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"Hello" Talking

"Hello"Thinking

"Hello" Sacred Gear and etc. Talking

"Hello" Sacred Gear and etc. Thinking

'Hello' Sacred Gear names, Move names, messages

Chapter 0: The Prologue

Ladies and gentlemen we are now flying over Kuoh Town we will be landing very soon please do buckle in and thank you for flying with N.W.A.(1). Over the loud speaker, was the voice of the pilot manning the violet colored jumbo jet. "This may have been the best flying experience I've ever had. What other airline feeds there passengers fried chicken?" This thought came from a dark-skinned young man with a content look on his face. "The attendant was fond of you hatchling, not only did she give you the biggest piece, but she gave you two more after that." This thought came from within the head of the young man, it was a deep almost monstrous voice, but it was also regal and proper. This voice also had somewhat of a English accent to it. "She was pretty cute, if I see her again when this job is over I'll talk to her more" The young man replied to this deep voice. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You talk to her hatchling? If I remember correctly, you she called you handsome and the rest of the way here you were a stuttering mess." The deep voice reminds the young man. This young man becomes flustered and does his best to dismiss the statement. "S-Shut up you lizard I wasn't expecting her to be so forward, that was all. Either way it doesn't really matter, we came here because we have a job to do, everything else is a add-on that can wait." The mood changes and both individuals become silent, only a matching thought comes into their collective mindscape. "This client of ours may have the lead we have been looking for. So why am I so bothered by what he wrote to us?" The young man asked the deep voice rhetorically. He takes the moment of silence to look down at the letter that was sent to two days ago.

Greetings,

I am an anonymous client that would like to employ you for your unique skill set. I have had an eye on you for the past three years, and I am more than confident that this problem I am having can be solved by hiring you. Before I go any further; yes I know what you truly are. No I do not wish to cause you any trouble. I simply call upon your services because I have seen you handle issues of a supernatural variety. What I am requesting is that you keep a watchful eye on someone that is of great importance. Her name is Rias Gremory and she will be in need of aid from one such as you. All I ask is that you will make yourself available for when that time comes. Of course I would not insult you by requesting your services without an advance. Your mother was killed because her assailants thought she possessed the spirit of the Fire King. We both know that it was however you with that soul that lied dormant within you. She sacrificed herself to keep you safe, and you have sought vengeance ever since that day. I can point you in the right direction, but in order to get you there you must accept this job. If you do; in two days you will have a chauffeur drive you to the airport. Once at the airport she will give you a ticket, when you give this ticket to the employee you will say "I'm here on business with Mr. Morningstar." By that point you should have absolutely no trouble from that point on. More instruction will be given once you reach baggage claim. On the off chance that you choose not to take this job: throw away the paper, or burn it, or eat it. Do whatever it is you want to with it. I do hope you choose the former

Sincerely,

Your Anonymous Client

"It begs the question how he would have known I resided within you. More importantly, why would he keep an eye on us but never approach us?" "From what I can ascertain, he is someone powerful. You told me about the supernatural back when you introduced yourself to me. It's not farfetched to believe this client of ours has the ability to sense great power. At the very least he has someone that can sense it. As why he would only keep watch; it is likely that he didn't want to approach us and risk having to come against any hostility. We seriously need to work on our temper." "It is not a temper, we spent 3 years questioning every fallen, devil, or thug that was associated with them and every time we came up short! All that we ever got from them was a Donaseek or Dio!" "Regardless of what you want to call our episodes caused a lot of trouble and probably attracted more attention than we needed, but I guess those episodes got us this job in the first place. If our client could sense your spirit, then whoever killed mother could also do the same thing. So why not return when I'm my power was only growing? Why try to kill the fire king at all?" "When we answer a question, two more grow in its place. This client better have more answers for us when this job is done." With their internal exchange completed the plane has just landed.

In baggage claim after retrieving his luggage, the young man looks around the area to try and find the next the next set of instructions. He doesn't look much further when he comes across a gorgeous woman with silver hair and silver eyes. "Oh my Lord… Ash do you see the size of those things?" Unfortunately the young man's attention was not caught by the odd hair and eye color, but by the size of the assets connected to her. "Meh… they're nice, but I can't see her legs because of the maid outfit she has on." The now named Ash is clearly no better than the young man he is talking to. Both of them have degenerate tendencies, what a shame. "More importantly is the name she is holding in her hands." The name that she holds in her hands is Kenneth Nigel Jackson, the fixer/P.I. extraordinaire. Realizing this is clearly where the next set of instructions will be he walks over to the beautiful woman in a French maid outfit. Remembering the general phrase written on the letter the dark skinned young man greets the maid. "Hello I'm here on business with Mr. Morningstar." The silver headed woman looks at him for a second as if she was examining his body for any kind of weakness or opening. Her mouth curls upward into a small smile and gives a slight bow. "Welcome to Kuoh Kenneth-san, I hope that your flight here was no trouble. My name is Grayfia and I will take you to the house you will be staying in." the maid says to him while keeping constant eye contact with him. "No ma'am no trouble at all, I happened to enjoy the ride here in fact. I never thought I would get on a plane with a D.J. booth, I had so much fun!" Kenneth replied with a satisfied remark. "Good, my husband wanted nothing but the best for the man he is entrusting this job to. Let us not delay any longer, we will get you to the house you will stay in and there you will be debriefed on the details of your mission."

Later-

The new resident of Kuoh and the maid that met him at the airport have made it to the house that Nigel would be staying in. The house was a modest size, from the outside it could be seen to have a second story and was just as big. Just like all the other houses in the neighborhood. Both of them make their way into the house and the inside was simple looking as well. The living room had a chair, a couch, a coffee table, and a TV that was hung to the wall. Across the room he could see the kitchen connected to it. In the kitchen he sees a head of crimson red hair. The head of hair turns around and Nigel sees his face and also sees that he is wearing royal looking robes, with gray and gold armor on his chest and shoulders. "Kenneth-san, I'm glad you made it safely. Please sit I'm sure you would like to get down to business."

END

(1): Who remembers Soul Plane?

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