p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"span style="font-size: large;"Chapter 18/span/span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Until they got the word, the party had to stay in the fortress./span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Fallen)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"While Fallen, Vanessa and Zelkova didn't know what to do to pass the time, this being an absolutely different kind of place for them, Bereit explored the whole place, Scharf did some weapon inspection, assisting in any way he could, and Imbir looked at some of the weapons they were building, fascinated by the detail and work that was put into them./span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Zelkova laughed, looking at the three scatter, as if they were kids in a candy shop. "They all seem to share a similar curiosity."/span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, Bereit's curious of everything. The other two are probably gun nuts." Vanessa said, placing her hands behind her head. "But to be honest, it's kind of nice for a change. To see them all interested and curious, rather than being all serious and stuff, you know?"/span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Zelkova nodded. "Indeed. Perhaps they'll come out of this more positive and energized."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen looked at everyone, finding what Vanessa said to be true. It was nice to see them all relaxed and curious, rather than the way they always were. All cool-guy and tough. She smiled. "Maybe we should take a look around too. We could learn a thing or two." She suggested./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Vanessa smiled back. "To be honest, it's better than just sitting around and doing nothing." She agreed./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen nodded. "Then let us explore." She said, as she walked to the elevator, Vanessa and Zelkova followed her. They went to the elevator, everyone standing inside. Before she pressed any of the buttons, she saw a small reference sheet, that showed which floors were accessible./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The sheet showed each floor number, and what level of 'Clearance' you needed to enter it. The first, second and third floors were accessible by everyone, but beyond that, you needed level 2 or more of clearance. She pressed the button for the second floor, the elevator door closing./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Wow... the security here is impressive." Vanessa said, with an impressed tone of voice. "The most we had for security for the shop was my dad and that lazy bloodhound."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I take your father was enough to keep it from being robbed?" Fallen asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"He defended it like it was his own kid." Vanessa said, laughing a bit. "Funny to say that, considering I ran off with a bunch of killers."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"To be perfectly honest with you, Vanessa. Your reason was understandable." Zelkova spoke./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I get that, but I felt bad when I ran off. And... scared. The fact I was running off to a bunch of lowlifes." Vanessa explained. "And then that's when Bereit and Imbir came along. They got me out of there." Vanessa added, with a smile. "So, in a way, I owe them both. For changing my path."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"We all owe Bereit in a way. He's a good person. Though..." Fallen had a puzzled expression on her face, the elevator then reached the second floor. "I feel like he's hiding something. That magic of his. He uses it so... sparingly."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"A person walked in the elevator, the three walking out, Fallen excusing herself to the man. "I never met anyone that uses magic like he does."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, that is true. If I had magic like that, I'd blast anything in my way." Vanessa said. "Maybe there's a catch to magic, you know?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well..." Fallen paused for a moment. "Summoning does take some energy out of me. Maybe his magic is similar. He gets more exhausted the more he uses it." Fallen theorized./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I guess that would make sense. Why don't we just ask him?" Vanessa suggested./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It's most likely personal. Or something he would rather be kept a secret. Don't you think he would tell us about it if it wasn't so?" Zelkova pointed out./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I guess." Vanessa said, scratching her head. "Who knows. He might tell us eventually."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Until then, we don't mention it." Fallen said. "We all have our secrets."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Bereit)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Okay, okay! You don't have to push!" Bereit said, looking at the man with the black patted armour./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The shooting range is for people with at least a level two clearance. You have no clearance what-so-over." The man explained./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Oh come on, I was only watching." Bereit pointed out, turning to the man./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Rules are rules." He clarified./span/p
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p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit sighed. "Fiiiiiine." He was really enjoying seeing those weapons tested, but of course, someone had to spoil his fun. But, the man was right. Rules are rules. He just wanted to watch at the very least./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So, to find a different way to pass the time, he looked around, seeing Scharf was helping with some weapon inspections, seeing him putting guns apart and then putting them back together. He walked to get a closer look, seeing all sorts of parts all over the table./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm impressed." Scharf said to the group of scientist./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It isn't an easy task, but we do what we're paid to do." One of the scientists said, just being modest./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'd imagine it isn't easy." Scharf agreed. "You're allowed to supply others with these kind of bullets?" He asked, out of curiosity./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"No. Only we can use these." The scientist answered. "With what we use to enchant them, in the wrong hands they can be altered to do worse things. Even damage the very soul of a man."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"How ass backwards is it that scientists are magically enhancing weapons?" Bereit pointed out./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Enchanting, is just the word we use for it. We'd explain, but it's a very complicated process." The scientist explained, turning his head to Bereit./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I've got all day./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I'll leave it at that. ====/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It does sound complicated. I'll leave it at, 'Sacrificing souls for stronger bullets.'" Bereit said, the last bit being sarcastic./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist raised an eyebrow, not sure how to respond to what Bereit had just said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Do you take requests, by any chance?" Imbir said, suddenly coming from behind Bereit./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Depends on what this 'request' is." The scientist clarified./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir dropped his gun right on the table, the scientist having a puzzled look on the design of his gun. "You think you can make enchanted bullets for this?" Imbir asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist placed his hand on his chin, thinking on what he was asking for. "You've got any normal bullets?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir reached into his bag and placed one of the plain bullets, the black, sharp bullet./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist took it in his hand and inspected it. "Where do you find bullets of this calibur?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Handmade bullets. About the same width of that of a 40mm grenade. But with my gun, they're bullets." Imbir explained. "You could say it's overkill, but with the strange monsters we've come into contact with as of late, I would say we could use all the firepower we can get."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist looked at it, having an intrigued look on his face. "Do you mind if I keep your firearm with me while I try to see what I can do for you?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir shook his head. "By all means."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Thank you. It will take some time, so in the meantime, feel free to do as you please. But please, try not to cause any trouble." The scientist insisted./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit quietly scoffed, thinking that he was implying him as well./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You have nothing to worry about." Imbir said, as he then walked away, heading for the elevator./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist inspected his firearm. "A strange weapon indeed, but it's nothing I can't handle."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit looked at Imbir, and then back at the scientist. "Hey, I'm gonna check on Imbir. Something doesn't sound right with him."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Scharf had a bit a confused expression. "You think so?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm not sure, but he sounds... different." Bereit said. He then followed Imbir, to the elevator, Imbir just about to close it. He hurried up the stairs, stopping him in time./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Is something wrong?" Imbir asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I should be asking YOU that." Bereit answered. "You sounded like you're preparing for a purge back there."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir sighed, placing a hand on his hip. "I guess I'm losing my touch with hiding it." He whispered to himself./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So there IS something wrong then." Bereit repeated./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir nodded. "Though, we have to keep it to ourselves. Fallen, Vanessa and the others. If the P.I.I know, we might as well just consider ourselves no longer teamed up with them."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So what's the issue?" Bereit asked, getting a little impatient./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I realize now that how they make their enchanted bullets is through the magical properties of Mythril. And you said that they had a Mythril mine at that prison, right?" Imbir explained, knowing he would catch on./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It took Bereit a few seconds, before he had a shocked expression. "Oh crap." He realized./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Though, they can always supply themselves with it, but they had a supplier, which made it easier for them. But now, they have to mine it and deliver it themselves. I doubt they'll appreciate that it was your actions that did it." Imbir explained again./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, I didn't think about it that way. Don't point the blame to me." Bereit said, furrowing his brows./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm not doing that, I'm just implying that this was our fault. And if we want them to stay on our side, we're gonna need supply them again." Imbir said, eyeing the floor level for a moment./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"And what do you want us to do? Deliver it ourselves?" Bereit said, not sure on what to do./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"We find people who are willing to do so. It won't be an easy task, but they're all we have in terms of allies." Imbir explained./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You have point. I'm just not sure who we could find." Bereit said, scratching his head./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Maybe during our travels, we'll come across some people who are willing to supply them." Imbir said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit nodded. "Yeah. I'll think on it."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"emstrongNew side Quest/strong/em: Mythril Supplying/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The door then opened up, finding that they were in the cafeteria floor. They both walked in, Bereit sniffing the air. Whatever it was, it smelt amazing. "Hot damn! What are they making?" Bereit said, excited to know what they were making. As soon as he walked forward, he stopped immediately nearly bumping into someone. "Oh, sorry." He apologized, walking around the person./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir did the same, still following Bereit. But the sight of Fallen's purple hair caught his attention, seeing she was sitting with Vanessa and Zelkova, around other members. Normally, he was nervous about Fallen getting into trouble around here, but it seemed she was doing just fine. Maybe he really does have nothing to worry about right now./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit stood by the long line, hoping he could get something to eat. Maybe it was a rule that you had to be apart of the P.I.I to have something, but Bereit didn't think they would go that far./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Fallen)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So those Divines things are real?" The black haired one asked, stirring his spoon around his soup./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen nodded. "Yes. Very real. I'm surprised you're asking, considering you work for a paranormal group."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I do believe it, but I wanted to hear it from an actual Summoner." He clarified./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'd imagine it's a pain to go for them all, if you want to be the best of them." The blonde one spoke./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It's a journey, yes. But with the Guardians I have... it makes it all better to travel with them." Fallen said, with a smile on her face./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"They sound like nice people. Wish we had people like that here." The blonde one said, with a slight grin./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen had a slightly confused expression. "You don't have nice people here?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde shook his head. "Not that, I mean people who know more than how to aim a gun and pull the trigger. People that actually can fight a ghost naturally."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen wasn't sure what to say to that. "I mean... at least you have something, right?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I get that, it's just... one day, it won't be enough." He explained. "We're gonna need more than just a few guns."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So you're afraid of being overwhelmed?" Fallen asked. "By the unknown?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde looked at her, with a surprised expression. "Well..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, you're totally right. He's just too scared to admit it." The black haired one spoke up./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde sighed "Yeah... the idea of anything paranormal taking my dead body... or my own soul... it scares me. Like death isn't scary enough as it is..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Hey, listen." Fallen said, getting the blonde's attention. "Just remember what you fight for. We all have a reason. Remember what it is you care for. And with that in your head, you'll fight to your dying breath. And for all you know, that thought is what could save your life." Fallen sat back, looking at Bereit at the line, seeing he was chatting with other people. "I know he always does."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde paused, thinking about what Fallen had just said. "Wow... that was so deep it makes the ocean look shallow."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Okay, now you're just being a kiss-ass." The black haired one said, raising an eyebrow./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde blushed a bit, scratching his head. "Well, it's more of being polite, really."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen then stood up, swinging her legs over the bench. "I'll see you guys later." She said, despite leaving a plate with some food left on her plate. She then approached Bereit, tapping his shoulder./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Bereit)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit felt a tap on his hand, turning to see that familiar purple hair. He looked down at Fallen, and smiled. "Yo." He simply said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen laughed a bit. "I see you arrived to the cafeteria, to find the food before you found me." She joked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, a man's gotta eat when a man's gotta eat." Bereit said, in a slight excited tone of voice./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You're that hungry already?" Fallen asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit shrugged playfully. "You know me."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen couldn't help but giggle at that. She really did feel like she knew him. Like a friend should./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Just then, there was a small jingle coming from the speakers. "The newcomers, please report to the main gate to the fortress. An anomaly has been sighted and your assistance is required."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit sighed. "Aww... and I was just about to get my food..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You can get it later. We're needed." Fallen said, her tone suddenly serious./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit nodded, disappointingly putting his tray down and heading to the elevator, as did Imbir./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Save your game up to this point?/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yes/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"No/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Until they got the word, the party had to stay in the fortress./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Fallen)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"While Fallen, Vanessa and Zelkova didn't know what to do to pass the time, this being an absolutely different kind of place for them, Bereit explored the whole place, Scharf did some weapon inspection, assisting in any way he could, and Imbir looked at some of the weapons they were building, fascinated by the detail and work that was put into them./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Zelkova laughed, looking at the three scatter, as if they were kids in a candy shop. "They all seem to share a similar curiosity."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, Bereit's curious of everything. The other two are probably gun nuts." Vanessa said, placing her hands behind her head. "But to be honest, it's kind of nice for a change. To see them all interested and curious, rather than being all serious and stuff, you know?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Zelkova nodded. "Indeed. Perhaps they'll come out of this more positive and energized."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen looked at everyone, finding what Vanessa said to be true. It was nice to see them all relaxed and curious, rather than the way they always were. All cool-guy and tough. She smiled. "Maybe we should take a look around too. We could learn a thing or two." She suggested./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Vanessa smiled back. "To be honest, it's better than just sitting around and doing nothing." She agreed./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen nodded. "Then let us explore." She said, as she walked to the elevator, Vanessa and Zelkova followed her. They went to the elevator, everyone standing inside. Before she pressed any of the buttons, she saw a small reference sheet, that showed which floors were accessible./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The sheet showed each floor number, and what level of 'Clearance' you needed to enter it. The first, second and third floors were accessible by everyone, but beyond that, you needed level 2 or more of clearance. She pressed the button for the second floor, the elevator door closing./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Wow... the security here is impressive." Vanessa said, with an impressed tone of voice. "The most we had for security for the shop was my dad and that lazy bloodhound."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I take your father was enough to keep it from being robbed?" Fallen asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"He defended it like it was his own kid." Vanessa said, laughing a bit. "Funny to say that, considering I ran off with a bunch of killers."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"To be perfectly honest with you, Vanessa. Your reason was understandable." Zelkova spoke./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I get that, but I felt bad when I ran off. And... scared. The fact I was running off to a bunch of lowlifes." Vanessa explained. "And then that's when Bereit and Imbir came along. They got me out of there." Vanessa added, with a smile. "So, in a way, I owe them both. For changing my path."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"We all owe Bereit in a way. He's a good person. Though..." Fallen had a puzzled expression on her face, the elevator then reached the second floor. "I feel like he's hiding something. That magic of his. He uses it so... sparingly."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"A person walked in the elevator, the three walking out, Fallen excusing herself to the man. "I never met anyone that uses magic like he does."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, that is true. If I had magic like that, I'd blast anything in my way." Vanessa said. "Maybe there's a catch to magic, you know?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well..." Fallen paused for a moment. "Summoning does take some energy out of me. Maybe his magic is similar. He gets more exhausted the more he uses it." Fallen theorized./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I guess that would make sense. Why don't we just ask him?" Vanessa suggested./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It's most likely personal. Or something he would rather be kept a secret. Don't you think he would tell us about it if it wasn't so?" Zelkova pointed out./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I guess." Vanessa said, scratching her head. "Who knows. He might tell us eventually."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Until then, we don't mention it." Fallen said. "We all have our secrets."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Bereit)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Okay, okay! You don't have to push!" Bereit said, looking at the man with the black patted armour./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The shooting range is for people with at least a level two clearance. You have no clearance what-so-over." The man explained./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Oh come on, I was only watching." Bereit pointed out, turning to the man./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Rules are rules." He clarified./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit sighed. "Fiiiiiine." He was really enjoying seeing those weapons tested, but of course, someone had to spoil his fun. But, the man was right. Rules are rules. He just wanted to watch at the very least./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So, to find a different way to pass the time, he looked around, seeing Scharf was helping with some weapon inspections, seeing him putting guns apart and then putting them back together. He walked to get a closer look, seeing all sorts of parts all over the table./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm impressed." Scharf said to the group of scientist./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It isn't an easy task, but we do what we're paid to do." One of the scientists said, just being modest./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'd imagine it isn't easy." Scharf agreed. "You're allowed to supply others with these kind of bullets?" He asked, out of curiosity./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"No. Only we can use these." The scientist answered. "With what we use to enchant them, in the wrong hands they can be altered to do worse things. Even damage the very soul of a man."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"How ass backwards is it that scientists are magically enhancing weapons?" Bereit pointed out./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Enchanting, is just the word we use for it. We'd explain, but it's a very complicated process." The scientist explained, turning his head to Bereit./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I've got all day./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I'll leave it at that. ====/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It does sound complicated. I'll leave it at, 'Sacrificing souls for stronger bullets.'" Bereit said, the last bit being sarcastic./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist raised an eyebrow, not sure how to respond to what Bereit had just said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Do you take requests, by any chance?" Imbir said, suddenly coming from behind Bereit./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Depends on what this 'request' is." The scientist clarified./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir dropped his gun right on the table, the scientist having a puzzled look on the design of his gun. "You think you can make enchanted bullets for this?" Imbir asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist placed his hand on his chin, thinking on what he was asking for. "You've got any normal bullets?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir reached into his bag and placed one of the plain bullets, the black, sharp bullet./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist took it in his hand and inspected it. "Where do you find bullets of this calibur?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Handmade bullets. About the same width of that of a 40mm grenade. But with my gun, they're bullets." Imbir explained. "You could say it's overkill, but with the strange monsters we've come into contact with as of late, I would say we could use all the firepower we can get."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist looked at it, having an intrigued look on his face. "Do you mind if I keep your firearm with me while I try to see what I can do for you?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir shook his head. "By all means."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Thank you. It will take some time, so in the meantime, feel free to do as you please. But please, try not to cause any trouble." The scientist insisted./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit quietly scoffed, thinking that he was implying him as well./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You have nothing to worry about." Imbir said, as he then walked away, heading for the elevator./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The scientist inspected his firearm. "A strange weapon indeed, but it's nothing I can't handle."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit looked at Imbir, and then back at the scientist. "Hey, I'm gonna check on Imbir. Something doesn't sound right with him."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Scharf had a bit a confused expression. "You think so?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm not sure, but he sounds... different." Bereit said. He then followed Imbir, to the elevator, Imbir just about to close it. He hurried up the stairs, stopping him in time./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Is something wrong?" Imbir asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I should be asking YOU that." Bereit answered. "You sounded like you're preparing for a purge back there."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir sighed, placing a hand on his hip. "I guess I'm losing my touch with hiding it." He whispered to himself./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So there IS something wrong then." Bereit repeated./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir nodded. "Though, we have to keep it to ourselves. Fallen, Vanessa and the others. If the P.I.I know, we might as well just consider ourselves no longer teamed up with them."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So what's the issue?" Bereit asked, getting a little impatient./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I realize now that how they make their enchanted bullets is through the magical properties of Mythril. And you said that they had a Mythril mine at that prison, right?" Imbir explained, knowing he would catch on./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It took Bereit a few seconds, before he had a shocked expression. "Oh crap." He realized./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Though, they can always supply themselves with it, but they had a supplier, which made it easier for them. But now, they have to mine it and deliver it themselves. I doubt they'll appreciate that it was your actions that did it." Imbir explained again./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, I didn't think about it that way. Don't point the blame to me." Bereit said, furrowing his brows./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'm not doing that, I'm just implying that this was our fault. And if we want them to stay on our side, we're gonna need supply them again." Imbir said, eyeing the floor level for a moment./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"And what do you want us to do? Deliver it ourselves?" Bereit said, not sure on what to do./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"We find people who are willing to do so. It won't be an easy task, but they're all we have in terms of allies." Imbir explained./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You have point. I'm just not sure who we could find." Bereit said, scratching his head./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Maybe during our travels, we'll come across some people who are willing to supply them." Imbir said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit nodded. "Yeah. I'll think on it."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"emstrongNew side Quest/strong/em: Mythril Supplying/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The door then opened up, finding that they were in the cafeteria floor. They both walked in, Bereit sniffing the air. Whatever it was, it smelt amazing. "Hot damn! What are they making?" Bereit said, excited to know what they were making. As soon as he walked forward, he stopped immediately nearly bumping into someone. "Oh, sorry." He apologized, walking around the person./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Imbir did the same, still following Bereit. But the sight of Fallen's purple hair caught his attention, seeing she was sitting with Vanessa and Zelkova, around other members. Normally, he was nervous about Fallen getting into trouble around here, but it seemed she was doing just fine. Maybe he really does have nothing to worry about right now./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit stood by the long line, hoping he could get something to eat. Maybe it was a rule that you had to be apart of the P.I.I to have something, but Bereit didn't think they would go that far./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Fallen)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So those Divines things are real?" The black haired one asked, stirring his spoon around his soup./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen nodded. "Yes. Very real. I'm surprised you're asking, considering you work for a paranormal group."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I do believe it, but I wanted to hear it from an actual Summoner." He clarified./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"I'd imagine it's a pain to go for them all, if you want to be the best of them." The blonde one spoke./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"It's a journey, yes. But with the Guardians I have... it makes it all better to travel with them." Fallen said, with a smile on her face./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"They sound like nice people. Wish we had people like that here." The blonde one said, with a slight grin./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen had a slightly confused expression. "You don't have nice people here?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde shook his head. "Not that, I mean people who know more than how to aim a gun and pull the trigger. People that actually can fight a ghost naturally."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen wasn't sure what to say to that. "I mean... at least you have something, right?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, I get that, it's just... one day, it won't be enough." He explained. "We're gonna need more than just a few guns."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"So you're afraid of being overwhelmed?" Fallen asked. "By the unknown?"/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde looked at her, with a surprised expression. "Well..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yeah, you're totally right. He's just too scared to admit it." The black haired one spoke up./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde sighed "Yeah... the idea of anything paranormal taking my dead body... or my own soul... it scares me. Like death isn't scary enough as it is..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Hey, listen." Fallen said, getting the blonde's attention. "Just remember what you fight for. We all have a reason. Remember what it is you care for. And with that in your head, you'll fight to your dying breath. And for all you know, that thought is what could save your life." Fallen sat back, looking at Bereit at the line, seeing he was chatting with other people. "I know he always does."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde paused, thinking about what Fallen had just said. "Wow... that was so deep it makes the ocean look shallow."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Okay, now you're just being a kiss-ass." The black haired one said, raising an eyebrow./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"The blonde blushed a bit, scratching his head. "Well, it's more of being polite, really."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen then stood up, swinging her legs over the bench. "I'll see you guys later." She said, despite leaving a plate with some food left on her plate. She then approached Bereit, tapping his shoulder./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"3suprd/sup person (Bereit)/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit felt a tap on his hand, turning to see that familiar purple hair. He looked down at Fallen, and smiled. "Yo." He simply said./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen laughed a bit. "I see you arrived to the cafeteria, to find the food before you found me." She joked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Well, a man's gotta eat when a man's gotta eat." Bereit said, in a slight excited tone of voice./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You're that hungry already?" Fallen asked./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit shrugged playfully. "You know me."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Fallen couldn't help but giggle at that. She really did feel like she knew him. Like a friend should./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Just then, there was a small jingle coming from the speakers. "The newcomers, please report to the main gate to the fortress. An anomaly has been sighted and your assistance is required."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit sighed. "Aww... and I was just about to get my food..."/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;""span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"You can get it later. We're needed." Fallen said, her tone suddenly serious./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Bereit nodded, disappointingly putting his tray down and heading to the elevator, as did Imbir./span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Save your game up to this point?/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;" /p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"Yes/span/p
p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"span style="font-family: Constantia, serif;"No/span/p