Don't Own Rwby, Only The Oc
'thought'
"Speech"
"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)
(Pov: ?)
Those damn kids... they are at it again... I would almost commend their effort... except they are being a massive damn thorn in my side.
I wordlessly walk up to the door to one of our warehouses, at this point, these two have cost us FIVE of them, and boss wants their heads on a platter, and I intend to deliver... doesn't mean I can't have a bit of fun first.
I smirk as I kick open the door. 'shame that they wasted all their talent and their lives when they decided to work against us.'
"hoh?" Someone asks from inside the warehouse.
It takes but a moment for my eyes to adjust, then as they do, I see absolute carnage, meaty chunks and blood everywhere, the crates even seem to be shoved out of the way or stacked, leaving a large open space in the front half of the warehouse, where a pile of corpses reside.
"Well, look who it is." A childish voice echoes throughout the warehouse. "Blood Blade Laffa himself~"
My eyes snap to the top of a large stack of crates, revealing the white haired 'Alucard' lazily sitting on top with a high-powered rifle propped across his shoulders, holding the stock with one hand, it seems to be one of the ones he stole from our last warehouse, but it looks to have had some slight modifications done to it, which is understandable considering that they have laid low for about a month, to his left is his... girlfriend? Sister? Mutual ally that just looks like him? One of the three definitely, and she seems to be wielding a blood-stained short sword, a fairly creepy smile across her face, her eyes practically gleaming as she gazes across the warehouse to me.
"Do you know how long we have had to wait for you?" Alucard asks.
"…" I narrow my eyes.
"Three hours."
'wait- three? But I only got the call half an hour ago... and it took me so long to get here because I was on the other side of the city.'
"Help... me..." A voice wheezes from the bottom of the crate stack.
My eyes trail down the stack to see a very bloody man, his legs chopped off at the knees and some of his fingers missing, he is looking up at me with slight hope, but also fear and despair.
"mn, yeah, we might have had a bit of an oversight when we were killing everyone here, we thought we killed them too fast to call backup... luckily, this guy was actually unconscious, Aura does miraculous things, you know, so we had to wait for him to wake up to call for backup, buuut now that you are here... we don't need him anymore"
His cohort, Camilla, kicks a metal crate towards the front of the stack and sends it flying off the stack, where it crushes the guy underneath with a sickening 'Splat'.
"Ruthless." I state with a deadpan. 'do these kids seriously think I care about the lives of mooks?'
I look up to them again. "Why have you done this again? You know my semblance is blood control, so why did you give me so much of it?"
"You are going to need it." The small boy smirks.
"Ominous." I state as I run a hand through my red hair. "But you barely hurt my aura in our last fight, so what makes this time oh so different, all I see are two cocky kids who are going to lose their lives because they overestimated themselves."
"I will admit, we were slightly ill prepared the last time we fought, but today is different... you don't know what our semblances are, do you?"
I point to the girl. "Telekinesis"
She scoffs. "As if."
"Mn, sure." I frown.
"Well, we have spent enough time talking, I hope you two have made peace with yourselves, because you are both dying here." I scowl as I raise my hands and slowly start collecting blood.
"Hm, Quite." The boy sighs. "but before we start, I have a question for you..."
"And what is that?" I ask.
"Do you fear death?"
I widen my eyes as the ground below me glows brightly-
*BOOOM*
(Pov: Sean)
"Wait, when did you two meet?" I ask.
"Last night when you were asleep." Emilia hums.
"Right..." I say. "And you will be joining us for our 'movie'?"
"Yep." She yawns.
"But why though?" I ask.
"Because I felt like it?"
"…"
"…"
"You are kind of hard to talk to sometimes..." I sigh.
She simply shrugs at me.
"Mnnn."
"Hey Sean, Emilia, are you two ready to go to the movies?" Neo asks as she skips over to us.
"Yeah." I nod, Emilia following along.
"Oh, by the way, why didn't you tell me about Emilia, Sean?" Neo asks.
"She's crazy and I didn't want you to catch the crazy." I answer without missing a beat.
"Oi." Emilia frowns.
"But it's true!" I exclaim while looking over to her.
Neo looks between us as we share a slightly awkward silence of about three or four seconds.
"Look, just because it's true doesn't mean you need to be telling everyone about it." Emilia suddenly pouts
"Let's go!" Our multicolored leader exclaims.
"Right." Emilia and I nod.
We leave our apartment complex.
"So, what's the story between you two?" Neo slowly asks.
"Oh, she is just a friend from back home, her mother decided to have her go out into the world after I did, so she decided to stay with me." I yawn.
A couple cars pass, and I suddenly snap my hand out to catch a small rock that one of the cars kicked up, an inch away from Neo's face.
"EEP-"
"You almost got hit by a rock." I state with a frown. "Be more careful."
I drop the rock onto the sidewalk and slowly smile.
"How do you do that?" Neo asks after a couple seconds.
"Hm?" My smile drops and is replaced with a look of mild confusion
"How do you move so quickly and accurately? First with the feather, then with the rock... I didn't even see the rock at all and it was going for my face... Do you have Aura?"
"What's aura?" I ask.
"…" Emilia looks on with quite a bit of interest.
"You... don't know what aura is?" Neo slowly asks.
"Hm, if you explain it, I might know it, maybe we just called it a different thing back home?" I say.
"O-Oh... well, Aura is something that everyone has, just not everyone has unlocked, it primarily takes the form of a force field, but it also increases the user's strength by massive amounts, additionally, eventually, everyone gets a special power limited to only them- or a small group such as some semblances that are passed through bloodlines, those also seem to be the strongest considering they have multiple generations to grow..."
"Hm..." I hum. "Yeah, we do have something like that, but no, I don't actually have it."
"T-Then how do you move so fast?!" She asks.
"Training." I shrug.
"Training?" Neo asks.
"Yep." I shrug. "Been doing it for as long as I can remember! I think you have as well, haven't you Emilia?"
"Mn, I started at Five." She shrugs.
"Oh, I forgot to ask, how old are you, Emilia?" Neo asks.
"Fifteen." She states.
"…" Neo is silent for a moment. "You are an entire year older than me, but barely an inch taller than me..."
"yep." Emilia hums. "You are a year younger than me and you are only an inch shorter than me."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"So!" I say, moving on with the conversation. "What is a 'movie'?"
"Do you have pictures from where you are from, Sean?" Neo asks.
"Paintings?" I slowly ask. "Yeah."
"Well, what had thousands of paintings, each having their own painting with a small detail moved, if you quickly shuffled in between those pictures, it would look like the detail is moving throughout the picture seamlessly, then you add sound and that is basically a movie." She explains.
"Ooooh, so it is sort of like a play, but in the form of images." Emilia hums.
"It is actually a bit more complex than that, but in its simplest form, yes, it kind of is." Neo nods.
"Sweet!" I grin.
The movie was nice, and if I am going to be honest, I was pretty much awestruck the entire time.
BUT NO TIME FOR THAT! I got something MUCH more important than a simple play today.
I figured out the name of that mystery technique today, thank the gods for Neo, she is precious and shall be protected forever.
Annyways, after a quick visit to the library and a bit of studying- after I got sidetracked by a couple of picture books and the crippling realization that I am illiterate of the human language of course, I sort of just ignored it up until that point, which was fixed by a simple translation spell- I managed to figure out more about aura and semblances! well, I suppose not much more than what Neo told me, but a bunch of scientific bull crap that isn't that useful, but it DID say that aura is the power of the soul, and that's a fucking bummer because technically vampires aren't alive, so maybe I won't be able to have aura, but it did give me an idea to pass off 'limited' magic as my semblance in Alucard Mode, so that is always nice.
I look down at the sniper rifle in my hands, the barrel barely attached to the gun in the form of a small hinge I added to the metal below it, allowing me to fold it downwards to a more compact form.
'the blood should be dry now...'
I make the barrel re-attach itself back to the gun with a satisfying *Click*, allowing me to examine the barrel of the gun which has a new spiral pattern going around it all the way to the muzzle,
I look to a small handbook beside me and slowly nod.
"Mhm... Seems about right." I mumble.
The barrel enchantment took me a week, all it does is increase the speed the bullet leaves the barrel by about five or six times... a simple tier five enchantment that is easy to do but quite powerful, I have even begun to start scratching out what I want on the small surface area of the stock, it is one of those folding metal stocks that allow you to slide it upwards and into the gun, quite cool, not enough room for intense enchantments, but enough room on the 'butt' of the stock for a simple shock absorption enchantment... and franky... I am going to need it.
This gun shook my arms when it was NORMAL... that might have been because I was shooting it with one hand, but STILL.
I was originally going to take the scope off, considering my vampiric sight is MUCH superior, but I decided to enchant it with something that allows it to see living targets through walls, I think humans now would call it 'thermal imaging'… kind of a shame I normally can't see through walls.
I have also decided to enchant the 'core' of the gun- the part that is in front of the stock, behind the barrel, and under the scope- with something that gives the gun more of a kick as well.
Finally, I will probably enchant the clip of my weapon to hold more bullets than it really should be able to, because reloading seems like a bit of a hassle... I am thinking... fifty rounds? That seems reasonable.
The fist sniper round is completed! And a tier three as well! I really didn't want to waste any of my gold or silver on the bullets, so I stuck to tier three, because, frankly, we have enough blood to go around.
Emilia says my 'Let's use magic but say it is our semblance' plan is a great idea, then walked away muttering 'Pompous bastard is gonna die.' Or something like that under her breath.
It has been about a month since I have started enchanting my sniper, and it is done! I have perfected my baby! Well, for my current skill level at least... but as I said earlier, I only have one enchanted bullet for it... BUT I AM SO DAMN SICK OF ENCHANTING! I NEED A FREAKING BREAK!
"One bullet should be enough, right?" I mutter quietly into the couch which I am face down on.
"Eh, it should be as long as you don't fire it first."
"Hm?" I hum as I look to Emilia who is sitting comfortably to the side on a separate chair, a 'Recliner' if I remember correctly and she looks RELAXED.
Instead of the dress or pajamas she normally wears around the house, she has a simple black long-sleeved shirt with a skull on it and- if I recall correctly- 'Sweat Pants'.
She has the chair Reclined back, much like its name, and has a cold rag over her eyes as she props her hands behind her head and lets out a content sigh.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask.
"Just have the enchanted bullet be like fifth in the clip and count your shots when you fire them, then when you reach that fifth bullet, aim more carefully, maybe cast a true-strike."
"OOOOOH!" I exclaim. "You are a GENIUS!"
"Mhm." She hums. "So that means you are done, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I am." I shrug.
"Neat, we should finish what we started with that guy day after tomorrow..." She yawns.
"OH RIGHT! We were going to do something with Neo tomorrow!" I exclaim.
"Yep. That's why I said day after tomorrow." She sighs. "Now pipe down... I want to nap."
"O-Okay."
alright, let's see here... we have several enchantments on us that should duplicate the effects of Aura, primarily, Greater Mage Armor, then stone bones... then an invisible variation of the shield spell... we should be good, Emilia held her own against him with her normal speed, and now that we have and enchantment on that increases our speed by about... less than a fourth, but more than a fifth, she will be able to fight better... frankly, she probably could have taken a couple hits from him earlier because frankly, vampires are much more durable than humans without aura, aura definitely closes the gap somewhat, but Emilia's and my age could also be a factor, seeing that we might be vampire lords, but vampires get even stronger with age.
"He should be here soon, right?" Emilia sighs.
The man at the bottom of our stack of crates- which we stacked purely for dramatic flair while we waited for our bait to wake up- lets out a groan of pain.
"Mn, yeah." I shrug. "He should-"
I pause and glare at the door through the scope of my gun. "He's here."
"Good." Emilia smirks.
We fall into silence as we wait on top of the crates.
The door is kicked open and I let out a small "Hoh?" Sound in mock confusion.
"Well, look who it is." I grin, announcing my presence in a way that is 'hip and cool'. "Blood Blade Laffa himself~"
He slowly gazes up to me on our stack of crates, primarily drugs, but some useful weapons and strange potato shaped objects that explode.
"Do you know how long we were waiting for you?" I ask with a small frown, bringing attention to how rude he was.
"Three. Hours."
He looks confused for a moment but our bait calls out to him.
'oh, right... him...'
"mn, yeah, we might have had a bit of an oversight when we were killing everyone here, we thought we killed them too fast to call backup... luckily, this guy was actually unconscious, Aura does miraculous things, you know, so we had to wait for him to wake up to call for backup, buuut now that you are here... we don't need him anymore." I state with a grin and a glance to Emilia- now Camilla, signaling her to do the next step of our 'master plan' which is what happens when you give two bored children enough time to plan out the most dramatic play ever... we even practiced it on a couple of corpses while our bait was asleep.
Emilia kicks a crate down towards our good friend Mr. Newly Amputee... or whatever his name was... probably Steve or something fucking annoying like that.
Steve splats under the container and sends red goop spraying out the sides of it.
"Ruthless." Laffa deadpans with a raised eyebrow. "Why have you done this again? You know my semblance is blood control, so why did you give me so much of it?
'mn... right... we probably should have cleaned up the blood... meh, it will be fine.'
"You are going to need it." I smirk.
As my father always said, 'A predictable enemy is an angry enemy- wait no that's not right... I'm pretty sure it was the other way around'.
That's right, the entire quote. All twenty-one words.
"Ominous." He state as he ruffles his hair. "But you barely hurt my aura in our last fight, so what makes this time oh so different, all I see are two cocky kids who are going to lose their lives because they overestimated themselves."
'shame, he didn't get mad.'
"I will admit, we were slightly ill prepared the last time we fought, but today is different... you don't know what our semblances are, do you?" I ask.
He points to Emilia. "Telekinesis."
'Wait what? He fucking figured that out through one fight?!'
"As if." she scoffs.
"Mn, sure." He shrugs. "Well, we have spent enough time talking, I hope you two have made peace with yourselves, because you are both dying here."
"Mn, Quite." I sigh. "but before we start, I have a question for you..."
With a simple flex of telekinesis, I trigger the explosive metal potatos we put under the floor right below where he is standing by tugging out the pins.
"And what's that?" He asks.
I smirk. "Do you fear death?"
A large explosion shakes the warehouse as he is blasted back out through the open doors.
After a couple seconds of silence I look over to my partner. "You think he's dead?"
"No, no I don't." She states.
"Mn." I hum as I watch the blood under the corpse pile slowly slither its way out of the warehouse. "Me neither."
I look through the scope on my gun and aim for his head.
'truestrike.'
I nearly fall off the stack of crates as I pull the trigger.
'DEAR GODS THAT IS A LOT OF KICKBACK! If I didn't have that shock absorption enchantment on the stock, it would have EASILY broken my arm!'
I see Laffa's head snap back, then he quickly brings up a hand to his forehead and crouches slightly.
I fire again, using another truestrike, but he somehow avoids it by leaping to the side, the bullet skimming under his arm when it should have hit the center of his chest.
'hm... I have used quite a bit of magic setting up for this fight... I have maybe... four more true strikes after this? Then I might need to take a small breather.'
"You know... I am sort of surprised he dodged that second one" I hum.
A figure blurs its way back into the warehouse, a large red great sword wielded in one hand.
'you know... I think that's bigger than last time...'
He swings it upwards, the tip gouging a line in the ground before a large whip of blood splits the tower of crates in half, Emilia and I stepping to opposite sides to avoid it as it continues upwards and splits some of the roof in twain.
Emilia simply smirks in her disguised form and kicks off, towards the man, sending her side of the stack tumbling backwards with the force of her jump, and causing mine to sway ominously and start to fall in the direction her's was originally.
I let out a simple sigh as her sword collides with Laffa's and hits me with a burst of wind, then I hop off as the stack nears the ground.
His fist collides with her midsection and causes her to wince slightly as she is launched into the side of the warehouse, bouncing off the metal wall and landing on her feet where she glares spitefully forwards.
I take this chance to fire a third bullet that catches our foe's shoulder and causes a red shield to crackle around him, then I fire a fourth which he tries to block with his blood blade, but the bullet pierces through it and hits him cleanly in the chest, albeit weakened.
Emilia chooses this moment to re-appear and slams her blade against his cheek, causing him to get flung across the floor, skipping and tumbling.
He quickly slices a crate in half mid roll as Emilia flings it at him, but it was just a feint as she leaps in between the two halves and lands a brutal front-flip kick on his stomach, then a roundhouse kick on his check, spinning him around and blocking a retaliating slash with her blade which she deflects off to the side.
She finally sweeps his leg, sending him to the floor as I slide to a halt beside her, pointing the barrel at his torso.
"Five." I grin.
*THOOOM*
A literal tornado of wind sprouts from the barrel as Laffa is launched against the floor, easily cracking it in a ten-foot radius, a bit of blood spewing from his lips as we hear a quiet shattering sound... and a much louder shattering sound.
"MY GUN NOOOOO!" I cry as I hold the stock, the only thing left remaining of the sniper rifle. "MY SON! NO! IT WAS TOO POWERFUL!"
I take this moment to realize that my arm is broken with several small shards of metal imbedded into it, which is really surprising actually, I had mage armor, stone bones, and an invisible shield as well.
I am suddenly kicked in the face causing me to skid backwards as the red-haired man slowly stands.
His stomach looks horrible, like it was forcibly pushed inwards by something the size of a basketball, and his back is stabbed by a load of small pointy rocks, blood frames the corners of his mouth and his eyes look a little bit bloodshot and his normal silky red hair looks a little messy and frayed, his blade stuck into the ground about five feet to the right of him.
He falls onto one knee and hacks up a load of blood. "D-Damnit!"
His gaze briefly strays to his sword and he tries to lunge for it but- *Schlick* Emilia impales him through the back with her own sword, about a foot of the blade easily sticking through the front of his chest as she had stabbed it in all the way up to the hilt.
With a grin she rips it upwards, through his ribs and lung and out his left shoulder. "DIE!"
"And as Alucard always says~" she hums before plunging the blade through the middle of his torso, aimed for his heart. "DOUBLE TAP!'
She leaves the blade impaled in him and lets out a content sigh, then looks over to me to see that I am looking down at the stock of my gun, tears threatening to spill out of the corner of my eyes.
"I-I broke it..."
She is immediately by my side, bloodlust and excitement removed from her eyes. "Shhh it's okay, we will get you a new one. You are fine..."
"Look at me."
I slowly look up and she flinches, but she quickly returns to her serious face. "It's okay, you are safe, I am safe, it did its job and did it really well, so please stop crying and honor his sacrifice..."
"O-Okay." I whisper.
She quickly brings me into a small hug and pats the back of my head. "Let's go home."
(Pov: Emilia)
'you know... he bounced back fairly easily...'
Sean is sitting on the couch, swinging his legs off the edge as he hums.
"Sean? You good?" I slowly ask.
"Mn, yeah?" He hums. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"…"
"I'mma go take a nap, wake me up if Neo wants to do anything."
With that, he gets up and walks out of the room.
About ten minutes go past, and I glance into the bedroom to see him blankly staring at the wall with a small frown on his face.
'mn... he still seems sad about it actually... but this is at least better than crying like he was... I don't think my heart could handle it if he did.'
He lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes and rolls over, wrapping himself in his blankets, the frown not leaving his face however.
'He needs a hug... this poor child needs a hug right. this. SECOND!'
I get up and silently walk into the room, then lay down on the bed behind him and wrap my arms around his torso.
He lets out a quiet grunt and begins to squirm slightly but eventually settles down and let out a small sigh, and I can see, as I look over his shoulder, a small smile has replaced his frown.
'YES! mission successful!'
I pat his head, making him start struggling again, but he stops once more as he realizes he can't get out even if I am holding him with one arm... Perks of being older, I guess?
"Emilia stoooop." He sighs.
I proceed to ruffle his hair.
"Nooooooo. Stop. Cease. I am trying to be mopey and depressing!"
"I'll stop when you cheer up." I snort. "You are being a baby!"
"But I must mourn the death of my masterpiece!" He exclaims.
"Just learn from your mistakes and make a better masterpiece?" I mumble. "Like, make it more durable this time?"
"But I don't want to spend ANOTHER month enchanting something!"
"Then don't?" I ask. "Take a break for now and try again later?"
"…"
"O-Okay." He finally mutters under his breath. "I'll do that..."
"No more being sad?" I ask, briefly pausing my ruffling.
"Yeah." He sighs. "Now I am more just slightly mad at myself for not realizing that steel is a fairly weak metal, so empowering already strong explosions would shred it."
'mad I can handle.'
"At least you aren't sad anymore." I frown. "When you are sad it makes me sad."
"I'm sorry for making you sad?" He says slowly, more as a question than an actual apology.
"You better be!" I scoff. "Now, stop squirming so I can get some sleep!"
"Mnnn." He groans, but silently relents.
"Good, Sean."
"D-Did you just complement me like you would a pet?!" He whisper-shrieks.
"Yep." I smugly smile.
"…"
"What'cha going to do about it?" I taunt with a massive grin.
"…" he is silent for another moment.
"Nothing probably." He sighs, slowly sinking deeper into his blankets.
"Damn right. If you take me off this murder-high I am going to be pissed!" And with that, I slowly allow sleep to take me.
(Pov: Emilia)
"Awww you two are so cute!" A feminine voice cheers.
I instantly sit up, a lance of shadow springing to life in my left hand as I point it in the direction of the threat- my mind finally catches up with my body and I realize just who exactly that voice belonged to.
I blink several times at my sister standing there with a smirk, her arms crossed over her bust as she looks disinterestedly at the spear pointed at her throat. "Mn right... I forgot you freaked out when you get woken up suddenly like that."
"Mn- what?" Sean chooses this time to wake up apparently and he slowly sits up and yawns.
"Cassara?!" I ask. "Why are you here?!"
"Cassara?" Sean quietly mutters, more than likely tiredly repeating what I just said than actually noticing said girl.
"…"
"CASSARA?! WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Ah. It seems like he did notice.
He starts breathing heavily. "I-Is my mother here?! M-My sister?! Oh gods I need to clean-"
I place a pillow over his face and lay him back down.
"So, why are you here, big sis?" I ask as I look back over to Cassara.
"Oh, I needed you two to take care of something for me... for a day at least while we have his cage cleaned."
"Wait... waitwaitwait... you don't mean-"
A small white reptile about the size of a cat is shoved into my arms and I watch on in horror as Cassara teleports away with a massive troll-ish grin.
Sean finally removes the pillow from his face. "Cass- wait... where did she go?"
I look down to the small thing in my arms.
"Why."
"Hn?" Sean hums as he looks over to me. "What's wro- why do you have a dragon?!"
"Why." I mutter again, tiredly, even after our long nap, whatever strength I gained immediately sapped from my body as I look down at the wyrmling white dragon.
"Emilia?" Sean asks.
"This is Terry... Lord of Ice..." I whimper
"L-"
"Yes, my sister made his last name 'Lord of Ice.' He is barely three years old... and he is the son of Blizz. I quietly whisper, looking down at the two small blue eyes staring back up at me, his pupils slitted slightly as it seemingly is trying to recall just who I am, on his nose is a single white horn, and just below that is a mouth full of recently gained razor sharp teeth. "My sister has him as a pet... and he has the intelligence of a really dumb rock..."
*Crunch*
He latches onto my hand.
"He also really likes biting my hand."
"But why though?" Sean asks, his hands brought up to his head as he probably realizes that if Neo comes over, we are going to have to work really hard to hide this little BASTARD- I shake my bitten hand- from her.
"My sister enjoys my suffering... like any good sibling should." I whisper.
"Wh-"
"I mean, she wouldn't do something that would kill me of course, but causing me an inconvenience... absolutely." I explain.
"June and I aren't anything like that." Sean mutters as he rubs his eyes.
"Lucky~" I hum, now violently shaking my arm, trying to free it from the little shit.
"But, doesn't she know how hard it is going to be to hide a dragon in the human realm?!" He finally whispers.
"Yep. But hey 'they have the ability to make people forget things by just talking to them, they'll be fiiine'." I scoff as I violently swing my arm again.
"Need help with that?" Sean asks, looking to the small angry bity reptile on my arm.
"Knock yourself out." I grumble as I hold out my arm to him, my draconic 'friend'- read fiend- hanging limply off my hand, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in- if I am correct about this sadistic little bastard- joy.
Sean pats him lightly so he abruptly lets go of my hand, falling into my lap, then it quickly scurries its way away from me, then curls up in his lap where it purrs deeply.
"…"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"He likes me!" Sean cheers.
My eyebrow twitches and I close my eyes, my mouth forming an almost sickeningly sweet smile. "That's wonderful!"
'I guarantee Cass trained him to bite me just to spite me... what a total bitch.'
"What time is it?" Sean asks.
"It should be around... dawn?" I answer as I quickly hop up and look to the numbered clock this room has on the wall.
'let's see... the bigger hand is on the right... and the short stubby hand is one spot to the left of the very bottom...'
"Yeah, it's about dawn." I nod. "Why?"
He simply shrugs. "it's always good to know when you wake up? If you don't check the time when you get up you are a little weird..."
"Mn." I grunt. "So, how are we going to hide the little bastard from Neo?"
"…"
"I got it covered~" Sean hums.
(Pov: Sean)
"Hey!" Neo exclaims from my front door as soon as I open it. "Want to hang out today?"
"I-" *Crash*
The sound of a small dragon knocking a glass bowl off the kitchen counter echoes from behind me.
"I-" *Crac-Tling*
The sound of said baby dragon breaking the silverware drawer and spilling the cutlery onto the floor cuts me off.
"What was that?" Neo asks with a slight raised eyebrow.
"It-" I begin.
*Chomp* "YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
Only to get cut off again as the dragon bites Emilia's hand, which she was using to try to stop it from hoarding our spoons into a little pile so it could lay on them.
"I-Is she okay?" Neo whispers.
"We have to take care of her elder sister's pet for the day... it really doesn't agree with her." I deadpan, finally being able to get out a sentence. "So, no, I don't think we can hang out today?"
"A pet?" Neo asks with a big ol smile. "Can I see it?!"
I pause. "What's your biggest fear?"
"S-Spiders?" She asks, her smile faltering for a moment.
"It's a massive tarantula, so I mean... if you want to see it... sure, but it has a big issue with biting people because as Emilia so eloquently put it- in words that a young lady should totally be saying- it's a total 'Diminutive Turd'."
Neo's smile gets extremely strained. "I-uh, n-no, I think I'm good, g-good luck taking care of the abomina- IT! I meant it!"
I give a thumbs up. "No worries, we have it covered."
*Crash*
It got into the upper cabinets where we keep our plates and cups...
"U-Uh, how is a simple spider making all that noise?"
"It's probably Emilia trying to free herself from the cocoon."
"W-WHAT?!"
"That was a joke." I scoff. "Jeez, don't take it so seriously, Neo, it's just a spider, not even a venomous one."
"P-Please don't make fun of my fear, Sean..." Neo pouts.
"Fair enough." I shrug. "I'm going to go help out Emilia before that spider figures out how to turn on the stove and burns the house down."
"…"
I slowly begin to close the door.
*Fwoosh*
"DAMNIT!" A shout comes from the kitchen
I make awkward eye contact as I continue to close the door. *Click*
I take a single step away from the closed door, then abruptly spin around and sprint into the kitchen, a cold mist forming around my hands as I prepare to coat the entire kitchen in ice.
And thus another chapter is finished! tell me what you think~
anyways, see you all later!
