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[color=6ecff6]Word Count:[/color][color=fff79a]873[/color]
[color=fff79a]+2 EXP!![/color]
Tostarena Town - Base of the Mountain
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Rusting. Raiden felt as though he were rusting each and every day he sat around doing nothing in the dull little town, no offense to the town, of course, but there wasn't a lot for the swordsman to do. He wasn't much for parties and tourist traps. Each day was spent, staring at a window which had been dyed due to the town's colorful origins, endlessly waiting for a call to action. Part of him had wished he had stayed in the place he was "resurrected", more excitement might have lived in those areas, yet the man sat by idle. 

It had been a few hours since Raiden entered the building he was currently residing in, and he finally decided it was time to leave. Before standing up he'd sigh in desperation for any escape from this dull, new life he had entered. Approaching the front door, he would look back at the [url=https://www.mariowiki.com/Tostarenan]small colorful skeleton[/url], who would gleefully wave at him. Raiden would nod, after speaking a quick, [color=6ecff6]"Thanks for the hospitality."[/color] His hands would swiftly reach to grab a black and gold set of clothing, which included a sombrero and poncho. This was Raiden's master [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhCPG0qqRW8]"disguise"[/url] in the blistering desert, although it seemed his outfit was rendered useless considering no one in the town seemed to recognize him. At this point, it was just the norm for Raiden.

As he left the building, a burst of searing wind would stream across his face, making him thankful for air conditioning. God, he could have already felt his body creaking against the shift from cold to hot. After taking in the overall traditional Mexican setting for the thousandth time, he'd tilt his hat and strut, looking for something-anything to do. Sometimes he'd find a stray hostile, but that was rarely the case. Maybe he could today. Once he arrived at one of the taller buildings in the area, his feet would begin to generate lightning. Now able to defy physics, he'd full sprint at the tower, clinging to the wall after his first step on to it. He would be able to quickly ascend the wall with this maneuver, although he slowly felt himself becoming less and less able to do so. It would only be a matter of time before Mr. Lightning Bolt would become... Well, something that wouldn't have any similarities to a lightning bolt.

Why the hell was he still here? He was there. He was there the day that group of... individuals arrived by train. They were unlike any people Raiden had seen in his 30 odd years of life. They came in many shapes and sizes, in a wide range of age and mythological faction. Raiden was surprised there was so much diversity in this realm. None of them saw him, none of them would have been able to. Raiden always kept his distance, and with his masterful disguise, how would anyone be able to suspect anything from him? The man chuckled in hindsight of his genius. Raiden had felt uninclined to interact with the townsfolk, sure they were lively and [i]probably[/i] had one or too many stories to tell about their fascinating lives, but to Raiden, it all still felt fake. He had also considered talking to the travelers that had passed a few hours ago, however it felt best to let them deal with their events. They seemed on a mission, something that Raiden envied.

Raiden had become somewhat familiar with the layout of the land, minus the blooming mountain, where a portion of the group had split off to climb. He would huff, now irritated with his choice not to stalk them in hindsight. A good day as any for retrospection. It wasn't much. Like it was stated, a little town without much to do. Raiden would love to be a hero again for the inhabitants. How he was disappointed. After taking a seat on the edge of the building, his single eye watching the landscape carefully. There was always scenery, he'd given them that, but as for activities, all that really happened was parties and other social events, which Raiden nearly cringed at the thought of. Raiden had saved the president, destroyed giant sentient robots, and even killed a supposedly immortal man, but for some reason the idea of socializing to drinks and dinner was always... unappetizing.

His mind drifted back to the travelers... not all of them had left up the mountain. In fact, a decent amount stationed themselves in the town last Raiden remembered... Maybe they could be his ticket to some more practical use? Raiden knew he could use an "oil change", there was never any immediate threats in the town, so he'd felt bad if he slaughtered them for personal use. Protect the weak: That's what Snake taught him. It was decided- he would seek out those who had stayed behind to get some insight into how he could move forward. He needed to, his robotic parts begged him. He knew about their plan to meet back up with the other group... maybe Raiden could join their posse somehow.

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