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After Yuri and Estelle woke up, Yuri started to teach Estelle how to make a SAMMIGE! Sorry, sandwich. Which is what we ate for breakfast. I don't know what Estelle did but... This is a messed up sandwich. The lettuce tastes like burnt star fruit and the tomatoes taste like stale french fries. At least the bread is okay...
I promptly threw away the sandwich into the bushes when nobody was looking. Yuri mistook the noise for a monster and advised use to pack up, which we did. There wasn't much to pack up though. Yuri and Estelle were packing up what was used for cooking, and I was putting out what was left of the fire.
We then set off through the forest once more. Estelle was talking about cooking with Yuri, while I was looking at my friend, , who I had taken with me. Just when I could see the exit I realized something. FUCK! Yes, Yeager pounded it in my head not to swear but...
Repede started to growl, Yuri soon noticed the growling and looked where Repede was looking. FUCK!
"P-prepare to die eggbear!" FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
"Whoa!" Damn it all. The little 'it' known as Karol is here, spinning in circles with his ridiculously huge weapon.
Yuri took out his sword and with his amazing timing, managed to cut Karol's sword in half, sending the kid flying toward Repede.
I ignored the conversation from there on until a very loud, "I'm Karol Capel!"
"Nice to meet you. Now fuck off," I said as I walked away from the group. I don't feel bad about swearing this time.
"Mitte! That's not nice!" Estelle exclaimed as I walked off.
"I might have to agree with her there," Yuri said to me. I just waved and walked to the end of the forest to wait for them.
I hate Karol. I hate Karol. I hate him more than needles. Yes, many people may defend him but... The place where Karol is supposed to "prove himself", you're supposed to run away in that fight.
Yuri, Estelle, Repede, and the little kid walked to where I was. Before Estelle could scold me anymore, I made a gesture to head off and I started walking. Ugh- Wait. The aer that Estelle messed up at the blastia, it's going to-. Right, Duke fixes it.
Having Friends Makes the Journey Fun
Karol: Having friends to talk to really makes traveling a lot more fun! When I'm by myself, I get scare- uh, I mean bored!
Yuri; Yeah, mm-hmm. Hey, Karol, there's a monster behind you.
Mitte: It's really big, and has huge pointy teeth and sharp claws.
Karol: What?!
Yuri: Oh, my mistake. I must be seeing things.
Mitte: *goes behind Karol*
Karol: D-don't do that!
Mitte: RAWR!
Karol: AH! HELP! IT'S ATTACKING ME! *Swings sword blindly*
Mitte: Wow Karol. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you weren't acting.
Karol: Y-yeah. The Actor's Guild, Showtime, once wanted to recruit me once
because of how good I was!
Mitte: ... (I definitely believe that.)
Estelle: I think our trip just got more lively!
Repede: Woof!
In a few hours, we soon arrived at Halure. I though that everything I heard about Halure was an exaggeration. But it isn't. Even with the tree decaying, it was magnificent. The tree was the size of any skyscraper you could find in large cities. I've seen the D.C. cherry blossoms before, and they were beautiful, but they have nothing on this tree. Not to mention all the cherry blossoms scatter all throughout the town made a lovely scene.
Unfortunately, I never got a chance to come to Halure except for one time seven years ago. Which was a little... brief as we had to leave almost the second we got there. And the tree wasn't this size back then.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to go buy some supplies. If you don't see me at market, I'll be at tree," I said as I walked away from the party. I swear I heard Karol let loose a sigh of relief. You think I'm bad? Just wait for a Rita and Yuri team up. That will be fun to watch. I guess I'll try my best to not mess up his mind's well being. Until... Ugh... Late game story fight...
Mitte
Karol: So, how long have you guys know each other
Yuri: I met Estelle two days ago and we just met Mitte yesterday.
Karol: Really? You all seem to get along as if you've known each other for years.
Estelle: Is that true?
Karol: Yeah! Of course it is! Though... how exactly did you meet each other?
Yuri: I rather not go into detail on how me and Estelle met, but we met Mitte at Deidon Hold when monsters started attacking the hold.
Estelle: Yes, she was protecting the citizens and even saved my life.
Karol: Really? I find it kind of hard to imagine her doing that.
Estelle: You two just got off on the wrong foot! I'm sure you two could become
great friends!
Yuri: That might be stretching it too far. I don't know if you noticed, but every time she swore before, she got a scared look on her face, but she
looked fine when she said it to Karol.
Estelle: That's true, but that's nowhere near enough to convince me that she can't be good friends with Karol!
Yuri: If you say so.
Estelle: I'm sure you just need to apologize for getting off on the wrong foot!
Karol: You think that would work? Then I might just try it!
Yuri: If she doesn't kill you first that is.
Estelle: Did you say something Yuri?
Yuri: Nope.
*girl runs by*
Karol: H-hey!
I walked from the entrance of the town to a large hole that was formed when roots created it. I entered the hole from a entrance that was decorated with shop advertisements. It's rather amazing how this town makes such good use of the tree. They use every nook and cranny. This market place is nothing to sneeze at either.
Laid out before was a marketplace as busy as could be expected for a town this size and more. Children were running around with their parents calling to them to stay close. The smell of different food drifted from food stands as merchants call out their wares, all the while sunlight was streaming through from openings in the top of the roots. This place is much bigger than I remember. I really can't blame Estelle for wanting to live here when their journey was over. Frankly, this was a place even I might consider living in, and I really don't like the monotonous life.
I walked down to a merchant with the Fortune's Market emblem, avoiding a boy with a very sharp stick that I assumed to be a makeshift sword. I guess they really are going to fight. I observed the wares that were laid out on a blanket in front of a tent.
"Hello, miss! Anything in particular you're looking for?" A smiling young girl in merchant's clothes who must have been 8 at the most stared up at me from her spot on the blanket.
"I'm looking for supplies that can sustain a journey to Aspio and little more," I said while sweat dropping in my head as the girl in front of me went into hyperactivity mode and collected supplies together.
"Would this work?" The girl handed out the bag of supplies to me. I peaked inside to see enough supplies to sustain five people to Nor Harbor at the very least. This is a bit much... Oh well. Always good to have extra.
"How much is it?" I asked as I reached into the pocket of my coat and took a pin from inside it.
"20,000 gald!" The girl replied with what I'm beginning to think was a sadistic smile. 20,000 is a lot... Even for what I got, the price she's asking for is double what she gave me at the very most.
Keeping a neutral look, I held out the pin I had taken from my coat. "And with this?"
The girl looked confused by what I was doing. "Do you have adult with you?"
"Yeah, my grandmother," she replied.
"May I talk to her?" I said while calming myself.
"She's a little sick," the girl replied sadly.
"Well, show this pin to her, and please return it afterwards, or I'll have to hunt you down," I said smiling as I dropped the pin into the girls outstretched hand. The girl crawled into the tent behind her. I swear, if she looses that pin, I will hunt her down and kill her.
That pin is proof of my membership to Ruin's Gate. About two and a half years ago, I had joined Ruins Gate under this persona. Eventually, a year afterwards, I was promoted to lead researcher of Terra blastia. Unfortunately, I don't like a monotonous life, so I always end up passing my role to a subordinate of mine. They freaked out at first when I left, but they got used to it after a few months. How all this happened is story for another time. The pin is what could be called a discount coupon. Ruin's Gate has a deal with Fortune's Market so we get items from them at a cheaper price.
The girl crawled back out, followed by who I assume was her grandmother. The girl held out my pin and bowed to me. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know, I swear I didn't! I needed the money to pay for grandmother's medicine! Please forgive me!" The girl started bowing repeatedly, while apologizing twice as much. I'm confused...
"Please forgive my granddaughter," The older woman next to her said. I'm still confused.
"We'll give it to you for 7,000 gald! Please don't tell madam Kaufman!" The young girl said while starting to cry. They're really starting to attract attention. We were getting stares from onlooker, and not all of them were happy. The grandmother looks wounded. Probably from the monster attack.
I took out some gald from my bag at my waist and handed it to them. "Be more truthful next time would you? Also, there's girl who's healing people wounded in monster attack near the inn. Her treatment is free and effective," I walked away from them, but not before hearing, "Eh? 35,000!" Hehe. People pay triple that for a simple murder. Gah! That's not something to laugh over! Don't be Zagi! You can be a psychopath, but don't be Zagi! Did I just... Never mind.
I can't help but wonder... If they feel so bad about ripping me off, why were they apologizing so much? Oh well, I guess I'll never know.
Where to now? The tree I suppose. What are we supposed to do now? Let's see... We cure the tree, go to Aspio, go to those ruins, go back to Halure, then to Nor Harbor, break into a house, go to Torim, then it's to that abandoned ruin town thing, and there we get arrested. Well, I'll need to avoid that, even though I would love to hear of every crime Yuri ever committed. Oh god... Every crime Yuri Lowell ever committed, not just Yuri.
I finally noticed my body had taken me to the tree as a dead flower blew on my face. It looks disgusting...
"That's just great," I mumbled as I took the dead flora off my face.
"Mitte, we're leaving!" I heard Yuri yell at me from the bottom of the hill you need to climb to get to the tree.
I walked back down the hill, stepping on some dead flowers along to way, to see Estelle giving a pep talk to Karol. Is this about his girlfriend or something? I'm pretty sure we don't see Nan until the place we get arrested at. Thank goodness for it too. She seemed annoying in Tales of Vesperia...
"M-Mitte..." I looked down to see Karol standing in front of me. Uh oh... This could either end very good for us both or very bad for Karol.
"I-I wanted to apologize... I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot or something... So... C-can you please forgive me?" Karol stuttered out. That's really sweet, and a lot nicer than I would have expected in an apology from him. If you call this an apology, I call it a "please don't beat me up" request. I wonder why he would even say-, never mind.
"...How much did Estellise force you to say this...?" I asked while staring at Estelle, who was hiding... behind a bush. Alright, Estelle completely forced him to do this.
"... A lot..." Karol murmured. Yeah, I figured.
"I'll 'forgive' you in my own time, if you want to say forgive since there's nothing to forgive. Just prove your strength, because let's be honest. Someone who comes out of bush screaming 'Prepare to die Eggbear!' who can't control his own sword doesn't look that respectable," I said as I walked past him to Yuri, who was looking at our conversation with amusement.
"My guess is that you found some way to heal tree and you're getting things you need for it, right?" I asked Yuri and he nodded in reply.
"What gave it away?"
"There's no way Estellise wouldn't try to heal tree," I replied. I already have all the ingredients for this, but I think that they need the experience from the eggbear fight if they want to stand against Leviathan's Claw, the Blood Alliance, Caroline, Alexei, and so many more, no matter how little they'll learn from the fight.
"Yeah, I guess so. We need an eggbear claw, nia fruit, and a luluria petal. Do you have any?" Yuri asked me as he looked at Estelle and Karol, who were talking about god know what with Repede next to them.
"I don't have any of them, terribly sorry," I lied. Don't touch your face, don't touch your face, don't touch your face, it shows that you're lying!
"That's too bad. We need to head back to the Quoi Woods to get the nia fruit and eggbear claw. Can you get the luluria petal? The mayor should have one," Yuri asked.
"You don't want me to go with you? You hurt me terribly Yuri," I said with obvious sarcasm.
"I think the kid might need some time away from you. However, I'm surprised that he's trying to make you like him all of a sudden," Yuri said in what sounded like a question. Oh wait, does Karol... I hope not.
"He might have recognized me, shoot," I muttered to myself. That's the downside to my position in Ruin's Gate.
"Did you say something?" Yuri asked.
With a dismissive wave I said, "Don't worry about it. I'll be at inn since you'll be gone for day or so. I'll just get petal now so I can avoid 'stay with us, please' party Estellise might give me."
Yuri chuckled a little and nodded. He walked to the rest of the group and I walked to the mayor's residence, which wasn't far from where we were.
"I finally got away, my god old people can rant!"
I flopped down on the bed of the inn room I was given with a sigh. I got a lururia
petal but... That mayor really likes to talk. I think I spent an hour there!
I hadn't gotten an expensive room as there was no need for it, it looked like the one from the game, although it only had one bed and it had a desk in it with two chairs. There was also a basin of warm water on a smaller table next to the door. Ironically though, there was a painting of the woods hanging above the bed, and the woods looked a lot like the one surrounding the Manor of the Wicked.
What do I do now? It's likely the party won't be back for one, maybe two, days at the most. What do I have to do? Right! I have that essay paper I need to write on my research for next year! Next year is in two months so I might as well do it. Though... What do I write about? Rather, what shall I write a whole bunch of random stuff on that somewhat relates to it? What's something I've not written about? Ugh... Shoot.
What have I written about? How terra blastia effect the body and mind, the idea of how they could be sentient, that was one of my darker papers, how they have the ability to kill a person they don't like and how they could become a killing machine, one of my darker papers as well, so what do I do? What they might do after the person they bonded with dies? That is also depressing but... I can't think of anything else. I think I'll save it for next time though. For now I think I'll just sleep. I just realized, almost everything I write is depressing.
I got into a more comfortable position while lying my head on the pillow. I was on the brink of sleep until I heard someone.
"You are sure she's asleep, right?" Someone mumble outside the door. Oh no. To arms to arms, the regulars are out.
"Who would be awake at three am? Even if she was, we have the element of surprise," You know, that sounded like that female in the group of red eyes from the capital. Also, they're being rather loud. Or maybe it's the help from the terra blastia. That's probably it. Wait, it's three am? It's light outside- oh wait, it isn't. Whoops...
"I guess you're right. You have the chloroform, right?" Oh no, not chloroform, please. Let's say I have a rather violent reaction to it. Also, chloroform is stupid to use anyway. It would take five minutes to make me pass out. Five minutes is a lot of time.
"Of course. You head in first to serve as a distraction if she really is awake. Have her back up to the door and I can get her easily," She continued to talk as I pulled my guns out like I should have long before. I silently released the fire magazines and placed in a paralysis one for my right hand gun, while real bullets went to the left. Paralysis powder from monsters is very useful.
"In the count of three," I got up and walked silently beside the door. "Two," I removed the safeties which made a little noise but not enough for the people outside to notice. "One!" The door slammed open and one of the Red Eyes was met with a gun at his head.
"Refrain from discussing plans at scene. Even if I was asleep, you would have woken me up," I said as I pulled the trigger at his arm. He stumbled over before collapsing. His comrade ran in and when she saw me. She tried to put one of her blades to my neck but I caught it with my hand and placed my other gun to her head, smiling all the while. Thank god for the gloves I'm wearing.
"Now then, you have three options, because unlike what your friend got, this gun has real bullets. You can run away and leave your friend here, but who knows what I'll do to him. You could fight back, but that could lead to both of your deaths. Or, we could sit down, have civilized conversation and I'll release you pain free afterwards, of course you might have to drag your comrade here," I said as I took out handcuffs from my bag. I may or not be banking on these two having a relationship more than partners, which is very dangerous to have in a guild like this.
"...I choose option three you arse..." she muttered, sounding disgusted at having to say anything to me.
"I hoped you would. Also, avoid using profanity would you. Now could you please move sharp pointy object from my hand and help your friend into chair?" I asked. The woman nodded slightly and grabbed the man from the ground and dragged him to one of the chairs that were beside a desk in the room. I kept my gun trained on her and shut the door. Everyone was probably asleep so they didn't hear my gun go off. Hopefully anyway.
"Now what?" The woman spat as she stood tall. This is funny because I'm a good few inches taller than her, and I consider myself short.
"Sit down in other chair, would you?" I said as I walked to her. She looked like she was going to argue, a lot. I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the other chair. I heard her hiss a little when I pushed her into a chair. I grabbed her other arm and placed them together in handcuffs. I took three more from my bag and made sure she didn't see what I was doing.
Everyone expects one handcuff, but two can be confusing. I took another handcuff and clipped it to her right hand and the chair itself. I did the same to the man in the other chair, while watching the other woman. She was blankly staring into space and not watching what I was doing. Interesting, so she would be the planner.
I sat on the bed where my fire magazines lay and placed them in my coat's pocket. The woman was looking at me with a disgusted look. It looks like she has her plan to escape already.
"Hello and welcome! My name is Mitte, and you?" I said to her. I was so tempted to add a "my dear" or a "fair maiden" at the end of that.
"Clara," she said curtly.
"Nice to meet you Clara. Enjoy your time in handcuffs. I heard it's rather fun. Now enough beating around the bush. You're here to kill Flynn Scifo, correct? Why attack me?" I asked nicely. Not that asking nicely will help.
"..."
"You can answer, or I can hurt your comrade, your choice."
"If we take you out, there would be less people with him," She mumbled out. They still think Yuri is Flynn? I give up.
"That would work. Except I'm traveling with a wanted criminal, not Flynn Scifo. He would be in Aspio I assume. Unless he's at Nor Harbor. Or I could be lying to you of course. Keep that in mind. Next question, where's your other group member?" I asked while playing with another one of my magazines.
"What?"
"I've run into your guild a few times. You're always in groups of three. Where's your other guild member?" I asked as if I didn't know that he was the real leader. Let's hope he isn't dead.
"He... Was hurt in action," she mumbled out. She really doesn't like answering me.
"Now before we continue, you are free to yell as much profanity as you wish to me. It wouldn't do any good if you're trying your best to bite back swears. Do it quietly please though. It would do no good if we were found in this... situation," I said as the woman in front of me had a brief look of surprise flicker across her face.
"Heh. You might wish you hadn't said that," She then continued with a long stream of swears that would make anyone flinch. Except for me and pretty much everyone I know since I know a lot of messed up people.
"See? Now isn't that better? You don't want to bash my head in as much now. Now for the next question-hm?" I was about to ask a question until I saw Clara flinch. I leaned in so I was close to her face and looked at her eye. I looked at her lens to see that she had probably just scanned me. The red lens that all the guild members wear are like magic lens. They really do have a reason to be used, besides to look creepy.
"What did it say?" I asked as the lens switched to showing Clara's statistics.
"Your physical attack is 9862. Your physical defense is 9542. Your magic attack is 9992. Your magic defense is 9082," She stuttered out. I'm only just as strong as when I last checked Yeager's, which was years ago, so I'm sure it's higher now. His lowest stat is probably 10,500 something, which is believable since the highest stat I've seen was the Don's physical attack stat. 15,500...
"Let's see what your ability are, though I assume you know already. Physical attack is 3982, magic attack is 4251. Physical defense is 2799, magic defense is 3457. You must have to hope that you can avoid hits. You are strong though for someone who hasn't been fighting for long. How old are you? You look sixteen, and I believe that the age to join Leviathan's Claw is sixteen. I also believe you go through two years of training, so why are you so young?" I moved back from her and sat back on the bed.
She frowned for a moment and then asked, "How do you know that?"
"How old are you?" I asked a little more forcefully.
"I'm sixteen," She mumbled out her reply.
"Alright, then. I was right. Let's say this isn't the first time I've talked to someone from your guild before," I said as I made sure I wasn't looking at her back. She was trying to pick herself out of the handcuffs and I'm sure she could too, these handcuffs have a lot of weaknesses if you know what to look for.
"How old is your friend here?" I asked as I pointed to the man who was still out cold. I want to ship them! I'm kidding.
"Why do you care?" Clara mumbled out, sounding a little defensive.
"How old is he?" I asked again.
"He's eighteen, okay? Are you happy with that!" She yelled loudly. Why did she need to yell...
"If you're going to yell, do it quietly please. There's no need to wake up everyone."
Clara huffed and turned her head. She had gotten off the first handcuff and I could see it hanging on her right hand from the corner of my eye. She was trying unlock the next one, and was doing a good job at it. However, she does need a mental code to unlock the second one because there's a blastia on it.
"I bet you don't care about this but did you know that English we're speaking right now was highly affected by Germans? There were so many German immigrants that we started to speak like them, well, by speak like them I mean we adapted our way of speaking to their accent. Though that may not be true here, but you get history lesson," I said as I stared at the ceiling.
"You would think that we would have incorporated some of their words into our language. There is the word dame though. I believe it means lady in German, but in another way of talking, damehood is the female version is knighthood. Although it's probably because German and English came from the same languages." I continued as I heard a slight jingling from Clara's handcuffs. Looks like she couldn't get that one on her first try.
"It's weird though. Why where there so many German immigrants? We never got taught that. Perhaps they were some of thirty-thousand Hessian mercenaries Great Britain hired to aid them in Revolutionary War. But they would be Germanic immigrants, not Germans. History lesson, Germany was never country until 1851, and not even century later, it was in two. East Germany and West Germany. I hope you were listening because there will be a test on this next time we meet. And I'm saying that because I can tell you're taking off the handcuffs," I said smirking as I saw her flinch. She really thought I didn't notice her taking them off.
I stood up and walked past Clara to the man in the chair next to her. Clara stiffened as I knelt next to the man and said, "Let's say you unlock those handcuffs. Then what? You still need to unlock your friend here. You saw my statistics. If you want to attack me, do it with magic. Your best statistic is your magic attack. So then, attack me,"
Clara stared at me, utter hate and disgust in her eyes. She then stood up from her chair, the handcuffs swinging from her right hand. She got into a fighting stance, her hands poised at her sleeves.
"Don't bother with that," I said smiling as I took out her knives from my pockets and twirled them in a slight flourish.
"How did you-" "Sleeve is good hiding place, I'm aware of that. Honestly though, it's becoming overused. I got them from you when I grabbed your arm. Didn't you notice? Don't bother answering, I spent months perfecting that trick," I gave Clara a smile and threw the knives to her. Clara grabbed the knives with ease and a snarl, and went into a fighting stance rather like Zagi's.
"You little-" "Word that rhymes with witch? Why yes, I noticed. Though I call it experience. Get to my age and your bones start getting old so your mind has to do more work. I'm surprised you're attacking though, I'm obviously stronger than you. You've gotten me confused on whether to call you brave or stupid,"
Clara scowled at me and ran forward, brandishing her blades with what someone I know might call beginner's skill. She was skilled, but on a beginner's level, well, as much as you could be a beginner if you've been practicing for two years. She took a swing at my head and I caught it with my hand.
"Be careful where you swing that. You could hit your friend right here. Also, like I said before, use magic on me. It would hurt me more than this little game where I'm catching your knives on my hand. There's no fun in that," I said as I swung Clara back effortlessly and stepped forward, away from the man.
She growled and ran at me again, sending a flurry of slashes at me that I dodged with no problem. Her silver blades turned red as she drew in fire aer to preform an arte. She swung at me, sending a red wave of energy to where I was standing. I took a step to the right and it dissipated as it went past me.
"Just use magic, unless... You can't use magic, can you? That's interesting! I would have thought that a person with such high magic attack would be able to use magic! I guess you aren't alone in this boat though. Would you like to know a secret?" I asked Clara while she swung at me, only to have me dodge. ...I feel really mean right now...
"I couldn't care less about anything you have to say!" Clara hissed out between breaths. That's nice. Too bad, I'm going to continue.
"Your leader, Yeager I believe is his name, his magic attack is higher than his physical attack- by quite a bit actually! Though have you ever seen him use magic?" I asked as Clara jumped back, breathing heavily. I can't help but wonder why she's still attacking. If she's waiting for her friend to wake up, he'll be out cold for a few hours.
"Why the hell do you care!" Clara hissed as she ran forward to attack again.
"Eh. I don't know! Oh well. I guess playtime is over!" I said as I kicked her feet out from under her and slapped right hand. Clara fell to the floor as one of her knives skittered away from her. Now what?
"We weren't done yet you know. Last question, what drives you to fight?" I asked teasingly as she tried to pull herself back up.
"I fight to fight. Is there a problem with that?" Clara barley got out as she ran towards me, swinging her other knife.
"No, there isn't. It's just that..." I trailed off as I grabbed her knife hand and kicked her knees out from under her again. I grabbed her knife and let her fall to the floor once more.
"Most people have something that drives them to get stronger, whether it be love or hate. For instance..." I trailed off again as I walked to her as she struggled to stand up. I'm going to regret this.
I kicked Clara over, grunts of pain coming from her. I lifted my leg so my foot was on her chest as I knelt down. I put her blade to her neck and with my voice turning to a serious tone said, "Perhaps I could kill you and leave your friend to wake up to your dead body, causing him to swear revenge on me. Or perhaps I could do something more like this," I got off her and walked to the passed out man who was still tied to the chair.
"I could slit this man's throat right now in front of your watching eyes. I then could let you go and attend to your own devices, but I'm sure you would come after me again. Or maybe I could slit his throat and take with me to blackmail your guild, and by that I mean letting them know that they should be cautious of me by hanging you in front of their base," I said playfully as I twirled her knife as I stood next to the chained man.
"I swear, if you hurt him-" "You'll do what? You just saw what happened. You'll be injured even more than you already are. You have nothing to gain, but everything to lose if you attack me!" I interrupted tauntingly. I made a small cut on the man's shoulder, nothing serious, just enough to make her mad.
Clara grunted and tried to stand back up. I walked past her and picked up her other knife. I turned around to see Clara still struggling to stand up. I grabbed her by the front of her jacket and pulled her up, pulling down her hood and red lens in the process. In front of me was a girl with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. She would definitely be considered attractive by many people's standards.
I half dragged and half walked her to the chair she was in before and forced her in it, then dropped one of her knives in her lap. I went to the man's chair and unlocked his handcuffs. I sat back down on the bed to see a look of absolute detestation on Clara's face.
"Leave, would you? Your friend won't wake up for while, so I advise to change your appearance if you want to take him with you," I twirled her other knife as Clara slowly stood up again, gripping her knife. I have a bad feeling about this.
"Make up your mind. Are you going to kill me or not, and you don't honestly think I could get anywhere like this, do you?" Clara said as she once again stood in a fighting stance.
"Nyet, I won't kill you, and nyet, I don't expect you to get anywhere like this," I answered as Clara ran forward to attack me for what would hopefully be the last time tonight.
I caught and grabbed her weak swing with my hand, which caused me to be forced to support her tired form. "That's why I'm going to heal you right now, but not without price. You need some... memento of this encounter, da?" I said as a healing circle appeared underneath me and a light glow surrounded Clara. She then stood up to support her own weight, scowling at me all the while.
"I don't need your-" "Do you listen? I told you that you would a pretty little get memento of this encounter, it you want to call it that. It's more like another reason to hate me," I interrupted as I sat up and walked to her, twirling her knife.
"Nothing serious, I promise you that. You might think it detracts from your appearance, though I can imagine you looking better with it," I said as I reached my hand to Clara. She recoiled at my touch as I placed my hand on her shoulder to keep her still.
"I'll make it light. Sure, it will stay for while, but treat it everyday and it will fade faster, and stay still. I don't want to mess up your face," I said as I raised Clara's knife to her cheek and cut in a straight diagonal line. I'm surprised she didn't do more to stop me after all the fighting she just did.
I let go of her as she took a step back to her comrade, who was almost falling out of the chair. There was clearly a straight cut that ran through the middle of her cheek to her jawline. Blood was already starting to come out from it as she grabbed her partner.
"Leave now, please," I said as I threw Clara's knife at her comrades chair and turned to face the wall. I heard shuffling from behind me before it suddenly stopped.
"Clara Oswin Oswald. That's my name," I heard Clara say.
I smiled and said, "Well Clara Oswin Oswald, my name is Mitte Tredyakovsky. I'll be eagerly awaiting our next meeting." Yes I purposefully came up with an extremely long last name.
"And I'll be looking forward for our finale meeting, where I swear I will kill you," Clara said right before I heard the door slam shut. That was blunt. It didn't take much to get her mad.
What felt like hours but was probably only minutes passed before moved. I surveyed the damage done to the room. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad, there were marks on the floor and chairs but there isn't much to do about that but cover them.
I dragged the rug from the corner to cover the floor marks and pushed the chairs back with the desk. After surveying my work, I flopped down on the bed and finally fell asleep that night, with a knot of guilt forming from what I just did.
Excerpt of page fifteen on chapter ten, Improbable Theory the XXXVI Something
Now let's say in an impossible leap of logic that if girl A could be given a human body again and live out her life after being turned into a blastia. But things may not go as nicely as that. With all the abilities a Terra blastia gives, there's bound to be repercussions for putting girl A back in a human form. There is a seal placed on the casing of the blastia that prevents the power from going out of control, and that seal would be broken when the casing of the blastia was thrown away. So it's very likely that with the powers that were implanted into her in a process I cannot describe as I have no knowledge of it, bad things would happen. But what if nothing bad happens? Perhaps it would create a person with no need to use a blastia to cast artes.
Alright! Rough draft of a prototype of a prototype of a rough draft is done. I think. Checklist then. Hand hurts? Check. Graphite on the side of my hand? Check. Eraser is non-existent? Check. Floor is littered with random object from when I got bored? Check. Alright, I'm done.
I stretched and stood up from the chair I had been sitting in for a few hours. I yawned slightly and then proceeded to fall on top of the bed after putting my coat on, as I had taken it off when I needed something to throw at a wall. The party won't be back for the rest of the day at the very least. What else do I do? I would walk around the town but I'm not a fan of having dead flowers fall on my face. Then again, I really don't want to be a shut in so I guess I'll just do it. First things first though...
I got up again and fixed up the papers that lay on my desk and put them in a folder I had in my endless pit of a bag. Wouldn't Karol also have one of these things? How else do you carry 99 of every item with you everywhere you go? Speaking of my bag, I should give it a name! I love to name inanimate objects! Not really but why not. So what's a good name for my bag... I really don't know. I'll think more of it later.
I blinked slightly as I realized I had just stood there for five minutes thinking about what to name a bag. I'm even starting to think I'm weird... I turned to the door and was about to leave until I heard a knock coming from it. What is it? Housekeeping? Yeah, no, probably not since it's already past housekeeping times.
"Um... miss? Excuse me, it's the girl from yesterday. I hope I'm not bothering you," a familiar voice called out softly.
"You're not bothering me. I was just about to leave, but feel free to come in," I said with a smile as I opened the door to reveal the girl from yesterday who was wearing a white summer dress with cherry blossoms on it. She bowed respectfully and walked in. I gave a small bow back and closed the door behind her.
"Place is a bit messy but feel free to sit down," I offered as I sat down on the bed. The girl smiled and sat in the chair next to my desk.
"If I may ask, what are you doing out here alone?" I asked the girl after she seemed comfortable.
"I came to apologize about yesterday," she answered. "If you mean my age, I'm actually eleven, I'm just short." She continued after seeing my questioning face. Eleven is a little young, unless she could kill a brigade of knights, believe me, it happens, I've seen it.
"Vertically challenged," I said to her.
"What?" she asked with a confused look.
"You're vertically challenged. Don't say short, it lets people make fun of you easier. I am as well," I answered her. I am kind of vertically challenged. Yuri is five feet eight inches according to the manual, and Estelle is five feet and six inches. I'm five feet and two inches... I'm lucky to be that tall though.
"I am though. I'm five inches below what I should be," she said depressingly. Maybe for a white person, she looks Asian to me, but also white. Maybe she's mixed like me, that's unlikely though.
"Do you know Melody of Altosk?" I asked her with a smile.
"Of course I do!" she said rather defensively.
"Geez, I'm not trying to suggest anything. She's also pretty short. Did you know that in fifth grade she was pulled into a third grade classroom because she was that short,"I said trying to contain my laughter. It's even funnier because when we were walking to P.E. she had said, "Hi Miss Helman! Do you remember me? You pulled me into a third grader's classroom earlier!" when we passed the class in the hall. Also, thank god there's a school system in place here or that part about fifth grade would have made no sense to her.
The girl started to laugh and I eventually joined as well. "I suppose vertically challenged is better," she said through her laughter.
"Da, that it is. Don't you forget it. It's also better because people will have no idea what you mean and you can make fun of them for it." I said as I cut off my laughter.
"That seems mean to do though." she said with a small frown as she finished laughing.
"I have weird sense of humor. I get my fun from pulling pranks on people. For instance, have someone you don't like? Let loose two mice in their room with one having number one painted on it and the other with three on it. My dad did that once as a prank with some of his friends. Friend of his had gotten married, and friends choose what is put in the hotel room. One of his friends suggested the idea and they did it," I said with a smile. I should do that prank on Rayne.
"That might be funny to do actually. I don't have any friends to prank though," she said sadly. ...Now I'm depressed, great.
"It could be worse. So much worse you know. You could have people who claim to be your friend but don't act like it, except in certain moments, moments that you try to convince yourself they are your friends. All for nothing though as they leave you when they can," I said to her quietly, "So cheer up."
"Yeah, I guess so. Did that happen to you?" She asked me. ...I don't know actually...
"My, I wonder. Perhaps I tricked myself into thinking that so I wouldn't feel even worse," I said even quieter as I closed my eyes. I don't believe that it did but at the same time I do...
"It could be even worse though! So don't feel bad?" she said with cheerfulness that was obviously faked.
"When did we swap roles? Anyway, you came here for reason, what is it?" I asked as I tried to change the point of conversation.
"Oh, right!" She stood up and bowed. "Please forgive me! I didn't mean to-" "If that's all you're here for, worry not of it." I interrupted and walked towards her and put my hand on her shoulder as she straighten herself.
"Even still... I feel like I owe you a debt. We're here for autumn, in Dahngrest for winter, Nordipolica in spring, and Zaphias for summer. So if you need anything from us ever again, you're free to ask," she said with her head down.
I sighed slightly and took a few steps back before bowing deeply. "Worry not of my problems. I thank you for your offer kind miss and I will ask if I need anything," I said as I kept myself in a bow. I can only really bow like this in front of young kids because anyone older will think I'm mocking them or will think I place their needs before my own. Neither are too favorable in my opinion and I usually mean neither as well. It's not my fault I look like I'm mocking them when I do it! Even though it kinda is!
"You don't need to bow to me." The girl whispered with a surprised look as I stood back up.
"Don't think of it. I'm just glad that you're so nice about. Many people think I'm mocking them when I bow." I say with a small smile.
"You can't blame them though. Your bow looks a lot like one from eastern Hypionia, but your accent says differently. So people might think you're mocking them." She said rather judgmental. I never knew that...
"Really? I had no idea. I feel rather dumb now. Anything else you need before you leave?" I asked the girl in front of me.
"No, not really. Oh, right! My name is Elize!" Elize answered with a smile.
I smiled back and said, "Pleased to meet you Elize. My name is Mitte."
"I should be going, grandmother might start worrying if I don't. Bye!" She said as she moved to leave.
I moved to opened the door for her and said smiling, "Tchüss. That means bye in another language. Not my own, but one I know a little of. Though if you want to say goodbye it's auf weidersan."
"You just know a whole bunch of things don't you?" Elize said smiling.
"Not at all, the older you get, you learn more, don't be afraid to get older." I replied smiling.
Elize waved and left the room. I closed the door behind her and let out a sigh while leaning against the door after I heard her footsteps fade away. I like kids, but it's hard to understand what they're thinking to keep them happy. Now about this mess covering the floor.
I gather the various things littering the floor and put them in a pile on the desk. I understand the pencils on the floor but why is there a rubrix cube on the ground? Not the mention the assortment of markers. I knew I threw some stuff against the walls but my god I surprise myself with what I do sometimes. I shove the pile into my bag and looked around for any stragglers. The room looked just like it had been when I got it, no markers, no rubrix cubes, and all the scratches from last night were covered. It would be bad if the inn keeper where to learn of that incident.
Wait, Clara said her name was Clara Oswin Oswald. WHAT! Did Tales of Vesperia collide with Doctor Who? That's unlikely, it's just a freak coincidence, hopefully. Maybe Caroline or Ashley had a hand in it, or maybe even Rayne. Yeah, that's definitely it. No colliding universes please, fighting global warming is enough, I don't want to worry about aliens.
Speaking about Clara, her patience is non-existent. I honestly thought I would have to do more to motivate her to have a reason to fight. All I had to do was make her feel powerless and she seemed perfectly happy to kill me later. Maybe she thinks if she kills me it can prove her strength to herself. She acted a little confident in her abilities, but she really seemed off edge after she saw I was so much stronger than her.
I was about to leave the room before I remembered something important. I had cut Clara's face and her friend's shoulder. There's bound to be blood somewhere. I look over at the bed to see that no blood was on the white sheets, but I could see some dried blood on the chair that Clara's friend had been chained to. It's weird I didn't notice that actually, I had been sitting on that chair earlier. Does that mean I have dried blood on me? Ew... At least I had taken off my coat while I was sitting there or I would have to take dried blood off a white coat, no thank you.
I got a towel from my bag and dipped half of it in the water basin provided by the inn to wash your hands. I washed the back of the chair, where most of the blood was located and dried it with the other half of the towel. I threw the towel back into the basin of water and watched as the blood from the towel started to make the water turn red. Oh well, nothing I can really do about it as I'm too stingy for my own good. Being fair though, it cost five hundred gald for a refill, and they would see the water anyway. I could just cast splash to refill it, but I'm not confident enough in my accuracy to attempt that in an inn room.
I took the towel out of the basin and squeezed the water out. Thank goodness the towel is black and not white. The water was obviously stained red and I could do nothing to hide it. I could just say I cut my hand. On what though? Saying I got a paper cut won't cut it. Haha. Paper cut, won't cut it? That's almost as good as the gravitate to your career joke question we made for interview a mathematician. My group had Issac Newton, that's why we said it. It was even better because the kid who asked it was the kid who always came up with bad jokes. I'll just say I dropped a knife, not that it's very believable but beggars can't be choosers.
I finally left the room with my wet towel hanging on my arm as walk to the front desk. The middle aged clerk looked like he was asleep on the job and didn't even notice me. I cleared my throat to grab his attention but it didn't work. After a few more tries that all ended in failure, I sighed and slammed the table loudly, which also didn't work for some reason. Slightly peeved, I slapped with my wet towel which finally woke him up.
"Yesh miss?" The clerk asked while yawning. Is he tired or drunk?
"I would like to check out." I said a lot calmer then I should have since I had a feeling he's looking in a certain place. This is why I wear a coat.
"Surry?" The man slurred out. I just realized he has white hair and red eyes.
"I want to check out." I repeated calmly. I'm used to repeating myself a lot more then I should be.
"You vant to sheck auht! Gosh it." The white haired man said as I handed him my room key.
"Twenty zoushand gald." The clerk said as he looked at his papers. You're kidding me.
"Clerk yesterday said two hundred." I said calmly. Don't shoot him, don't shoot him, DON'T SHOOT HIM!
"Zasht vas probablshy my brudder. He doeshn't know vat he'sh doing. Kesekesekese." The clerk droned out while laughing at the end.
"Da, well he said he was inn keeper and I believe him more than you." I replied, still in a calm voice as I felt my patience starting to slip.
"Ahhh. He'sh blonde! He doezan't know vat he'sh doing. Kesekesekese" The albino said in what I'm starting to think is a drunk German accent. Never heard one of them before though so I wouldn't know.
"Really? He seemed more responsible than you." I said in an eerily calm voice as I dropped two hundred gald in front of him.
I was about to walk away before I felt the albino male grab me by my arm. I turned around to face him to see him looking in a place that shouldn't be be.
"You need to pay zshe whole prishe! HAHA!" The clerk said, ending with an obnoxious laugh.
"Not going to bother with this one." I said to nobody in particular as I reared back my arm to punch him in the face but had my arm caught by a third party. I didn't bother to try to continue the punch as there would be more problems coming soon.
"Brother, I thought you were better than this." A tall blonde hair blue eyed man that was the clerk from yesterday said as I lowered my arm to my side.
"My deepest apologies for this miss. Feel no need to pay, I feel ashamed that you had to experience this." The man said will giving me a militaristic bow. He sounds a little... never mind.
"Yoush got to be kishing brother!" The albino complained loudly.
"I'm rather stingy on money, but I still think I should pay." I told the blonde male while ignoring the loud albino who was yelling complaints. I mostly want to pay because of what they'll have to pay to fix the scratches on the floor when they find them.
"I could never accept money from you after what just happened." The man with slicked back hair said as he bowed again.
"SHE SHOULD PAY MORE!" The albino yelled in my ear. I really want to hurt him right now, wait. I have the best idea ever.
"I already payed so you should keep it. How about this, I can fight your brother and depending on whether or not he wins, I'll pay, with your permission on this of course." I yelled over the albino who was going to make my ears bleed soon.
The man looked surprised for a second before looking at his albino brother who was still yelling before saying, "I have no problem with it, but I warn you, he is ex-military."
"I'll be fine. DID YOU HEAR THAT DRUNK FACE? I'LL FIGHT YOU, AND IF YOU WIN I'LL PAY MORE!" I yelled at the albino as he quieted.
"Kesekesekese. I'm fine with that. With or without lethal weapons?" The man who I no longer believed to be drunk said with an obnoxious laugh.
"Brother-"
"With. It's much more fun that way." I interrupted the blonde in a voice I found eerily calm for this situation.
"Alright then. Brother, show her to the field. I need to get my sword." The albino said as he walked away.
"Once again, I'm sorry for my brother. My name is Dominik. The field is really just outside the inn. Right this way, miss." Dominik said as he lightly pushed me to the door. I'm sorry for the hospital bill you'll have to pay.
"My name is Mitte." I said, hiding the fact that I was looking at his expression. His face didn't change though.
Dominik led me outside and turn back to look at the inn. "You should be prepared. My brother is very strong. Admittedly recklessly and easy to trick, but strong." Dominik warned me.
"Then I'll just have to play off his weaknesses then. I'm a long ranger to I'll just need to stay away from his sword and I'll be fine. Speaking of that, he already gave an advantage to me. I know that he uses sword so I can come up with strategy against it. May you watch my coat, please?" I said as I took off my coat and took out my guns and some magazines.
"Yes I can." Dominik said as he took my coat from me.
I took out a belt that had containers for my magazines on them from my bag and strapped it on. I placed my elemental magazines in them and placed the ones with real bullets in my guns. This shirt might be annoying to fight in if this guy is as good as Ludwig thinks since it has ruffles that fly everywhere when I jump. Oh well, it's not like the they block my vision.
"Are you in the knights?" Dominik asked, sounding like he was talking to a superior in the military.
"Never have and probably never will." I replied as I tightened my belt.
"A guild then?" Dominik asked, still sounding militaristic.
"Da. Why?" I asked as I checked my boot laces.
"The way you hold yourself..." Dominik trailed off.
"What about it?" I asked as I re-tied my boots.
"You have an air about that makes me feel like you've seen things many have nightmares about seeing. You have the same air about you as an experienced captain from the knights or a major guild leader. Not that many would notice it. Your weapon of choice suggests that you try to ignore it too." Dominik said, still sounding formal.
I sighed a little and stood up to face him."I don't know about having air of major guild leader, but I have seen things that would drive many insane. I suppose you're right about my weapons too. I say I chose it because I have no athletic abilities, though I do say that I chose a coward's weapon. Staying away from people I'm fighting so I don't have to feel like I'm killing them."
Dominik inclined his head. "You have my respect miss. I think you will win this fight. My brother is strong, but I believe he cannot win this fight."
"THE AWESOME XAVIER IS HERE TO BEAT YOU TO A PULP!" The albino that I assume to be named Xavier screamed as he came out of the inn holding a sword that may have belonged to Cloud at some point and was in armor from the Imperial Knights.
"That's great. Try not to hurt yourself with that sword of yours." I said as I swapped to my dark element magazine. His armor has a extra plate at his shoulders, which means he's a light element user, which probably means that he would be weak to dark element attacks. Thank god I listened to Ashley's lecture about the armor of the Imperial Knights.
"Beware brother. I believe you won't be able to win this easily." Dominik warned as he stepped forward.
"The rules of this match is simple. Fight until the other surrenders, passes out, is unable to fight, or if I call halt. Any attacks that will kill your opponent are forbidden. If I call halt then you will cease your fighting and turn to face me. Failure to completely to these rules will result in you loosing the match. Are you ready? "
"Yes, sir."
"Yeah, yeah. Get on with it brother."
"Fight!" Dominik called out.
Xavier ran forward towards me, brandishing his sword like a maniac. I stood still holding my guns to get ready to jump up at the right moment. Once he got within a distance he could hit me at, he made a huge swing at me right after I had jumped above him. I brought my guns together to release the wonderful arte called Aer Light that made me rage a lot when I played Tales of Vesperia.
Xavier looked up to get the arte straight to his face and was sent flying on to the ground. I sent three dark element aer bullets at him as he struggled to get up which knocked him over again. I walked over to Xavier as he used his sword to try to push himself up from the dusty ground. I held one of my guns to his head as I looked at Dominik who seemed ready to call halt. The words had almost left his mouth until he noticed Xavier moving. Oh no...
"I see now, you wait until your enemy is close enough to you so the can't back away and then you use artes to stun them. Basic, but clever and effective." Xavier muttered as I moved back to give him space to get up.
"I don't see how it can be basic and clever but whatever you say. Now then, will you fight at full strength?" I asked as Xavier stood up, looking fine and full of energy.
"Oh, you noticed. What gave it away?" He said tauntingly as he held his sword out in a fencing position.
"I've been listening to your brother talk to you about how strong you are, I doubt you're going to be done in with a single arte and a few bullets." I said calmly as I watched Xavier bring his sword back behind his head.
"Ah, well what else can I expect of my wonderful brother, giving warning to people foolish enough to challenge the awesome me! Now revel in my awesomeness!" Xavier yelled as his armor plates started to re-arrange into something that looked more like it was for speed and agility and his giant sword turned into a much smaller rapier.
In spite of all this, instead of saying something witty, I said, "Was that sword hollow?" in a monotone.
I think Xaviar was expecting something else because he looked shocked for a second before reverting back to the cocky look he had again and said, "Maybe it was, or maybe I'm just so awesome that I defy all logic-"
"Yeah, shut up please."
"DON'T TELL ME TO-"
"Heavenly flames of the mighty dragons, heed the cry of the achieved savior of thy land, Flam Infinitum!" I yelled as I directed my dominant hand towards him as two twin flame dragons releasing flames every which way entwined into a single larger one as it wrapped around Xaviar, before flying up and diving straight down into him, only to somehow disappear into the ground.
"That's why you pay attention brother, stuff like this happens when you keep droning on and start with the narcissism." Dominik sighed as his brother just snarled at him. You think he would care more that his brother is being beaten into the ground be a giant fire dragon...
"Blah, blah, blah, something like that won't faze me. Well then, prepare-" "I never get why people always talk and not attack, you're just wasting daylight." I interrupted again as I shot a bullet with my right gun at the hand that wasn't holding his sword.
"Gah! Fine then, I was just giving you time to rest! Now the real fight begins!"
Xavier yelled as he pulled his sword behind him. He activated a speed arte that caused him to speed forward in almost a second. That would have worked, and would have hit my shoulder too if it weren't for a small problem.
"I use guns idiot. Also, that line was really cliche," I sighed as I shot him at his own shoulder. The bullet hit Xavier straight on and I almost felt bad for him as he let out a cry of surprise mixed with pain.
"Fine then, take this! Speeding Slash!" He snarled and activated a speed arte once again that sped him forward to my side as he held his sword pointed at his side. Aer enveloped his sword as I stood waiting for him to get closer. Seriously? Speeding Slash? Not that my naming sense is any better.
"Shut up would you please?" A split second before the sword hit me I leaned to the side so I was almost parallel to the floor, which caused my leg to swing up and hit him in the face as I activated an arte that enveloped my leg in flames.
Xavier was knocked backwards by the arte as I sped forward to him and took a quick back step to launch myself into the air when he tried to take a stab at my chest. I blasted him with Aer Light when I got to the right height and fell back on my feet as I watch Xavier get knocked on the ground. I pointed my right gun at him and watched as he struggled back up.
Xavier snarled as he wiped away blood that was coming from his nose."Oh you get it now b-"
"Halt. Yes, I mean you as well brother."
I put away my guns as I turn to look at Dominik who was walking towards us. Either he doesn't want to pay for the hospital bill, or Xavier is hurt a lot worse than I though. I think it's for that nonexistent third reason.
"I was about to call halt for a specific reason a while ago, but now, I think you really need to give yourself a look over brother. I can guess that your scar had reopened from the last fight you had, and from what someone taught me in medicine, it's very likely your nose is broken." Dominik said as he looked over Xavier's face.
"It doesn't feel like my nose is broken!" The albino muttered under his breath.
Dominik nodded and said, "That's one of the effect of the arte she used, Aer Light, I believe it's called?" Dominik turned to face me for my approval. I nodded and listened as Dominik continued on.
"Aer Light produces a numbing effect on the target to stun them while their knocked over. You should feel the pain soon-," "Argh!" "...or right now." Dominik was cut off by Xavier's cry of pain. Xavier was holding his nose and obviously looked in pain.
"Eheh. Sorry about that..." I apologized quietly.
I don't think that helped...
"He'll be fine with a little rest. I'm glad I knew enough about healing artes to help him. Though..."
"Hm?" I looked at Dominik while drinking from the mug I had been given.
After a while of trying to avoid punches to the face, me and Dominik had managed to drag Xavier inside the inn after knocking him out. I felt bad that we had to knock him out after the beating that he just got but my god he got mad at me. Dominik had used healing artes on Xavier and left him to rest in his own bedroom. Dominik had asked if I wanted something to drink before I left, which I agreed to. That left me here, sitting on a chair outside the inn, drinking tea.
"That arte you used, Aer Light, where did you learn it from?" Dominik asked me while facing the wilting tree.
"A family member. Why?" I replied, placing my cup of tea down. I already can tell this is leading somewhere I don't want it to.
"I only know a few people who know that arte, and they aren't the most... law abiding citizens." Dominik said looking stiff.
"You can be blunt with me. What do you want to know?" I asked him. It's at times like this where I'm glad I keep my weapons on me at all moments.
"What guild are you in?" He said. I can tell he's still beating around the bush.
"Ruin's Gate. Now what do you really mean to ask?" I replied to him as I watched Dominik relax slightly.
"It's not really important-." "Just ask me your question." I interrupted with a sigh.
"Are you... Have you ever been... Could you affiliate yourself with Leviathan's Claw in any way?" There it is.
"I'm member of Ruin's Gate, how much could I possibly be connected to them?" I said as I picked up my tea again. I think it's some kind a vanilla flavor. It smells nice.
"You'd be surprised. They seem to pop up everywhere. I heard they broke into the castle a Zaphias a few days ago." Dominik said as he sat down in the chair across from me.
"Sir! There's a letter for you!" A young boy who looked ten ran up to us holding a letter.
Dominik looked surprised for a brief moment and smiled like he knew some inside joke. He waved to the boy as he ran over.
"Hello Danial. Do you know who it's from?" Dominik asked even though he probably already knew himself.
"The only person who ever sends you letters sir! I don't know their name though." Danial said while catching his breath.
"Right you are. Perhaps I'll tell you his name eventually. May I have the letter?"
Dominik asked as the boy nodded and handed over the letter.
"There another one too, but I don't recognize the handwriting. I don't know if it is a name, but there's something on it." Danial said as he handed another letter.
Dominik put down the first letter and looked at the second one. I managed to catch a glimpse of it and was surprised by what I saw.
"It's for you... I don't know why she sent it here but..." Dominik said as he handed the letter to me. There in front of me was a letter with my name written in cursive on it with a note underneath it telling Dominik to give it to me and giving a description of what I looked like so it wouldn't be given to the wrong person.
Dominik was reading his own letter with a blank expression as I opened mine. I could tell he was looking at me from the corner of his eye but I ignored it as I stared at the letter in front of me. Oh come on.
"Why... Why... I give up. She know's I'm an American, I should only know one language," I said, mumbling the last part so Dominik couldn't hear me.
"What is it?" Dominik asked politely. I replied by shoving the letter in his face and watched as his confused face turned into one of understanding.
"I can translate it if you want," Dominik offered.
I waved my hand and said, "She wouldn't use any big words. I'll figure it out."
Dominik smiled and said as he stood up, "I admire that you're learning by yourself. I'll get more tea than."
I think he's talking about me putting in effort to learn another language since the letter she sent was in German. Or me learning another alphabet since he might think I was born here.
Okay, that means for, and that means the, and than, who am I kidding? This is going to take a while... I sighed and picked my tea back up, and caught something interesting in the corner of my eye while doing so.
Dominik's letter was resting on the table, fully open. I tried not to read it but the very last line caught my attention, it's even more interesting than her sending a letter here. It almost made me choke on the tea I just swallowed.
Why... Why did Yeager send him a letter?
"Are you awake? We're back," I felt a hand on my shoulder. He sounds like Yuri, and I'm awake, just unhappy.
"She's awake. She's just probably tired. She's been trying to read that letter for almost ten hours now," that was probably Dominik. I was translating it that long? I'm surprised.
"Can she not read?" That was Karol. I can read idiot. I just can't read German.
"She can. She can probably read the letter better than you can," he probably can't read it.
"What makes you think that?" It's probably because you've never read the Roman alphabet before.
"Just try to tell me you can read this, if you say you can, expect yelling," I said as I sat up and shoved the letter in Karol's face.
"What is this!? It's just a bunch of scribbles!" Karol yelled sounding utterly confused. Your face is a bunch of scribbles. That's overused, never say that again. I probably will though.
"Did anything interesting happen while we were gone?" Yuri asked, probably not expecting the answer I was going to give him.
"Oh, I was attacked in the middle of the night by members of Leviathan's Claw and one of them is out for my blood. Other than that, nothing really happened," I answer nonchalantly. I'm crying on the inside, Dominik's face is hilarious.
"You're kidding right?" Dominik asked, sounding a little scared.
"No, I'm kidding," I replied emotionless.
Dominik let out a sigh of relief and said, "Please don't joke about that again."
"What do you mean Leviathan's Claw?" Estelle asked me.
"Don't worry about it, it doesn't concern you... yet," I said with a smile as i stood up, picking up my belongings and shoving them into my bag.
"Where's my coat?" I asked Dominik. He put it somewhere when we were dealing with Xavier.
"I'll get it," He said as he turned and walking into the inn.
I sighed for a moment before my brain turned on.
"KAROL, WHY THE HELL DO YOU SMELL LIKE DECAYING RATS!" I yelled as I jumped away from him, probably looking horrified.
"So you smell it too. I guess we got used to it," Yuri said with a smirk.
"Unfortunately, I do. Now Karol, please don't get within a ten meter distance of me for the next few hours," I said as I slowly inched away from him. This is why it's not a good thing to have better senses.
Karol looked confused at my statement. "What's a meter?" ...You're kidding me...
"Ten yards, pretty much the same length but a meter's little longer," I said from between my teeth as I took out the vial that had the luluria petals in it.
"You guys should go on ahead, here is luluria petal, now go," I said as I shoved the vial in Yuri's hands.
"You don't want to come with us?" Estelle asked, sounding disappointed.
"That's not it...," I trailed out as my gaze fell to Karol.
"We'll come back when we get the panacea bottle," Yuri said with a smirk as he started to walk off, Estelle, Karol, and Repede following close behind.
I sat back down and picked up my tea. It's cold now, oh well, good thing I like cold tea.
It's November, or the equivalent of it anyway. That would mean that it'll be winter soon. It feels like it too, I never really noticed before, but it's definitely cold, and these winds aren't helping either. It's a good thing I like cold weather.
"Your friends left?" Dominik asked me as he handed me my coat.
"No, they left to get what they needed. I'm just staying here, they'll come back," I answered. I should probably ask this now.
"Halure is quite nice, yes? Were you born here?" I asked, trying to make it sound like an innocent question.
I could tell Dominik hesitated before answering, "No, I was born somewhere far away from here."
"Where's that? Over the hill and through the woods?" I asked, trying not to sound pushy.
"It's a long story," he said, his voice sounding distant.
"At least give me a name," I said, still trying my best to sound innocent.
Dominik clearly hesitated this time before muttering out in a barely audible tone, "Deutschland."
This is where the fun part begins.
"Germany huh? Great weather there, like the rest of Europe of course. I've wanted to see Germany for a while, the closest I got was Belgium," I said with a smirk, trying not to laugh at Dominik's expression.
"Yes, well it's better than Russian weather, isn't it?" Dominik said as he sat down across from me.
"I wouldn't know. I'll give you one hint to guess where I'm from, and that's it. We have the biggest prison population-"
"The States," Dominik interjected. Well, it was pretty obvious.
"Correct. Now, She told me she had two brothers, one of them, I've... met... That leads me to assume that you're probably her other brother since she said, and I quote, 'We all got stuck with tall genes, except our older brother, he's 5'8", compared to my adorable little brother's height of 6'2"', end quote," I said as I stared at the surrounding flora. I can feel Dominik's disbelieving stare on me. I can't blame him.
"Adorable little brother... She's the only one who would dare to say that," Dominik said as he shivered. I disagree.
"She isn't. You do know you have three nieces, right? I'm sure one of them would make up some really weird nicknames for him," I said, finally looking at him. I'm totally not talking about myself, ha ha ha, no way I would ever mean that.
"Three? I was only aware of two. Then again, he hasn't talked about them since he adopted them," Dominik said with a confused look. Great to see how much I'm loved.
"Don't worry about. You can ask her about it later. Now then, question away!" I said cheerfully. I can't help but wonder how many times I'll have to lie to him in this conversation.
"What do you mean?" Dominik asked, sounding confused.
"I'm sure you have plenty of questions. You're free to ask them, but know I probably won't answer them all truthfully," I answered, ironically being honest.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, however, I only have one question. Why didn't you keep quiet on this? You didn't raise any suspicions from me, so why risk yourself by making it obvious you're another person that isn't... from here?" Dominik asked. You know...
"That's a good question actually. Human curiosity is my best guess, actually, it's probably just because I wanted to see what your face would look like," I said while shrugging. Does that make me a bad person? Nah!
"Not the worst answer I've even heard. Forgive me, I have another question. Who are you?" Dominik asked. I don't know why he has to apologize, I gave him permission to ask as many questions as he wants.
"Well, I am who I am. My name is Mitte Tredyakovsky, member of Ruin's gate and lead researcher of the Terra blastia research project. I'm a sarcastic, cynical, and I will admit, sometimes sadistic person, that really has nothing likable about them, unless you like the qualities I just listed. I have trusting issues, I'm paranoid, have touching problems, and I'm surprised I haven't been diagnosed with depression considering the life I live. Any other questions?" I said calmly. I think I'm scared of myself now with how calm I sound.
"You don't seem to think highly of yourself," Dominik said.
"What are you talking about? I'm fabulous!" I said while making exaggerated arm movement toward myself.
"Hah. Of course. I'm sorry for doubting that. Anyway, your friends are back, and here's your coat," Dominik said as he handed me my white coat. I nodded in thanks and walked towards the group.
"I'm keeping to what I said before, please stay ten meters away from me Karol," I said as I joined the group, trying my best to keep my distance between me and Karol.
"Now, would you like to explain to me exactly what you're doing?" I asked. I just realized I shouldn't know what's going on.
"We're trying to restore Halure's barrier by curing the tree of the poison it was afflicted by when it sucked up the monster blood in the last monster attack," Estelle explained.
"I get that, but how?" I asked again.
"With Karol's idea of using a panacea bottle," Estelle explained again.
"Huh. I have to hand it to you kid, that's an idea I never expected you to come up with," I said smirking. I tried my best at a backhanded compliment but I think I failed.
"Is that a good or bad thing?" Karol asked. Oh no, he's starting to catch onto my way of thinking, what ever shall I do?
"Your choice. Anyway, let's go. I expect a nice and shiny light show coming from your master plan kid," I said putting my hands behind my head in a relaxed position.
"What?" The three of them asked while looking at me like I was crazy.
"Every single master plan has it's success shown by a big light show. I thought that was common knowledge!" I said as if it was really common knowledge. I totally did not rip that off from tvtropes. No, really, I didn't.
"I guess that makes sense..." Yuri trailed off.
"Not really..." Karol said after Yuri.
"Want to bet on it? If there's shiny light show when we heal the tree, you owe me one thousand gald. If I'm wrong, I'll pay you two thousand gald. Deal?" I asked as I held out my hand. In a way, this isn't fair since I know it'll happen, but it's money. I need to save up to pay for something because I may or may not have emptied my wallet with my last shopping spree.
"Deal," Karol agreed as he shook my hand.
"That's a thousand gald for me! Well then, off we go, lettuce turnip the beet," I said cheerfully as I started to walk up the hill. I totally did not rip that off from one of my friends. No, really, I didn't, I ripped it off from three of them.
"She's... Acting weird. Do you think something happened?" Karol asked when he thought I couldn't hear anymore. You should see me around my family and close friends, that's weird.
"Nope! Perfectly sane! Nothing happened, not to mention your worrying is going to make me feel even sicker than the awful stench coming off of you!" I yelled at him.
Also, I swear, I don't know how I didn't notice this before but...
This is one big gas hill just to get to the tree...
"Oh! Have you made the antidote to cleanse the tree of poison!" The mayor said as he came up to us. Now, I could be that jerk that says, "No, we came for free cookies.", but even I wouldn't stoop that low. Or would I?
"Karol it's up to you, I'm no good at this sort of thing," Yuri said as he handed the panacea bottle to Karol. How are you no good at this? You're literally just pouring a something onto a something! That was definitely correct grammar!
"Didn't Karol say there was someone he wanted to show the blossoms of Halure to?" Estelle asked Yuri. That would be Nan. I can't help but wonder, could Nan and I be sisters in having rbf syndrome? Her natural expression is something like that. Why am I thinking about this?
"I think so. Here's hoping we aren't too late," Yuri said, sounding mildly worried. Nope. Of course we won't be to late! The plot calls that we do this correctly, so that's how it's going to happen! I hope anyway for this one scene.
Karol poured the green mixture from the panacea bottle onto the dirt around the trees roots and looked up as a bright light appeared about it. I don't think that the mixture in panacea bottles are green. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be orange.
"The tree is..." Estelle trail off.
"Okay, there's the beginning of the light show, where's the rest," I mutter under my breath. I don't think anybody heard me, which is probably a good thing.
"Please, great tree of Halure. Restore the fallen barrier," the elderly man said as he walked up to the tree.
The light got brighter for a few seconds before it then started to fade. That would be a problem. If it weren't for the fact that Estelle pretty much makes all the work they went through to get the supplies for this useless.
No way! Was the dosage too small? Or maybe this isn't the right way..." Karol panicked. I honestly think it's because the mixture was green, not orange, but that's just my useless opinion. Oh! You also might have needed to use a poison bottle and not a panacea bottle! Or maybe the mixture in the panacea bottle was the stuff in a poison bottle and that doesn't work! ...I actually don't know...
"We'll have to get another panacea bottle!" Estelle cried out as she turned around to face Yuri. Yes, we must! Or we won't get VIP flower viewing tickets!
"I'm afraid that's impossible. That was the last of the Luluria petals," the mayor said sadly.
"But... But we tried so hard..." Estelle whispered, almost in tears. She turned around to face the tree and walked towards it. Here it is.
"Please. Great Tree..." Estelle said to herself, her hands in a praying position. Estelle suddenly started glowing and white partials started to surround her.
"Estelle..." Yuri trailed. He looked like he wanted to say something but stayed quiet.
"Bloom..."
Light erupted from Estelle and beams of it surrounded the tree. All the dead and wilting flowers were somehow revived as all the hanging branches rose. I think I heard Karol say something but I couldn't hear it over all the noise that was being made. I think this constitutes as a light show.
Estelle collapsed to the ground, taking in heavy breaths a rate that probably wasn't healthy. I ran over to her and cast first aid, letting out a sigh of relief as her breathing went back to normal.
"Are you okay Estellise?" I asked when she looked like she could talk.
"Amazing..." Karol breathed out with a shocked expression.
"Is she using healing artes...? There's no way... and yet..."
While people were whispering among themselves two little kids ran up to Estelle and one yelled excitedly, "Yay! Yay! You're the greatest!"
"Thank you for making the tree of Halure healthy again!" the other yelled, sounding just as excited.
The mayor walked towards us and bowed as he said, "We owe you our gratitude. Thanks to this, our city can like once more..."
"W-what did I just...?" Estelle asked, sounding confused.
"You healed Halure's tree. You should be happy, I bet you'll be the talk of the town for quite a while," I said as I put my hand on her back to help her relax.
"...That was amazing Estelle. Can you get up?" Yuri asked as he walked over to Estelle.
I held out my hand to her and tried my best to support her as she stood up. I let go when she looked like she could stand and stretched a little. Did I mention Estelle is probably four inches taller than me? She is. At least I'm taller than Karol. Isn't he 4'5"? Geez he's short.
"Yuri!" Karol shouted excitedly as he high-fived Yuri. I'll admit it. That was cute-, I mean. OMG, SUCH KAWAII OMG!
"Flynn's gonna be so surprised to see the flowers blooming. Hah, that'll show him," Yuri said, sounding oddly excited.
"You and Flynn seem to have such a strange relationship. You are friends, aren't you?" Estelle asked.
"He's just someone I grew up with, that's all." Yuri replied while shrugging.
"Friends can be a term people use for many things. I personally use it as a greeting when Ashley is choking me to death, but someone else could use it differently. Then there are people who might not want to use the term friend. That's happened to me before. I think the term your looking for is, 'friendly rivalry"," I told Estelle.
"Really? I never knew that," Estelle said as if it was a foreign concept. Then again, it probably is to her.
"Friendly rivalry. That's probably the right term, but... Can I ask about the part where you say friend when Ashley is choking you to death?" Yuri asked me.
"When we were younger, I always gave hugs that purposely would be very tight. I used to have better upper body strength than her, but fifteenish years of fighting with sword let her build up a lot more upper body strength than I could. She's lucky I don't kick her, because then it would be the other way around," I said, only realizing my mistake after I said it.
"What do you mean when you were younger?" Yuri asked. Oh for f-, um, I did not almost swear.
"I mean what I said. When we were younger- oh! You must have thought I meant an age like twelve. I meant eighteen. Sorry, English isn't my best subject," I lied, probably sounding a lot calmer than I should. I actually meant eleven, but that's unimportant.
"Oh, I see. I was actually hoping you meant a younger age like that," Yuri replied.
"Why?" I asked. This could end up very good or very bad for me.
"Ashley had amnesia when she was younger and still hasn't recovered from it. I was hoping you might have known something," Yuri replied as he looked at a hill above our location. I didn't need to follow his gaze to know that he was looking at members of Leviathan's Claw.
"I would have told her if I had, now, we should probably go," I said as I motioned towards the hill back down to the exit of the town. The three nodded and went to the hill. When Yuri noticed I wasn't walking with, he turned around with a questioning look on his face.
"There's something I need to do," I said. He nodded and caught up with Estelle, Karol, and Repede.
10 years ago
"No. I. Hate. Tag," I grumbled. Let me explain.
Whenever I'm not trying to annoy someone, I spend time locked up in my room. It's not that bad. Yeager let me use/ was pretty much forced to let me use the small library the Manor of the Wicked had. Not to mention that I had modern technology to entertain me. Your ears ringing from silence? Baam! You can use an mp3 player. Want to binge watch YouTube videos? Baam! I got a Samsung tablet. Being alone wasn't too bad, but Gauche and Droite thought so.
"You always spend time alone! You have to do something!" That was Droite.
So that left me here, with the two sisters... My sisters... Trying to convince me to play tag with them. It was a weird feeling. I was an only child, so I never really had a nagging sibling, unless you count my dog. Most people would say it's awful but I rather liked it. Wow, am I that masochistic?
"No thank you. I like being alone inside. It lets me realize how the genetic lottery hates and loves me when I notice how pale I'm getting. After all, yellow plus pink equals white apparently."
I barely understood half of what I was saying, and I doubt Gauche and Droite did either. My mind wasn't in the right place right now. I was too busy trying to figure how I would deal with the stain that was left on my drawing when I dropped one of my open markers on it. Yes, this is what I worry about in life.
"If you don't walk, we'll drag you along whether you like it or not, and we'll both be it. Have fun running from us." That had to be Gauche, only she would say anything remotely close to something I would say.
"Have fun with that. I'm probably close to overweight so I'm not going to be a feather."
I'm not lying. I'm believe one sixth of a pound away from being overweight on the adult scale. Now, what was that in kilograms? I forgot the conversion method, ugh. Why can't America just use the metric system? Or call soccer football like the other 6.9 billion people in the world? Oh right, because we're Americans.
"You don't look like it. I think well built would be another word for it-"
"Yeah, that's what everyone says. I believe I'm in the 93rd percentile, in other words, I don't weight 80 pounds like what bmi says I should. Instead, because I'm not a twig, I get the doctor saying I went down in percentile. Doesn't that mean I was obese? Thanks for nothing doctor."
I really had no idea anymore where the things coming out of my mouth came from anymore. They were probably half rants to my Vietnamese friend who had to deal these problems too. I don't even know what my brain is thinking anymore.
"Sorry, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. Just pretend I haven't said anything for the past five minutes and that we've been sitting here in an awkward silence, mkay?"
"Okay..." That would be the two of them.
"Why can't we just tell embarrassing stories of lost love and boys? Don't all teenage girls do that now? Well, the stuck up ones anyway, so let's not do that, yes?" Help me, I have no idea what I'm saying anymore.
"Why not just tell embarrassing stories?" Droite suggested.
"Genius! That is perfect!" I yelled as I stood up on my bed point at her. I probably look stupid right now, but I don't really care.
"Would you like to start then?" Gauche asked.
"Um, sure. Can it be about someone else? Or can it be embarrassing slash funny stories?" I asked as I sat back down.
"Yes and yes," they both answered in unison. Geez, that's scary.
"You might not get this one, so save your questions until the end. A family friend of mine once went to the Soviet Union in 1989, and when I say Soviet Union, I mean what's now Ukraine. There was a problem went they wanted to get back home so they had to turn around and head back to their hotel. The people in the hotel asked why they were back and someone in the group my family friend was in had the great idea to say Ukraine declared independence from the evil Soviet Union. They told them that and apparently every started throwing Ukrainian flags out the windows while they were just sitting there thinking, 'oh, insert swear word here.' I told them. I can see the confusion all over their faces.
"Now, what's your first question because I know you have one?" I asked them. This is going to turn into a history lesson isn't it?
"What's the Soviet Union?" Gauche asked.
"Where to begin... My knowledge of history is limited so I could be wrong when I say this. The Soviet Union was a large country that was created after the fall of the Russian Empire. Let me just say, when I say large, I mean it spanned across two continents and was the largest country in the world large. It was made up of what is modern day Belarus, Ukraine, the Russian Federation, and probably some other countries I can't remember. It was based on a Communistic government, please don't ask what that means, and wasn't exactly the best place to live, heck, it was awful to live in a country under their control, just look at East Germany, and please don't ask what I mean by East Germany because that's a different discussion entirely," I said. I think that just made it worse...
"You know what? I have a better idea, why don't you two go?" I suggested.
"Yeah, I like that better, no offense. Droite, would you like to go?" Gauche asked her sister.
"Yep, this one's about Gauche!" Droite said smiling. Gauche legitimately looked scared when she said that. This will be good.
"When we first met Yeager, I can explain more later, Gauche was blushing so I told Yeager in these words exactly, 'My sister thinks you're hot.'" Droite said nonchalantly. I'm dying of laughter right now.
"What... was his... reaction?" I asked through my laughter. Gauche looks horrified right now, but this is just too funny to not laugh at.
"He just said, 'Does she now?', while smiling," she told me excitedly.
"Don't worry Gauche, I'm sure that there are many people that agree with you there," I said while patting her on the back. I might have managed to make her feel better if it weren't for the fact that I was still laughing.
"I doubt that," Gauche muttered. Well, I saw a fanart of Yeager on deiventart once. The comments were something along the lines of, "this is the face of sexiness", so no, your aren't the only one. Also, I may or not agree with their opinions as well. Cough, cough, I do, cough, cough.
"You really shouldn't. You haven't seen some of the scary things I have, like 4chan, and please, please, don't ask what 4chan is. If people can like that, then I'm pretty sure people can find Yeager "hot". So help me if Yeager heard any of this conversation," I said. Heh, so help me if he can read my mind.
"I think we'll all be in trouble if he heard us," Droite said shrugging.
"Now it's my turn. Why don't I tell the story of the stuffed rabbit?" Gauche said. I'm going to guess this is revenge because Droite looks horrified.
"What's wrong with stuffed rabbits?" I asked. I can already tell this is going to be weird.
"For me, nothing. But when we were younger, we had a stuffed bunny rabbit that Droite was afraid of. Every night when we went to sleep, I would have to hide it or she would start crying the second she saw it," Gauche explained. Yep, this is revenge.
"It looked horrifying!" Droite yelled in protest.
"Really? I think we still have it. I'll go get it," Gauche said smirking as she jumped off the bed and left the room.
"Was it really that bad?" I asked Droite.
She nodded furiously. Well, I think that counts as an answer.
After a few moments of silence, the door opened to reveal Gauche, who had her hands behind her back. Droite crawled behind me, looking extremely unhappy. Alright, I'm ready for the spawn of Satan! Come at me!
"It's not that bad, see?" Gauche said as she held up... How do I describe this? It's looks like the child of Barbie and Muk. I mean Muk the pokemon. By that I mean the one made of sewage.
"...I know a better hiding place," I said to Droite as I pulled her into the closet before locking the door closed.
"That thing is scary, and this is coming from someone who spends her life watching some weird things. That... thing, is on the level seeing a wolf demon chomping on the bloody inwards of its living prey scary, and I'm sorry for that description, but that's what it is," I muttered under my breath to Droite as I hugged my knees in the corner of the dark closet. Droite nodded in agreement with my statement as she crawled into the other corner.
"It's not that bad! Just look at it for long enough, then it'll look cute!" Gauche said, obviously joking.
"Geez, you're more of a sadist than I am! And I can manipulation 3rd graders into making stupid noises while hitting an older kid with me just laughing the whole time, and yes, I really have done that before!" I yelled at her while trying to find a blanket to cover myself with. My search was successful. I found four blankets and threw half of them at Droite.
"What does sadist mean?" Gauche asked, her tone clearing my mind of any doubt that she actually knew what it meant.
"Why don't you ask anybody in this guild what it means? They can describe it perfectly!" I called out before throwing the two blankets over my head, effectively covering my whole body from view.
"What does it mean?" Gauche asked randomly. Strange, I don't think anyone else is here, I think...
"It describes someone who takes pleasure in another person's pain." Never mind. Of course it would be him.
"Can I ask what all the yelling is about?" Yeager asked.
"The horrid abomination that Gauche has!" Droite responded, her voice muffled by what was probably the blankets that she had also covered herself in.
"You know what abomination means, but your sister doesn't know what sadist means?" I whispered to her. She responded with a shrugging noise.
"What abomination-, never mind..." Yeager trailed off, presumably after seeing the 'thing' Gauche was holding.
"There's still room in here if you want to hide," I offered him.
"No, thanks for asking though," Yeager replied.
"We're just going to hide in here for a few more hours if you don't mind," I said as I stuck my hand out of the blankets to see if there was anything else to use to hide. My fingers found some pillows that I used to make a small pillow fort around me. I may or may not have made a pillow fort in here before.
"Go ahead, dinner's in two hours if you get hungry, " Yeager responded before I heard the opening and closing of a door. Wait...
"...When did he walk in here?" I asked nobody in particular.
"Lucky for us, after the 'my sister thinks you're hot' conversation," Gauche said. I can imagine her face. She's probably laughing at us on the inside.
"So... When exactly did he walk in here?" I asked again.
"That, I don't know. Droite?" she responded. Droite let out a negative grunt. That's not a very reassuring answer!
"So he might have actually been in here for the 'my sister thinks you're hot' conversation...?" I asked.
"You know... He might have..." Droite replied.
"Well... Good thing he can't read minds than or I have a feeling we'd all be screwed over," I said as I heard the two sisters grunt in agreement.
"Also, if you get rid of that 'thing', we can hide in the closet together! How does that sound?" I asked Gauche as I took the blanket off my face.
"Alright. I promise I don't have the stuffed animal with me," she said as she opened the door. She held up the 'thing' and threw it in a corner so that I could see that she had done it. She closed the door behind her and settled down, demolishing my pillow fort in the process.
"Now then, who wants to discuss what we were thinking during that conversation even though Yeager might randomly appear in here again?" I was met with the same answer from both of them.
"HELL NO!"
Oh no, I'm screwed. They're starting to talk like me...
I sighed as I sat down in the office chair and stared at the paperwork in front of me. Having to deal with guild issues and those three was a hard enough job for a small army, let alone just one person. I would have to get through it though, just like any other obstacle, not that Rayne made it any easier.
I couldn't help but have the sneaking suspicion that Rayne had done something to my memories. As with anyone who had a Terra blastia, she had her own gift, and unfortunately, the only thing that prevented her from using it on me was that it apparently gave her a headache.
Rayne had been gifted with the ability to mess with people's memories, and if she felt like it, the perception of the world around them. It was rather unfair to me that she had been gifted with such a powerful ability, but life never really liked me did it? The only disadvantage that she had was that overuse of it could cause her severe headaches, and that she got even worse headaches from people with 'stronger' minds. She told me I was one of the people she couldn't use it on, but you can never know with Rayne, as she is quite manipulative. Not that I can talk I suppose.
Gauche and Droite never and Droite never caused a problem unless they decided to play a prank on someone, which was never often enough for me to get mad at them, and the victim of their pranks always took it well. Their training has also gone better than I expected. I suppose I'm feeling proud that they're as good they are
Then there's the matter of Milieu. Her training was going a little better than what I expected, but it still wasn't ideal. She always seems to mess up whenever I try to give advice, not that it helps that I can barely hold a five minute conversation with her. At least Gauche and Droite can talk with her. That's one field she succeeds in at least, getting younger kids to like her.
"Boss, mild problem," a subordinate says as he rushes in. I believe his name was Tyler. He's a good kid, I'm a little sad that he ended up wasting his life here.
"Ja, what is it?" I replied.
"There's a woman here who's demanding to see you. She won't leave and knocked out ten other members already," he said, sounding like he was trying not to aggravate me. I'm pretty sure I know who it is, and I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it.
"Let me guess. Blond hair, blue eyes, tall, and odd weapon choice, ja?" I ask even though I know the answer.
"Yes, how did you-"
"I'll take care of it," I cut him off as I stood up and walked out of the room.
Why must you always cause so much trouble? Then again, it would be odd if you didn't. After all,
You are my sister, Monika.
Just in case you couldn't tell, that last part was from Yeager's point of view. As much as I love him, I cannot, for the love of all those YouTube videos I've binge watched, figure out how he thinks. Not that you can figure out much from his limited time in the story. I suppose that I'm going to have to expand his personality quite a bit. Don't expect too many points of the story to be read from his view unless it's vital to the plot. In fact, don't expect many view changes at all except for plot points for that matter.
Also, I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling errors, but I haven't uploaded in so long, I just wanted to release it/not read this whole thing because it's 18,000 words.
