The Rarest Gem | Job | Enola, Hakumi

Enola could not stand the rudeness of refusing to introduce oneself. She felt it was necessary to give a formal introduction with every new meeting; she herself would curtsy and give her own name each time she met a new person. Even her companion, Hakumi, felt off-put by the man’s rudeness. One thing was for sure, they were going to need to teach the man some manners.

The maid jumped out of the way, allowing Hakumi to get out of the way herself as the man plunged his sword forward. He had made his own sword from crystal, signifying his status as a make-magic mage. On top of refusing to give his name, he even tried to kill a friend, which was just rude (or as one famous scholar would put it, “r00d.”).

The maid curtsied and stated, “Well, Ms. Crystal Man, I am Ms. Enola Gay and this is Ms. Hakumi Nazu and we will apparently be teaching you proper etiquette.”

With that, the maid plucked the feather duster from her waist and released it into a spear as she had with Diamond and Emerald. The fresh but somewhat dried blood of emerald still covered the spear, a painful reminder to past evils. She held up her spear and charged toward the man. What happened next was most unexpected: the man slammed his crystal sword down and snapped the spear in half, breaking it as it had been before. He finished it be slamming the heel of his foot into her chest, sending her flying back. He then held up his sword, pointing it into the air and began channeling magic power into it. The sword glowed with a pink aura before splintering into hundreds of tiny crystal shards that went flying in every direction. He hoped the wave of crystal shards would be enough to end the battle quickly.

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WC: 311/300
PC: 25/40

A wave of relief went through Enola as she fell back into Hakumi’s arms. The marvelous magic that belonged to Hakumi produced a great work of water spheres, each as strong as steel if not stronger. They proved their worth by blocking Enola and Hakumi from any strikes too lethal. The crystal shards that hit the water spheres bounced off while the rest shredded through Hakumi and Enola’s clothing, digging into their flesh and forcing small bits of blood to leak from all over their bodies. With a final verbal middle finger, Hakumi fell to the ground. She had certainly earned it after that moment of heroism.

The man frowned, disappointment painting his face. He had spent his crystal sword in that attack and had hoped he would not need it anymore, but the feisty water mage proved him wrong. With a cold determination to kill the two before any more embarrassing moments were to be had, he walked toward them slowly and with a treasure hunter swagger. He did not care to do any flashy moves as the others before him might have done. He was cool and serious about his task. He had to murder Hakumi Nazu and Enola Gay before things got any more out of hand.

He channeled crystal gauntlets around his large, rough hands and stared down at the water spheres as if they were a joke before slamming his fists into any of the spheres that stood in his way, bursting them into water with little to no effort. Enola looked in horror as the battles appeared to be taking a turn for the worse. In a complete state of panic, Enola formed a dust ball in her hand that took the shape of a mighty dust angel that stood at nine feet tall. Hoping to push him back, Enola sent the dust angel at the man and the two clashed together. The man swung both his fists at the angel who managed to catch the punches with its own hands. The man was now completely vulnerable for an attack.

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WC: 346/300
PC: 27/40

The angel’s arm shook as it struggled to keep a hold of the man’s arms. They were nearly matched but it seemed as if the man were the stronger of the two, an impressive feat to say the least. Enola had a heavy dependence on the angel, using it more almost every battle since learning to create it. The angel’s feet began grinding against the ground as the man pushed it back, leaving long but thin trails of dust as parts of its composition slowly began falling apart from the intense pressure. Just as it seemed as the angel were about to burst, a brilliant prison composed entirely of water formed around the man. The veering rays of sunlight waved through the water prison, causing it to sparkle in one of the magnificent ways Enola had ever seen. A water drill soon followed, and the dust angel took the time to sucker punch the man right in his face.

The man stumbled back and fell. He took a deep breath and grumbled before rising back up with a wobble in his stance. Blood ran down his body as well as several clumps of wet dust from where the dust angel’s fist and water drill had met up.

“I have been made a fool of for the last time.”

The man held his hands together and channeled a large amount of magic power into his hands, forming a large battle battleaxe made completely of crystal. It glistened much like the water prison had and was as sharp as a real battleaxe, if not sharper. It was large enough that most people wouldn’t be able to hold it, let alone wield it competently. The man proved his strength though as he charge and swung the battleaxe down on the dust angel, splitting it and half and destroying Enola’s construct.

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WC: 307/300
PC: 29/40

The man grumbled, “I suppose you two have earned my name. I am Nancy, second in command to Harper Goldshire.”

He held up his large battleaxe and dashed forward, kicking up any bits of dust during his battle charge. Enola was the closest one in his way so he instantly set his eyes to splitting her in half (much like he had done with other women). His axe went upward and came straight down on Enola, the gravity acting as a catalyst for more possible, irreversible damage. As the axe was raised, its gloomy shadow cast its frame down on the humble eyes of the maid who felt helpless until she shut her eyes tight. She was not bracing for impact though but instead channeling magic power throughout her whole body and casting the spell that acted as her calling card: Dust to Dust.

The nearly made contact as her body exploded into a large dust cloud. Caught by surprise, Nancy stumbled back once more and swung his arms around to get the dust out of his face. Pieces of the dust had made it into his eyes and mouth, flustering him to no end and leaving him vulnerable. Enola, in the form of a dust cloud, began covering his entire body to keep him preoccupied long enough to allow Hakumi to attack him. The man, in his tantrum, even threw down his crystal battleaxe to the ground as his eyes began bloodshot red with all the dust in it. He eventually just opted out of swinging against the cloud like a moron and just began covering his face with his arms. Clearly, less tangible opponents was one of his weak spots. If dust clouds could chuckle, Enoa would be laughing like a mad hyena outsmarting its poor, dumb prey.

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WC: 300/300
PC: 31/40

As Hakumi brought her trademark water blades out on to the playing field, Enola kept up her work of confusing Nancy to give her companion the right opening she was looking for. In order to avoid the damage of the water blades herself, Enola (as a dust cloud) moved behind Nancy just as Hakumi was about to reach him and shifted back into her physical form. However, as she regained her physical form, her body and clothes had the appearance of grey dust and were cracked all over as if she might fall apart at any moment. The side effect of her magic truly made her horrendous to look at sometimes. Thankfully, the maid who was fanatically about looking prim and proper did not have a mere a thand to look and see what her own magic did to her; although, the story of when she first saw the effects of her Dust to Dust spell is a whole other story.

The water blades sliced through Nancy’s bulky trench coat and pierced his, splattering several drops of blood across the stone pavement. At the same time, Enola (now in her physical form) slammed her fist into his back, creating a rather impressive combo between the two Leviathans. The man grumbled in pain and fell over to his side. He mumbled several swear words and gasped for breath. He seemed quite beat, a realistic reaction given the can of whoop-ass that Enola and Hakumi had just opened on him. Nancy still had some fight in him though; he reached out with his large, manly hand and grabbed Hakumi’s ankle. He looked up at her, his eyes squinting from the burning they received from the dust cloud earlier. It brought him no joy for him to be beat by the two, his pride wounded beyond repair.

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WC: 304/300
PC: 33/40

The maid cringed as Hakumi’s shoes met the surface of the man’s groin, generating a pain-filled scream from Nancy who coincidently hit the high note. Enola poked the man with her foot, checking to see if he was going to get back up but he was completely silent. Enola and Hakumi had won. If they were in a game show, cliché champion music might have been playing at that exact moment. Enola followed her friend’s lead and ceased channeling magic power throughout her body, causing her body and clothes to return to normal. Her skin and clothes were no longer as grey as dust, and they no longer bore any cracks in them. A sense of relief came upon the maid as it seemed they, as a team, were invincible. The feeling of no longer exasperating insane amounts of energy was nice too.

Enola walked up to Hakumi and placed one of her gloved hands on the water mage’s shoulder. With gasps of air escaping her mouth, the maid congratulated her friend with, “It was touch and go there for a while, but I think we make a great team. Wouldn’t you agree?” The corners of her mouth perked into a smile before she retracted her hand and returned to the vault’s door. She studied it once more and looked for something else that might help them get inside. That’s when a very peculiar key hole caught her attention.

“Ms. Nazu, dear, would you mind checking Mr. Nancy for a key?”

She might have checked for a key herself, but she honestly did not want to touch the man. He appeared to be passed out though, leaving any chance of danger out of the question. The maid simply did not want to get herself anymore dirty than she already had in their little adventure.

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WC: 304/300
PC: 35/40

Enola looked down at the two tubes of liquid and plucked one from her teammate’s hand. Without putting too much thought into it, the maid popped the cap of the tube off and took a whiff of the scent. It smelled sweet but had the familiar scent of milk. She took another whiff and shrugged before chugging down the strange liquid in one go.

Enola blinked and smiled almost manically before laughing, “Wow! This stuff is great! Ms. Nazu, you must try this!”

The strange substance – lacrima milk – was like a drug of sweetness playing with her endorphins. Her face looked much more lively than it should have been after a tough battle such as that one.

The strange cube that Hakumi had acquisitioned from Nancy popped right into the square hole, causing the door to rumble ferociously. The entire area seemed to shake as if an earthquake were taking place. The large, stone door then slowly unclasped from its holdings and lowered down, huffing up dust and dirt as it lowered into the ground and revealed a dark tunnel.

“Oh my…”

Enola peaked her head in; it was almost entirely dark save for the large amount of fireflies that filled the long chamber. The maid retracted her head and stared out to make sure no one was watching them.

“I suppose this is the vault.”

Enola ducked inside and lead the way. The maid felt the hallway leading them toward the end could booby-trapped but the walk seemed rather safe, almost calm. There was, however, a strange odor that filled the room. It had the smell of time, decades of having no fresh air had entered the vault, and it seemed to make the air rather stuffy and hard to breathe. The two Leviathan mages were stronger than that though; they would just have to suck it up.

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WC: 309/300
PC: 37/40

As they neared the end of the tunnel, a bright light shot out at them and struck Enola and Hakumi in the eyes. After allowing her eyes to adjust to the new light, Enola stepped forward and into the blinding light to find herself in a large room with a giant, glowing lacrima crystal in the center. The room was filled with a treasure trove of objects, from armors to weapons. Jewels and jewelry littered the area. It was impossible to imagine how dangerous everything inside could be if it had landed in the hands of the treasure hunters.

“Oh dear, I can see why everyone wanted inside.”

Enola wondered around the room for a bit, allowing the lacrima crystal to guide her way. Eventually, after rummaging around, Enola happened upon a large treasure chest. It was made of wooden but had a metal lock on it to prevent any quick thieves from getting into it.

“Ms. Nazu, come look at this.”

The maid fumbled with the lock until it simply fell to the ground, Father Time having destroyed whatever resistance it once had. She gently placed her hands around the edges of the treasure chest and lifted the opening up with a great heave. Another great light appeared, this time from the inside of the treasure chest. Enola peaked inside and spotted a blue lacrima crystal about the size of her hand. She reached inside and plucked the glowing crystal to show to her friend.

“It’s a lacrima… I’m not sure what it does though. I can’t imagine why they felt the need to place such a tiny thing in a large box.”

She looked around once more before handing the crystal to Hakumi. The maid felt she deserved to plunder her share of the reward and set about to gathering whatever she could carry.

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WC: 306/300
PC: 39/40