She arrived at her house, a sleek and modern structure nestled among the towering buildings of the district. Avastma stepped inside, her movements precise and efficient.
She quickly shed her gi, the traditional garb of the Elda Knights, and slipped into a black t-shirt. The shower water ran, its steady stream a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. Emerging from the shower, Avastma wrapped a towel around herself and made her way to her bedroom.
Lying down on her bed, Avastma's eyes held a distant, uneasy gaze. "I really wish I could live a normal life like other girls," she whispered to herself, "but I'm not normal."
With a sigh, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a device. It was shaped like a bear, its sleek design hiding its true purpose. A grin spread across her face, too wide to be natural. "You will be mine, but for now, let's have some fun," she purred, her fingers tracing the contours of the device.
However she was distracted by several voices shouting "Hey let us out fo here!"
The voices were coming from a Jar on teh counter. Avastma sighed "Darn it, I forgot to undo my ability I put on that annoying womans fiance and his gullible soldiers, I'll free them tomorrow."
She flicked her hand at the jar "After me and my lord have a little fun."
Suddenly, a soft beeping sound filled the room. A floating digital cat materialized before her, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "Avastma," it purred, "you have an important call from the WEC."
Avastma's expression shifted from amusement to urgency. She set the device down on the counter, her movements swift and deliberate. "Link me to the call right away," she commanded.
The digital cat bowed its head. "As you wish."
In an instant, the world shifted.
Avastma who now took 0n her true form. The scytehrian Grizzly. All scytherians are felines but Plum Avastma was the only acception. Her her was forever shifting colors a representation of her power. She found herself standing within a vast council chamber, its scale so immense it felt as though the walls themselves vanished into shadow. Tiered platforms circled the chamber, each filled with figures of power, scholars, warriors, tacticians, and leaders from every surviving branch of humanity. The air buzzed with layered voices, tension, and restrained anticipation.
Plum Avastma Grimmer The Grizzly Scytherian
This was no ordinary assembly.
This was the World Council.
The heart of resistance. The last bastion of order.
Avastma stood alone at the center, her presence cutting through the noise like a blade. Hundreds of eyes turned toward her, curious, wary, calculating. She felt their scrutiny press down on her shoulders, yet she did not flinch.
Before her stood the pillars of the world.
At the forefront were the Sisters of Authority: Veldessa the White Lion Scytherian and Avastma's twin sister, her form sharp and composed.
Venus The Anaconda Amazon, radiant and imposing.
Ozzy of the Morphers, whose shifting presence seemed never quite settled in one shape. Around them gathered their kin, Scytherians poised in disciplined silence, Amazons standing tall with warrior pride, and Morphers shifting subtly as if reality itself bent around them.
To the opposite side stood the Brotherhood of Force, Juyago of the Hammerians, broad and immovable, flanked by hulking Hammerians, towering Herculeans, and the calculating Gamblers who watched everything with unreadable eyes.
Behind them, elevated slightly above the rest, stood the pillars of intellect and foresight, Gigan The Yellow Monkey, leader of the Explorers federation.
Junji the Visionary, eyes glowing faintly with foresight; and Braxer, silent and watchful.
JUNJI The Toon Rabbit
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BRAXER the Digital Dog
The air vibrated with power.
Avastma stepped forward.
"I am Plum Avastma Grimmer," she declared, her voice carrying across the chamber with calm authority. "The Scytherian Ursen ."
Silence fell.
Whispers filled the room.
"I have come before you not as a conqueror," she continued, "but as a witness. The island of Deerpoint has fallen. Not to war. Not to rebellion. But to something far worse."
A murmur rippled through the hall.
She raised her chin, her eyes burning with resolve.
"A Barrakudo named Higan now stands at its center. He has destroyed the balance, slaughtered its protectors, and begun turning the land itself into a weapon. What remains of its people are scattered, broken... or dead."
Her gaze hardened.
"I am here because this threat does not end with Deerpoint. It will spread. And if it does, there will be nothing left to save."
The chamber fell into heavy silence.
"This," Avastma said, her voice unwavering, "is why I ask for your aid."
The fate of the world now hung in the air.
Gigan spoke first.
"You're requesting a group of elite explorers. This will require a unanimous vote. But first, may I ask why you're requesting such a force?"
Avastma folded her arms. "Have you not reviewed the audio I sent you? That is the current king of Deer Point posing as a human."
Gigan nodded slowly. "I have reviewed the audio. But I need confirmation from you directly, since you are the ES assigned to monitor Deer Point."
Braxer leaned toward Junji and whispered, "What's an ES again?"
Junji replied quietly, "Explorer Spy. They're placed on every island to make sure governments or rising threats don't get out of control. When things go too far, they step in."
Braxer scratched his head. "Right... right."
Veldessa spoke next. "Based on your report, you stated there are several members from the Sisters Trinity present. Is that correct?"
Plum nodded. "Yes."
At that, the Scytherians, Amazons, and Morphers stirred with interest.
"There is a young girl named Moco," Avastma continued. "She is a Scytherian. Another named Gravixor who is a Morpher. I believe there are more, however I have not seen them myself."
The Scytherians and their allied factions began murmuring among themselves.
Gigan raised his hand. "Ladies, please. Let's maintain order."
Venus stepped forward. "If our sisters are in danger from a maniac like Barrakudo, who intends to level the island for his own twisted fantasy, then I say we assist. We give Sister Plum exactly what she's asking for."
Plum's eyes widened.
Gigan nodded. "I agree. Every human life matters, and we cannot neglect our women and girls."
Avastma thought to herself, Finally, a man who cares. Who would have thought getting what I want would be this easy.
But a voice cut through the chamber.
"I decline."
The room fell silent.
Jugoya stepped forward.
JUGOYA THE HAMMERIAN HAMMER
"Calm down, ladies. I'm not saying we don't send help."
Avastma snapped saying to herself Jugoya of the Hammerian class. How did the Brothers Trinity even get here? I did not request their presence. I swear If I don't get what I want I'm going to maul him like a bear.
Vensu folded his arms. "And what is your reasoning?"
Jugoya replied, "First, how do we know that audio is real?"
Gigan answered immediately. "It's been verified. It's authentic."
Junji added, "And your own report mentioned a Visionary on the island."
The room stirred again. The mention of a Visionary sent a ripple through the chamber. Everyone knew the truth, since the dawn of the new age, the Sisters Trinity had always been drawn to Visionaries and Gamers. Scytherians and Amazons often bonded with Visionaries, while Morphers gravitated toward Gamers.
The Brothers Trinity hated that fact.
Jugoya raised his voice. "Lies."
Avastma shot back, "It's not a lie. His name is Braxill."
From the Visionary section, Braxer muttered, "Braxill... that's a cool name."
Junji smirked. "It sounds suspiciously close to yours."
Jugoya slammed his hand down. "I decline. I double decline. No—triple."
Veldessa muttered under her breath, "Why is this man even here?"
Venus crossed her arms. "You keep saying you decline, but you need to provide a valid reason."
Jugoya sneered. "Fine. I'll say it plainly. The Sisters Trinity are out of order."
The Brothers Trinity erupted in agreement.
Jugoya continued, "The Brothers Trinity consists of Hammerians, Herculeans, and Gamblers. We are the strongest men alive. The Sisters are the strongest women. Strength should remain with strength. But the sisters disgrace tradition by laying with Visionaries, weak, unstable men with shattered minds. That's why they wear those ridiculous chokers and leather jackets. Emotional boys."
Braxer muttered, "We don't wear chokers for that reason, right junji?"
Junji sighed. "He's not wrong about our mental health ot the chokers, it's all relative... but I guess that's the price of imagination."
Avastma stepped forward, eyes blazing. "So you're denying this request because you believe we belong to you?"
The Sisters Trinity erupted, shouting insults.
"Losers!"
"Pathetic men!"
The Hammerians shouted back, "Say what you want ladies but according to tradition you belong to us!"
Venus raised her hand. "Plum, it appears you have the votes except one. Unfortunately, unanimity is required."
Avastma clenched her fist. "Damn."
Veldessa spoke calmly. "Wait. Jugoya, you're assuming she's requesting Visionaries. What if that isn't the case?"
Jugoya paused. "Good point. I suppose I should ask. Who are you requesting?"
Avastma answered coldly. "A group known as the Fruit Heads."
Junji's expression darkened. "Why is she requesting them?"
Gigan nodded slowly. "I've heard of them. I don't believe they have any Visionaries among them."
Jugoya inserted a small com into his ear. He spoke "Rensae. Run a data scan. See if there's a Visionary in the group Fruit Heads" He set an intense gaze on Avastma. If there is, I decline immediately."
Avastma bared her teeth in anger. "Who does he think he is, acting like me and my sisters belong to him?"
Form the Hammerian headquaters, Rensae's fingers danced across a holographic display. "Running search now Zaddy.. I meant, big bro Alpha..."
The room went silent.
Rensae's expression shifted. "Sir... this group is made up of... losers."
The Brothers Trinity burst into laughter.
Jugoya leaned forward. "Let me see."
He studied the screen. "no art... no art... no art...wow. I don't even need to continue. How did this group become elite?"
He laughed again. "If this is who you're asking for, then I approve. But I'll add one condition. When, no, when, these losers die, we, the Brothers Trinity, will personally go to Deer Point and neutralize the threat."
Avastma smiled. "Deal."
Gigan nodded. "Then it is settled. Avastma, your request is approved. The Fruit Heads will be deployed immediately to Deer Point to neutralize all threats."
The Sisters Trinity erupted in cheers.
Jugoya turned to the Brothers Trinity. "Don't worry, boys. We have nothing to fear. In fact, we should prepare ourselves, because when those so-called Fruit Heads fall, we'll finish the job."
Venus glanced at Avastma and smiled knowingly.
Veldessa leaned close to her sister. "Some men are truly stupid."
The Sisters nodded in agreement.
As the Brothers Trinity walked away, Jugoya blew a kiss over his shoulder.
Avastma watched them go, her eyes cold.
"Men are all fools," she whispered to herself. "You have no idea who you're dealing with. I've been watching him for over four hundred years just to eat him. I know everything about him. Though he's listed as artless he's a Visionary who has never revealed his true power, so he won't be in the explorers artists data base you hammer head."
Her gaze hardened.
"I beleive he's even sttronger than my sister Veldessa's husband Zillion the so called Fiction Bear... strong enough to erase an entire planet in a single breath."