Escape Time Limit ETA: 1 Week

"Ugghh, what happened?" Newt asks dazedly.

"Morning Kid, we went through with the creation of the 'Creators Omniscient Domain' and well, your in this state, mainly from the aftermath of your soul having lost a fragment of it and the pressure from having a piece of your soul located in your brain, well, metaphysically in your brain.

Its situated in the location of your brain and will follow it and is within the space your brain takes up, however it exists on another plane of existence. Essentially in your brain but not simultaneously."

"Why do i feel so hungry?"

"Simple, your not, your body thinks its hungry because it can't register what is wrong with it. You will feel that whilst your soul heals and replaces the chunk that was removed."

"Probably too late to ask this but what does having a part of my soul removed effect?"

"Not much actually, if i had taken a core part of your soul then major problems would have occurred, so i only took out a part of the edges which stored some experiences."

"Experiences?! Does that mean i've lost memories?!"

"Your soul has lost the memories, your brain hasn't, as long as you remember the experiences and continue living those experiences will come back and form in the soul. Meaning you should make sure to write everything down that you remember just in case you forget something. Though not necessary."

"Can I have a book then?"

"Do I look like i have a spare book? Do you think i can just pull whatever i want out of my Dimensional Pouch?"

"Well you have so much in there it wouldn't surprise me if you did."

Cynthia sighs whilst facepalming herself. "It has 5 cubic metres within it, and most of what i had stored is destroyed other than 3 artifacts, a book you've seen me writing in, a sleeping bag, a chair and a desk."

"And you didn't bring a second blank book? Why?"

"Because i didn't need to, I didn't think i was going to get a apprentice who would need a writing book?"

Newt noticing Cynthia was winning the argument, quickly switches the subject and asks. "Oh! What do the artifacts do?"

"One is a 4 piece artifact that can show a fabricated setting within the boundaries that the 4 pieces are placed. All that see whether within or not, will see the same setting.

Second shows an illusion that tricks the desired target into thinking the user is using dozens of different spells. Used mostly to scare them off.

Third makes a copy of the user's clothing and body and makes them run in a specified direction."

Cynthia explains with a annoyed expression, showing off each whilst explaining them.

"Since you're so interested in them, how about a lesson?" Cynthia's annoyed face turning into a sadistic grin, while Newt's innocent curiosity morphed into despair.

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"This part of the matrix locks these parts which stops the internal rotation of the centre circle of the Spell Circle allowing for an inbuilt cutoff of the flow of mana making it a single us-"

BANG

"Both of you are under arrest as suspects for the stealing of the Church's restricted documents! Surrender quietly and accept the judgement of the Gods!"

A group of church knights and priests rush into the hut mid lecture.

Bursting to her feet Cynthia immediately launches 3 fire ball spells into the group, who promptly panic and shuffle away from the spells.

Trainees? Nonetheless this is better for me. Cynthia concludes.

Attention being taken away from her, she rushes to Newt, picking him up and running into the back room, casting 2 wind blade spells against the back wall, leaving an X on the wood of the hut until they are destroyed by a strong kick from Cynthia creating an opening for the two of them.

"They're escaping!" One of the Knights calls out.

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Escape Time Limit ETA: 1 Week Couple of Hours

"Shit!" Cynthia exclaims, frustrated at the sudden change in plans, "Sorry kid, they should have taken at least a week until they found where we were. Everything keeps going wrong with this fucking entire situation!"

Cynthia curses, questioning what had went wrong.

"No, it doesn't matter, we need to escape as soon as possible. The more time passes the more likely it is for news of us to spread." Cynthia instructs Newt.

"Meaning we must leave before information spreads." Newt finishes her sentence, getting a nod from Cynthia and they start heading to the second furthest Exit and Entrance Gate within the City.

"Why are we heading for a more further exit?" Newt asks noticing the direction headed was different than expected.

"Because they would be expecting that, and assuming that we would head to the furthest gate away would also be expected if we intended to avoid them and because information would take more longer to spread over the distance. Hence we are going to the second furthest." Cynthia explains pointing towards the desired gate.

"What if they are expecting us to expect them to do that and instead fully bolster the second furthest gate with the expectation of us doing so?"

"Than they wouldn't be promoted to a leader position because of their sheer paranoia, they would be called crazy if they suggested such an idea."

Fair, Newt internally chuckles at the logically sound answer to his ludicrous question.

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Approaching the large access point that held their future, Newt and Cynthia quietly lurk, listen and watch a duet of guards.

Finally seeing one of the two leave to take a toilet break she stealthily snuck up on the lone guard, attacking the unaware guard from behind, choking him out on the ground.

This took an hour to accomplish, taking around a minute after they fell unconscious to hide the body and another 10 to strip the guard of all of his armour and weapons, than to do all of it again for the returning guard drained their remaining time like a plant drank up water.

Luckily they didn't need much more, replacing the guards and slowly sneaking through the access point.

"John! Where ya goin? Ya still got a few to go!" A feminine Voice calls out to Cynthia.

Putting on the most masculine voice she could, she tries to emulate the voice and speech pattern of the guard, "Aye, hafta tayke a shite."

The Women nods and questions, "Ya alright? Ya sound a bit off."

"Dehydrated." Cynthia replies with a small dry heave and raspy version of the man's voice.

"Aight, why the little lass coming with ya? Ya not plannin anythin are ya?" The Women questions 'John' and the smaller 'Clare'.

"Never! He was just wanting to go to the toilet outside because two of the three male restrooms were taken, the third was apparently clogged. No i didn't let him into the women's restrooms, which is why i'm following him." Newt's pubescent voice raised a higher pitch to emulate the female voice of the guard he had impersonated.

"Good! Get to it than John! Don't take too much time up and get back to work." She says waving lackadaisically heading towards the cafeteria.

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POV: Jane

Taking a small break from her administrating duties after a long overnight shift that continued onto the next morning, she decided she needed a break, tiredly she slowly wanders down the hall in the direction of the cafeteria.

Slowly as she walks down, in the corner of her eye she catches two people wearing their full plated armour. Are they still on duty? What are they doing here?

Scanning through her memories to remember who would be on duty and had the most similar build at this time. Coming to two names, 'John' and 'Clare'.

They look a bit off? She thinks as she approaches them to ask.

"John! Where ya goin? Ya still got a few ta go!"

"Aye, have ta take a shite."

Guess it is John, though...

 "Ya alright? Ya sound a bit off."

"Dehydrated."

Rubbing her eyes, she questions whether her lack of sleep was catching up on her.

Well just to double check.

"Aight, why the little lass coming with ya? Ya not plannin anythin, right?"

Claire is quite timid when it comes to me, let's see...

"Never! He was just wanting to go to the toilet outside because two of the three male restrooms were taken, the third was apparently clogged. No i didn't let him into the women's restrooms, which is why i'm following him."

That's not Claire's voice... Too high pitch, and most importantly, confident. No sign of Timidness?

They're not Claire and John... She concludes quickly rapping up the conversation

"Good! Get to it than John! Don't take too much time up and get back to work." Waving lackadaisically making her movements obvious and natural, heading towards the cafeteria to get reinforcements

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After heading past the clearing just outside the gates they approached the forest, lush and filled with wildlife, though notably less than the past.

"Finally time to leave." Cynthia grins with a breathe of fresh air and a sudden but cool breeze from behind cooling them down.

Ah, nice and cool... From behind?

Snapping her head back she sees the big clearing and wall from the forest but nothing having followed her.

I'm paranoid, the wind just probably came from another direction before coming this way. Cynthia rationalizes the sudden and strong breeze and turns around to continue walking.

"Why would you want to leave? Don't worry, we are very accommodating." A sudden voice echoes throughout the forest, freezing Newt and Cynthia as their gazes land on a lone man with dirty blonde hair.

His face seemingly sculpted from marble with no visible imperfections, his bright Golden Eyes distracting Cynthia the most.

Newt however was focused on the man's clothing, a light armour fitted perfectly for the man with no restricted movements, Sleeveless though? Newt questions but chocked it up to his lack of knowledge.

His knowledge wasn't so bad though that he didn't understand one thing, Red, White and Gold? He's with the Church.