Authors notes: So I'm guessing by now if you've read any of my other stories, I like the "What if people from go to Remnant," idea. That I will not and never disclaim.
So this was an idea I had when I was getting ready to sleep and randomly thought of Fallout Shelter. You know that mobile game based on the Fallout franchises. Well that got me thinking, destroyed countries and the likes. Then I just thought "F it, Imma just make a fanfic with this idea and see where this takes me." So here I am, once again, making you a fan fic.
So this is Major Sargent Appah signing off.
Chapter 1- Bunker 21A, Chicago.
Bunker 21A Floor 2
"Evening class." An elderly man greeted, his hair gray from age, skinny frail arms and legs, using a cane as support. "I'd like to start off class with some cheer, does anyone know why?"
One hand rose from the forty eight students. Only five raised their hands. The one in the first row of people was a small girl with short brown hair, a bright smile on her face, she jumped up and down, hoping to be the one who got picked. Another was located in the back, a boy wearing a short sleeve hoodie covering his black hair, he gave off the impression of wanting to be left alone and having the minimum effort policy. In the dead center of the room was a girl with brown hair as well done into a bob cut, she didn't seem to give too much of an expression but one most students knew would do her work and didn't participate likes to be bothered. Next to her was her polar opposition, a boy with short blonde hair, known for not really doing his work, but never did his work on a consistent basis, not saying he wasn't smart, on the contrary, he, on test, some of the best marks. Lastly was another face who blended into the crowd, short brown hair, jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
"Hmmm," the teacher hummed, "Miss Carter, you seem eager."
The girl who stood, this was Lisanna Carter, the girl who was jumping up and down in her seat. "Today is Bunker 21A's anniversary, Mister Albert!"
The elderly teacher, whose full name was Gulius Albert, smiled. "Indeed. Today is our 129th anniversary." Everyone cheered for a small bit, some clapped, some whistled. But that was short lived. "Alright, alright everyone. Settle down, while today may be our anniversary it is also a day of remembrance." The cheers that were left quickly died down. "Yes, today's the day that one of the small fragments of humanity barely survived the creatures of the surface."
The creatures of the surface, a common name for the black monsters that roamed the ground of lush fields, forest, and seas. None knew where they had first come from, and to tell the truth, no one had ever tried to find out. Who would when everyone you knew was dying.
"Now, I'm sure you all are excited to know we will be starting our new unit in the early two thousands, the years of speedy technological evolution and soon the downfall of some of the oldest and most powerful world powers and the downfall of humanity." Most students let out a groan, while only a few just grabbed their textbooks and opened them up.
Bunker 21A Floor 9
"Evening Mom." Black hair covered his head, his green jacket covering his pale white skin. "It's the 129th anniversary and all the diggers plan to celebrate on floor four" he smiled. "Dad and Ein will be home today, and I can't wait."
The room was silent, no one would've been able to respond. Only the boy in the underground house.
This was Floor Nine, or the digger floor. The floor was only really known by one nickname, The Waste Floor. As each floor got lower and lower the worst things would be. At the end of the single digit floors was the closest people lived to the black creatures.
"Well, I hope you stay at rest Mom." the boy said, getting up with a smile. He moved over to a table, grabbing books and papers from his bag.
The door soon slammed open. Two older men walked through. Ein Halo and his father Markus Halo. "Guess who's back!" the older man rhetorically asked the lone person in the room. Him and Ein covered in dirt, from head to toe.
"Hey Dad, Ein." the boy greeted.
"Alex, what's with the lackluster greeting? Give your me and Dad some enthusiasm!" Ein yelled, Alex just chuckled at his brother theatrics, "Besides, we should be celebrating! Guess who found a massive vain today?! These guys!"
"Yeppo! We got a massive check too!" The father said, placing his hand over his eldest son.
Alex chuckled at them. "Congrats. Maybe we can celebrate together?" the three shared a smile. They all got up, today there was to be a celebration on floor four, the floor where most things such as clothes, toys, and other needs instead of wants were sold.
"Alex, was that ever a question?" The father asked with a smile, "Now excuse me. I need to clear my face and get changed as well, you boys better as well." Markus said to his children, "If you want to invite someone, do it now, and make it quick."
"Yes sir!" Both responded.
Bunker 21A Floor 4
"This place sure is nice." Markus said, looking at the decoration done everywhere.
"Yeah, it's nice," Alex said, "but it's cold." he held his green jacket closer to himself. "Why is this floor so cold?" Alex suddenly moved forward, feeling a hard slap to his back. "Hey!"
"Bro, you're always cold." Ein said, laughing at his younger brother. "Come on! I heard there's some prizes at some booths! Dad, you're coming with me!" Ein said yelling grabbing their father by the arm.
"Wait! Ein! Don't drag an old man!" Markus yelled as the two disappeared into the crowd, leaving Alex all by himself.
"Wait!" Alex yelled to them, but only fell on death ears. "Damn it." he cursed walking through the horde of people. He walked past stands, shops, people, and the few memorial boards listing the names of the diggers who died in expanding the fourth floor.
"Al!" someone called Alex. The pale boy looked over to an energetic girl from his class. Lisanna. "There you are! I was starting to think you weren't ever going to show up!" she turned around putting her a hand to the side of her mouth and a hand in the air, waving, "Guys! Al's over here!"
"No need to yell Lis, we're right here." A blonde boy said, walking next to two heads of brown. "Erin, you almost here?"
"Yeah yeah." Erin Sing, a boy who always wore a hoodie and almost always sleepy, said walking up to them. He gave everyone a grin, to everyone. "Yay, the gang's all here. I'll be the first to say, happy anniversary." He looked over to the pale boy, "Did think we'd see you here."
Alex smiled, rubbing the back of his head. "Dad and Ein found a big vein of some kind and we have some money to blow."
"Well glad for you to join us from the down-under." Erin gave Alex a good pat on the back. "Why don't we take a look?"
The five teens traveled to the fourth floor and all it's festivity. They had gotten food, played games, and ran into a few familiar faces.
"Mister Alber!" Lisanna ran up to their history teacher. "You're out with your family?" she asked, looking at those who were with him.
The elderly man gave a smile to the girl. "Yes." he looked down to a small girl he was holding the hand of, "This is my granddaughter. Nicole, this is my student, Lisanna Carter, say hello."
The small girl whose hand was in the elderly mans' looked at Lisanna, she didn't say anything while looking at the brown haired girl, her red hair covered one of her eyes, but soon the girl smiled.
"Hello." she said softly. Lisanna felt joy seeing the small young girl.
"Lis, why don't we stop bothering Mister Albert." the other brown haired girl of the group called over to her.
"No need Miss Harper. I see you have Mister Kevins with you as well." The elderly man looked at the brunette, Jessica Harper and the blonde, Edward Kevins. "Didn't think he'd be finished with his assignment."
Edward stopped. He tensed up and walked back into the safety of behind Erin, who offered him none.
"Erin! Don't leave me!" Edward yelled to his comrade.
"Oh, I'm not leaving you Ed. I just never was there." Erin said. "Sorry, we'll get him to finish his work before next class, Mister Albert."
"No, you're not." Jessica stated, "You do barebone minimum."
"It does work." Alex said, giving her a shrug. Jessica glared at him with a stare that could translate to, "You're not helping!" it was safe to say Alex now hid behind Erin.
"Will you two quit it?" Erin asked almost irritated, "Why do you keep going behind me?"
"Because you're not as scary as Jess." Edward said simply, peeking from Erin's left.
"And your Dad's a surface runner. And you're pretty tough." Alex added on, peeking from Erin's right.
"By that statement you should be doing that will Alex, and like I said get off!" Erin yelled.
To the side, Gulius, Jessica, Lisanna, and Nicole looked at the three boys bickering. Gulius smiled looking at his students. "You children sure are full of life."
Jessica and Lisanna both shared a smile. This was a moment they wished they could always hold onto, a moment where joy was all that was seen.
"I think it's time for me to take my leave." Gulius said, "You don't want to be bothered by an old man."
The two girls chuckled and looked over to their teacher. "You're no trouble, and definitely not a bother." Lisanna said, "Now, I think it's also our turn to move on, we also need to break these three up."
The four parted ways, the girls walked up to the three messing around. Alex was laughing like a mad man, running around avoiding Erin's arm, Erin's other held Edward in a choke hold.
"E-Erin. I give. U-Uncle, uncle!" Edward choked out.
"Not till I get Alex!" Erin yelled, another attempt to grab the pale boy missed.
"Will you three cut it?" Jessica asked the three. "You're acting like children."
The three finally stopped, everyone but Edward who kept on trying to tap out, Alex was being held by Erin by the back of his collar.
"But it's fun." Alex said. He turned to Edward, his face growing blue. "Um… Erin, Edward."
Erin did as told and looked. "Oh shit!" he yelled as he let Edward go. "Ed, you okay?!"
"Fuck you!" He yelled on the floor. Taken out of context, this would've been rude, and was, but all knew they could laugh about it. Edward got up rubbing his neck. "Jesus, that hurt." he then turned to Jessica, "Alex's right, it's fun. Unlike you, who's in a rush to grow up, I'm proud of staying young!"
Lisanna chuckled, "Yeah! We only have three years till we're all eighteen!"
"And say hello to being a doctor." Edward said.
"Baker." Lisanna added.
"Runner." Erin also added.
"Store clerk." Jessica commented.
"And goodbye to my lungs!" Alex added with an oddly upbeat tone about the destruction of lungs. "So, I say we enjoy our youth!"
"Yeah!" Everyone but Erin and Jessica cheered with gusto, while the two only gave monotone "Yuppies" and "Yays"
"Hey, Alex. Isn't that your dad?" Lisanna asked, looking at a bar. Two men were locked in an arm wrestling position, one of which was Markus. The other was a man in protective gear, the standard gear of surface runners.
"Wanna check it out?" Alex asked.
"Five coins say they're drunk." Jessica added.
"I'll gladly take that bet." Edward added.
"I'm in if this is about who's better diggers or runners." Erin added.
"Oh, that's a bet I'm taking now." Alex said.
"Ditto!" Lisanna said moving next to Alex. Everyone agreed and moved over.
The five looked over to the two grown men arm wrestling. The look on Erin's face dropped. "Shit…"
"Hey… I recognize that man!" Lisanna yelled, looking at the other man, "That's four star runner, Kelvin Sing!" she then turned to Erin, her Cheshire cat grin at full blast. "Why, does that name ring a bell?" she asked, teasing Erin.
"Erin." Alex stated, simpaly, "You owe me."
"Not yet!" Erin yelled, covering Alex's mouth. He turned back to the grown men, who had grown a crowd. "Come on Dad! Beat him! I bet money on this!"
The runner looked at his son for a moment, he had a confused look on his face, soon turning into determination.
"Go Dad! Kick that runner's but!" Alex cheered for his father.
"Give in Diglett! You know you can't beat a runner!" The runner, Kelvin, told Markus.
"Resorting to name calling?! I thought you were better at name calls then that, Kelvs." The digger said.
"Oh, I have much better, but children are present." he said, his devilish smirk appearing on his face.
The men and women cheering was split between the two grown men. "Ten on the runner!" and "My bet's on the digger!" was heard among the crowd.
Cheers rained outside the bar.
"Dad! Come on!" Both Alex and Erin yelled at once. At the end of their cry, everything came to a halt. The ground, wall, and ceiling. Everything shook, knocking everyone off balance. All the stands fell over, flipped, and the objects on shelves fell all over the ground.
Everyone one was in a panic. The danger of cave-ins was one everyone lived under, something older and higher floors feared. With the Earthquake like this, most figured it was foreshock. So when everything stopped, the first thing people did was scurry, heading to the first floor.
"Dad!" Erin and Alex yelled. The three others tried to stick close to them.
"Hold on!" Kelvin yelled, moving too the five teenagers.
The flood of people would worry anyone, if you fell or weren't fast enough, you'd be lost or trampled. The two adults managed to get through them, the flood of people made it hard to stay in one place.
"Where's Ein?!" Alex yelled, the yelling and pushing made it impossible to let anyone hear them.
"Don't worry about your brother! He left for the floor three a while ago! We need to get you out of here now!" Markus told them.
The five teens nodded. They knew what to do, head to the highest point and hope they didn't need to evacuate.
"This doesn't make any sense!" Markus yelled.
"The crowd of people? Or the size of that tremor?" Jessica asked.
"Why is the size of the quake important?" Lisanna asked.
"Back when the country was whole, and this was the state of- HEY WHO JUST TOUCHED ME!" Alex yelled out into the crowd, "The state of Illinois was known for only having up to what is called a 5.0 earthquakes and that was rare! That was not a 5.0!"
"Right! So having one in this state is abnormal!" Markus yelled.
The seven people in total moved through the sea of people. Slowly making their way to the first floor. Maybe things would be better closer to the surface.
Bunker 21A Floor 1
"What the hell do you mean 'We're losing power'?!" Yelled a man in a black suit.
"Exactly what it means." Another man wearing a similar suit only with a gear patch on his side, this was the head of power located on floor seven. "That nasty tremor caused a cave in where our main generator is."
"Then send the damn moles to dig it out!" The man in black yelled.
"We can't spare men." A man in a brown trench coat said, on his arm was a drill patch. "Firstly I'd prefer if you don't talk about the men and women who dug most of our home in such manner, and secondly they are already having their hands full with putting up supports and the steel doors so in the incident of those mister appearing, no one dies."
"Damn it!" The man in black turned to the last of the men in the room. "Paul, give me some good news and tell me that you have runners available."
Paul Polpov, a man who while shorter then all those in the room held the role of head of runners, signified by the crate patch on his gloves and jacket.
"Sir, while I do, most are either a part of the chaos outside this building, trying to keep order, helping the diggers, or on the surface keeping those things away from us." Paul informed.
"Well is Madison, Indianapolis, North or South Lansing saying anything?!" The man in black yelled.
"All have responded, and have all been hit by the quake, but most of the damage was taken by Madison." The man in the trench coat responded. "The others were able to feel the earthquake but it must've happened close to Madison. Most of its power was knocked out and are currently working on maintaining order."
"Send word to the others as soon as order is put back in place that we need to help Madison. In its current state trading with others will be harder for all of us." He said, annoyance clear in his tone, but having the rationality to put his priorities in check.
"Among other annoying things." Paul added. "George, Kyle, you think you can help with settling the people?"
George Bullmen, head of excavation, and Kyle Avid, head of engineering, both nodded. The two quickly moved out.
Paul then turned to the man in black. "Since communication is still up, try to get into contact with people from other Bunkers, maybe Bunkers 21B or One a Bunker 26 if they can help."
The man in black raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I supposed to be the one giving orders?"
Paul chuckled. "Yes, but you have a tendency of balancing too many things at once when you don't have a priorities list, so now you have your first things." Paul made his way to the door. "Good luck, Mayor Jackford."
The man in black, Mayor Jeffery Jackford, a man who wore all black with matching black hair and his strings muscular build made it easy for those who didn't know him to know who was in charge.
"Dad!" Ein called moving through the crowd of people.
The first floor was known for two major reasons, it was what supplies the entirety of Bunker 21A with food and for its sheer size, the only other floor that matched its size was floor nine.
"Ein!" Alex yelled waving his hands hoping his brother saw them.
"Turd pumpkin! Get over here!" Markus yelled.
That is what got his attention, not Alex, but his father referring to him as a turd pumpkin.
"Alex." Lisanna caught the pale boy's attention. "Why is everyone freaking out?"
"It's how humans react to danger Lis." Jessica said, it was plain and simple. "Like a stampede of wild bison."
"Those are like cows, right?" Lisanna asked, leaning to Alex, who gave her a soft nod.
"How long till things start moving?" Kelvin asked himself. "Son," he called Erin, "Odds are I will be called over to help maintain a semblance of order," he turned to Markus, "fine if I leave him with you?"
Markus shrugged. "I've already watched two children, what's not a few more?"
"Attention!" Someone's voice cut through the yelling, screaming, and talking in general. "All free runners and diggers! Please report to your respective base on floor one! Again! All free runners and diggers report to your respective base!"
Ein, who only recently arrived, let out a sigh. "Great." He said, rolling his eyes. "Dad, I'll go. Watch the others!" Was all he said before him and Kelvin disappeared into the crowd.
Bunker 21A Floor 10
Floor ten, the sole floor with no business or people who'd live there. The floor was responsible for sewage storage and had the highest risk of breach. Breach from the monsters that borrowed underground, since floor ten lacked much protection.
"Get that steel gate up faster!" Yelled the foreman, the diggers used their equipment to help bring the doors up.
At the other end of the long tunnel the small red and white could be seen. The small amount of runners and diggers who weren't putting the gate up were fixated on keeping them back.
The one leading the men close to the black beast was a runner holding a sword in his left hand, a long sword with a hook at the end of it, on his right hand was a blocky shield, roughly half the size of his torso. Close by to the head was one of the diggers, on her back was a large battery, her left hand covered by a small yellow grab bucket, and her right fist covered by a large drill.
"Why are these things so riled up? You'd think they would be alright with earthquakes." The runner said, holding his stance.
"That isn't it." the woman to his left said, "Most of us have been working this job for a few years and learn how things act down here."
The man in the front, "Then what?"
"We usually have to move out whenever caverns happen." She said, one of the black monsters ran at her using the yellow arm extension to pin down the centipede like creature and used the drill to take it out. "Whenever some kind of incident happens those things show up."
"Then what? Sounds like you're the ones disturbing them!" yell the man, blocking another one of them.
"No, they appear after. Whenever we have a large cabin with little fatality one or two may show up, but on the opposite side, when something like detonator goes off claiming a few dozen men with little damage to the ground or earth, those things come in swarms." she commented, taking another out.
"So, what are you getting at?" the man asked.
"What I'm getting at is, the panic people are making is taking them one place." she lifted her drill arm up. "The place with the most people."
"Floor one." he said.
"Exactly." she said. She turned back to the others. "Everyone! Fall back! The gate is about done, we have to set the others up on the higher floors!"
The men and women said yes or just moved on, the two in the front made sure things went smoothly.
"Get this thing off me!" someone yelled.
Both turned their heads. It was a young boy, unlike the other digger, his gear only had a single excavation bucket on his right hand nothing placed on his left.
The girl rushed to the young male pinning the centipede like creature on its back. The runner slashing its stomach open, letting it disappear into nothingness.
"Kid." the digger stared down at the younger digger on the ground. "Why are you here with just that? Where is your partner?"
The younger didn't speak but pointed back to the gate. The senior excavator just clicked her tongue. "Get up, we still got a job to do."
The younger digger got up and rushed to the gate.
"You sounded rough on the kid." the runner commented.
The excavator just sighed. "If I was, it wasn't directed at the kid, but whoever was supposed to be his partner."
"Partner?" he asked.
The two kept walking to the gate. "Rookies have a partner system, saw his gear? It only had the bucket, it's like that for safety. Usually we train on one on the bucket and the other on the drill, that way it's safer and they get used to the weight faster."
"Makes some sense." The runner said, rubbing his black hair. "We need to keep going. The sooner things finish up the sooner we get to cleaning things up."
"Sure Hughes." The digger commented to Dove Hughes, a two star runner.
"Aw, no need to be so formal with me Rookie." he said with a smile, only to be stopped when pointed at drill point by a blonde annoyed Rook Levinson.
"I can turn this thing on, and they won't bother trying to find a body." she commented.
"You're no fun." Patrick commented going through the door.
"And you're not smart, I guess we both aren't perfect." Rook commented. "Look, I need to chew someone a new ass, keep things going till I get back."
Patrick gave her a salute. "Yes ma'am."
Remnant- Easter Saunus
"It seems something indeed troublesome has arisen." A man in his middle age said, looking at the light pillar of light located on top of a large mountain which was part a small island close to the coast of Saunus.
"Yes, but we need to act." Both of us looked at the island. "And soon too." The Grimm started to focus on the pillar of light, some even close enough they'd be there in a few minutes.
A small smile appeared on the gray haired man's face. "Bring Leo and Theodore on the line, I'm sure they wouldn't mind having a our students meet a bit sooner than expected."
"Ozpin, what are you planning?" The general asked.
"An investigation." Ozpin said simply.
Welp! The first chapter is done! So I know, "RWBY, Welcome to the Bunker Town" isn't the best title, and plan to change it.
SO let's talk a bit about characters!
First, I'd like to talk about our teen group! I'd like to start things off by talking about my favorite to write about, which is Lisanna! I honestly like the way I have her personality type, which is the bubbly type of girl, like Nora, but less breaking legs. I'd like to imagine her also using a hammer in the story, but not like other Remnant type weapons! Next Erin, I'm a bit of an Erin where I have a minimum effort policy, it gets me through school and works. Honestly when thinking about him I usually associate him with Aizawa, from My Hero Academia. For him I see using the standard runner gear, which if you want reference for, look up Jet from Avatar, his swords. Alex is someone who I purposefully right as "Pale" because of his living conditions, he lives in a excavation type family, which live pretty far underground, his blood flow isn't exactly the best, which is also why I mentioned his lungs, so I'd like to see him get better so he can uses the standard excavation gear in combat. Next is Jessica and Edward. Those two I am not ashamed to say they will be like my Renora! Those two I want to share a weapon, maybe like spears!
Something I'd like to address here! The story will try and follow each of these guys a good even amount when I'm not focusing on one.
Those guys in charge aren't going to be too important right now, but will be more later. As for Markus and Kelvin, those two I'd like to add more too. I imagine them as drinking buddies, who eventually become either become a pain for staff, or just end up fighting. Ein I'm not too sure for, but I do want to have something with him, not to be sure of what yet. Lastly for characters are Dove and Rook. Those two, I'll admit have a bit of a past, and if you guys caught the hint from their names, it isn't exactly the best from their history. (Oh and if anyone wondering about Dove's last name Hughes, I did take that from FMA)
Next I'll elaborate on what star runners are. Runners have a seven star runner system, no stars who are just plain rookies. A one star is typically given when you've lived for more than half a year. Two and three are the same, but the living system ends there. Four and five are earned through great deeds, like being the last man standing after a Grimm invasion for example. Lastly six stars are given for those who have achieved four or five stars and got lost on the surface, and didn't come back with everyone (If there was anyone left)
Now is that all?
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What? It's not? You say you want to know why Kelvin and Markus got into a fight? Fine…
Omake- Drunk Dads
Bunker 21A Floor 4
"A toast to another good year!" a foreman yelled, a foot on his chair the other on the table.
"YAY!" they all cheered, Markus wrapped an arm around Ein, both held their mugs up into the air, cheering along with everyone else.
"Get your dirty ass foot off my table!" The barkeep yelled at the foreman.
All the men laughed, their foreman was the type of person who took no shit and spat it out just as well, so when they saw him berated by the small barkeep it would make them laugh, even more so when he sunk back into his seat.
"Damn, he's such a push over drunk." Markus chuckled, his face a slight tint as well.
"Yeah, but he's fun to be with when drunk." Ein commented, taking a small sip from his mug.
"What does that mean?!" Markus yelled at his son. "Am I not fun to be with?!" he asked, grabbing hold of his son.
Ein pushed his father away from him, "You become like this." he stated. "Assuming you're sober enough to remember this, I'm going to meet up with some friends on floor three."
Markus nodded. "Alright." He said stoically, "Just be sure if you do meet someone, use protection, don't give me grandchildren just yet."
Ein stopped, he was in the middle of getting up, but he just stopped. "Dad!" He yelled at his father. "These are my guy friends! You shouldn't assume things like that!"
"Oh…" Markus let out a sound of understanding, "Didn't know yo-"
Ein put his hands over his father's face. "Finish that sentence and Alex wont have both parents." He removed his hands, freeing the man's mouth. "And shouldn't you say that stuff with Alex?"
"But Alex has that Lisanna girl following him, I mean him and Ein or Edward is an idea, but…" He trailed off.
Ein just sighed moving away. "Not what I meant and I think I need to clear my head, maybe some water, yeah…" Those were his last words before disappearing into the sea of people.
"Wait! Ein, drink with me more!" Markus said to the doorway that his son exited from. "Meanie."
"Can't blame the boy." Someone from over his shoulder said. Markus turned his head, looking at the one who spoke. Black hair, two swords to his side, stood over six foot.
"Oh, it's the scavenger boy, Kelvin Sing." Markus commented.
"Yeah, nice seeing you too Markus." Kelvin said. "Yo, get me whatever this drunk guy has!" he called over.
"What do you want?" Markus asked. "Let me wallow in my own peace."
Kelvin just chuckled. "But where's the fun in that? Annoying you is so much better." Kelvin got his drink and took a sip, "So, what is it? Why are you acting like an idiot?"
"My son won't listen to me about not having grandchildren too young." Markus said, "Then he said he was going with his guy friends, so I thought that was innuendo, he left after saying how I should save my talks for Alex, though, I just don't see why he would get with anyone other then that Lisanna girl, I mean his other friend Edward isn't bad, so is your son, but Lisanna follows him like a puppy."
Kelvin just looked at Markus. His look was a mixture of confusion and disappointment. "You really are an idiot." Markus tilted his head. "He might've been talking to the early grandkids." the look of understanding showed as soon as he opened his mouth. "On another note, my son is way better than your youngest!"
Markus got out of his little trance, hearing his son get insulted was something that snapped him out. "Whatcha say, speedy?"
"Said my son's way to good for your boy." Kelvin said, getting closer to Markus.
"We're taking this outside now." Markus demanded.
"We aren't fighting." Kelvin said, still sitting down, drinking from his mug.
"We ain't fighting." Markus clarified. "We are settling this like men," he started rolling up his left sleeve, "with arm wrestling."
A glint appeared in Kelvin's eyes. "You should've just said."
There YA HAPPY! I wanted them to be doing something stupid, so there!