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Wes' face was flat against his desk. The only sound to be heard from the young man was a barely audible groan of dissent. Seemed today was full of surprises! ...Though they weren't very nice ones. At least for Wes. Having his much more superior father teaching his class for the rest of the year? How about no. One could practically feel his depressed state. Which said something - usually Wes could face everything with that stupid smile on his face!
Abaddon Vystrel
Zion, Wild Western Morallea
"You've got a lot of nerve, showing your face back 'round here."
The smell of smoke and gunpowder in the saloon was almost overpowering, but Abaddon wouldn't have had it any other way. To be completely honest, he had been expecting a greeting like that for a while now. Some time early on. Maybe at the border. Definitely not, for example, after he'd gotten into the heart of Avanim. Though, now that he thought about it, backing off and shooting dirty glares or ignoring him completely were valid means of exiling one from society. But he could be forgiven for expecting a violent welcome, what with Avanim being Morallea's most violent land. Thankfully he wasn't completely disappointed, as the resident bartender decided to be the one to make his day.
Abaddon stood silently, saying nothing in response. The saloon door flipping open and closed was the only sound in the tense silence. Everyone was staring at the newcomer's confrontation with the man in charge of the establishment. Hell, he even caught sight of some reaching for their arms. Was the situation at hand really going to escalate that badly? Unfortunately, he was sure that even moving his hands anywhere near his hips would be a provocative act in and of itself.He just had to keep faith that nobody would do anything particularly stupid. Maybe he would have preferred to not end up in a confrontation like this.
"Well? Say something you low-life rat! State your goddamn business or get the fuck out!"
"...Lookin' for the Old Man. ...or whoever took over. Got a message to give. Gold seal. From Magiya."
"Tch. Up on the mountain. Like usual."
Abaddon nodded in affirmation before turning to leave. It seemed that that had ended quite peacefully. Not even one person got shot at, threatened, or otherwise traumatized! And it didn't seem that the information was a lie. If there was anything he was confident of, it was that nobody had the skills to dethrone the Old Man of the Mountain. Well, at least seven years ago that was true. Maybe age got to him and the leadership role was given to a successor who decided to continue the tradition of hanging out on a mountain for some indiscernible reason. "Much obliged for the info, barkeep. And for not shootin' me too," Abaddon said before exiting the saloon. If he had had a hat, he probably would have tipped it too as a show of good faith.
"...Yeah, yeah. Like an old man like me could do anythin'... Go off and die somewhere will ya... Fuckin' stray..."
The crunch of Abaddon’s boots on hard ground was met by a greeting from a hearty-sounding voice.
"Heh! And so the prodigal son returns!"
The Chieftain of Avanim was a title bestowed only unto the strongest gunfighter in the West. If a leader isn’t of sound mind or body, they cannot lead their armies or protect their people. Thus, as long as you had the ability to defeat the current Chieftain, you qualified for the title. And though he didn’t seem it, the giant of a man in front of Abaddon was most definitely the very same person who forced his father to stand down in single combat and assumed leadership of the West. Truly a foe to not be taken lightly.
“Now then, I assume you haven’t disregarded your exile just to stand there and gawk. What is it?”
In response, Abaddon held out the letter addressed to the leader before him. A gold seal from Magiya, as previously stated. The courier tossed the envelope to his Chief and waited as he read, taking in the sight of the Avanite landscape.
“I can see why you enjoy hangin' up 'round here,” Abaddon remarked, leaning against a large stone outcropping, It was seven years since he’d last seen walked these roads. There was a sense of nostalgia during the time he spent journeying back to this land from Drakovia. He might as well be enjoying the view; who knew when he‘d be able to see it again…
“So, those Mages seem to have a problem with some low-life hard-case… Hm? Huh? Boy, are you even paying attention?”
The sound of fingers snapping pulled Abaddon from his reverie.
“…! ...'Course I was.”
The Chief looked at him for a bit, seemingly analyzing the 20-year old courier. Abaddon was slightly put off by it, but he made no action against it. After all, what could he really do?
“Yes… I think I know exactly who our representative is going to be…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t stay longer, Ma… But don’t worry. I’ll be back. For sure.”
Abaddon stood outside his home, courier bag hefted over shoulder. He was allowed to visit his family once before heading off to the Golden Tablet. As he turned to leave, he saw a figure peek her head out the door. Waving her over, Abaddon knelt before his sister and forced a smile.
“I… I’m sorry your older brother couldn’t stay any longer… But when I get back… Why don‘t we just have fun? I can show you some cool tricks and you can… show me how you… used… two… guns… at… once… It‘ll be fun! …I‘m sure…”
The dark-haired young man stood and turned his back on his family, travelling not by horse, but by foot. He’d finish this mission no matter what. Not for glory, not for his country, but for the sake of his family.
Zion, Wild Western Morallea
"You've got a lot of nerve, showing your face back 'round here."
The smell of smoke and gunpowder in the saloon was almost overpowering, but Abaddon wouldn't have had it any other way. To be completely honest, he had been expecting a greeting like that for a while now. Some time early on. Maybe at the border. Definitely not, for example, after he'd gotten into the heart of Avanim. Though, now that he thought about it, backing off and shooting dirty glares or ignoring him completely were valid means of exiling one from society. But he could be forgiven for expecting a violent welcome, what with Avanim being Morallea's most violent land. Thankfully he wasn't completely disappointed, as the resident bartender decided to be the one to make his day.
Abaddon stood silently, saying nothing in response. The saloon door flipping open and closed was the only sound in the tense silence. Everyone was staring at the newcomer's confrontation with the man in charge of the establishment. Hell, he even caught sight of some reaching for their arms. Was the situation at hand really going to escalate that badly? Unfortunately, he was sure that even moving his hands anywhere near his hips would be a provocative act in and of itself.He just had to keep faith that nobody would do anything particularly stupid. Maybe he would have preferred to not end up in a confrontation like this.
"Well? Say something you low-life rat! State your goddamn business or get the fuck out!"
"...Lookin' for the Old Man. ...or whoever took over. Got a message to give. Gold seal. From Magiya."
"Tch. Up on the mountain. Like usual."
Abaddon nodded in affirmation before turning to leave. It seemed that that had ended quite peacefully. Not even one person got shot at, threatened, or otherwise traumatized! And it didn't seem that the information was a lie. If there was anything he was confident of, it was that nobody had the skills to dethrone the Old Man of the Mountain. Well, at least seven years ago that was true. Maybe age got to him and the leadership role was given to a successor who decided to continue the tradition of hanging out on a mountain for some indiscernible reason. "Much obliged for the info, barkeep. And for not shootin' me too," Abaddon said before exiting the saloon. If he had had a hat, he probably would have tipped it too as a show of good faith.
"...Yeah, yeah. Like an old man like me could do anythin'... Go off and die somewhere will ya... Fuckin' stray..."
The crunch of Abaddon’s boots on hard ground was met by a greeting from a hearty-sounding voice.
"Heh! And so the prodigal son returns!"
The Chieftain of Avanim was a title bestowed only unto the strongest gunfighter in the West. If a leader isn’t of sound mind or body, they cannot lead their armies or protect their people. Thus, as long as you had the ability to defeat the current Chieftain, you qualified for the title. And though he didn’t seem it, the giant of a man in front of Abaddon was most definitely the very same person who forced his father to stand down in single combat and assumed leadership of the West. Truly a foe to not be taken lightly.
“Now then, I assume you haven’t disregarded your exile just to stand there and gawk. What is it?”
In response, Abaddon held out the letter addressed to the leader before him. A gold seal from Magiya, as previously stated. The courier tossed the envelope to his Chief and waited as he read, taking in the sight of the Avanite landscape.
“I can see why you enjoy hangin' up 'round here,” Abaddon remarked, leaning against a large stone outcropping, It was seven years since he’d last seen walked these roads. There was a sense of nostalgia during the time he spent journeying back to this land from Drakovia. He might as well be enjoying the view; who knew when he‘d be able to see it again…
“So, those Mages seem to have a problem with some low-life hard-case… Hm? Huh? Boy, are you even paying attention?”
The sound of fingers snapping pulled Abaddon from his reverie.
“…! ...'Course I was.”
The Chief looked at him for a bit, seemingly analyzing the 20-year old courier. Abaddon was slightly put off by it, but he made no action against it. After all, what could he really do?
“Yes… I think I know exactly who our representative is going to be…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t stay longer, Ma… But don’t worry. I’ll be back. For sure.”
Abaddon stood outside his home, courier bag hefted over shoulder. He was allowed to visit his family once before heading off to the Golden Tablet. As he turned to leave, he saw a figure peek her head out the door. Waving her over, Abaddon knelt before his sister and forced a smile.
“I… I’m sorry your older brother couldn’t stay any longer… But when I get back… Why don‘t we just have fun? I can show you some cool tricks and you can… show me how you… used… two… guns… at… once… It‘ll be fun! …I‘m sure…”
The dark-haired young man stood and turned his back on his family, travelling not by horse, but by foot. He’d finish this mission no matter what. Not for glory, not for his country, but for the sake of his family.
Levi... Didn't really know what he thought the underground of this post-apocalyptic wasteland would be like, but after experiencing more than 30 seconds in the catacombs that were the metros of New York and the surrounding areas, the young man had to say that he very much did not enjoy the view her was getting. Or rather, the lack thereof. He could barely see a few meters in front of him, even with his PIP-Boy light active! Place gave him the fuckin' creeps. And kid David came here for fun? There was something very wrong with that indeed...
...Urghh... Levi most definitely did not enjoy the part where his PIP-Boy light essentially made the group a giant fucking target down here. Any raider with half a mind would know to fire towards the big-ass glowing light source. Or any odd, mutated creature to just stalk them. Following, waiting until they rested to take bites out of their flesh...
"AHHHH!"
Someone screamed like a bitch. Oh wait, it was himself. He screamed like a bitch. But David just had to sternly talk to Sarah out of the blue... Fucking scared the shit out of him. With leading alongside himself, Levi felt slightly better... If only because if something jumped out, he might not be the only one to cry out in fright. This whole place was making him paranoid, and David's avoidance of the questions did nothing to help him feel better. Levi really just wanted to get home now.
...Urghh... Levi most definitely did not enjoy the part where his PIP-Boy light essentially made the group a giant fucking target down here. Any raider with half a mind would know to fire towards the big-ass glowing light source. Or any odd, mutated creature to just stalk them. Following, waiting until they rested to take bites out of their flesh...
"AHHHH!"
Someone screamed like a bitch. Oh wait, it was himself. He screamed like a bitch. But David just had to sternly talk to Sarah out of the blue... Fucking scared the shit out of him. With leading alongside himself, Levi felt slightly better... If only because if something jumped out, he might not be the only one to cry out in fright. This whole place was making him paranoid, and David's avoidance of the questions did nothing to help him feel better. Levi really just wanted to get home now.
>Something Akane said
>Deep and meaningful
Bernabe pls.
>Deep and meaningful
Bernabe pls.The young brown-haired teen took a step back, Ami still clinging to him for some reason. Likely having to do with the fact that escaping might not end the way she'd, or even he'd, like it. Upon the sound of bullets flying, Hinata's body went into overdrive. He threw his body, and thus Ami, who was cling to him, onto the ground to avoid the stray bullets in their direction. Their new positioning was something like Hinata's forearm wrapped around Ami's shoulder's to protect her head from the ground, and Hinata himself on his side, blocking Romario and the sabertooth's line of sight, and holding his borrowed blade in a defensive position. His head was craned back to watch the battle before an object entered his peripheral vision.
"Th-That was a convenient flying sword!" Hinata remarked incredulously as the blade came into view, sending the beast away from them, whether by dodge or by making contact. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a man in a dark garb began to appear, holding the sword in question. Fortunately though, it seemed that the guy in question that had recently appeared was actually going to assist them! Now the battle was 3 on 2! ...Or, more accurately, 2.25 on 2, as Hinata wasn't much of a contributor, to be completely honest. He was just there, unwieldy borrowed spatha and worthless shinai in hand, being clung to by and using his body as a shield to protect what seemed to be the objective of both parties.
"Th-That was a convenient flying sword!" Hinata remarked incredulously as the blade came into view, sending the beast away from them, whether by dodge or by making contact. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a man in a dark garb began to appear, holding the sword in question. Fortunately though, it seemed that the guy in question that had recently appeared was actually going to assist them! Now the battle was 3 on 2! ...Or, more accurately, 2.25 on 2, as Hinata wasn't much of a contributor, to be completely honest. He was just there, unwieldy borrowed spatha and worthless shinai in hand, being clung to by and using his body as a shield to protect what seemed to be the objective of both parties.
Fortunatey the journey to the classroom was uneventful. Wes merely followed behind his female partner. Wes finally made it into the classroom... And the teacher was nowhere in sight. Looked like he had rushed for no good reason in the end, huh. "Well I'm not gonna be looking a gift horse like this in the mouth~!" Wes declared before romping up to an empty seat and placing his butt down.
Yeah, seems a lot of people I know are getting sick lately. I got a nasty cough-nasal thing going myself.
...I should probably sleep to recover. Yeah.
...I should probably sleep to recover. Yeah.
"Aaa... Aaa..."
The sound of loud panting could be heard as, on the horizon, a familiar young man in his trademark brown coat - despite the fact they were in the middle of a desert in Nevada. Wes was surprisingly fast, all things considered. 'Practice makes perfect' might be the applicable phrase in this situation. All he had to do was ascend the staircase and get in the school to gent his umpteenth tardy for attendance. "Ah, there you are L- AHHH!"
The poor sod fell down the stairs. How unfortunate. After a few moments, he was back up to the top, shoes in hand. Both of them were completely untied. "So, let's get to class!" Wes chirped
The sound of loud panting could be heard as, on the horizon, a familiar young man in his trademark brown coat - despite the fact they were in the middle of a desert in Nevada. Wes was surprisingly fast, all things considered. 'Practice makes perfect' might be the applicable phrase in this situation. All he had to do was ascend the staircase and get in the school to gent his umpteenth tardy for attendance. "Ah, there you are L- AHHH!"
The poor sod fell down the stairs. How unfortunate. After a few moments, he was back up to the top, shoes in hand. Both of them were completely untied. "So, let's get to class!" Wes chirped
Huh? Needed to get your mind off something in particular?
Ren sighed very loudly. "I'll get back to you on that one... Give me a minute..." he answered dejectedly as he removed his cellphone from his pocket and turned the corner of the alley, evidently needing some privacy for this call.
"Ahem."
The sound of a female's voice reverberated from the speakers towards the audience. The first representative, it seemed. Oddly enough, she seemed to be a student herself, or perhaps she just preferred to wear the uniform. Either or. Her brown hair was unusually long and tied with yellow ribbons. Any sufficiently knowledgable ESPer in the crowd would immediately be able to identify the lady.
"Greetings, minor characters from the Island Nation! I am your representative, Ak-"
The sound of somebody's phone ringing forced Akane to pause mid sentence. The young lady seemed to scan the crowd a bit before realizing it was coming from stage. From her skirt pocket, in fact. Evidently not caring she was up on stage, in the middle of a presentation, she decided to answer. "Ohayou! Who might this be?" she began, conversation being broadcast to the audience, "Sorry Owarin, I can't really help you right now! I'm in the middle of a presentation. ... Eh? It's important? ... What do you mean you can tell that the microphone is picking my side of our conversation? ... No need to yell... I'll turn off the mic~"
After the microphone was turned off, Akane seemed to be talking a bit more before turning it back on. Then, putting her phone to her thigh, Akane turned back to the crowd. "I apologize, but I'll need to leave now~"
And then she was gone, microphone taken with her.
....The awkward silence should be setting in any second now...
***
After quite a bit of time talking, evidently involving several profanities and what seemed to be tearful begging for mercy from what Arydun could feasibly be able to pick up from the call, Ren turned the corner once more, this time looking much more irritated than usual. Like he had been pulling metaphorical hair out in frustration, it seemed. He clenched his fist so hard he cracked his knuckles and then said, "She'll be here in a second... Don't worry about size fitting, she can deal with that." He looked around their general vicinity as if confused, "That's odd... That bothersome underclassman of mine usually shows up pretty damn fa-"
"Ohayou~!"
It seemed that out of nowhere and mid-sentence, a brown-haired young lady clad in the Elftheria Academy uniform had managed to sneak up the rooftop and drop down out of nowhere, immediately between Ren and Arydun. Or, y'know, just teleported or something. That too. She was also holding a disconnected microphone, but that was of no consequence... probably.
"Ghack!"
"So Owari~n!" the strange female started as Ren seemed to gasp for air in the background, "You want me to provide one of my uniforms for your pal here?" She looked Arydun over a few times and snapped her fingers, "Well! I don't know what creepy fetishes you're into, senpai, but I can indeed supply you with what you are looking for! I shall return!" And with a curtsy, she was gone as fast as she left.
"As I was saying... I am your representative of the Island Nations, Akane Komaru."
Akane continued, returning and cutting whatever silence there was short.
"It's very likely that the other representatives will make long-winded declarations of friendship, hard work, and victory... But I really must be going now, so I'll cut mine short. Make friends. Work hard. Reduce the other continents into less than minor characters - render them into nothing more than faceless mobs in the background, unnamed by even the author of this world! ...That is all~! Goodbye everyone~"
And with that, she walked off stage, handing the microphone to Bernabe before disappearing again.
***
And she was back! This time with a spare uniform! "Here you go!" she declared cheerfully, handing the thing off to Arydun, unaware of the fact she was standing right on top of Ren.
"...Sigh..."
"Ahem."
The sound of a female's voice reverberated from the speakers towards the audience. The first representative, it seemed. Oddly enough, she seemed to be a student herself, or perhaps she just preferred to wear the uniform. Either or. Her brown hair was unusually long and tied with yellow ribbons. Any sufficiently knowledgable ESPer in the crowd would immediately be able to identify the lady.
"Greetings, minor characters from the Island Nation! I am your representative, Ak-"
The sound of somebody's phone ringing forced Akane to pause mid sentence. The young lady seemed to scan the crowd a bit before realizing it was coming from stage. From her skirt pocket, in fact. Evidently not caring she was up on stage, in the middle of a presentation, she decided to answer. "Ohayou! Who might this be?" she began, conversation being broadcast to the audience, "Sorry Owarin, I can't really help you right now! I'm in the middle of a presentation. ... Eh? It's important? ... What do you mean you can tell that the microphone is picking my side of our conversation? ... No need to yell... I'll turn off the mic~"
After the microphone was turned off, Akane seemed to be talking a bit more before turning it back on. Then, putting her phone to her thigh, Akane turned back to the crowd. "I apologize, but I'll need to leave now~"
And then she was gone, microphone taken with her.
....The awkward silence should be setting in any second now...
After quite a bit of time talking, evidently involving several profanities and what seemed to be tearful begging for mercy from what Arydun could feasibly be able to pick up from the call, Ren turned the corner once more, this time looking much more irritated than usual. Like he had been pulling metaphorical hair out in frustration, it seemed. He clenched his fist so hard he cracked his knuckles and then said, "She'll be here in a second... Don't worry about size fitting, she can deal with that." He looked around their general vicinity as if confused, "That's odd... That bothersome underclassman of mine usually shows up pretty damn fa-"
"Ohayou~!"
It seemed that out of nowhere and mid-sentence, a brown-haired young lady clad in the Elftheria Academy uniform had managed to sneak up the rooftop and drop down out of nowhere, immediately between Ren and Arydun. Or, y'know, just teleported or something. That too. She was also holding a disconnected microphone, but that was of no consequence... probably.
"Ghack!"
"So Owari~n!" the strange female started as Ren seemed to gasp for air in the background, "You want me to provide one of my uniforms for your pal here?" She looked Arydun over a few times and snapped her fingers, "Well! I don't know what creepy fetishes you're into, senpai, but I can indeed supply you with what you are looking for! I shall return!" And with a curtsy, she was gone as fast as she left.
"As I was saying... I am your representative of the Island Nations, Akane Komaru."
Akane continued, returning and cutting whatever silence there was short.
"It's very likely that the other representatives will make long-winded declarations of friendship, hard work, and victory... But I really must be going now, so I'll cut mine short. Make friends. Work hard. Reduce the other continents into less than minor characters - render them into nothing more than faceless mobs in the background, unnamed by even the author of this world! ...That is all~! Goodbye everyone~"
And with that, she walked off stage, handing the microphone to Bernabe before disappearing again.
And she was back! This time with a spare uniform! "Here you go!" she declared cheerfully, handing the thing off to Arydun, unaware of the fact she was standing right on top of Ren.
"...Sigh..."
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