’t supposed to be here.”
The Crimson God snapped his fingers and regained his Nosmirc disguise, followed by him putting his top hat back on. “We need Damien’s magic to ignite Blood’s magic, and he’s going to be here in four days, so we should be able to take him out in one fell swoop. But me and you can’t be out and about when he does, as I don’t want him catching on to the fact that I’m here, and he’ll no doubt try to beckon you if he knows you’re here also. And God save us if that awful Audoin finds out about what’s going on with us.”
The Metal God nodded, going over the plan in his head. “That’s an Audoan Knight if what I heard is correct, so do you think the others can handle it? I saw Audoin escape that weird home universe of his, and he had a lot of potential traveling with him. It won’t be good if Damien suddenly gets a power boost…”
“I don’t think he will, and I think Leif, Mind-Wraith, Aava, Scotty, and Zara can handle him with ease when he shows up at the guild. He’s looking for me and Blood, and I don’t want to use Blood as bait, but it looks like it’s the only way to be rid of the last of the Audoan Knights.”
The Metal God smiled, confusing Nosmirc. “Crimson, you’re finally using that head of yours. It’s not perfect, as Crimson backwards is kind of obvious, but you’re pumping the breaks and thinking ahead for once.”
Nosmirc finally smiled and shook his old friend’s hand. “Are we still friends?”
“I don’t see why not, partner. Let’s do some good for once.”
“Thanks, Metal, that means a lot. So, would you like to join The Dark Divers? They’ve really grown on me, and we’re trying to get the modern ULTRAMagic Guild off the ground…”
“HAHA, the ULTRAMagic Guild? Well, things are definitely going to be interesting then… erm, wait, where’s the ULTRAMagic Entity? Shouldn’t he have already gotten the next guild going?”
Nosmirc sighed and got out a folder of papers from one of the drawers. “We don’t know, and sadly even I’m of little help in that regard. Oh, and call me Nosmirc going forward.”
“Or until your cover’s blown once and for all…” he said as he started skimming through the papers. “I think that iteration of Universe-826 I was trapped in dulled me, as I feel like my edge is gone…”
Nosmirc stood up and guided The Metal God over to his wardrobe so he could get him some better clothes. “That’s not a bad thing, as it potentially means you’ve grown up…”
Eventually after the start of evening, Nosmirc and The Metal God reappeared in the great hall. There was a band of guild members playing Irish folk tunes (since it was a Friday night) and the music made things incredibly lively as everyone got ready for dinner. The Metal God was all cleaned up, his skin and hair had its signature, soft metal sheen, and he wore dress pants and a long-sleeved, button-up shirt. Spying Blood-Wraith, Scotty, and Zara sitting around at one of the long tables, the two made their way to them. “Blood, Scotty, Zara, may we join you?” Nosmirc joyfully inquired.
“Oh, um, sure, I guess,” Scotty replied with a slight nervousness in his voice as he tidied up things such as napkins and cutlery a little.
“The Metal God himself,” Zara remarked as they took a seat across from them. “Man, my memories may be fuzzy, but that brings me back…”
The Metal God laughed in shock at what he saw in her. “Wait, Executioner, is that you? Since when were you a woman?”
“I know, right? Reincarnation is a pain…”
He then glanced over to Blood-Wraith, who was nodding along to the upbeat music. “So, Blood-Wraith, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
This caught Blood-Wraith a little off guard as he was in tune with the music, but he cleared his throat and waved. “Hello, Metal God, nice to meet you too! I heard about your past and why you were in that one universe… um, are you really going to help us out?”
“Well the way I see it, if I don’t play ball I’m going to have christen new alchemists for the next couple of eons, so yeah.”
Nosmirc nodded along and began setting up his spot at the table. “Don’t worry, Blood, Scotty, he’s rip roaring and ready to go in helping us stop Damien and even helping to get the next ULTRAMagic Guild started.”
Blood-Wraith liked the sound of that and grew eager to learn more about The Metal God. “Cool! Ooh, Metal God, want to hear about my magic practice?”
The Metal God smiled as he knew Blood-Wraith was going to explain it to him even if he was not interested. “Sure, kid. What have you been up to?”
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“Well, I mean I get that a lot, as I tend to get around,” Nosmirc tried to handwave. “I’m the Amazing Nosmirc after all, a purveyor of favors and services, a bit of a miracle worker if you will…”
“No no, I definitely recognize you from somewhere…” The Metal God asserted as he stroked his chin. “That voice is unmistakeable…”
Erikson whistled in a mocking manner. “This just got interesting…”
Nosmirc was sweating bullets as everyone was beginning to stare, but thankfully the tension was broken by a stone doorway rising up from the floor from nearby. The great hall shook for a second as the doors opened with sand spilling from them. “Oh look at that, The Madman of Old, ladies and gentlemen!”
Walking over to the group was a tall, stone statue of man with a distinct brutalist aesthetic to him, but it was easy to tell this was not his true self. “Grettings everyone, pardon my unannounced arrival.” There was a level of ambient stress in his voice, indicating that he had been tending to something frustrating beforehand. “Don’t panic, everyone, The Metal God wishes to return to the light.”
The Metal God sighed and cracked his neck. “Anything but that godforsaken universe you trapped me in…”
Leif was apprehensive and groaned, but stuck out his hand after taking a moment to accept the situation he was being presented with. “Aye yai yai… Well, I can’t say no to a god returning to the fold.”
“No hard feelings, Leif,” The Metal God replied as he accepted the shake. “So what’s with the kid?”
The Madman chuckled as a subtle, mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Well perhaps Nosmirc can get you up to speed on that one.” Naturally this made Nosmirc even more nervous, given that The Madman was fully aware of who he actually was and wanted to mess with him a little. “Speaking of gods returning to the fold, Automaton, Leif? I have a plan to get The Shadow God back on our side and away from The Eternal Order.”
The Automaton was expecting this news, but Leif was legitimately caught off guard. “Wait, really? What do you have in mind?”
“It’s a little complicated, but let’s just say it will involve Blood-Wraith when the time comes…” The Madman answered as he pointed at the boy.
“Oh my goodness,” Blood-Wraith remarked, not quite sure what to think. “What do you need me to do? I don’t know how I’m going to deal with a god...”
The Madman chuckled. “It's a surprise, but don’t worry too much about it. Everything will make sense when the time comes. And obviously those details require more private quarters to discuss, Automaton, Leif.”
“Yes, indeed,” The Automaton agreed. “Leif, could you come with us to my office?”
Leif straightened out his vest and gave a quick clearing of his throat. “Of course. Sorry to bounce on you like that, Blood…”
“It’s alright, Leif,” the boy assured him.
“His magic is starting to develop,” Leif said to The Madman. “We were able to test out some of Damien’s essence on him.”
The Madman nodded with a smile on his face and patted Leif on the shoulder as they started to walk towards the exit. “Fantastic. Keep it up, Blood.”
“Nosmirc, I’ll leave getting The Metal God up to speed to you,” The Automaton said before the three made their way out of the great hall.
Nosmirc groaned, inhaled, and let out a frustrated exhale. “Gee, thanks, Madman…” he muttered.
“Is something wrong, Nosmirc?” Blood-Wraith inquired.
This startled him a little, causing him to break away from his frustration. “Oh, um no no… erm… To my office, Metal God.”
Blood-Wraith gave a subtle nod as the two left through the opposite exit. “Scotty, Tiberius, can we trust Nosmirc? I mean, is he alright?”
“For all the good he’s done us, I trust him about as far as I can throw him,” Scotty answered fairly bluntly.
Tiberius cleared his throat and crossed his arms in a contemplative manner, looking towards where the two had gone. “Nosmirc is quite the anomaly and certainly one with a myriad of secrets. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear he’s a god and not telling us. While it’s not unheard of for there to be higher dimensional entities who are mundane and just go about their daily lives, you typically don’t see such people in the lower dimensions, and it’s even rarer for them to be named. Nosmirc’s behaviour is more in line with a rogue god than the miracle worker he purports to be.”
“I wish I had the insight to figure this out…” Blood-Wraith remarked with a subtle groan as he also crossed his arms.
Scotty then ruffled Blood-Wraith’s non-existent hair. “Don’t let it bog you down too much, as we should focus on the now despite how uncertain things are. It bugs me to no end, but it’s like what Clyde’s aura master always says: The future is a mystery, the past is history, but today is a gift-that’s why it’s called the present.” That seemed to make Blood-Wraith feel better as he chuckled at how carefree those words were.
“A little devil-may-care, but I can raise a mug to that mentality,” Erikson commented as he chucked his apple core into a garbage receptacle nearby, receiving applause from Blood-Wraith for the good throw. “I know who Nosmirc actually is, hehe…”
“Are you going to tell us?” Scotty asked with expectancy in his skeptical voice.
“Nope, but I will say it is painfully obvious if you read between the lines…”
After making their way to his office, Nosmirc shut the double doors and locked them. He did not want anyone barging in on the two given what he figured The Metal God was about to say. He was hoping it would not come to that, but the feeling of dread he had in his chest would not go away. “So yes, Blood is the key to getting a foothold against The Eternal Order. The Lich of Old is our main target and his defeat should cause enough chaos to shake things up…”
The Metal God looked around the fancy, Victorian office and nodded with a discrete, sly smile on his face. “And you would know about how The Lich was supposed to be the start of our plans to get a foothold in modernity, taking advantage of how primordials were supposed to reincarnate…”
“Uh, what? I’m sorry?” Nosmirc felt like his heart had stopped as he froze in place… The Metal God was on to him.
In one swift movement, The Metal God went over to Nosmirc and pulled off his face like it was a cloth mask with the top hat falling off, revealing the purple hair and crimson skin he was all too familiar with. “HA, I KNEW IT! I knew it was you, Crimson!”
The Crimson God just stood there silently staring at The Metal God in disbelief. “Hi… Metal God… Good to see you again…” he said in the most sheepish, scared voice imaginable. Everything seemed like it was unraveling, but he had to stay strong.
“Crimson, you know that little voice that tells you to quit while you’re ahead? YOU STILL DON'T HAVE ONE.”
“Well I-I got carried away, I guess…”
“WAY AWAY, and even that’s an understatement. Ha, still trying to get in bed with Behemoth?” He wondered as he picked up the top hat and set it on the desk.
The Crimson God clenched his fists as he felt the bile of caustic rage surge up into his throat. “NO,” he growled through gritted teeth.
The Metal god was about to make a witty remark, but a sting of adrenaline made him pause. That was not what he was expecting to hear. “Hold on a second, what in the rusted blazes did you just…” He needed to step back and process that reaction he received, as something was not right. “You’re not… where are you from?”
“I’m from the future…”
“How far?”
“Far enough to where I’ve left The Eternal Order.”
The Metal God needed a second to think as he leaned on the ornate, hardwood desk with both hands. “Heh, forgot being 12D allows you to properly travel through non-linear time like that… Just what is even going on? Because before I was defeated I was trying to help Valdemaras claim his father’s power so he could become the new Rat God during the end of the Transition Phase and… wait, what happened to The Tyrannosaur God? Is my familiar still out there?”
“Don’t worry, he went into hiding in the hyper overflow realms.”
The Metal God breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, at least he’s staying out of trouble… So now what? You think you can just go to the other side like that? In my case I served my time before saying screw it…”
“I got the same talk from The Running God and Gryphon.”
“Ha, so what happened? What’s with the change of heart? Given your track record I find it hard to believe you saw the goodness in your…”
“BUT I DID!” The Crimson God shot back, feeling hurt by the lack of faith in him. This outburst legitimately startled The Metal God. “I’m not evil, I was just misguided!”
“Misguided?! Crimson, no offense-and I may be a bit out of the loop, so correct me if I'm wrong, but didn’t you help kickstart that Satan moron’s ‘profane alliance’ and push that Hecate broad into turning on the Spiritus Magni?”
The Crimson God clutched his chest above his heart and quietly moaned in distress, looking like he was about to cry, but held it in. “I can be better, I can be the god I always supposed to be… I need to unite with my true void caller…”
“Crimson, are you okay?” The Metal God was beside himself in disbelief, but for once he felt truly concerned for his friend, something he had always suppressed when he was with The Eternal Order. “What did Behemoth do to you?”
The Crimson God went silent for a second, then went to sit down at his desk. “You’ll find out eventually, but just know I’m glad he’s dead. Metal, I can make a difference in this conflict for the better. I can go back to the light. I’ve woken up and spelled the bullshit, and now I want to be who I was always meant to be, not some puppet of evil or mindless degenerate seeking pleasure…”
The Metal God leaned on the desk with both hands again and shook his head with a smile on his face. “You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you?”
“Well mostly… The Madman, you, and The Dread God knowing who I am is putting me on edge. Obviously it is for the best that I keep my identity a secret.”
“No, that sounds about right for you… you always acted before you thought, leading to me questioning whether or not you have that little voice in your head…”
The Crimson God then realized something a little odd about what The Metal God had mentioned previously. “Wait, how did you find out about all of that stuff after you were defeated?”
“Hey, I wasn’t completely cut off from the rest of the Cosmos. For a while I was plotting how I’d escape and rejoin with Sepulcher and the others, but having to battle eldritch warriors desperate to become alchemists kind of wears you down after a few eons… So what’s the plan going forward? As far as I can tell, that Blood-Wraith kid isn’t supposed to be here.”
The Crimson God snapped his fingers and regained his Nosmirc disguise, followed by him putting his top hat back on. “We need Damien’s magic to ignite Blood’s magic, and he’s going to be here in four days, so we should be able to take him out in one fell swoop. But me and you can’t be out and about when he does, as I don’t want him catching on to the fact that I’m here, and he’ll no doubt try to beckon you if he knows you’re here also. And God save us if that awful Audoin finds out about what’s going on with us.”
The Metal God nodded, going over the plan in his head. “That’s an Audoan Knight if what I heard is correct, so do you think the others can handle it? I saw Audoin escape that weird home universe of his, and he had a lot of potential traveling with him. It won’t be good if Damien suddenly gets a power boost…”
“I don’t think he will, and I think Leif, Mind-Wraith, Aava, Scotty, and Zara can handle him with ease when he shows up at the guild. He’s looking for me and Blood, and I don’t want to use Blood as bait, but it looks like it’s the only way to be rid of the last of the Audoan Knights.”
The Metal God smiled, confusing Nosmirc. “Crimson, you’re finally using that head of yours. It’s not perfect, as Crimson backwards is kind of obvious, but you’re pumping the breaks and thinking ahead for once.”
Nosmirc finally smiled and shook his old friend’s hand. “Are we still friends?”
“I don’t see why not, partner. Let’s do some good for once.”
“Thanks, Metal, that means a lot. So, would you like to join The Dark Divers? They’ve really grown on me, and we’re trying to get the modern ULTRAMagic Guild off the ground…”
“HAHA, the ULTRAMagic Guild? Well, things are definitely going to be interesting then… erm, wait, where’s the ULTRAMagic Entity? Shouldn’t he have already gotten the next guild going?”
Nosmirc sighed and got out a folder of papers from one of the drawers. “We don’t know, and sadly even I’m of little help in that regard. Oh, and call me Nosmirc going forward.”
“Or until your cover’s blown once and for all…” he said as he started skimming through the papers. “I think that iteration of Universe-826 I was trapped in dulled me, as I feel like my edge is gone…”
Nosmirc stood up and guided The Metal God over to his wardrobe so he could get him some better clothes. “That’s not a bad thing, as it potentially means you’ve grown up…”
Eventually after the start of evening, Nosmirc and The Metal God reappeared in the great hall. There was a band of guild members playing Irish folk tunes (since it was a Friday night) and the music made things incredibly lively as everyone got ready for dinner. The Metal God was all cleaned up, his skin and hair had its signature, soft metal sheen, and he wore dress pants and a long-sleeved, button-up shirt. Spying Blood-Wraith, Scotty, and Zara sitting around at one of the long tables, the two made their way to them. “Blood, Scotty, Zara, may we join you?” Nosmirc joyfully inquired.
“Oh, um, sure, I guess,” Scotty replied with a slight nervousness in his voice as he tidied up things such as napkins and cutlery a little.
“The Metal God himself,” Zara remarked as they took a seat across from them. “Man, my memories may be fuzzy, but that brings me back…”
The Metal God laughed in shock at what he saw in her. “Wait, Executioner, is that you? Since when were you a woman?”
“I know, right? Reincarnation is a pain…”
He then glanced over to Blood-Wraith, who was nodding along to the upbeat music. “So, Blood-Wraith, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
This caught Blood-Wraith a little off guard as he was in tune with the music, but he cleared his throat and waved. “Hello, Metal God, nice to meet you too! I heard about your past and why you were in that one universe… um, are you really going to help us out?”
“Well the way I see it, if I don’t play ball I’m going to have christen new alchemists for the next couple of eons, so yeah.”
Nosmirc nodded along and began setting up his spot at the table. “Don’t worry, Blood, Scotty, he’s rip roaring and ready to go in helping us stop Damien and even helping to get the next ULTRAMagic Guild started.”
Blood-Wraith liked the sound of that and grew eager to learn more about The Metal God. “Cool! Ooh, Metal God, want to hear about my magic practice?”
The Metal God smiled as he knew Blood-Wraith was going to explain it to him even if he was not interested. “Sure, kid. What have you been up to?”
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