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As Fiore walked down the street, following the guard to who knows where, his mind began to wander.
He could easily kill us with his other friends around... Fiore thought as he followed the guard through the busy and crowded streets. I suppose I could be walking into a death trap... but we are in need of money...
We? Fiore's other consciousness asked. I'm sorry, I thought you were the one who gave that wench 2 iL? You're the one who bought that horse, the extra rations, and the extra canteen of water, I can let you slide on buying Odysseus because he's actually pleasant, but every single purchase you have made has been nothing but useless, and you've been spending money like no tomorrow, giving that 2 iL to that wench, are you absolutely stupid? Wait, that's a trick question, yes! Yes you are! Fiore stayed silent, trying his absolute best to concentrate and try to assess the situation he found himself in, but with his consciousness' noisy rambling, he simply gave up on trying to assess the situation.
You know, I could do without your noisy rambling, Fiore thought in his head, but would soon regret the decision to think such a thing.
Oh, I'm sorry, your highness, If there was ever a point where someone could become more angrier than they already were, this was that point for Fiore's consciousness. I'm not the one who didn't save his village, I'm not the one who killed that poor man, I'm not the one who likes children! But I am soooooo sorry for interrupting you in your train of thought, oh what ever shall I do? I am here because I am the burden that you must carry for the destruction of your village, do not forget that. Fiore simply heaved out a sigh and looked around the busy street.
"Mister, are you rich?" The voice came from a young boy not so far away from Fiore.
Someone's rich? Hey, idiot, kill the rich guy, steal his money, than run off, that'll be some easy coin, Fiore's consciousness said without any hesitation, the sound of drooling could be faintly heard. Fiore then saw a man standing up, leading a warhorse by the reins, staring down at a small boy. Fiore's eyes widened at the glimpse of him. ... Hey... is that who...
... Yeah... Fiore then looked forward, entering the barracks as soon as they got there, with the faintest hint of a smile on Fiore's face.
It had been a full twenty minutes now ever since Fiore entered the barracks, and both the guards and Fiore were quiet, with Fiore looking around the guards barracks, not in awe, but in disbelief.
"... Small is the word that comes to mind..." Fiore said as he sat down at a chair. "Yes... small..." The guard's barracks was somewhat small, smaller than a normal one, and Fiore could not see where the beds were as the guards usually slept in the barracks, but, fortunately, there were very few guards in the barracks.
He could easily kill us with his other friends around... Fiore thought as he followed the guard through the busy and crowded streets. I suppose I could be walking into a death trap... but we are in need of money...
We? Fiore's other consciousness asked. I'm sorry, I thought you were the one who gave that wench 2 iL? You're the one who bought that horse, the extra rations, and the extra canteen of water, I can let you slide on buying Odysseus because he's actually pleasant, but every single purchase you have made has been nothing but useless, and you've been spending money like no tomorrow, giving that 2 iL to that wench, are you absolutely stupid? Wait, that's a trick question, yes! Yes you are! Fiore stayed silent, trying his absolute best to concentrate and try to assess the situation he found himself in, but with his consciousness' noisy rambling, he simply gave up on trying to assess the situation.
You know, I could do without your noisy rambling, Fiore thought in his head, but would soon regret the decision to think such a thing.
Oh, I'm sorry, your highness, If there was ever a point where someone could become more angrier than they already were, this was that point for Fiore's consciousness. I'm not the one who didn't save his village, I'm not the one who killed that poor man, I'm not the one who likes children! But I am soooooo sorry for interrupting you in your train of thought, oh what ever shall I do? I am here because I am the burden that you must carry for the destruction of your village, do not forget that. Fiore simply heaved out a sigh and looked around the busy street.
"Mister, are you rich?" The voice came from a young boy not so far away from Fiore.
Someone's rich? Hey, idiot, kill the rich guy, steal his money, than run off, that'll be some easy coin, Fiore's consciousness said without any hesitation, the sound of drooling could be faintly heard. Fiore then saw a man standing up, leading a warhorse by the reins, staring down at a small boy. Fiore's eyes widened at the glimpse of him. ... Hey... is that who...
... Yeah... Fiore then looked forward, entering the barracks as soon as they got there, with the faintest hint of a smile on Fiore's face.
It had been a full twenty minutes now ever since Fiore entered the barracks, and both the guards and Fiore were quiet, with Fiore looking around the guards barracks, not in awe, but in disbelief.
"... Small is the word that comes to mind..." Fiore said as he sat down at a chair. "Yes... small..." The guard's barracks was somewhat small, smaller than a normal one, and Fiore could not see where the beds were as the guards usually slept in the barracks, but, fortunately, there were very few guards in the barracks.
Renose said
Can't post right now at my volunteer job, using phone
Have fun buddy, and good luck.
Yesterday was such a pain at mine, my back aches from slouching down and walking back and forth.
Edit: I tried my best to post, trying to make due with what I have, which was just Fiore walking towards the guard barracks.
RIP Masaru's hopes and dreams of making friends because of his backpack.
Keia Vewyx said
Speaking of Odysseus, is he just a riding horse or another Light Warhorse like Magnhildr-Vera-Aslaug-Tora?
A riding horse that was bred for endurance, Odysseus wasn't really meant to be ridden into battle. Normally, if a fight or a small skirmish would occur, Fiore would first bring Odysseus to a safe area out of view, get off of him, tell him to stay, and then go to the small skirmish on foot.
Keia Vewyx said
Aslaug, Tora, Magnhildr, Vera... They are all female names, yes.Is the horse female? That's a good question that shall remain unanswered.Edit:Shoot, I just remembered that Lyrisa's purpose for going in the tavern was food. I'm sorry for ditching you, Pyromania99; I just woke up and completely forgot about that part.
Odysseus is going to be EXTREMELY happy
or EXTREMELY disappointed.
Pyromania99 said
MAGHILDR!!!! Well, it's no Battle Cat, but it works.
You are missing an N in there, the name loses its touch without the N.
Edit: ... Leifr's horse is a girl, isn't it? Magnhildr is a girl's name, I just found out.
I was suspicious at the start with Vera.
This horse, I swear.
Vera is a good name, I approve of it!
Vera is a good name, I approve of it!
Pyromania99 said
I got this way of passing out when I got one more sentence left.
It happens to all of us, it's kay.
Masaru, head down, felt defeated. He didn't want to be at this school. He didn't know anyone, there was already a drug dealer (candy dealer), and the people here "are mean" according to him after that person just completely indirectly insulted him with the one phrase, "nice backpack."
"What were you thinking, mother? Father?" Masaru asked to no one in particular as he walked down the hallway. "That I would be happy that I made friends in this cesspool of a school? I'm not a child anymore, I don't need friends to function..." Masaru then looked outside the window, trying to find something that would calm him down. "But... I suppose I can't tell you that when we're hundred of miles apart..." Masaru then stopped, staring out the window for a few minutes until finally resuming his walk around the academy.
"Thank you..." Masaru said as the nice middle aged lady guided him towards the principal's office.
"It's no problem!" The nice lady said as she left the room.
It is to me... dear god, can I do anything more wrong today? Masaru thought. Masaru then looked around the principal's office and noticed someone slumped in his chair. ... Oh dear god I've done it again. Masaru knelt down beside him, putting his hands on his shoulders, trying to shake him, trying to see if he was still alive. The sight of my backpack must have sent ripples of laughter through him, causing him to faint or die while I was turned around!
"WAKE UP," Masaru yelled out. "WAKE UP AGAIN," Masaru screamed at the top of his lungs, resembling a screech. "NOT GOING TO LET MY BACKPACK KILL YOU, WAKE UP." At this point, Masaru raised his hand in the air, ready to smack him to wake him up.
"What were you thinking, mother? Father?" Masaru asked to no one in particular as he walked down the hallway. "That I would be happy that I made friends in this cesspool of a school? I'm not a child anymore, I don't need friends to function..." Masaru then looked outside the window, trying to find something that would calm him down. "But... I suppose I can't tell you that when we're hundred of miles apart..." Masaru then stopped, staring out the window for a few minutes until finally resuming his walk around the academy.
"Thank you..." Masaru said as the nice middle aged lady guided him towards the principal's office.
"It's no problem!" The nice lady said as she left the room.
It is to me... dear god, can I do anything more wrong today? Masaru thought. Masaru then looked around the principal's office and noticed someone slumped in his chair. ... Oh dear god I've done it again. Masaru knelt down beside him, putting his hands on his shoulders, trying to shake him, trying to see if he was still alive. The sight of my backpack must have sent ripples of laughter through him, causing him to faint or die while I was turned around!
"WAKE UP," Masaru yelled out. "WAKE UP AGAIN," Masaru screamed at the top of his lungs, resembling a screech. "NOT GOING TO LET MY BACKPACK KILL YOU, WAKE UP." At this point, Masaru raised his hand in the air, ready to smack him to wake him up.
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