#l’cirufe

[a-stars-art-blog]

Hello XCX fandom

[wiffhuff]

Don’t even ask what L is trying to do

[alcamothss]

BLADE company pizza party, of course we will invite the manons!

I drew my crossona in this 🍓🥝

[mickules]

Trick or Treats! 👻

I'd like to throw in L'cirufe from Xenoblade Chronicles X. He doesn't get enough love. 💙

✨TREAT✨

no.23 Odds L’cirufe – Xenoblade Chronicles X

Some excellent headgear on this one, also apparently wonders the world trading his skills? Living his best life it seems (I might be completely off base)

[wallpacapaca]

Hi, long time Xeno X Jewish fan here, you may want to take this down and change what you said about L. L is literally the devil (L’cirufe was inspired by Lucifer according to many sources) and equating that to Jews is a really problematic trope. You’re also equating him being a less than reputable merchant to Judaism which in itself is an incredibly antisemetic dog whistle that’s been around for hundreds of years (even Shakespeare wrote it into his plays). It’s just overall not a good look to make this kind of “joke”.

10 years later....I remade a new your favourite Waifu and Husbandos are shit but Xenoblade Chronicles X Definitive Edition style.

Note the captions aren't reflective of my opinions of said characters.

[sharonpearlee]

Six Fanarts Challenge, Xenoblade Edition!

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L Xenoblade 👽

[kentuckywrites]

Imperium 3: Chapter 5

Amor intra astra. (Love within the stars.)

TW // suicidal ideation. 

Why are you so surprised? Did you really think my name was Mira even before humans arrived?

Starr shook his head. “N-No, not necessarily. We suppose it was just hard to believe you had any other name because of how prevalent it is in our lives.”

Yeah, no worries. I never said anything about it because I liked the name. Or, well, I liked it enough not to complain about it. Anyways, before humans named me Mira, before this planet even existed, my name was Aidoneus. I was what you would call…well, we never really gave ourselves a species name. We simply were, and that was enough. For your purposes, however, I was a being comprised entirely of ether. I could tell you all about the logistics of that, but for now, let me show you the form I usually took.

Starr’s vision went glossy as his mind shifted, the darkness taking on new form. He closed his eyes, finding that keeping them open only blurred the new image that had appeared. This was space, this was the stars and colorful cosmos that graced Mira’s skies at night, but blown into new proportions. Starr felt like he was floating, though he remained seated on the cold cavern ground. Out of the corner of his eye, a little ball of light floated in front of him, white in hue. There was a symbol in the middle of it, too, something akin to a spiked draconic tail, though Starr failed to get a better look at it before the cloud changed shape. Sprouting from the mass were a pair of arms, a pair of legs, a pair of intricately designed wings, two massive horns and pointed ears. 

“It looks like when it fused with L’Cirufe. A little bit, anyways.”

The Disgrace commented quietly. Starr scowled, looking to his right, realizing that he was actually sitting next to him in this mindscape. He had to agree with the sentiment, however. It wasn’t hard to spot the inspiration Mira used - wait, no. Mira? Should Starr call it Aidoneus now? He supposed that was a question for the future, after he’d heard the full story.

With a full form realized, Aidoneus turned towards the Disgrace, towards Starr. Its eyes shifted, eerily similar to theirs in nature. Pupiless, colors swirling within them, a showcase of life beyond the surface. One moment they were like the Disgrace’s, indigo skies full of stars and shattered dreams, and in the next moment they were white and shiny like Mira’s, and in the next moment they were green then red then blue. The cosmos remained the same throughout it all, and in certain transitions, it was like Starr was looking through them, through Aidoneus’s body and straight through to the galaxy behind it. That feeling gave way to something he couldn’t quite describe, though he tried to find the right words. Not quite envy, not quite jealousy, not quite sadness. A tugging at his soul, perhaps, that this was the form Mira had always wanted to take, and by extension, Starr wanted the same thing. Just like how the Disgrace’s desires permeated through his being, though this felt more real to him, more connected. Was it because he wanted the same thing? To inhabit a body that was more natural, not forced upon him so quickly?

The cosmos broke apart beyond the Disgrace, and a second figure began to float towards Aidoneus. This one was more blue and green, bright and consistent, though in many ways their body resembled Aidoneus’s. Rings swirled around their temple, a star-shaped crest atop their forehead. Their limbs were long, with some disconnects between the joints filled with light and stardust. Aidoneus locked eyes with the newcomer, and something in its expression softened with memory, intertwined with Mira’s continued explanation.

For a long time, I explored the universe on my own. But there came a time where I stumbled across one of my own kind. A rare occurrence, you see, so I treasured this interaction for millenia to come. We had no need for names back then, so I did not know it for a long time. We simply talked in song, and it just…it felt right. Like we were always meant to meet, to travel with each other. To live out the rest of our days together. 

Space jumped forward, rushing past all of the stars and constellations until a new silhouette appeared on the horizon. A planet, yes, it was a planet. It was far too dim to be a star, at least, though the surface burned bright with magma. The heat was enough to reach Starr, who bristled underneath its oppressive weight.

You see, our kind have a goal. A life purpose, if you will. As beings composed of the essence of life, we thought our ultimate goal would be to give life to a new planet. We had stumbled across a failed attempt at this. We could feel the remnants of one of our kind within this planet, so freshly formed. We had no idea what happened, but we could harbor a guess. We loved creating answers to impossible questions like that.

The two figures glanced at each other, downcast. Starr could feel it too, the knowledge that someone had failed, the knowledge that they had found a graveyard for someone’s broken dreams. To have come so far, yet come up so short…

I thought we would move on, after watching this burning planet for a few years. But…but she had an idea. Before I could stop her, she flew down to the planet…and she became it. Gave new life to it. 

On cue, the second figure descended to the planet, losing her humanoid form along the way. She disappeared below its surface, and Aidoneus was alone again. 

I think we were both surprised it worked, though she was so excited about it. She kept telling me her plans for this world, even gave it a name. She wanted me to call her by that name, but…but it did not feel right. That was the name of the planet, not her name. I told her that much, and she decided then and there that we would give each other a name. Something to call each other, something that we would never forget even when I had to move on. She called me Aidoneus. I had a hard time deciding, so I gave her two names. Persei. Kore. She liked them both.

The universe zoomed past them once more, with Aidoneus staying by Starr and the Disgrace. Another planet came into view, less fiery than the first. Aidoneus descended upon it in the same manner that Kore had flown to her planet. Like a timelapse, the surface of this planet became immediately familiar - this was Mira, the Mira that Starr loved. 

There came a point where I had to move on. I had to fulfill the same goal, and I could not do it if I stayed. She wished me luck, and off I went. I eventually gave life to my own planet. Created thousands of species for it, from the tiniest dronefly to the largest millesaur. I even formed the F’lenla A’slegn, a race of humanoids that…that reminded me of her. Her ideal form. I was proud of myself, but I missed her. I missed her terribly. 

Now, Starr saw Mira - Primordia. The city of NLA was gone, or rather, it hadn’t made its crash landing at this point in the timeline. Indigens wandered the landscape freely, unafraid of human interference in their daily lives. Aidoneus, in its non-humanoid form, floated above it all, and though it didn’t possess a face to communicate it, Starr could feel its longing, its pain, its sorrow.

For far too long, I was alone. I sought solace in the life I had given, but that was not enough. Even L’Cirufe was a temporary measure, an excuse to speak again with someone I wanted to consider a friend. But I was greedy. I hurt him. So I distanced myself again, until…

Then, Aidoneus tilted its form towards the sky, and there was the White Whale, the crash, the descent of NLA. Flames consumed the world with each bit of rubble that came tumbling down to the planet’s surface. Aidoneus backed up, unable to watch, yet Starr remained focused on the event that would lead to the Disgrace’s conception, the very thing that started it all.

Then, humans came. I could sense Kore’s ether on them, and at once, I knew why they were here. She was gone. Her children had found their way to me, through some twisted act of the divine. I could practically hear Persei’s voice, telling me to take care of them. And so, I was given a new excuse to take shape - though, you know what happens from there.

“You created me,” The Disgrace whispered, “You created me so you would have a way to join them. Take care of them.”

You were always meant to be a guide, but never one with this much self autonomy. I was supposed to inhabit your body, after all. And yet, I was too late, and humans tore into me. I…I felt betrayed, in a way. How could the children Persei created hurt me so badly? The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder if this was what she wanted them to act like. To destroy everything they touched - destroy ME. I just…

“You were angry, and rightfully so,” Starr concluded, “But you should not fault yourself for how they acted. We doubt this was the will Kore wished to enact upon you.”

…I would have deserved it. For leaving her. Not being there for her.

At that confession, that descent into self depreciation, Starr found himself growing tense. The Disgrace looked down at his hands, unable to meet anyone’s gaze, and that pushed Starr to the very edge. 

“You both created us to heal from your wounds,” He growled, his knuckles turning white the further he pushed his fingers into his palms, “If there is anything we have learned from our short existence, it is that your mistakes do not define you. You are allowed to heal, just as we have strived to do. It became our burden, forced upon us by both of you, to heal in your stead. Do not tell us that it was for nothing.”

Silence. 

…Pongo?

The Disgrace finally looked up at Mira - Aidoneus - and there they were, the tears in the corners of his eyes. Starr stared daggers into his pathetic little form until he finally dared to speak. Even then, they were words Starr didn’t want to hear.

“So I was a failure in more ways than one. Maybe it would be better if I let you take control of this body completely, so I could just…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Starr screamed, standing up, towering over the Disgrace. He shriveled back in his spot, eyes widening at this outburst. “You coward, you absolute fucking coward, why are you so quick to deny this gift of life?! Why are you so quick to run and hide from the people you call your friends, your family?! Do you have any idea how much they miss you?! Look at us, look at Mira - Mira let you live. It never once tried to erase you, because guess what? MIRA LOVES YOU. MIRA LOVES WHO YOU BECAME. We exist purely because Mira could not bear to see you suffer, and you repay that kindness by saying you want to forfeit your right to exist?! You greedy, selfish, BASTARD!!”

Starr gasped, realizing that he’d used his voice to its fullest extent. The words burned in his throat, raspy and pained. The Disgrace was frozen to his spot, and Mira didn’t dare to utter a word. Instead, the image around them faded, and Starr was back in the cavern, heaving from how furious he’d become. Though he was physically alone again, Mira’s voice echoed through his mind, a reminder that he still had something to turn to.

You were not a mistake. I promise.

“Just tell me how you defeated Corvhesperikon and Syriahnydra.” Starr spat, sitting back down at the water’s edge. “That is why you told us about your past, no? Because Aidoneus was there to help defeat the two yggraliths?”

…I was there. I took the second form you saw, the one that was more humanoid…at least, for a while. 

“What do you mean, a while? What happened?”

I weakened both yggraliths considerably in that ideal form, but it was not enough. I got desperate. I…I asked someone for a favor.

“Stop being vague. What did you do.”

…Did you really think that Froyoyo, an ordinary mortal Nopon, was able to slay two yggraliths on his own?

“Vanala was there,” Starr reasoned, frowning.

Vanala pitched in to make it possible. He agreed to the fusion, and our strength combined was enough to take them down.

“...You fused with a Nopon?” Despite the severity of the situation, Starr couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image. It still left a variety of questions, ones that he knew he’d have to ask in order to understand better, but for now he took solace in his laughter, as subdued as it was.

Oh come on, I do not discriminate in the face of an apocalyptic event. Yes, I fused with Froyoyo. With the help of Vanala, we defeated both yggraliths. And when I left, Froyoyo had been…blessed, so to speak. I had left a small part of my ether within his body, not enough that he had access to any sort of powers, but enough that he never aged.

“You made Froyoyo immortal?!” Starr was shocked at this revelation, yet in the back of his mind, he knew it made sense. There was no way that The Tale of Two Gods, the story Froyoyo loved to recite to his littlepon every night before bed, had taken place during his lifespan. Corvhesperikon’s bones had even suggested that its body had rotted away over the course of centuries, though how could you accurately estimate a yggralith’s life cycle?

Well, yes, but…but he went into it thinking that he would die afterwards. You see, my kind are unable to fuse with organic creatures. It leaves us without any sense of self, and in the slim chance both the host and the entity survive, we would wander aimlessly looking for a way to end the pain. My fusion with Froyoyo was a last ditch effort. I cannot say for certain, but I believe Vanala was the one to successfully separate us and keep us whole. I was weakened for a very long time afterwards. I only got my strength back just in time to fuse with L’Cirufe to stop the war.

“You did not learn, did you?” Starr said, “L’Cirufe is an organic creature, too. What did that do to you?”

I think that is a story for another time.

Mira’s statement seemed final, a hard stop to Starr’s series of questions probing into its past. Starr wasn’t too bothered by the need to change topics; Mira’s fusion with L wasn’t relevant to their predicament in the present day. 

“So how do we defeat Corvhesperikon now?” He asked, “Must you fuse with Froyoyo again?”

Well, no. Contradictory to your question before, I did learn, and I refuse to put him through that pain again. Vanala is too weak to go through with another healing ritual for him. 

“Then who must you fuse w…with…” Starr trailed off. He knew the answer, didn’t he? The way to save everyone?

Despite being a fusion of myself and Pongo, your body is still entirely mechanical. Combined with the fact that you are comprised of miranium, my favored material, you would be the perfect host. Not organic, and not susceptible to the horrors Froyoyo and L’Cirufe had to endure.

Starr was quiet. It was the Disgrace’s self-sacrificing nature that began to speak for him, at first, the need to put himself in harm’s way to keep everyone else safe. Starr nearly agreed with that line of thought, especially since it would spare those around him from a gruesome fate. But at the same time, Mira’s memories began to resurface, dredged up from the depths of its mind, and Starr could see the monsters in the surface of the water. The thing Froyoyo had become, screaming and screeching as it hurled attack after brutal attack, almost mindless in nature. The twisted form L’Cirufe took, flying high above a wartorn planet, fires encasing the land as he smiled with sharpened fangs stained in blood - the blood of his people, the blood of the people Mira had painstakingly created. And then, there was…

There was Starr. 

Not the Starr he was, no. The Starr that the Ganglion had transformed into a Telethia, the Starr that ravaged Cocytios in a blind rage. Was that rage really blind at all, or did he know the rage before Mira and the Disgrace fused? Did he know that this was his destiny? Would it be his destiny once more?

Saddened, burdened by everything he was and everything he was fated to be, Starr sniffled. He was allowed to cry, he knew that, but he was already so tired. Why, why did he have to be the answer? Why couldn’t he just live?

“...We save Vanala first.” Starr decided, lifting his mask to wipe his tears with his hands, “Then, if it will end things…if it means we can live in peace…”

I will make it quick. 

“You better.” He sighed, standing himself up once more. “Thank you for telling us, though. At least now, we are assured that there is a means to -”

The walls suddenly shook as something crashed against the mountainside, a force powerful enough to nearly knock Starr back down to the ground. He managed to maintain his balance just as an earsplitting screech echoed throughout the cavern, forcing his hands to his ears to block out the sound. When it finally resided, he looked up to the ceiling, and he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

Their time was up. 

[dirty-xenobladeconfessions]

Have you e’er felt a sudden lust for L’cirufe

[gh0stfactory]

Top 10 Characters

Welp. Was tagged by @random-jot. Thanks!

Rules: Write your 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms (or from the same) and tag 10 people.

Yeah I know 4 are from Xenoblade. I just really like Xenoblade okay? xP Even though they’re numbered, they aren’t actually in any particular order, really. ‘Cept for Lao. And Dunban. Anyway yeah:

1. Lao Huang - Xenoblade Chronicles

2. Dunban - Xenoblade Chronicles

3. Riki - Xenoblade Chronicles (Lot of Xenoblade lol)

4. Rath - Ben 10

5. Martin Septim - Elder Scrolls

6. Ed - Ed, Edd n Eddy

7. L’cirufe - Xenoblade Chronicles

8. Strax - Doctor Who

9.  Zanza - Xenoblade Chronicles

10. Maxie - Pokémon

I tag: @berylliumoxide, @thefangirlingcartoongal, @emmachronospanner2017, @lao-huangs-bitch

[kentucky-the-fried]

Imperium: Prologue

Concept: human

They are an interesting race, I will give them that. They remind me of my own creations...perhaps I shall tell the one called L’Cirufe to befriend them. They have potential, so much potential. Such a shame that they are the ones that had to bring conflict. But I suppose I expected this.

They need guidance. The humans are a young race, it seems. Not many accomplishments to speak of. Not compared to the visitors I have seen. Perhaps I will attempt a new form, one that they can communicate with, one that can be accepted.

A human form. Yes, this seems to be a logical option. They are accepting of those who look similar to them, that is how most races I have observed act. And until I watch L’Cirufe interact with them, this is the safest option.

Besides, this is a good excuse to make a human.

Concept: body

Now the body, the basis. There seem to be two primary forms for humans to take: a male and a female. Now to decide which gender to take...perhaps the male? I could begin to model it after L’Cirufe, possibly. He is of the male gender. Yes, I like this.

A pinch of miranium there, and look at that, a body. Hmm, pale skin, to be expected. This body is not yet living. How could I say that any of the humans are living, really? They all possess some sort of mechanical body. Then again, they function as organic beings, and there are those I have encountered that are mechanical in form that are able to sustain themselves, so maybe I am just being ignorant.

...this body looks ridiculous. What is the word humans have for their offspring...a baby. Yes. It looks like a baby. All naked. Very bare. Needs more...muscle. Oh yes, look at those toned abs, an even better image of L’Cirufe. Mmmm, I am enjoying this way too much!

Concept: hair

Okay, moving on. Seems that most humans have fur on top of their heads - hair. Yes, hair. Best to give my form some hair. The older humans have less hair, the younger ones have more, and this form is nice and young, so more hair it is. Let me see here...some miranium strands here...black is a nice shade. Black is a normal shade for human hair. I see lots of brown, too much brown, but there is yellow and black and red. Black is nice.

Now, human hair has texture. Maybe...ooh, fluffy. Fluffy and soft. Like the Un’delai’ovais. Ah, and there we go, long enough. Is past the shoulders long enough? A few of the female humans wear theirs as such, but this is a male form...no matter. This is my form, I will do with it what I want to.

Concept: face

The humans have simple faces. Only have everything they need to survive with. Mouth, nose, eyes, ears. How about a normal sized nose...normal sized ears...and for the hell of it, nice lips, and a perfect set of teeth. Miranium here, miranium there, just enough to get the details in. This form is starting to look more human by the second.

...Strange. The miranium came slower this time. And there is much less of it. I get that these details are tiny in comparison to the body, but it still feels odd…

Concept: eyes

No matter. I can still call upon the material that I need. Now, for the eyes. Round, beautiful spheres of sight. I know I want these to be different. I cannot completely blend in, there has to be some spark of originality with this form, something subtle. Eyes. Have to make the eyes pop.

The color. How about...indigo. Ooh, I have not used that color often, and it seems to be a good clash with the black hair. Gives the form an aura of mystery and beauty.

...okay, humans have pupils, right now the eyes are just...indigo. Completely indigo. A little unnerving, to be honest. So, pupils…

Wait. I feel it now. The miranium is lower than before, so much lower. Where has my strength gone? What is depleting me of my energy?! Something is draining me...what could be powerful enough to take the miranium from my core?

I cannot tell what it is, I cannot say. The eyes, I will return to later. I need to finish this body before I lose any more strength.

Concept: voice

The last major component. A voice, something to speak with, an instrument of destruction in its own way. L’Cirufe has a beautiful voice, and a very lovely accent - now to replicate it, somehow. Come on miranium, you can finish this, at the least - there, the voice is set. A gentle, soothing voice, one that has known compassion through -

N-No! This is too much! The form...the form is slipping away! No, NO! I have to, have to release it onto the land! I have to control it! I have to! Miranium, I need you!

...he has entered the world. Thank goodness there are some of the human life pods intact. This is a perfect setup. A frantic, accidental setup, but a perfect one. I cannot control him, not yet. I feel weak, so very weak...I have never felt such confusion before...who would even dare to harness my power?...someone on my land is a great fool, indeed.

Now then, can I find the source of this weakness?...there. In Primia-ordos. That is not a structure I recognize...does it belong to the humans? Or the Ganglion? Or did something else plant this here?...

Concept: revenge

I cannot see. Everything has gone dark. It feels strange, almost scary, to have lost so much power to such a simple device. There must be some way to regain my strength, I have to control my form before it creates a conscious of its own…

...no. I will be too late. This sudden depletion...it will take time to replenish. Too much time. Will the humans survive in their war for this long?...all I can do is hope. Hope, and pray that they do not destroy the land I worked so hard to create.

But I feel something else...I know I felt this once, back in the time of the Oblivi-Cauldo Wars. I wanted so badly...to hurt the ones who killed my creations. I wanted them to be punished for their misdoings. But they left, with only their relics as a marker for their presence.

This feeling...is it supposed to feel so right? Is it wrong to want to hurt those who weakened me?

I do not receive an answer. How could I, I am nothing more than a voice, now that I have lost all my power. But I am capable of thinking so much more. I want to hurt them. Once I regain my strength, I will take control of the form, and then…

I will make them rue the day they ever set foot on my lands.

Chapter 1 -->

[miraxed-blog]

tag dump: affinity tags.

[metalempire]

Tagged by @dancing-aqua

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and fuck the police

1. Nickname: Disappointment 

2. Star sign: Scorpio

3. Height: 5′7

4.Time right now: 13:33

5. Favorite music artist: No

6. Song stuck in your head: The Bony Resort music from Digimon World Next Order

7.Last Movie Watched: Rogue One

8.Last tv show/anime watched:  Digimon Universe: Appli Monsters 

9. What are you wearing right now: Intense feelings of shame and inadequacy 

10.When did you create your blog: Back end of Summer in 2014

11. What kind of stuff do you post: Bad stuff

12.Do you have any other blogs: No

13. Do you get asks regularly: No

14.Why did you choose your url: I was really into Fire Emblem Awakening so I made my url themed after it.

15.Gender: Male/Nonbinary

16.Hogwarts House: The fucking shed Hagrid lives in

17.Pokemon Team: Team Rocket 

18. Favourtie Color: Purple 

19. Average hours of sleep: Fuck

20.Lucky numbers: 12

21. Favorite characters: Dunban, Ephraim, Roxas, Soleil, Beelzebumon, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Reyn, Valter, Garon, Ringabel, Mumkhar, Eirika, Dukemon, Axel, Niles, Ruki Nonaka, L’Cirufe, Caellach, Sumia, Xemnas, Denys Geneolgia, Eri Karan, Elma

22. How many blankets do you sleep with: 1

23. Dream Job: Either something in game development or trophy husband lmao 

24. Following: 239

im not tagging anyone cos im a dickhead

[alcamothss]

L’cirufe bc this fandom needs more of him, what is up with that guy?

[eienias20]

Gift Giver

Just a little drabble idea that came to mind based off of another fic written by a fellow Xenoblade Chronicles X fan and the relationship between our Crosses.

Sitting up in bed, Jaynix stretched. Sleeping was still somewhat new to her, but she was getting used to it and quite frankly, she loved it.

“I was really missing out…”

She looked next to her, where Alexa was sleeping soundly, she’d come over the previous night and clearly, did not leave. Suffice it to say, Jaynix still wasn’t sure if she could actually sleep when she was alone. She didn’t want to risk it.

Kissing the sleeping woman’s forehead, she stood up, got dressed and walked out of the room.

“Hey, Jaynix.”

She rubbed her eyes before noticing Kruse sitting on the couch “Huh. You’re never up this early Short Stuff. What’s the occasion?”

Kruse held up a box, it looked like a gift. A present. She tilted her head as he pointed at her feet. Looking down she noticed another gift that was set outside her door, pushed slightly out of the way from her exiting her room.

“Christmas gifts?”

Kruse nodded “I suppose so.”

Bending down, Jaynix picked up hers and gave it a once over “From who?”

“Santa. Obviously.”

Rolling her eyes Jaynix looked to Kruse “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

Moving over to the table she sat across from him. “Wait. Did you actually see a gift and not immediately open it?”

“Well. I was waiting for family.”

Jaynix smiled and shook her head “Cheesy. OH! I should get Alexa!”

Jaynix stood up and headed towards her room, Kruse raising an eyebrow “She’s here?”

“Is it so odd that my girlfriend came over, Kruse? Last I checked you spend just as much…no, even more time with Elma than I do with Alexa.”

He chuckled and raised his hands “Right. Right. I didn’t see her come in.”

He kept staring at the boxes before him, he was very curious and as she said, he’d considered opening his gift countless times. But something prevented him from doing so. He didn’t have his Earth memories so by extent he didn’t have any Christmas memories…however opening the gift alone just didn’t feel right.

“Christmas presents?”

He turned as Jaynix and Alexa walked towards him, the former sitting and bringing the latter onto her lap.

“I only see two.”

Jaynix looked around the barracks then back at Alexa “Well, realistically speaking you don’t actually live here. If anything I imagine you’ve got a gift waiting at your barracks.”

The Outfitter smiled “Maybe. Oh I can’t wait to tear into it! But first. I think you guys have gifts to open, Kruse looks like he’s about to explode from excitement.”

The pair looked over to Kruse in unison. He watched them before asking “Can I.”

Alexa giggled as Jaynix nodded “Go ahead.”

Tearing through the wrapping and opening the box, Kruse gasped as he lifted a book out for everyone to see.

“Holy shit. How did…how in the world did they find this?”

He checked the front cover, back cover and leafed through the pages. It really was it.

Alexa peered closer “Is that a book on Mimeosome tech?”

“Not just any book. It’s part of the complete Artificial Life collection, the most detailed texts on everything in regards to Mimeosome technology. You can’t find these books even in the MMC’s database. They were stored as data on a Lifehold Unit we haven’t found and a few of the White Whale control computers. So either someone got really lucky with reclaiming wreckage or they went out with a mission to find it and succeeded.”

He shook his head as he continued staring at it “Unbelievable.”

Jaynix grinned “Wasn’t your girlfriend the one who gave us the technology to create Mimeosomes? Wouldn’t she know everything there is to know?”

“She does but the last thing I want is to talk her ear off for days on end and ask questions. With this, I’ll know better what to ask for if anything and…”

Kruse trailed off, looking from the book to Jaynix “…next time…I can be there for you.”

Jaynix remained silent before nodding. “Thank you. Kruse.”

He smiled at her as Alexa leaned in and kissed her cheek before moving off of her lap.

“Your turn.”

Jaynix grabbed her gift “What could you be?”

Opening it with just as much fervor as Kruse drew laughs from the other two BLADEs. Jaynix prepared to make a joke or just say something when she took the top of the box off and her breath caught in her throat.

Kruse saw the utter shock in Jaynix’s face as the woman covered her mouth.

Alexa looked at the open box and mouthed a silent ‘wow’.

Kruse waited in silence until, Jaynix finally stood up and took her gift out, displaying a long a beautiful red dress.

She had no words as she stared at the article of clothing in her hands. It was gorgeous. It was perfect.

“How many people know that you dance, Jaynix?” Alexa asked.

Bringing the dress to her chest, Jaynix smiled “Not many…”

“You think you know who got us these gifts?”

“I have a very good idea.”

Kruse’s comm device went off, a message from Lin about gifts showing up all over the BLADE Barracks.

“Looks like this really was Santa…or at least a very determined BLADE.”

Kruse stood up and looked over to Jaynix and Alexa “I’m gonna go check in with Elma and Lin, spend this special day with them. What about you two?”

“I have to go to my barracks and see if something was left…as for Jaynix. You’re gonna go find our Santa BLADE aren’t you?”

She nodded “I’ll meet you at your barracks after I’m done.”

Leaning in, Jaynix kissed Alexa. All three BLADEs walked outside and parted ways.

“See? This item works just as advertised! Trust us! It will never fail to perfectly crack an egg!”

The customer looked over the item and laughed “After those demonstrations, I have no doubt. Thank you!”

“No! Thank you!” Then, before the customer could say anything the store attendant…dabbed.

The customer gave him an odd look before paying and walking off.

Smile on his face the attendant turned “That’s another sale L’cirufe! I’m really good at this!”

“Indeed you are Pongo! We may even be able to leave the store in your sole care should the need arise.”

“Yeah, this is actually a lot of fun!”

The pair shared a laugh before a loud and recognizable voice echoed across Armory Alley.

“PONGO!”

Falling silent the pair turned to see the fiery Interceptor: Jaynix.

Pongo swallowed. “Uh oh. Is she mad? Does she look mad? Oh gods she’s coming this way. L’cirufe what do I do?”

L shrugged “We do not know. We would not stand between Jaynix and anything. It seems you are, how you say, about to pull in roses.”

“I’M SO DEAD!”

Looking to the approaching Jaynix he tried to speak “Uh I…I’m sorry? What did I do? Y’know-”

He was cut off by Jaynix grabbing him by the collar and dragging him off. L watched them go, making no move to intervene.

“After you are done being dead. Do return Pongo!”

Coming to the front of BLADE Tower, Jaynix released Pongo and stood still with her back to him.

“H-hey. Jaynix. You…you look amazing today. I mean, you look incredible every day but…you look REALLY good today.”

The woman remained silent as Pongo scratched the back of his head “Um…did I do something?”

“You sure did.”

He jumped at hearing her words. Part of him kind of wanted to run away but his body wouldn’t move if he tried.

Finally, Jaynix turned to face him.

She wore a warm, touching expression on her face and there was a gentle glow in her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Instantly, Pongo knew what this was about. He was not at all surprised that she figured it out. He knew that not only was she a strong and competent BLADE, she was also very smart.

Smiling at her, he nodded “You’re welcome.”

Pongo then stretched his arms out.

“I know you aren’t a hugger Jaynix…but I really want to give you one.”

Jaynix nodded, walking over to Pongo and embracing him “You are one of the very few exceptions.”

“Merry Christmas, Jaynix.”

“You too, Pongo.”

@kentucky-the-fried wrote a story about his Cross: Pongo, delivering gifts to a great many Crosses for the holiday season.

We’ve since RPd together a few times and there is a relationship built between Jaynix and Pongo that led me to wanting to write this short little thing.

No better motivator for creativity.

[aslimewithagun]

I thought Joseph’s voice sounded a bit familiar, maybe like L’cirufe from Xenoblade X. I googled his voice actor and... not L’cirufe. But he is also the “joker” voice for the male Cross, so that’s cool. :3