A girl of 18 with long silver hair in 6 low braids and messy bangs, and green eyes stood on the dock at Jolly Roger, watching the dunes for any sign of any Drifters coming in that day. So far, it didn't look like anyone was going to show up that afternoon. She did this every single day since she could remember. She was dressed in an off-white turtle neck, with a brownish jacket over it, with the right sleeve rolled up to her elbow, a blue mini skirt with a black belt through it, a blue ribbon around her neck, and brown tie boots.
She sighed, and shook her head, looking down at the wooden below her feet. "Quit that, Georgia. You know they'll never come back, so stop dreaming." she scolded herself, turning around and heading towards the ARMs shop, where the person that raised her from a toddler, Emilia, was. She walked in, thinking about what Emilia had told her about her parents' disappearance.
She walked up to the counter, and leaned on it, sighing. "Emilia, you think I would be good with using ARMs?" the question came so out of the blue, that it shocked Emilia to the point of almost falling over. Emilia caught her balance, and looked at Georgia, non-blinking.
"What?"
"I asked, do you think I would be good with using ARMs?"
"I suspect you might be pretty good, considering your parents were both excellent with ARMs." Emilia stated, brushing some of her brown hair behind her ear. Georgia nodded her head, and looked up at one of the ARMs that Emilia had on display.
"What kind of arm do you think I would be good at handling?" she asked, startling Emilia once again. Where was she going with these type of questions?
"I don't know, probably the duel pistols your mother used."
"You think you could teach me how to use them?" Georgia looked directly at Emilia, who looked even more shocked now than before. What? She was an ARMs expert, so she should know how to handle them. She looked expectantly at Emilia, who just looked at the two ARMs that matched perfectly with Virginia's that were on display.
"Well, I'm not as good as your mother or your grandfather, so I don't know if you'd learn much of anything useful. Why would you want to know how to handle ARMs? You're not becoming a Drifter, if that's what you're thinking." Emilia stated firmly, making Georgia raise her hands in defense.
"Sheesh, you don't have to get all hyper on me, I was just wondering if you could teach me for in case I run into any dangerous creature or something!" she cried, making Emilia sigh, and take the ARMs from the area they were at. Georgia smiled, and stood up straight, clasping her hands together. "Anyway, Em, why would you care if I became a Drifter or not? I mean, I AM 18, and I can make my own decisions."
"Yes, I suppose so, but I've grown attached to you, I couldn't let you go out there and get yourself killed, now could I? Didn't think so." Emilia said, placing the ARMs into Georgia's hands. Georgia looked down at the ARMs, then back up to Emilia with a smirk, making Em squint her eyes. "I know that look."
"What look is it?"
"You have an idea that is against my wishes."
"How would you know?"
"You got that look when I was trying to get you to clean up the messes that you made in your room."
"When did that ever happen?"
"Quit asking questions! I know that look, Georgia, and it's the look of mischief on you." Emilia said, leaning towards Georgia over the counter. "Georgia, don't even think about it, or I'll have to go back to the punishment that you used to get."
Georgia gave Emilia a challenging look. "Oh yeah? What would that be? Sending me to my room? I could always escape through the window."
"You're not tall enough, plus, you couldn't take care of yourself out there, you're too young!"
"HELLO, I'm 18!!" she said, slamming her hand palm down onto the counter, a scowl playing across her face. Emilia's mouth closed, and she handed Georgia some ammunition for her ARMs with a sigh. Georgia stared down at the cartridges in her hand strangely, then she looked back up at Emilia. "Huh?"
"Fine. You can go become a Drifter to follow in your parents' trail. I seriously doubt you'll need teaching on how to handle these ARMs, 'cause I remember when you were 5 and used to play with toy guns, you handled them like as if they were real ARMs. And if you can't handle them yet, go to a Drifter that uses these same type of ARMs and ask for his or her help, because I couldn't teach you all that you could learn. You'll need to go get some supplies, and as soon as you know 3 other people, I'll give you my latest sandcraft for 15 dragon fossils, 'cause, as you probably know by now, they're hard to come by and I don't give discounts. Here's 3000 Gella, to get you started. Congratulations, you have finally left the nest and gained your own wings."
Georgia just stared at Emilia, with complete shock. She blinked, then her mouth slightly curved upwards into a grin. "You mean you're letting me become a Drifter, like my parents?!" she exclaimed, almost dropping the ammunition she held in her hands. Emilia nodded her head, and smiled sadly. Georgia squealed for joy, placed the stuff in her hands on the counter, and embraced Emilia, startling her yet again. "Thank you, thank you!!"
"Now, understand that you most likely won't find your parents, because if they've been gone this long, they most likely won't be ali-"
"Yes, I know Em, you don't have to tell me." she spat, then grinned again, and picked her stuff back up. "YAY!" she then ran out the door, and over to buy her supplies. The man said his normal lines sounding bored, and Georgia grinned even wider, if that was possible. "I need 21 of everything!"
She gathered her stuff, and then turned to the exit of the small town. Her grin drooped, her eyebrows furrowed, and she sighed. She had never been out of the town before, and she wasn't sure where each town was, or what type of monsters she would encounter. She didn't know how difficult things would be for her, and she didn't know if she could survive the night out there if she didn't find a town.
She frowned, and sighed again. "I must be strong, if I'm going to find them; if they aren't dead, that is." she said, and began walking in the direction of the exit. She glanced in different directions, to see the people she had known her whole life, and some people who were staying at the inn, staring at her. She gulped, and quickened her pace. How was she going to survive this whole thing? She could barely handle having so many people, no matter if she knew them or not, staring at her alone!
She walked up the steps, and gazed, non-blinking, at the wasteland in front of her. "Oh man, what did I get myself into?" she whined, then frowned at herself, and shook her head. "Stop that! Oh perfect, now I'm talking to myself! People are going to think that I'm crazy! Pff, who cares if they think I'm crazy, I'm a Drifter, I can just..." she looked at one of her ARMs, then groaned, and leaned her head back. "... I forgot. I don't really know how to use ARMs yet. I'm getting off to a GREAT start." she spat at herself sarcastically, then began walking.
She glanced over her shoulder, to see that the town seemed like she had never been in it. She half smiled, and looked straight ahead. "Remember, no regrets. You're a Drifter, not a baby." she giggled to herself, then quickly recovered, and began walking towards the north. She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to find answers.
After a while of walking, she had to stop and rest. Walking was a whole lot more tiring than just helping around the ARMs shop she quickly found out. She fell backwards onto her back, and growled under her breath. "Maybe I should just practice shooting so I'll get used to it." she said. She pondered it for a bit, then sat up and grabbed her ARMs.
She walked around for a small bit, scowling. "Oh come on, stupid monsters, COME OUT AND ATTACK ME!!" she cried, stomping her foot against the ground. She looked around for a bit more, then noticed a red, orange, and yellow circular monster that floated on thin air heading her way. She smiled widely, and held her ARMs the way she thought that they ought to be held. "Come and get me, I'm ready for ya'." she challenged the balloon (she had heard about these before... one hit and they're dead), holding up her Rapier Ez and her Bantorain 93R so they were aimed almost perfectly at the balloon.
Before the balloon could make a single move, she shot at it. The balloon made a strange deflating sound, then exploded, covering her. "Ew!" she exclaimed, shaking her duel pistols off, then sticking them back into her holsters and wiping the rest of herself off. "That was SO gross. Oh well, I guess I have to get used to it now. And, yay, I handled the ARMs perfectly!"
She continued walking for a ways, until she came to a train station. She gazed at it for a while, until she felt someone bump into her, knocking her against the door of the station. "Oof!" when she collided with the door, almost all of the air was knocked out of her. As she was panting to get her air back, she glanced angrily to the person who knocked her down. He was tall, had black hair that was waving around in the wind, he was dressed in a white t-shirt with a brown vest over it, and blue jeans. His left arm looked bionic.
"HEY! What'd you do that for!?" she exclaimed when she could breathe again, and stood up, her hands balled into fists. The guy, who looked about 20, blinked at her. After a long silence, except for heavy breathing, Georgia repeated her question. "I said, what'd you do that for!?" finally, the guy seemed to respond, by scowling.
"You were standing in my way," was all he said before he walked into the train station, leaving a confused Georgia standing next to the door, peering in.
She snapped out of her confusion, and soon followed him into the station, skipping down the steps. She paid the conductor (or whatever that guy's called) enough Gella to get her to East Highlands, then boarded the train, and found her compartment.
After getting herself settled, and reading a book, she heard some kind of ruckus happening in the next room over. She jumped, losing her balance and falling face first onto the floor. She stood up, and walked to the door. She peered out it, and looked to the door where the ruckus was happening. She walked back into her room, and quietly walked to the side of the small compartment where she could hear the ruckus coming from. She knew eavesdropping was wrong, but she was curious. She pressed her ear up against the door, and listened to the talking and such.
"ARGH!! This stupid portmanteau won't open! Open you loathsome thing! Open!!" she heard a strangely familiar voice shouting at a suitcase. She giggled, holding her hand over her mouth to muffle the noise.
Then she heard a clicking noise, and then an, "Aha!" right before hearing a loud knock on her door, startling her to the point of screeching. She jumped, and fell backwards, onto her back, with her legs up on the chair she had been sitting on.
"Come in," she groaned, then pulled herself up and dusted off her clothes. The door opened, and a blonde 24-year-old woman walked in, beaming brightly. She was dressed from head to toe in blue, and had a small blue ribbon on the side of her hair.
"Hello, ma'am, I was wondering, do you have room in here for another? The compartment I was suppose to be staying in was taken, and everyone else was too busy conversing with their comrades to notice Lil' ole me, either that or were too mean to let me even open the door. So, what do you think? Room for one more?" the woman asked, still beaming brightly. Georgia slightly smiled, nodded her head, and sat back down, being careful not to sit on her book. The blonde grinned wider, and sat down across from Georgia.
They had only sat there for a few minutes, when Georgia turned to the woman. "So, I was just wondering, what's your name? I mean, if we're going to be sharing the same compartment for quite a few hours, we should introduce ourselves."
The blonde looked at Georgia, and nodded her head happily. "Yes, I agree completely!" she exclaimed, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "My name is Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn Winslett!" she stated, and Georgia nodded her head, half smiling.
"Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn, I'm Georgia. Georgia Leanne Enduro is my full name, but please, never call me by it. Just Georgia is what everyone back in my hometown call me." she stated, and Kaitlyn nodded her head, while still smiling. They both reached out their hands, and shook, both beaming so brightly the compartment seemed lighter.
They pulled their hands back, and leaned back against their seats. After a long silence, Kaitlyn brought something up. "Hmm, I know this is going to sound completely crazy, but, I think I've seen you before." she said, chuckling under her breath. "Crazy, huh?"
Georgia looked to Kaitlyn, and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "No, I don't think I've ever seen you anywhere before. Have you ever been to Jolly Roger?"
"No."
"Well, then I'm positive I never met you before, because this is my first time exiting that town." Georgia stated, looking out the window at the wasteland. She sighed, then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. After a short time thinking, she turned to Kaitlyn. "Maybe you're mistaking me for my parents, 'cause I heard from Emilia, my mother figure, that I look quite a bit like them."
"What are their names?"
"Virginia and Jet Enduro."
"WHAT!?" Kaitlyn gasped, her eyes as wide as pumpkins. This response startled Georgia beyond belief, and she nearly fell off her seat again.
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