Because of the large size of their...interesting group, they decided to split in half. The group consisting of Ben, Sage, King, and Wannabe, went with Emilia to the loot house; whereas, the group consisting of Flubaru, Din, Wanless, and Argo, went to try and track down Reinhard.
The streets were busy, but countless rereads of arc one meant they knew the way to the loot house like the back of their hand. All the while, they knew the danger of that Elsa presented and chances of death were at an all time high.
Emilia was baffled; the four boys claimed to not be from Lugnica, yet their familiarity with its streets only made her more uneasy. They also claimed to know exactly who she was, where her insignia was and how to get it back, but Puck seemed confident they weren't ill-intended, so she would give them the benefit of the doubt.
The group was approaching the outskirts of the slums, squalor and ruin flooding their views as they reached the gates separating the beautiful cobblestone streets and the thick mud of the slums.
Small shacks formed shanty towns, residents stood outside conversing and smoking, looks of exhaustion and pain littered across their faces.
Emilia was utterly flabbergasted, she had no idea a place as dire as this existed in the wonderful capital of Lugnica.
"People really live like this,'' the half-elf muttered. "That's so awful, they must be sooooo tired of it all,'' she continued.
"Yeah," King replied. "Back in my hometown, they built places like this over the water,'' he reminisced, a mildly uncomfortable look running across his face as he realised just how sheltered the girl really was.
"Anyway," Ben spoke up. "They shouldn't bite, what are we waiting for, let's get this beautiful lady her insignia back''
Emilia blushed at the sudden remark, brushing it off as a joke. Nobody would find her beautiful after all.
''Yo Emilia,'' Sage whispered, ''i know you think he's joking, but he's not lol, hes a fucking menace when it comes to you'' he said confidently.
Emilia could only stutter out, "ooh..o...okay then..i guess''
The group strolled through the slums, their target in mind. The old, run down shack at the back of the slum, owned by a huge fuckin giant called rom, was where Emilia's insignia was, and they were prepared to fight to get it back to her.
They thought about what could be traded for the stolen item? Four phones, a pair of black AF1s, several joints, a handgun, a plastic carrier bag.
"Wannabe, give me your shoes," said Sage as they approached the door to the shithole loot house. The younger boy stared back at Sage with a dumbfounded look.
"Take your shoes off, motherfucker" said Ben, dead serious. "Get those dusty-ass, school-threat ass, hood-lookin ass shoes off and give them to me, you bitch''
A few moments later, the group walked up to the loot-house with a dejected looking Wannabe and a dusty pair of school-threat ass, hood-lookin ass shoes. King slammed his tiny boy hands against the nasty ass door, obviously frustrated that his companions who were all fuckin stupid.
"I need a smoke," he muttered to himself.
Hearing this, the big nasty giant man flung the door off of its hinges, excitedly pulling King inside:
''You want a smoke? I got some smokes for ya,'' the old man roared.
For a hot second, King perked up, the prospect of a good smoke exciting his tiny boy mind. However, the pure stare of death radiating from Ben instantly snapped him out of his weed-needing-trance.
"King, remember what we're here for, dumbass," Ben spoke sternly.
"Stop saying such vulgar words! You shouldn't be acting like such a hoodlum young man!" Ben could only clench his heart as Emilia berated him with a pout of disappointment, "Treat your friends with respect!"
"Yes, Lia," Ben apologised, "I'm very sorry."
Rom's crusty ass instantly dropped King, disappointed that he wasn't here for a smoke. Rom was the biggest stoner in Lugnica after all, he was always looking for someone to challenge his title.
Surprisingly, the first person to actually speak up was Wannabe, shouting:
''Oi you fuckin weird old man, ill give you my fresh kicks if you giove the silver haired bitch her little jewelery back, ya smell me''
"I smell ya, I smell ya from all the way over here," said Rom as he leaned in. "Ya need a shower yungun''
Wannabe sniffed his armpit, retorting: "Damn right I do, I stink man, but do you want these fresh Nikes or what?''
Silently, a short blonde-haired girl watched in awe from the corner, eventually strolling over to the short-ass American boy who stunk to high hell.
"Yo bro, what are those shoes? They lookin kinda creased man, idk if they're worth shit my brotha,'' stated the girl while glaring at an offended Wannabe.
"Yo, midget, that's kinda cringe bro,'' Wannabe spat, frustrated at the fact his prized shoes had been so thoroughly berated.
As he turned towards the door where the rest of the group snickered at him, the girl spoke up once again:
"The name's felt, the fuck you want?"
''Well actually,'' Emilia said. "You stole something precious from me, and i'd rather appreciate it if you returned it.''
The half-elf was now obviously frustrated. She needed this insignia, and the boy's dusty pair of school-threat ass, hood-lookin ass shoes apparently weren't enough to trade for it back.
Rom spoke out. "Got something else worth trading it for, little girl?"he asked as he leaned his dirty hands on the rustic bar.
Before she could speak, Ben spoke up:
''Bruh, why the fuck should she have to trade for it back lol, it belongs to her''
Before rom could speak, a scarcely-clad female figure strolled calmly through the door, muttering,
''That's because i'm a collector, and i really want this limited edition insignia for my collection'' she cooed.
Everyone's blood went cold from the familiar voice that haunted them. Too many times.
''Elsa''
Fin.