Disclaimer: I do not, repeat, DO NOT own Ragnarok Online. This is the property of Master Lee-Myoung Jin and Gravity Corporation. pRO belongs to its publisher Level Up! HOWEVER I do own anything within my sorry account, which means my character, is seriously mine and the character names I will use here are actually real people in the Philippine Odin Server. I'll have to give credit to them later on and I might mention some guilds, which are very much famous in our locale.
machinegungirl: He he he, it's my story anyway. I just wanna feel how it's like to be my character. Stupid feelings. Oh, well. tnx for the review anyway. ; ) Licca: Sorry, but I don't watch Naruto. S2pid local network is plugging in their local news crew, so we can't watch anime'! Sheesh! But I heard that it's good. People go to AFK mode just to watch it every afternoon... CritLocke: Gee thanks! It makes me all fuzzy! Glad someone appreciates my way of story telling! Ragnar-Pendon: Hey! You keep your ass off my story! And whaddya mean, just a Main Gauche? That was a Damascus already! You couldn't even stand to 4 Orc Zombies! How about 6? And you can have your Mighty Staff back, if you return my Orc Helm which you arbored!
[Arbored]verb: to borrow an item and not return it. Base verb: arbor
Nightraven Rue: Hey, you're a dagger sin too?!?! Meet Ragnar or should I say Shadow Eyes! His thief's a dagger sin now, sadly struggling at that. (Gets thrown at with his 4 Sucsamad) and he got that Sucsamad for only 600k! Nice deal eh? We are both in Odin! Just pm me, Tiger God Byakko, if you have the time. He he he...
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Chapter 3: To know your Role
We just have to find ourselves a place under the sun...or moon that is. It depends upon the person's preference...
Byakko woke up on his quarters, remembering everything that had happened that night. He was still aching all over from the encounter.
Looking across his bed, he took a short shower and changed back into his robes. He then eyed on his chain...
"Damnation Chain...do I have any right to use it?" Byakko murmured.
Slowly, he took the weapon and strapped it in his side. He limply walked the corridors of the Sanctuary to reach the refectory to have breakfast.
The other acolytes stopped eating upon seeing who it was who entered the room. Most murmured in there food, but he knew what they were talking about...
Him.
"Byakko...how are you feeling?" The cleric rose up from his seat as he greeted the just-arrived boy.
"I...I'm fine." Byakko looked up at him. Behind him was the priest who took care of him. He motioned for Byakko to sit with him and the cleric. There were many things they had to talk about.
"Byakko...I heard..."The priest started a conversation. Byakko looked up from his meal of bread and lentil soup.
"Yes. I know...if you wondered how I managed to get that drop. I was just lucky. That is all I have to say..." the silver haired boy looked away. He was never good at lying. Abruptly finishing his meal, he stood up and decided to leave the Sanctuary for a while. The string of events had gotten more confusing, with the truth revealed by an undead, of all things.
Running his fingers across his tiger markings (which he usually did when he was distraught), he was talking to himself.
"What's the deal with being the son of an extinct MVP...I'm human, that's all that matters..."
Human...
Was he indeed human?
Not noticing where he was going, he bumped on someone who was walking down the street as well. Down he fell on the hard stone.
"Itai, itai, itai...I'm sorry...." Byakko looked up from his awkward position, rubbing his nose that received most of the impact.
"Hey...watch it..." The other man felt silent as he vaguely remembered those strange tiger markings and peculiar elven ears...
"Byakko...is that you?" The thief exclaimed, somehow happy to see him.
"Heck, how do you know me and who's your name?" The other replied.
The other boy landed a noogie on the sprawled acolyte and was laughing his head off, as if he never heard a thing. "Silly, it's me ShadowEyes. Heh, you leave me for a few weeks and then you forget everything."
".../omg" Byakko wasn't able to believe what he was seeing. That scrawny Morroc lad was now a fine thief. Glad to see him, the silver haired boy invited him for ice cream in the inn. Lutie was snowing well this year that ice cream had been available for everyone.
"So...how's...your...training..."ShadowEyes asked in between licks of his triple scooped ice cream. Byakko just gave a /... reply.
"It's been kinda hard...specially for a person like me...Ooops..."
Slip of the tongue.
"What do you mean "for a person like me"? Huh?" ShadowEyes looked up from his treat. Though naïve for his age, he knew well what to listen to and what not to listen. "Nothing..." Byakko replied, rolling his eyes up and giving a tone of suspense.
"Hey cool! What card is compounded in here? I wanna see..." The pony-tailed kid began examining a rather familiar looking chain on his hand.
"Hey, give that back!!!" Byakko was startled, not realizing that it was gone by his side.
Shadow, on the meantime, brought the weapon out of reach from his hand and teased the other boy.
"Damnation Chain eh? This could sell big..." Shadow stuck his tongue out against the annoyed boy.
The drama lasted on for a few minutes until an aura of desperation surrounded the acolyte.
"Give...that...BACK!" Byakko finally reached the other boy, grasping the arm with his hand that was hidden underneath the long sleeves of his acolyte getup.
Shadow was shocked when a different set of hands grabbed his arm, it was clawed and very strong. Letting go of the chain, his sights settled on the other boy. His eyes had narrowed to slits and his canines had grown a few centimeters more than what he had remembered.
Quick as a flash, Byakko let go and seemed like he fell back down to earth. His hands returned to normal, his pupils dilated to those of a normal one and his fangs had returned to their normal length.
Panting the boy's head fell on the table. "Haa...haa...please...don't provoke me again...I...lose my control if you or anybody does..." Tears fell out of either pain or shame. Shadow felt it was both.
"Listen...I'm sorry. Here," he said returning the chain to Byakko. "but really. Tell me what I just saw and what happened here."
Seeing how futile it is to hide it to him, Byakko narrated everything about himself.
Everything...
"I see...well, it makes sense anyway. No wonder those ears grow long, or either your fangs grow extra large when you grow angry." Shadow finally heaved a sigh after the long story. "Yeah...so, you gonna start running away now and tell the world what a freak I am? If you're lucky, you might have a large reward for turning in the son of an MVP..."Byakko looked away.
"Nah..." Shadow stood up from his seat. Walking out of the café, he winked at the startled acolyte. "...There are things more important than zennies, y'know!" And with that, the thief disappeared into the crowd.
Byakko smiled as he gazed his gloved hands.
"There are things more important, eh?
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"So like, Gungnir won the guild wars and managed to captivate even the favors of King Tristan III. That guild is awesome..." A swordsman was telling a thief what he had heard on the PvP rooms.
"Right...but I still go for Black Lotus. Man, their guild master is way off our levels! Imagine...reaching level 99! Gosh, that hunter was burning with an aura!" The thief related his own story.
Byakko walked past them as he was still thinking where to go hunting next. The desert was boring him and the forest provided no challenge either. Zombies were way out of his league.
"Hey acolyte!" A voice called from his back.
Byakko's ears perked up high, as he looked back at the swordie and the thief that had stopped talking to each other.
"Wanna come with us to the pyramids?" The swordie smugly said.
"Yeah, were goin' Skeleton Soldiers hunting." The thief followed the swordsman's pose.
"Well, if I'll be staying in the sidelines, forget about it." Byakko intercepted any thoughts from them. He knew they were looking for some support. "I'm a battle acolyte see, and I don't prefer just sitting around and healing anyone who gets slashed by a monster they have no business hitting with."
The swordie and thief huddled with each other. Byakko looked at both of them impatiently and waited for their answer.
"Uh, right...we'll see each other another time..."The swordie gave a /swt.
Byakko just piffed and gave a /an expression for the disturbance. But it does seem tempting to go to the Pyramids...
With one final look at this zenny pouch, he asked a Kafra personnel to teleport him to the pyramids, back to Morroc.
"Step lightly, young sir! Enjoy the trip!" Said the Kafra lady, as she directed Byakko to a strange teleporting machine. Byakko felt light headed for a few seconds, until he landed with a thump on the cobblestone streets of what he recognized as Morroc.
After stocking on some meat drumsticks and concentration potions, Byakko finally entered into his first trip to the Pyramids.
Level 1 was no biggie for him, it was just full of those pesky bats and powdery Spores. Other than that and those stupid-looking(but undeniably cute!) Poporings, he had no intention of staying at that level.
Level 2 was a serious leap from the previous level as a Skeleton Soldier made a sudden jump towards him as he stepped off the door. Slightly dodging his attacks, Byakko nimbly gave a serious blow on the side of the Skel. The soldier flinched, but countered with a double attack. Byakko was starting to feel the desperation again, but felt it best to repress it for a while. There were many people around him, each trying to steal a bit of experience from the high-leveled players who were also hunting for the cards and the Apple o Archers that the Skeleton Archers dropped. Byakko thought it best to fly away for an easy escape.
For may days, he stayed in the dark dungeon, managing on his ration of meat and enjoying the constant appearances of enemies spawning in front of him and at his back. The Skeleton Soldiers were an easy way for experience and loot, but the Skeleton Archers were a pain. Their high dexterity kept them hitting Byakko, and the Drainliars were feasting on his blood as well, having high dexterity and hit rating too. Byakko managed to cut of the Drainliars wings for loot and for an easy kill, while he made a beeline for any Skeleton Archer that was attacking him, hitting it first before the Skeleton Soldiers that were trailing on his back. This he did until he reached Base level 57. But everything was tiring him...
"Aaaah..."Byakko shielded his eyes from the blinding sun as he finally stepped out of the pyramids. It was a long time, too long perhaps, that he had come out of the dark dungeon. His backpack was loaded with Skel-Bones and Wings of Red Bat, sadly no SS card or AoA. All he got was a lousy Archer Skeleton Card, and that was just as well pretty useless, whether implemented or not. He decided to return back to Prontera, to see how things went...
"...Byakko! Is that my acolyte!?!?!" The Flower Lady shrieked in joy and fraternal concern when he saw the exhausted acolyte enter the south gates of Prontera City.
"Hey...ne-chan. Long time no see, I guess..."Byakko gave a faint smile as he neared her. Flower Lady shook off her customers just to attend to him first.
"How are you my boy? How are you feeling? Are you okay?" Flower Lady began squeezing his cheeks, examining him for any abnormality. Frankly, he was kinda abnormal already...
"I...I'm fine..."Byakko gave a /pif as he rummaged at his almost torn backpack. It was already burdening his back, owing that the Skel-Bones and Wings of Red Bat were piercing through the leather covering. Laying his bag on the ground, which coincidentally busted on its seams, the bones and dried wings littered around Flower Lady.
"My...My...This is so much. Let me get my Kafra-certified calculating compact machine." Flower Lady took something from her bosom, and slammed it into the stone sidewalk as Byakko realized it was an ancient cash register, which was truthfully gigantic He could have sworn that the cash register would have registered 7.6 in the Tristan III Earthquake Scaling System.
"That's compact..." Byakko sweatdropped at the dusty machine that still had cobwebs clinging to it, and he thought NPCs were just good in Math.
"Okay...it sums up to 308k!" Flower Lady finally finished counting the loots. Leering slowly at the shocked acolyte, she whispered. "...of course, without the NPC Overcharge yet. He he he..."
There she goes again, cackling like a Bathory.
After counting his zennies, Byakko thought of his backpack. Flower Lady pitied him and decided to replace his brown backpack with a stronger ebony one.
Flower Lady whispered onto his ear. "It's a new accessory I've been working on. That bag is made out of Deviruchi hide and can enable you to use [Increase Weight Limit] Level 5. It may not be in the "in-fad" but once people will start to experience overweight status, my accessory will be a big hit!"
"So...basically. You're gonna use me to advertise your product?" Byakko somehow got the point.
"Not exactly...it's my way of thanking you for bringing in such a large amount of loot over a short while. I really needed those for the Halloween fest, even though it's still a long while..." Flower Lady thoughtfully looked over the bags of bones and wings. "Really, it's nothing at..."
She got cut off short as Byakko planted a small kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you ne-chan. I..." Byakko was cut off as a familiar scarlet liquid dripped from Flower Lady's cheek.
Tasting his fangs for anything coppery, he landed on the sharp point of his fang and cut himself. Byakko looked horrified as Flower Lady just cupped her cheek, blood still flowing steadily from the clean-looking wound.
Backing off, Byakko was nearing tears as he said his sorry to Flower Lady, who looked just as shocked as he was.
"I...I...I'm sorry! I gotta go now..." Byakko ran from view as he mixed himself into the tight streets of Prontera.
Never realizing that Flower Lady gave a smirk as her blood started to seep up her wound and the cut itself closed on it's own accord.
"Don't be afraid to change young master..."
Change is vital for all creatures, just as evolution is.
People who don't change, who don't evolve will seek to destroy themselves.
You are starting to change, our Byakko...
Continue to grow, nurture the power deep inside you...
Time will come when your family will welcome you...
The family who wishes to have you in their midst...
Sometimes, blood goes deeper than just the precious liquid inside of you...
When people share the same fate and destiny,
Then can you only call yourself, part of the family.
Go, our little tiger. Grow your strengths and shut your weaknesses.
One day, you will evolve...
And with that, Flower Lady took her broom and swept up a dust storm of Witched Starsand; as she left a decoy Alice take her place for awhile.
There were many interesting things she knew the Council would be... ...dying to hear.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- So there it is, my third installment to this series. I uploaded this section while I was still having my exams (my okaasan is gonna kill me!). Anyways, sorry for the delay guys! And I promise I'll do best to continually update this series. Just don't forget my reviews, ne? I live for the reviews my young masters! He he he he he....
Besides, Gundam SEED is finally airing on Cartoon Network! Gods! If I have known Kira Yamato would be that kawaii, I would have dumped this series to do a ficcy about him (and again, it's yaoi if you expected anything less...)if it weren't for your wonderfully exquisite reviews!
So the fourth installment maybe next week again, if time permits me to do so, but I vow to continue this piece of RO literary goodness.
Until next time peeps! Chow! I have to raise my merchant-alchemist character to Job Level 50 just like what I did to Tiger God Byakko!
machinegungirl: He he he, it's my story anyway. I just wanna feel how it's like to be my character. Stupid feelings. Oh, well. tnx for the review anyway. ; ) Licca: Sorry, but I don't watch Naruto. S2pid local network is plugging in their local news crew, so we can't watch anime'! Sheesh! But I heard that it's good. People go to AFK mode just to watch it every afternoon... CritLocke: Gee thanks! It makes me all fuzzy! Glad someone appreciates my way of story telling! Ragnar-Pendon: Hey! You keep your ass off my story! And whaddya mean, just a Main Gauche? That was a Damascus already! You couldn't even stand to 4 Orc Zombies! How about 6? And you can have your Mighty Staff back, if you return my Orc Helm which you arbored!
[Arbored]verb: to borrow an item and not return it. Base verb: arbor
Nightraven Rue: Hey, you're a dagger sin too?!?! Meet Ragnar or should I say Shadow Eyes! His thief's a dagger sin now, sadly struggling at that. (Gets thrown at with his 4 Sucsamad) and he got that Sucsamad for only 600k! Nice deal eh? We are both in Odin! Just pm me, Tiger God Byakko, if you have the time. He he he...
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Chapter 3: To know your Role
We just have to find ourselves a place under the sun...or moon that is. It depends upon the person's preference...
Byakko woke up on his quarters, remembering everything that had happened that night. He was still aching all over from the encounter.
Looking across his bed, he took a short shower and changed back into his robes. He then eyed on his chain...
"Damnation Chain...do I have any right to use it?" Byakko murmured.
Slowly, he took the weapon and strapped it in his side. He limply walked the corridors of the Sanctuary to reach the refectory to have breakfast.
The other acolytes stopped eating upon seeing who it was who entered the room. Most murmured in there food, but he knew what they were talking about...
Him.
"Byakko...how are you feeling?" The cleric rose up from his seat as he greeted the just-arrived boy.
"I...I'm fine." Byakko looked up at him. Behind him was the priest who took care of him. He motioned for Byakko to sit with him and the cleric. There were many things they had to talk about.
"Byakko...I heard..."The priest started a conversation. Byakko looked up from his meal of bread and lentil soup.
"Yes. I know...if you wondered how I managed to get that drop. I was just lucky. That is all I have to say..." the silver haired boy looked away. He was never good at lying. Abruptly finishing his meal, he stood up and decided to leave the Sanctuary for a while. The string of events had gotten more confusing, with the truth revealed by an undead, of all things.
Running his fingers across his tiger markings (which he usually did when he was distraught), he was talking to himself.
"What's the deal with being the son of an extinct MVP...I'm human, that's all that matters..."
Human...
Was he indeed human?
Not noticing where he was going, he bumped on someone who was walking down the street as well. Down he fell on the hard stone.
"Itai, itai, itai...I'm sorry...." Byakko looked up from his awkward position, rubbing his nose that received most of the impact.
"Hey...watch it..." The other man felt silent as he vaguely remembered those strange tiger markings and peculiar elven ears...
"Byakko...is that you?" The thief exclaimed, somehow happy to see him.
"Heck, how do you know me and who's your name?" The other replied.
The other boy landed a noogie on the sprawled acolyte and was laughing his head off, as if he never heard a thing. "Silly, it's me ShadowEyes. Heh, you leave me for a few weeks and then you forget everything."
".../omg" Byakko wasn't able to believe what he was seeing. That scrawny Morroc lad was now a fine thief. Glad to see him, the silver haired boy invited him for ice cream in the inn. Lutie was snowing well this year that ice cream had been available for everyone.
"So...how's...your...training..."ShadowEyes asked in between licks of his triple scooped ice cream. Byakko just gave a /... reply.
"It's been kinda hard...specially for a person like me...Ooops..."
Slip of the tongue.
"What do you mean "for a person like me"? Huh?" ShadowEyes looked up from his treat. Though naïve for his age, he knew well what to listen to and what not to listen. "Nothing..." Byakko replied, rolling his eyes up and giving a tone of suspense.
"Hey cool! What card is compounded in here? I wanna see..." The pony-tailed kid began examining a rather familiar looking chain on his hand.
"Hey, give that back!!!" Byakko was startled, not realizing that it was gone by his side.
Shadow, on the meantime, brought the weapon out of reach from his hand and teased the other boy.
"Damnation Chain eh? This could sell big..." Shadow stuck his tongue out against the annoyed boy.
The drama lasted on for a few minutes until an aura of desperation surrounded the acolyte.
"Give...that...BACK!" Byakko finally reached the other boy, grasping the arm with his hand that was hidden underneath the long sleeves of his acolyte getup.
Shadow was shocked when a different set of hands grabbed his arm, it was clawed and very strong. Letting go of the chain, his sights settled on the other boy. His eyes had narrowed to slits and his canines had grown a few centimeters more than what he had remembered.
Quick as a flash, Byakko let go and seemed like he fell back down to earth. His hands returned to normal, his pupils dilated to those of a normal one and his fangs had returned to their normal length.
Panting the boy's head fell on the table. "Haa...haa...please...don't provoke me again...I...lose my control if you or anybody does..." Tears fell out of either pain or shame. Shadow felt it was both.
"Listen...I'm sorry. Here," he said returning the chain to Byakko. "but really. Tell me what I just saw and what happened here."
Seeing how futile it is to hide it to him, Byakko narrated everything about himself.
Everything...
"I see...well, it makes sense anyway. No wonder those ears grow long, or either your fangs grow extra large when you grow angry." Shadow finally heaved a sigh after the long story. "Yeah...so, you gonna start running away now and tell the world what a freak I am? If you're lucky, you might have a large reward for turning in the son of an MVP..."Byakko looked away.
"Nah..." Shadow stood up from his seat. Walking out of the café, he winked at the startled acolyte. "...There are things more important than zennies, y'know!" And with that, the thief disappeared into the crowd.
Byakko smiled as he gazed his gloved hands.
"There are things more important, eh?
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"So like, Gungnir won the guild wars and managed to captivate even the favors of King Tristan III. That guild is awesome..." A swordsman was telling a thief what he had heard on the PvP rooms.
"Right...but I still go for Black Lotus. Man, their guild master is way off our levels! Imagine...reaching level 99! Gosh, that hunter was burning with an aura!" The thief related his own story.
Byakko walked past them as he was still thinking where to go hunting next. The desert was boring him and the forest provided no challenge either. Zombies were way out of his league.
"Hey acolyte!" A voice called from his back.
Byakko's ears perked up high, as he looked back at the swordie and the thief that had stopped talking to each other.
"Wanna come with us to the pyramids?" The swordie smugly said.
"Yeah, were goin' Skeleton Soldiers hunting." The thief followed the swordsman's pose.
"Well, if I'll be staying in the sidelines, forget about it." Byakko intercepted any thoughts from them. He knew they were looking for some support. "I'm a battle acolyte see, and I don't prefer just sitting around and healing anyone who gets slashed by a monster they have no business hitting with."
The swordie and thief huddled with each other. Byakko looked at both of them impatiently and waited for their answer.
"Uh, right...we'll see each other another time..."The swordie gave a /swt.
Byakko just piffed and gave a /an expression for the disturbance. But it does seem tempting to go to the Pyramids...
With one final look at this zenny pouch, he asked a Kafra personnel to teleport him to the pyramids, back to Morroc.
"Step lightly, young sir! Enjoy the trip!" Said the Kafra lady, as she directed Byakko to a strange teleporting machine. Byakko felt light headed for a few seconds, until he landed with a thump on the cobblestone streets of what he recognized as Morroc.
After stocking on some meat drumsticks and concentration potions, Byakko finally entered into his first trip to the Pyramids.
Level 1 was no biggie for him, it was just full of those pesky bats and powdery Spores. Other than that and those stupid-looking(but undeniably cute!) Poporings, he had no intention of staying at that level.
Level 2 was a serious leap from the previous level as a Skeleton Soldier made a sudden jump towards him as he stepped off the door. Slightly dodging his attacks, Byakko nimbly gave a serious blow on the side of the Skel. The soldier flinched, but countered with a double attack. Byakko was starting to feel the desperation again, but felt it best to repress it for a while. There were many people around him, each trying to steal a bit of experience from the high-leveled players who were also hunting for the cards and the Apple o Archers that the Skeleton Archers dropped. Byakko thought it best to fly away for an easy escape.
For may days, he stayed in the dark dungeon, managing on his ration of meat and enjoying the constant appearances of enemies spawning in front of him and at his back. The Skeleton Soldiers were an easy way for experience and loot, but the Skeleton Archers were a pain. Their high dexterity kept them hitting Byakko, and the Drainliars were feasting on his blood as well, having high dexterity and hit rating too. Byakko managed to cut of the Drainliars wings for loot and for an easy kill, while he made a beeline for any Skeleton Archer that was attacking him, hitting it first before the Skeleton Soldiers that were trailing on his back. This he did until he reached Base level 57. But everything was tiring him...
"Aaaah..."Byakko shielded his eyes from the blinding sun as he finally stepped out of the pyramids. It was a long time, too long perhaps, that he had come out of the dark dungeon. His backpack was loaded with Skel-Bones and Wings of Red Bat, sadly no SS card or AoA. All he got was a lousy Archer Skeleton Card, and that was just as well pretty useless, whether implemented or not. He decided to return back to Prontera, to see how things went...
"...Byakko! Is that my acolyte!?!?!" The Flower Lady shrieked in joy and fraternal concern when he saw the exhausted acolyte enter the south gates of Prontera City.
"Hey...ne-chan. Long time no see, I guess..."Byakko gave a faint smile as he neared her. Flower Lady shook off her customers just to attend to him first.
"How are you my boy? How are you feeling? Are you okay?" Flower Lady began squeezing his cheeks, examining him for any abnormality. Frankly, he was kinda abnormal already...
"I...I'm fine..."Byakko gave a /pif as he rummaged at his almost torn backpack. It was already burdening his back, owing that the Skel-Bones and Wings of Red Bat were piercing through the leather covering. Laying his bag on the ground, which coincidentally busted on its seams, the bones and dried wings littered around Flower Lady.
"My...My...This is so much. Let me get my Kafra-certified calculating compact machine." Flower Lady took something from her bosom, and slammed it into the stone sidewalk as Byakko realized it was an ancient cash register, which was truthfully gigantic He could have sworn that the cash register would have registered 7.6 in the Tristan III Earthquake Scaling System.
"That's compact..." Byakko sweatdropped at the dusty machine that still had cobwebs clinging to it, and he thought NPCs were just good in Math.
"Okay...it sums up to 308k!" Flower Lady finally finished counting the loots. Leering slowly at the shocked acolyte, she whispered. "...of course, without the NPC Overcharge yet. He he he..."
There she goes again, cackling like a Bathory.
After counting his zennies, Byakko thought of his backpack. Flower Lady pitied him and decided to replace his brown backpack with a stronger ebony one.
Flower Lady whispered onto his ear. "It's a new accessory I've been working on. That bag is made out of Deviruchi hide and can enable you to use [Increase Weight Limit] Level 5. It may not be in the "in-fad" but once people will start to experience overweight status, my accessory will be a big hit!"
"So...basically. You're gonna use me to advertise your product?" Byakko somehow got the point.
"Not exactly...it's my way of thanking you for bringing in such a large amount of loot over a short while. I really needed those for the Halloween fest, even though it's still a long while..." Flower Lady thoughtfully looked over the bags of bones and wings. "Really, it's nothing at..."
She got cut off short as Byakko planted a small kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you ne-chan. I..." Byakko was cut off as a familiar scarlet liquid dripped from Flower Lady's cheek.
Tasting his fangs for anything coppery, he landed on the sharp point of his fang and cut himself. Byakko looked horrified as Flower Lady just cupped her cheek, blood still flowing steadily from the clean-looking wound.
Backing off, Byakko was nearing tears as he said his sorry to Flower Lady, who looked just as shocked as he was.
"I...I...I'm sorry! I gotta go now..." Byakko ran from view as he mixed himself into the tight streets of Prontera.
Never realizing that Flower Lady gave a smirk as her blood started to seep up her wound and the cut itself closed on it's own accord.
"Don't be afraid to change young master..."
Change is vital for all creatures, just as evolution is.
People who don't change, who don't evolve will seek to destroy themselves.
You are starting to change, our Byakko...
Continue to grow, nurture the power deep inside you...
Time will come when your family will welcome you...
The family who wishes to have you in their midst...
Sometimes, blood goes deeper than just the precious liquid inside of you...
When people share the same fate and destiny,
Then can you only call yourself, part of the family.
Go, our little tiger. Grow your strengths and shut your weaknesses.
One day, you will evolve...
And with that, Flower Lady took her broom and swept up a dust storm of Witched Starsand; as she left a decoy Alice take her place for awhile.
There were many interesting things she knew the Council would be... ...dying to hear.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- So there it is, my third installment to this series. I uploaded this section while I was still having my exams (my okaasan is gonna kill me!). Anyways, sorry for the delay guys! And I promise I'll do best to continually update this series. Just don't forget my reviews, ne? I live for the reviews my young masters! He he he he he....
Besides, Gundam SEED is finally airing on Cartoon Network! Gods! If I have known Kira Yamato would be that kawaii, I would have dumped this series to do a ficcy about him (and again, it's yaoi if you expected anything less...)if it weren't for your wonderfully exquisite reviews!
So the fourth installment maybe next week again, if time permits me to do so, but I vow to continue this piece of RO literary goodness.
Until next time peeps! Chow! I have to raise my merchant-alchemist character to Job Level 50 just like what I did to Tiger God Byakko!