Guided towards a large, dark looking building that hadn't seen sunlight for years, the bun's eyes wandered. Is this really the next place he should be going right now? Maybe he should turn around and go back to his hotel room. No, no, come on, Siorc, it'll be fine. He's already come this way, why run away now? Susu locking eyes onto him, he gulped. Is it him, or does she look more serious than usual?

"This is our first stop for today, the Obsidian Den," Susu said, clearing her throat. She then paused. "Is something wrong? You seem tense."

[It's nothing, Susu.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Really, are you sure about that? That's not what your face is saying." She shook her head.

[Really, it's nothing, Susu. It's just a little dark here, that's all.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Studying the building for a moment longer, the bun resisted the urge to bite his nails clean off. Heads of mintbears hung up on the wall, the vampa tried to keep it together. Can they go somewhere else, please? Anywhere will do! Fuzzy creature looking about ready to stare into his soul, he turned away. Can someone cover that thing up, please?

Susu heading off towards the counter in the corner, the vampa clapped his hands together. O, divine above, please have the elderly be in a deep slumber or forget they had something else to do today! But, he ended such action, in an instant. No way is now the time to call out to the godbuns! Forget that idea! Adventure Bunny looking straight at him, he slapped his cheeks. It's time to meet with the veterans here. Come on, look alive!

"There's no need to be so nervous," Susu said in a soft voice. "The folks here aren't all that scary. Just a little, uh, bit of a group of oddballs. Don't worry, they won't try and hurt you. Besides, if they do, this bun over here will put them in their place."

"That's right, I very much will," the employee said, slapping their knuckles onto their palm. "Now, please head to Room Ten on the left."

Guided through the hallways, the vampa huffed a breath as the mintbear heads kept looking his way on the walls. Just how many of these did the residents here hunt for decoration?! He doesn't know, but it had to have been way too many. Count him out on doing that in his lifetime. Room ten soon located, the farmer prepared himself for the war to come.

"I told ya'll that them youths in Sagitago don't got what it takes to change their fate!" an elderly bun cried. "Have ya seen those kiddos? They don't have the sauce!"

"How can you say that, aye? Have you ever been to Sagitago?" another elderly bun asked.

"I ain't never been there, but I know they ramping up to fight the gods the there!" an elderly bun cried. "Don't you ever listen to the news?!"

"Do I look like I own one of them boob tubes?!" another elderly bun cried. "They be pumping out lies on those dang picture boxes anyway!"

Sagitago brought to the table, the bun placed his finger on his chin. Is something going on down in the underground dance studio? Maybe Dancer Lop challenged the Godbuns to a fight or something? Ah, how should he know? It's not like he's watched the news in awhile now. When was the last time he did? He can't remember, it's been too long.

Studying the duo for a moment, the vampa's ears twitched at the sight before him. Sitting on the left side of the table had been an older LopVampa man who had been wise upon his years. Snowy white hair looking quite shiny, there had been many bald spots looking about ready to shimmer against the darkness. Pistol next to him, the farmer held in a scream. Why is that there?! Please, don't hurt him, he doesn't mean any trouble! Oh, great, he is so going to be the next target for a hunt or something. Hunter and Gatherer Bunny printed in the center of their shirt looking rather wrinkly, the young adult turned towards the next person.

Seated on the right side of the table had been an older LopVampa lady who had been wise upon her years. Faded minty green hair draping past her shoulders, on her face had been quite the collection of scars. Seeing such, the bun's ears twitched a bit more. She was a war veteran, alright. He's seen all that he needs to here! Can he go now? No, no, he's already here, he can't run now. Gazing at their shirt, the bun's eyes wandered. Oh, no, Gunsmith Bunny, he's so going to get shot by the end of this conversation.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt, but my friend here would like to ask about you divine names," Susu said, bowing her head. "I do hope we're not intruding on anything important!"

"Well, well, well, look who it is!" Hunter and Gatherer Bunny shouted. "It's Adventure Bunny! You hear on a mission, girly?"

"I guess you could say that," Susu responded, voice trailing. "I hope you don't mind my friend here asking you a few questions."

"No, of course not, feel free to ask away!" Gunsmith Bunny exclaimed.

Buns rubbing their pistols, the bun broke out into a sweat. They are so going to take him out the back when this is all over. He needs to ask this question carefully, or else, he's a goner! Reaching for the Talkmaster B, the bun prepared himself. Careful now, don't draw anything that might cause a stir. Oh, great, there's no way around this, is there? He's so going to get a bullet to his head by the time he leaves!

Rabbit with a halo scribbled onto the screen, the vampa almost wanted to shake the device. Maybe he shouldn't start off that way. Is he being too forward? Maybe he is, gah, come on, try again. Shaking it, he drew down a nametag. Is that too vague? Perhaps it was. Come on, try again. Little speech bubble with a bun with a halo drawn instead, the farmer sighed. This will do for now, maybe. Oh, well, here goes nothing.

[Hello, there, my name is Siorc. I've heard that most of the buns in this village were able to have their divine names changed to something that better suits them. And, I'd just like to know, is there any other way besides the Mystic Carrot Bowl or fighting the gods to do so? If that's the case, I'd like to know!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Elderly duo caressing their large pistols like they were their children, the farmer put his hands in the air. Please, don't take him out, he's sorry if he asked a question they didn't want to hear! Can they have mercy on him? He's only been here for one whole century! He'll try to learn the rules of the hunters! Turning the knobs in a rapid manner, rapid fire apologies released their robotic tunes.

[I'm sorry, should I have not asked that question? Please, don't shoot, I'll take it back, I promise!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers, but a laugh had come his way.

"Sonny, these guns ain't even loaded! Why are you shaking like a leaf for?" Hunter and Gatherer Bunny asked. "You're fine, don't worry, you just got to give us a bit to think. Our memories ain't what they used to be."

[Take all the time you need.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Elderly duo going silent for quite awhile, the bun closed his eyes for a moment. Please, let them be thinking about a secret third option he can use! But, he knew that wasn't about to happen. Any second now, and he would be told he's throwing stones into the wrong pond. Headshake coming his way, the bubble was about ready to pop at any given moment.

"The Mystic Carrot Bowl, is that what you youngins call your wars these days?" Gunsmith Bunny asked.

"My folks told me there hasn't been a war in at least five hundred years," Susu said, hand moving up and down as she spoke. "It's a competition. Though, I guess you could call it a personal war, maybe."

"You youngins need to take a bit more of a leap in your lives!" Hunter and Gatherer Bunny cried. "Put a little bit of a good old shoot into some folks you don't like!"

"I'll pass, thank you." Her voice dropped a bit as she said such.

War brought to his attention the farmer nibbled on the edge of his nails. Start a war with the godbuns? No way! There's no chance in a million years he would ever be victorious in a thing like that! Can he be excused from this room now? Gee, it sure is getting hot in here. Can someone paint the walls a nice shade of blue or something? No, what is he thinking? Come on, now, focus on the topic at hand here.

[No, thank you. So, please, I'd like to know! Is there any other way I can have my divine naming ceremony redone? A safer option than getting in a battlefield? I'd be grateful if you could tell me!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers. But, a laugh had come his way.

"I'm afraid not, youngin, if you want to get a new name that suits you, you're going to have to fight for it," Hunter and Gatherer Bunny said. "Didn't they teach you that in that school of yours?"

School brought to his attention, the vampa tried to think. Blanks drawn, he shook his head. How strange, he can't seem to recall any lessons involving the divine naming ceremony. Did they used to teach that stuff back in these buns youth? He doesn't know, maybe it's best to not think too deeply about all of that. It's time to move onto the next question while it's still hot.

[Are you sure? There has to be some other way! Like learning everything there is to know about the godbuns? Offering a divine gift or something? You've lived more than twice the time I've been alive! You have to know something!] A crackling voice exclaimed through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Nope, sonny, not anymore," Gunsmith Bunny said, shaking her head. "Honestly, you from the younger generation need to give them godbuns a little space. Maybe if you were born a thousand years ago, giving 'em a bunch of golden apples would have been the ticket, but ain't no way that happening in this day and age. Either put up with tossing your all into a fight, or just accept your divine name forever."

Answer coming his way, the farmer's head sunk. Is fighting the godbuns really the only way? They had to have been joking, right? Please hop upward right now and say just kidding! Come on, please? Haha, what a funny joke. But, he shook his head. Forget this, he has to face reality, the truth. There's no other answer here, is there.

[Thank you for your time, I think I have the answer I need now.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers. He then stood up from the table.

"Really, that's all? I expected you to put up a bit more of a fight, sonny," Hunter and Gatherer Bunny said. "Ah, well, no matter, glad to have given you the information you needed. Make sure you swing by the museum later!"

Exiting the Obsidian Den, the vampa laid down on the grass beneath him. Is fighting the gods truly the only way? Maybe these two were hiding something. Yeah, no, they probably weren't, that's for sure. Closing his eyes, the farmer let out a yawn. He could use a nap right about now. So long, don't wake him up until the fourteenth hour, zzz.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Jolting awake, the farmer rubbed his eyes. What time is it? Oh, right, it's time to go watch the reenactment of the Sapphire Wars. Can he just crawl back underneath his covers in his hotel room and sleep until tomorrow? No, why would he go and do that? Better head to the museum now. Adventure Bunny racing towards him, he pulled his ears down. Please, let there be as little noise as possible while he's here.

Reaching the museum, the bun covered his ears as something popped. Attempting to turn around, the vampa groaned. Sorry, he just remembered, he got to head for Sumazo Forest and look for Deigr! Feet about ready to grow cold, he pushed himself forward. No, come on now, he's already here, it's fine, surely his eardrums won't melt out of him. Strutting towards the receptionist, he reached for his wallet.

"Welcome, welcome, Unhappy Bunny, right?" the receptionist bunny asked. "Feel free to watch the reenactment free of charge!"

Accursed name tossed his way, the bun almost barked. Can't this receptionist see the red x mark here?! He's not Unhappy Bunny, can't she take a hint? But, he threw such boiling water away. It's fine, take a deep breath, future Farmer Bunny, it's time to watch the reenactment. Guided towards an outdoor field, the bun seated himself in a wooden chair in the corner.

Floating holographic creatures remaining frozen in place a bunch of elderly buns had their fists out and about. Large blue ratty uniforms looking like they've seen better days, the bun's jaws dropped. That's what they wore back in the day? Talk about tacky. No, no, come on, show some respect to his elders here! This is a war he's looking at here, not a fashion show!

"Aye, what's alla this nonsense 'bout these names you gave us, hmm? This means war!" actor number one, cried.

"And, ya divine think you can keep alla the Sapphire for yerselves, do ya?!" actor number two cried. "Face us with all ya got! We win, ya treat us with a redo!"

Blah, blah, blah.

"Oh, oh?! Ya think just cause we be a buncha mortals, we ain't got what it takes?! Send your best fighters, then, we'll take 'em on!" actor three shouted.

Do do do dooooooooooo, charge!

Buns one after another slamming down the magazines, the vampa covered his ears. Sacks of flour becoming nothing but dust upon the wind for hours on end, the farmer gazed at the holograms. Why did they look like, at any given moment, they'll manifest as the actual godbuns and laugh at him? No, come on now, he needs to take a moment to focus on what's in front of him here! No more distractions.

Boom, boooom, booom, boooooooooooooooom.

"Ya may have created this world, but we want a piece of yer ore too, ya hear, divine?!" actor number four cried. "Raaa!"

"As the centuries passed, the villagers here in Quarlencia kept on fighting and fighting, until one day, the tides had changed!" an announcer cried.

Actors on the frontlines holding their hands up in victory as the holographic gods bestowed them new names, the vampa blinked. These buns fought for two hundreds years for this. Is he going to have to fight for that long, too? Please, don't let that be the case! He'll do anything! Grow golden apples, give out special gifts, anything! Elderly actors coming towards him, questions had soon come his way.

"Well, there you go, sonny, what did you think?" Hunter and Gatherer Bunny asked.

[A little loud, if I'm being honest. I won't have to fight for the next two hundred years, will I?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Don't fret 'bout that sonny, maybe if you try your best, you might spark something in the gods," Hunter and Gatherer Bunny said. He then yawned. "If you could please excuse us, us old timers here are late for our naps."

Exiting the museum, the vampa headed off towards Susu's buggy. Creature about ready to take off towards the skies, the vampa stared off into space as the speedy travel was about to take place.

Who is the bun he's about to talk to?

He can't help but think it's the least likely bun that'll cross his mind.