Finding The Foundry

[Hayate_Amatsukami]

Three months had passed since that day.

When the Former General Amatsukami Hayate saved the Council of Radasanth and all the refugees within the Iron Keep from a horrific death. Yet still he was held as a prisoner of war until the cease-fire, only being released back into Shinsou’s custody a week later. He still wasn’t sure exactly what came over him that day but those damned kids followed him the entire way back to Whitevale. Sleeping under the stars neatened tufts of grass as the horses and soldiers of the caravan slept.

It wasn’t long after Hayate resigned his position to Felicity that Grell finally asked the question. Could she and the others learn how to fight like him? Would he teach her how to protect people… If only she knew what she was asking at the time. Beseeched by the public humiliation throughout Corone and his perceived abandonment by Shinsou and the others, the Son of Akashima had slipped back into a semi delusional state. He accepted their offer, inducting the ten new members into the Immortals.

Deep within the subterranean sewer system that stretched across Whitevale lies a series of renovated corridors and vast rooms. This secret network housed the base of the Immortals, formally known as the Foundry. Only a few Castigars and the Immortals themselves have knowledge of this location and how to find it.

“Huh” Hayate woke,” who’s there!?” As he rose to an upright position in bed, the one armed shinobi’s eyes flickered crimson. Through the candle light he could see a pair of feet underneath his door. “Open the door.”

Hayate’s door slid open revealing a candle little hallway stretching into vast darkness and the frame of a girl kneeling at his threshold. Dressed in a black shinobi garb Grell stood pulling back her mask and revealing her bald head and azure eyes.

“We have a problem…” as a faint hushed whisper sliced through the stillness of the night, cursing Hayate’s ears and rushing him to his feet. With swift fingers he opened the case on his dresser retrieving his prosthetic arm, and just a quickly Grell was at his side helping him to attach it. “An intruder has entered the Foundry.”

“Who is it?” Hayate grimaced as he latched his right arm into place. His implant allowed him full range of movement with his titanium arm but it never hurt any less connecting to it.

“The one person we know can’t keep a secret for shit. That girl who took over for you…” Grell clearly hadn’t liked that he would consider someone so close to her own age a worthy replacement for himself. She wasn’t a very subtle girl, but she was a fast learner and his star pupil. In the short time they have been here she had learned the most by far. “Felicity or whatever her name is.”

Hayate grew anxious and excited at the same time, bumps on his arm grew and chills ran down his spine. If she was here then it was only a matter of time things blew up. After throwing on a light coat and checking for arm for the last time the shinobi master exited his room and began to run through the vast tunnels of their hideout with apprentice in tow. Silently they moved like faint shadows, gliding across the cobblestone floor and past the damp walls as if at home in the darkness.

“If she thinks something is going on down here we are going to be in for a world of trouble, I’ve known her to be quite explosive.” He said as they turned a corner and started down another incredibly long hallway. “How the hell did she get in anyway?”

“Apparently Rosie was being careless coming back and screwed around to much, she’s trying to loose her as we speak and bring her back up top.” She said panting, trying not to drag too far behind. If they hurry then they can meet her at the Foundry’s entrance just in case.

“I hope I’m not too late.” He said under his breath. “Because if I am and Rosie isn’t careful Felicity might not understand what’s going on and do something hastily.”