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The guild master of Quatro Cerberus didn't want to waste any energy on things that had no importance to him, but in an industry such as the black market and all its wares, there was always something that would pique his interest. Sovereign had become a collector of sorts himself, or rather a seeker of magical items and ruins. Things that contained power, power too advanced or dangerous for today's society. Perhaps it would have worked in a time before the calamity, but now this world is filled with a broken civilisation and no rules or regulations.

Master of criminals he may be, but he was also a protector in his own right.

Sovereign would control these dangerous items, or destroy them entirely. It was an art his brother had taught him, something that had been driven into him since he was young. Some magic was out of control, and shouldn't exist.

Thus, if he came across such items in this auction, authentic and legitimately dangerous relics, Sovereign would purchase them and then destroy them. Unknown to both him and his partner, they were technically playing their own game, on varying degrees of opposition.

"Too much money if you ask me." Sovereign smiled, "Don't you worry, I'll make sure nobody interferes with us. Besides, we can buy whatever we want."

With that, he'd begin his entry into the abandoned shack. The metal door creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness save for a single candle at the back of the room. There was just enough light to reveal a small wooden hatch on the ground, and he'd lift it up by a rope handle and pull it back. There was a large opening, and a ladder leading down underground.

"After you." He waved a hand towards her, holding it out in case she needed the extra help, "By the way, my name's Sov."

Lisabeth Godfrey

Constructs of glowing green spears shot out from the ground, aimed haphazardly to allow for the banshee to land on it in some way or another. It was timed perfectly, as the sound of her physically manifested body being torn would confirm she had landed on it. Sovereign clapped his hands again, jumping on the spot, "Yippee!"

There wasn't much life left in her, if there was any at all to begin with, and her movements became sluggish as she attempted to pry herself off the spears. She of course failed that, and Sovereign walked over to, his clones gathering around the spirit in a circle as they held their hands together in prayer. They whispered something, it was too quiet to hear what, and then the spirit's body would begin to wither away and evaporate into ash. 

It was a simple spell he had been taught by his brother to deal with entities such as this, one that denied a weak spirit's existence in this world. After their moment of silence, he'd stretch his arms and smile at his fairy friend. "All done! Time to go."

There was nothing else to finish here, he had done a job, and was now leaving. The townspeople were annoyed of course, but that wouldn't effect their payment.

Mint Everett-Bailey

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"Hello, hello! I'm Sov!" He shouted for no apparent reason, clearly in a very chirpy mood today. Watching her extend a hand in greeting, one of his clones would reach out for a handshake. The only trouble is, it was the wrong one. Sometimes his clones got a bit confused, one saw that something needed doing but the wrong clone would perform the action. This was one of those times, a Sovereign in the distance would begin shaking the air in front of a stand for a few seconds. "Pleasure to meet y-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Cut short by a screaming frog thing, he raised an eyebrow and turned around. It had fallen over slightly, rolling on its back and screamed. This seemed to get the others to hop over to it, and push it back up on its front. "Um, oh, right."

They gathered together and smiled, their movement and voices in perfect unison, "Just the one. But sort of, not? I don't know, maybe we are different people."

They turned to face each other, then shook their heads and waved a hand in dismissal, "Naahhh, that would be too complicated. But we're all Sov, I think."

The chirps and plaps of the oversized bristle frogs continued, and he turned to face a group of them snacking on some vegetables they had stolen from a nearby market. "How do you suppose we uh... Do this?"

Cheshire Copeland

Not only did the screech hurt, but it was also like an alarm. The village all heard it, the cry coming from the temple to their 'god'. Some came running over instantly, attempting to run up the hill to help their fake deity and fight the two quatro cerberus members.

"You can't pass here, we're on official business." A huge group of clones appeared at the bottom, forming a firm defense around the hill to prevent people from running up. People protested, trying to push them out the way and fight them, but they would quickly find that there was just no getting past these clones. Their bodies were magic, and attacks slipped right through them, but they could still dish out the punches and kicks to put these stupid townspeople in their place. "We said you can't pass here." Their voices unified, loud and strict.

But it would make things much harder to fight the banshee with idiots in the way.

As fairy dust sliced forwards through the air towards the banshee, slicing into her flesh, Sovereign would try to stand up firm again and pick up his mace that he dropped. The pain of the hardened dust cutting into the spirit was enough to shut her up, she hissed at them before lurching forwards, crawling along the ground on all fours at fast speeds.

"Freakyyyy!" Sovereign shouted as a few more clones appeared, mixing him up in the crowd. It would jump forwards like some kind of predator, landing on a clone and ripping its head off. As she did that however, the clone simply exploded with black magic, blasting the banshee up into the air.

Sovereign and all his clones would then start running around, pretending to be scared and pose like damsels in distress, "Oh Salvy! I'm so scared, please help meeee!"

Mint Everett-Bailey

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Sovereign was seeing this from a survival point of view. He had no past ties to these people, no emotions attached to them. They were just tools for his survival at this moment in time, but for Anniken, they were clearly people she once cared about, maybe still does. Sovereign wasn't sure, but his patience was running thin, and being patient was usually one of his most favoured traits.

Zinnia was on her knees at this point, unable to really do anything apart from cry beneath her golden mask. The effigy was growing restless, but seemed more concentrated on its distressed sister. Attention had shifted away from wanting to attack Sovereign, and instead to trying to soothe her sister.

"Pathetic, how is it your dead sister is the one still trying to soothe you." He turned his nose up at them both, disgusted by this twisted display of kindness.

Nodding at Anniken's command, he wouldn't hesitate one bit. He felt nothing when killing, he could switch his mind off to those kinds of things in an instant. If he didn't want to think about it, he wouldn't, it made life easier that way.

Black energy shot out from his body in the form of a humanoid figure, composed completely of darkness as it sliced through the effigy like butter. Piercing the metals and other strange materials, it would shatter the effigy's mask, or face, the pieces crumbled to the ground.

It would only take an instant. He was not heartless, he wanted to make it quick, just in case Dahlia still felt pain somehow. Zinnia started crying more, unable to look as the strange totem of her dead sister crashed to the ground, the hum it created came to a silence, and light began to seep out like ink in water. 

"Finally." Sovereign said in relief, the wisps of gold spreading out like a network of spiderwebs through the air. The pure essence that he could only assume was the residue of Zinnia's magic, it was fighting back the darkness, pushing it away.

Anniken Godfrey