"So" Izuku stretched again. "What are we supposed to be doing?"
The small ghost hovering next to him sighed
"We're going to find a jumpship and sail through the cosmos to get to the last city. But first, we have to fight our way through fallen, a species foreign to this planet who have infested it and plan to-"
"Shut up! I wanted a summary, not a detailed essay!"
The ghost blinked impassively
"Okay. There's something I need to know though. If we have to engage in combat, we should at least see what class you are. Shove down your sleeve and let's see what mark you have."
Izuku pulled down his sleeve, and his breathing tightened. On his wrist were four triangles pointing at each other. But that wasn't that weird. What was weird was that the mark on his arm was ducking storming. Literally. Lighting arced off of one triangle and shot into another. A grey mist floated on his arm.
The ghost nodded "Ah, you have the mark of the brawler. You must be a titan."
"You know, I'm less interested in what "class" I am and I'm more interested in WHY MY ARM IS FUCKING GLOWING"
"Not to worry guardian, it just means that you are imbued with the storm."
Izuku blinked.
"Don't worry about it."
They continued to walk in silence till they reached a large metal door, rust practically engulfing it, and its hinges violently torn off.
"Well guardian, after you."
Izuku stepped over the door and and turned to find a flight of stairs, equally as battered and worn. Ascending up the flight, he continued till he found a- wait what was it? He knew it started with a b.
Bingo? No, that didn't seem right. Maybe bush?
Not that either. Boiler! It was a boiler room.
Walking along the railway, Izuku dodged pipes, metal bits scattered everywhere, and nails, till he made it to the end.
A large hole was in the wall. The fuck?
It was gaping, and he walked closer to get a better look when…
"Come on guardian."
Surprised by the ghost's voice, Izuku jumped forward into a pipe and fell on his butt.
"Don't do that shit man!"
Izuku rubbed his ass. Pushing himself off the floor, they continued to walk through the factory, when finally they stopped.
The lights were pitch black, and Izuku couldn't see a damn thing. He stumbled in the darkness, till he could hear his ghost's voice.
"I'm trying to get the lights on now, but these military systems are a bit hard to crack… If I do this…and…"
The lights switched on, and Izuku could see again. Unluckily for him though, he didn't like what he saw.
Four armed beasts scattered away from the light, and for just a split second, he made eye contact.
That's when he knew, he fucked up.
A/N: Thanks for the positive feedback! It really makes me wanna work harder. I know these chapters are kinda short, but as the story progresses, they'll get longer.
Anyways, Mudcrab out!