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[fourthmade]

This is a place to send your prayers to the Fourth god. He may not always respond, or he may respond in ways you don’t expect, but he is always listening.

Speak, he hears you.

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Backdated to about February 25th

[raidraptors]

[Shun has been planing this for a while already; he's asked Mana for Yuto and Ruri's decks at the start of the month with making just a little memorial in mind. After what happened after Valentine's day… after seeing those echos of both of them, hearing the voices of their other comrades from Ruri's mouth…

You can't keep going on like this, they had said. Shun knows they are right.

It takes a couple of days until he has finished the preparation and sets off into the Arcade, making his way into the only place that he can be certain will allow his lost comrades peace. The burial room – the version of it that only Shun himself can enter… it's the best he can do.

It takes a little until he's set up the tamaya best that he can – he's never been particular religious, he knows he's taken some liberties probably… it's not like any shinto priest will ever be able to judge him for it anyway. The tablet lists every single member of Resistance's Spade branch, and that's the most important part.

The small table before it… he takes a deep breath as he considers it, fingers tangling into the cloth of his kerchief… it's been an old companion. An old friend that he has a hard time parting with… but isn't that exactly why this is necessary? He isn't here just to mourn his comrades, not just Ruri and Yuto. The thought of that is what helps him close his fingers at the ends of the cloth and pull it loose.

He uses it as table cloth, as cushion for the three decks that he places down at the altar – Assembly Nightingale in the middle, with Rise Falcon and XYZ Rebellion Dragon flanking her left and right. The three of them together, as they should be. The duelist Kurosaki Shun… Shun won't let him be parted from the last memory of his most important people. He takes a deep breath as he kneels before the display, hands settling on his tights as he takes a deep breath.]

I couldn't protect you. There is no point in blaming anyone for that – it doesn't change what happened and it won't bring you back. I–

[His breath hitches just faintly.]

I don't plan on going back. In a world where the dimensions are fusing… [Where Ruri and Yuto will never have a chance to be their own people again.] …there is no place for me anymore.

That's why I'm leaving this here. [He lets his eyes linger on Rise Falcon, on the deck that has been just as close a companion as his kerchief. The Raid Raptors have served him well through the years of the war, but they are of no use to him here. Dueling… is not how things are solved in Ryslig, after all. Therefore…]

With today, the Duelist Kurosaki Shun is gone.

[It should hurt to say this, to even think it – before the war, he had been on the fast track to going pro, runner-up to the title of Heartland's strongest… it no longer holds much meaning. Heartland is fading, if it isn't gone already. Even though there are still people left – Allen and especially Sayaka come to mind – Kaito will take care of them. Kaito will protect their people.

That's why he can allow himself this clean cut… and maybe make himself soldier to an entirely different conflict. He exhales for a moment, then turns his focus away from the tamaya… and calls to the Fourth.]

So, do you have any plans on what to do against her? I'll commit to whatever needs to be done to get out from under her thumb, you should know that already. But if you plan to let the next four years pass without any discernible progress too, I'll have no choice but to strike out on my own.

[Which… well, it's not ideal, Shun can admit that. It wouldn't be the first time either though.]

So, what is the plan… right now?

[fourthmade]

the plan

[The childlike voice is like static piercing Shun's mind. He can't hear it like anyone could hear a voice from a speaker. It exists in his consciousness, an electric crackling permeating the burial grounds and the rest of the arcade.

Distantly, there's a steady beep that sounds like a heart monitor. It must be coming from somewhere else in the complex.]

she has too much power for you to escape her
or to strike her alone
here with me is a safe place
with all of our friends
together
theres power in numbers and in volume
and theres too much we have to build and to charge
before we make a drastic move

[The crackle nips the tip of Shun's nose. It's hot.]

i have good people working to build machines
and other projects
that will get everyone away from her

heres how you can help
i need you to throw off her priests
there are too many of them and not enough of us
plant false leads for them
make sure they dont interfere

and when they get too close to our work

[The vision blinks in Shun's head, sort of like a pixelated, blocky image: little figures, wrapped up in fog priest clothes, with Xs for eyes.]

you do what you got to
and make them sorry

can you do that for me?

[raidraptors]

[Shun can feel the scowl that pulls on his lips – he'd think that his words are qualifier enough on how much he doesn't particular want to strike out on his own–

Don't argue. Not now. If he starts arguing over something so insignificant, they won't get anything done.

The hot crackle makes his nose twitch. Shun endures, tilts his head to listen. He could learn, he thinks, if needed, how to build and help with other plans, but considering the people he knows for sure to be Fourth supporters at this point, knowing what he knows about what kind of people the Fourth picked up four years back…

He's definitely a better asset by working security for whatever else is being cooked up by the Fourth. This suits him fine anyway.]

You should know better than to ask, if I can do that.

[Killing enemies is not a hardship and nothing that Shun will lose sleep over. That's what war is about, after all.]

I'll need details for this. Names and locations, or alternately, the name of someone with an overview who I can coordinate with.

[He presses his lips together for a second, then continues.]

I understand that you don't want to put all your eggs in one basket, and that's smart. [Resistance had kept the branch-system when they had formed from the four duel schools of Heartland for that reason, after all.] But there needs to be a little overlap somewhere. I have no desire to lead her bootlickers to a different project of ours on accident because I didn't know there was something to find.

[fourthmade]

[The beeping persists. Elias knows Shun is a good friend. He can share what he needs to in order for him to do the best job he can.

And so starts a brief computerized tableau. A screen lights up near the ceiling, crackling with more hot static, and a small pair of boxy figures pops up. One is a blond mer-creature with glasses, the other is an angry-looking, middle-aged naga, bulky, fierce, and menacing. The Fog hovers like poison over the naga's slithery body.]

marco
he builds the machines for us
its his project and has been for a very long time
but ive already said
he cant trust his husband now that hes with her

neither should you

[The married couple disappears, replaced by a smiling goblin Reira proudly bearing a giant chocolate chip cookie over her head like Link would triumphantly hold up the triforce in an NES game. Tagging along beside her is a pink-haired girl.]

reira recruits
she brought yuzu here
now we can offer a lot of cookies and games
to share with the newbies

[The screen wipes clean except for a single, small ball. It's blue. It's glowing. It bounces slowly from one side of the screen to the other.]

i have another newer friend
hes working hard
the gears for his plan are clicking right in place
i cant talk more about it
it wont be long
youll see soon

[The screen shuts off completely, but the air is still prickling with energy. Elias hasn't left yet.]

you can sabotage her priests
it wont be hard
to show everyone how crazed
and dangerous they are

scary

killers

not like us

[raidraptors]

[Shun commits the names to memory – Marco is familiar, and Reira… he wishes she wasn't quite so involved, but he's not exactly surprised either. With Yuzu back in the fold… yea, he'll have to talk to her about that.

Make sure that she really knows what she's gotten herself into, just like she had done for him a long time ago.

The last, newer friend… well, apparently he'll see what the hell is up with that sometimes soon. He has enough to deal with with Reira and Marco for now anyway. He almost snorts at the last part – so he's just a killer… instead of a scary killer. Probably not nearly the compliment that the Fourth might think it is.

It doesn't matter now.]

All right, I'll get in touch with Reira and Marco then. …And get an eye out on that husband.

[Reira should be able to put him in touch with others. He'll see if anyone else is capable of fighting properly… they can coordinate from there on. ]

Thank you.

[He throws a last glance at the tamaya, heart aching just a little at the sight. It probably will take a long while until he can look at it without hurting… he exhales slowly.

It's time to move on.]

Take care of them.

[He leaves without looking back.]