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"How... How long have I been walking?" He didn't know his exact coordinates were. For what it was worth, Lunocide and the sign was now out of sight and out of mind.
"Shit... If I knew this was the outcome of this path. I would have just stayed and slept on the border..." He breathed in air, struggling even using his mouth to breathe.
If he moved any slower, people would have had mistaken him for a statue. A fountain, to be exact, with how much liquid that was currently gushing out of his skin.
He had his green bomber jacket tied to his waist. He wiped the sweat from his brows and shook his hands, throwing the drops of salty water into the air.
"Hm..." He stopped for a moment to think. Say, people usually tinker about with their newfound powers when they first arrive in a new plane of existence...
Hm...
What was it again?
"You know, it's just right on the tip of my tongue. Come on now. Pretty sure I talk about it to anyone a lot. It's described as the rot of all things. It's described as a genre that had potential, and reaped it's potential well when it did. Nowadays, it had gone shit and stale. It isn't superheroics. But, it is the japanese equivalent..." Japanese. Japanese? The Nihon? Oh, how could he ever forget about his favorite genre besides erotic stuff.
"Isekai! And Gamer stories. Yuck." He shivered. While it was the most optimal power to have in this scenario, even for general day-to-day basis and could be efficiently used by the normiest, clueless of people...
Unfortunately, he wasn't most people. He was an anomaly to the words generic or bland. He was not even average, not by a long shot.
"Not to me though... Christ, what type of build am I even gonna stick to? And the numbers, what do they mean, Mason?" He clenched his fist, denying the scratching of the back his head. One thing he hayed dearly all his life was confusion.
"I do that too much. Anyways, here goes nothing." He puffed his chest, and blew all air in his lungs out, a display of hunter instinct. Unluckily, if he ever did that in front of wild animals, it would only be taken as a poorly-choreographed mating dance, a non-threatening kitten at best.
"Gamer!"
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Creak
Creak
Creak
"Ahem... Menu!"
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Creak
Creak
Creak
"Status?"
And the third time was certainly proven to be not the charm he, or anyone else, needed. While it was a lost opportunity, he also had sidestepped his most hated enemy. Math. Management. Mastery.
Wow, all of them started with M. Perhaps this would be the time to, "Label it as the Triple Threat. Yeah."
As if he had a small case of bipolar syndrome, he promptly cursed the one who put him here in the first place. "Well, there's one... Maybe two things left to do if I can't call the gamer powers."
It was a word that started with M and ended with E. And it was what monks would do if they had a chance to do so. It was what anyone even remotely connected to nature, or the supernatural, would make an actual event of their daily schedule.
"Hope this works..." He sat down, blinking at the changing, star-sprangled sky.
He tried to think of peace, of the infinite nothingness that was inside his brain. He stopped all movements and then thought of cold water dripping into a deep murky puddle.
Blink
And then he heard it. He made sure to not smile and not think of happy thoughts. A sound only he could hear.
There were the sounds of dripping water droplets, ringing in his head but not his ears, coming in all directions, inwards and outwards.
It was so, so weird. He never expected it to rain water inside his head. Everytime he opened his eyes, physically and spiritually. The source of the sound remained hidden.
He was thankful it was. There was no need to peek around where even reality was a weapon that could kill you. It was an eerie, calming sensation knowing that.
Seconds after minutes after hours, he meditated searching the meaning of like and one's own purpose. In reality, it had only been just a minute when he last looked at the stars.
He understood. As one would expect while meditating. The answer he found was the fact that you should not expect one. After all, how could you try to reach deep within the libraries of life without knowing what to search in there in the first place.
He only felt livelier, focused to an excessive degree, after this session of calming thoughts. Hoh, could it even be thoughts? Does thinking of nothingness put one in the bracket of thinking of something?
"Damn it. Don't lose yourself. So, that doesn't work either." He grabbed his chin with his index and middle fingers. He gritted his teeth as he ran his mind harder than he ever thought possible, through a couple of dozens of processes in mere moments.
"Oh, I got one thing left to do..." It was a simple plan, the simplest one of them all. Imagination. One couldn't live without that, wizards and sorcerers weren't exempt for that rule.
So, he began to call out what could resonate with him most. Nature wasn't it. Neither was the light and dark. Lightning was cool and so was the Earth. It just wasn't on the level of the three elements that he called his favorites...
"I call the forces of nature that are Fire, Water and Wind!" He raised his hands up like a mad cultist, delivering the sacrificial fresh, sickeningly gored lamb and human meat to it's mad god that might be brought to reality by the cultist's mad ramblings.
It reacted. A call of duty to the thunders of Mjolnir, and/or to the soldiers of America. Something truly magical happened. His hands...
His hands glew, resembling a lot like that of a glow stick. And that was it. His left hand had a glow of burning, flowing magma and his right hand shined bright under the intense aurora, a mirror made of diamond encased his right arm.
"Woah... This is..."
"Ahem, unfortunately, if this is all I could bring out... And without a teacher to guide me... I am dying today..." His eyeballs looked at his fists with a new light. And then changed his sights, straightening to look into the surface of the ground. He wondered for an instant, just an instant.
"Cheerio." He pushed both hands past the surface, jolting in surprise as he planted his fists into the earth. He had now achieved an actually deep, hand-made hole. It was a first in his entire lifetime.
"Heh, looks like dying today is not on my list." He brought his hands back into his side, commending the work of art they had just done.
His left hand turned the solid part of the hole into melted slag. His right hand had just cleanly pushed through the brittle ore by brute force. Wait, were the rocks around it freezing? It spread slowly. It was an infectious disease.
"Wait... I don't think water is supposed to do that... This type of hard work belongs to ice." His only lovers were put under scrutiny again.
And then something clicked inside of his head. His meditation paid off. With clarity, he recalled two marines with these type of abilities. "Huh? Akainu and Aokiji? Well then, come to me, my powers!"
"Ice and Magma!" Now, he took a stance, a sorcerer with all the arrogance and mystical they usually had. And he called thunder to do his bidding.
Boom
The Heavens themselves obeyed, striking both his palms in quick succession was lightning with their respective colors belonging to the element in his hands.
And he got powerful, more than he already was. He slung magma sludge from his hand some handful dozen meters away and melted all that it touched like acid.
He snapped his right hand and made a snowball from literal empty air. "Allonsy." And it went blitzing, zooming through the freezing air.
Screaming, searing through the air, touching the ground in a final chill of glory, it released a spiral of ice. It was a spear made of ice jutting at every direction possible.
"Let us thank God for this day. With powers similar to them, searching a way of getting back would be child's play." He focused his magma control inside his left appendage, remembering how jets, missiles and rockets fly.
He returned from his stance into running position. "Jet. Set. Go!" He ran as his life was dependent on it.
It was true. He would die from exhaustion, in a place where civilization was nowhere found even if you travelled kilometers nearing a hundred in length.
And then he jumped, using his left hands like a burner. He put everything in his left hand. He flew like an eagle, like a pegasus. He really did. "Holy..."
Unfortunately, he did not have the aerodynamics of one. He was in for a painful crash-landing, an imminent and immediate one.
"Ah, shit." He tried to boost himself again. He only managed to aim downwards and then spouted another explosion from his red element.
This time, it was too harsh of a boost, angling itself downwards didn't help at all. His hand couldn't take it. His body wouldn't. And the power surge had made him spun. And spun and screamed for dear life he did.
Boom
Shaaa
Shaaa
Hungry...
There is one near.
There is one near.
There is one near.
Satisfying...
Deep below the ground many people tread and live. There was a one-minded grand beast. It was once a great moving threat now nothing more than a rabid animal too tired to think properly...
This great beast was apart of the world-famous Profaned. It's name was lost to the canals of history like many of it's profaned brothers and sisters Profaned. Not that they had a name to begin with...
While that was that, there was one thing for sure that will last throughout history about this animal, and the Profaned as a whole, no matter how weak they may appear to be.
They were strong. They were deadly so. Don't let these words fool you. These rabid animals could be responsible for the destruction of entire civilization even if held in checked.
Let's just hope our heroes would be ready for it when the time came to do battle.
That was such a happy landing. What an absolute display of aerospace abilities. "I... I should have taken up piloting class..." Not that it would help.
He dragged himself out of the mess he made. The crater he made positively glowing with red and blue temperatures reflecting off of each other. "I should just do what Ice Man usually does. Speaking of that, could I make clones? Or puppets at least?"
And then he thought about it for a minute more. "Hmm... On re-examination, making it seems to be more complex than I imagined it to be."
He didn't think he could freeze air that fast. "Tch, I am wasting my precious time thinking on possibilities. I just need to do things like how jet cars usually go faster than normal cars."
While Geist had just figured out how to make his brand new powers to good use travelling the lands and maybe getting some payback against those who had succeeded in trying or will try to mess up his day.
There was a small amount of civilization worth only a tiny village just a couple kilometers away from where he was currently practicing his impression of a jet.
"Hey, Angevin. It's time to go back home. It's getting late." Just like any other, there were brothers from other mothers. In sync in all but blood.
"But, we were about catch up. Couldn't we just go and finish it. It will only take a couple minutes?" Angevin said to his brother, standing on the ground and on the ball of wheat that they used as soccer.
"No. We are not. Last time we did. We got our ass kicked." He formed an X with his limbs. He had a frown on his face as the memories resurfaced.
"What? Whaddya mean we got our ass kicked?"
Boom
"Shoot!" Angevin and his friend were too distracted with each other to focus on the fact their enemies had not stayed silent during the exchange.
"Nah. Jit is trippin'." The kids cooed. Another goal for their team. You know, a 2 vs 8 shouldn't be this hard for the eights to win.
"Ah man. I guess that's it for today." Angevin looked to the bottom of his body, angling himself so that people won't ever see his eyes if he didn't want them to.
"Wait, what's that about not getting ass our kicked? Did you not get a boot up your butt?" Angevin shook his head.
"No... They send me to this cockadoodledoo crazy person's house with all type of machinery. He talked about a lot of things I don't understand. One example is that he talked about people here and there on Ansu was very alike with one another."
The difference between them and earthlings on Ansu was that they had a rather pale, even bluish, complexion compared to the ivory pigment the one on Ansu or Earth had.
Now, about the crazy cockadoodledoo that Angevin mentioned. "Finally... It's done."
He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. In a similar state of exhaustion to that of a runner after completing a marathon across the state.
"Holy crap! It really is our own protogen!" The juvenile female child's voice reverberated all around the garage. And it was almost impossible to believe it ourselves, standing upright in a menagerie of wires and machinery was a modestly-crafted furry robot.
"Alright, if we're correct... Wait, if I am correct. We can use voice commands on him..." He thought of a name. It was hard trying to find a name that meant being an unwavering soldier to the forces of evil.
"Oh, I know! Mister Robot! Can you wake up, please!?" Denied. She did not recognize that you had to put a name on such artificially-manufactured life first before using the commands.
Hence, there was not even an inch of movement.
"Haha, didn't you remember that you were supposed to say his name first?" He giggled and the lass only pouted at him.
A faint sound of rejection was heard. "It doesn't really matter. Anyways, his name will be Godu. He will be our defender. Say hello to Godu."
And he was online, buzzing with a variety of mechanical and processing chimes. There, on the blank, reflective screen lit a green, simplistic interpretation of a face.
His body was made up of white faux fur, a synthetic fiber meant to emulate that of animal hides, and a highly-durable, clean orange material called Oranim.
"Hello." It was an utterly alien voice, an echo from so far away yet the source of it was only a few meters away from bumping chests with.
"Wow..."
"Alright. Seems that there is nothing wrong with that." Click. Clack. Click. He began to type some commands on his PC, squinting his eyes at the contents that were a bit too bright for the darkness.
"Oh, what's wrong?" She said, plunging herself back into reality again.
"Nothing really. I am just doing some scans and making him download some crucial information." He pressed his mouse. That was done with.
"You know, you should teach me some of that." His eyebrows rose in excitement. He smiled.
"Finally..." He sat on his chair. His academy training wasn't all for waste. He now even had a possible, growing student. Now, he wondered how can he spin this tale to get back to Blue Box?
"Quite an intellect you have. If you're interested, would you be so kind as to give me your soul? You would be so strong under my command." An enigmatic person just showed up.
As if a passive skill, the little girl that would have been as great as an engineer as Belton passed out. "Avius? Avius! You damn bastard? What did you do to her? Godu. Engage safety parameters. Now!"
"Enemy Detected! Stand back!" And that green friendly face turned into a red warning sign, blaring as loud as an airstrike warning. Activating it's multitudes of weaponry at the gray cloaked stranger.
"Weaklings pass out just by me being near them. Be glad that they didn't die instead." His need for laughing was growing louder and louder when Belton's growls became feral.
"Wait, how the hell did you come here undetected? How come my radar didn't see you coming a mile away? Wait... The radar is not..." It made sense now. Was this the source of the disturbance? If so, then he can go fuck himself with his deal.
"Tch. In your grave! Godu! Attack!" A split second before Godu managed to instruct his machines to open fire. The cloaked stranger had grown a little bit more erratic, ecstatic.
Distorted. Corrupted. It began smiling. Darkness began to roll off his form like water from a waterfall, merging into one with the room.
Even with Godu there, their chances to survive this mysterious encounter were low. They might as well dropped to zero.
Boom.
As the atmosphere itself were sundered and Oath quaked, every single ash, dust and fine powder that had laid still and left to do so for years upon this very earth had been flung towards the opposite direction of the blast site.
It was a megaton-magnitude strong explosion. It forced on the nature around it a sweeping sandstorm of a dust wind, a smoke screen of light gray that matched a fifty-story building in height.
A disaster. An utter catastrophe. God's wrath upon those who were unfortunate enough to suffer it's effects. You could throw every word to entail what had been given, and left by that explosion. And it would not come close to measuring the ball of fire and it's crater.
Fortunately, only one person that wasn't from the village was close to ground zero, or even the radius of the blat. Other than the four thousand people that was there, it was only shy of being classified of a genocide.
He blinked. He stopped all of his actions, thoughts and body. Deciding to prepare for whatever mushroom cloud greeted him when he turned to the source of black light?
He had felt the rolling thunderstorm of shockwaves go past him. Undisturbed, he already readied for anything the world could throw at him. Yes, if it even meant that the world would be throwing itself at him.
"Damn, someone must have had a bad day. Or a good day testing their superweapons on the wasteland. You never know." He threw the mightiest, nastiest right hook into the aether. A clean, thick sheet of hardened ice covered his point of sight.
It sped and sped. He had made the sheet of harder-than-diamond ice to be a dome. He beholden such dust storm. Except there was no dust storm, it was gone.
'Wait, what?' Inconceivable.
As soon as the nuke was welcomed to the world, it was gone, not gone like gone in a flash light. It was gone like it was just erased out of this world by a higher being.
He put down his defenses. "Yeah, I should check that out. I don't think I would find anything except for a giant valley though. And radiation."
He will never put his hopes down. At least, not down that giant hole where the atomic blast detonated that was not there just a few moments ago.
A few minutes go by...
He gave the world another sigh and dose of salty teardrops. "That was quicker, and more tiring, than I thought it would be."
"So, this is what's left of whatever this was." He was awed. He had not seen such things up-close before in his former home.
What did he see that made him this astounded?
"I should... I did not expect this. Not in the slightest.." At dead center of ground zero, a hole that had 2000 meters in diameter and 74 meters deep, there was a sort of black ooze, probably ectoplasm, coating the center of the large chasm. And there was this small beacon of impossibly bright, blackening shadows...
And it moved. Well, that was not really the case. Something else that used the beacon as a way to administer it's arms like a portal was moving frantically. It was tentacles made of the blackest blacks, sweeping the area around the glowing pale pillar of shadows.
After it had deemed it's artificially-blasted hole to be safer than what it deemed to be dangerous. It had receded into itself. Taking form of that of a vaguely-shaped humanoid, as if it was being born into this plane of existence, it unleashed blots and spikes of dark energies around itself. It's aura looked a lot like those who learned what Ki was and dabble in it's arts everyday.
It was clear that it was flexing it's powers.
Unsurprisingly, it went right over Geist's head. He was just happy to see another human being. "Er. Hello there. How are you doing? I assume you made this hole. May I wonder why? Don't tell me you used that thing on unnasuming civilians. And you're smiling too. Damn it."
Indeed, he was a human that smiled too wide. Wait, pause and reroll that tape. A human? This shadow person thay does surprise bombings barely qualified as one. With a cloak and curtain of umbra that let no light out and in, the only thing that felt human, too human in fact, was it's smile, and stature.
"Oh, I missed a spot. And that spot turned out to be a mighty little ant. Would you look at that? I guess I should have just outputted the blasts in the gigatons next times. How could I hear their screams then? Eh, I will figure it out later." An asshole was his mouth. And shit was his speech. His name had yet to be said. But, it would be a safe bet to guess that it had some sort of position of pride and respect written over his original name. Simply, a shitlord, or shithead. Both worked fine.
"Unironically, the sanest fourteen year old I ever had to experience talking to... Seriously, if this fool has an elite in his name..." Oh, I know. What was the magic word of the day, people? It usually activates when the person grieving having quite am extra comedic bone in their skeletons.
"My oh my! He has a brain too. What a specimen. My name is the Elistest Shadow. Call me whatever variant you make out of those two." He asked for that one.
"Alright, I get it. You are the best and we're basically fourth-rate side-characters. Now, can you tell me whatever the hell is going on here?! Are you actually serious about killing people? Sarcasm rolls off of me like how butter does a heated frying pan." He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"..."
No response. He checked himself. No, he didn't use time or ice powers. The lack of a lack of colors and the random still-blazing sky proved to him that was the case.
"Ah, very well. Let me repeat that."
He teleported. And an instant after the reveal of the Elitest Shadow's ability to teleport small distances, Geist hopped back away from the possible attacker.
"My name is the Elitest. Shadow. Whatever. Call me Edge Lord as well. I don't really care." The Elite had spoken.
"Oh, call me G then." He hoped this would be the last time they met. And that no God what his true wish actually was.
Psh, the magic word of the day was coping mechanism. If you didn't know, now you do.
"Oh, having manners, Johnny boy? I don't really get what we are supposed to talk about. Are you really gonna let all the deaths of those innocents go unpunished?" He frowned. He was right. He was going to be at least sending him halfway into his grave.
"Alright, you really think you can play games like this with me?" The smile the Elite had went from shit-eating to trying to out edgy the edgiest man alive. Who it was? Well, that was up for debate.
"What? I can't play God?" He grimaced. This was going nowhere fast. And in his conscience, he, and only he, knew that neither of them will leave this place unscathed.
"A bad one at that. Who kills thousands of people for fun?" The Elite had hummed.
"I guess you're right. And if I think so as well. You're plating superhero. Heh, does that mean you are scared? Why are you trying to socialize with me? I guess you're just another hypocrite like everyone else." The Elite had tilted his head mockingly.
"Alright, that's enough of your enlightenment, my oh-so fabulous liege." He wasn't the only to appear invisible when travelling short distances. Faster than a human brain firing a neuron, Geist imitated one of his idols, cocking back both his arms and their tornadoes of fire and ice, and attempted to send Elite straight to Hell.
"Kyogon Palms!" Pointing both palms right at the stupidly-smug killer machine's would be chest.
"Oh? Going for the kill? Why I thought you wanted to ask more questions to be ignored?" The Elitest Shadow had not moved since Geist had rocketed at him through the air at supersonic speeds.
"I can do that after I beat the shit out of you and hand you over this moon's authority or whatever." It landed. And he thought that was what Shadow wanted. It had landed...
Harmlessly. It was an impossible occurrence. How could a punch with fire and ice combined be that much of a dud? How could the Hero's cool moment of badassery be stopped this effortlessly?
'What?' He was surprised as well at such prospects. 'Could he be a logia then? Wait, shouldn't other logias be able to touch other logias because of conflicting elements? Then the only way to hurt him are either with seastone or haki.'
Great. All of them was unavailable to him right now.
"My turn." In response, a tentacle that ended with a spike zoomed out of the cloak and failed to break into Geist's steel skin.
"Take this with you to your death. Survive this and maybe you will be on the fast track of joining my team!" Pushing deep into the distance, hundreds and hundreds of meters away, and then he was pushed into the stone below their feet. He was submerged under the ever-so-hard waves of the moonstone, deeper than even that of a dense protagonist's skull.
In a sudden twist of domination, the Shadow's hands were wholely frozen. The Shadow had not felt anything past the start of the tendril. He only had managed to split the tendril from his body apart after a small patch of his body was fully frozen.
His smile was still going strong. "Oh, that quick? You're not that hopeless after all." In a belch of explosive flames, Geist came out with both arms absolutely radiating elemental hazards.
Pass it along. Respondez s'il vous plait. His parents used to say. Air burned. Air froze. These two were constants in the realm of those were Akainu and/or Aokiji existed. They usually were shaped like fists.
"How fast of an improvement! Are you sure adaptability isn't your real power? Still, this isn't the hardest I can go." He was made out of a pile of snakes. He had thousands of tendrils, hands and other shadows molded into weapons strike at Geist in a mere second.
He had no chance to even vent out his frustrations. A bullet hell coming in every direction, that was unobstructed, imaginable. He was overpowered just a few milliseconds after the immediate clash and resorted to backing off, dodging, weaving and parrying the hurricane.
And when he had the chance, he tried to sent a barrage of his own flaming, freezing arms right into the being's everything. All of them were swiftly disposed off of just by a few swings of the larger limbs.
And another futile attempt to damage ED with ranged abilities. And then the blitzkrieg happened again. This time, it was stronger, faster and harder to counteract the whips.
There was a chance of the Elitest Shadow being frozen into a giant popsicle. If he only could concentrate and get an opening on that one small patch of frozen flesh. He could flip the tables on him real quick.
Unsuccessfully, the stain on his skin was defrosted by just how quick he was moving his body. It might or might not have caught on fire doing so.
No rhythm. No pattern. It was truly just a manic child beating down on a doll of his own. The Elitest Shadow wasn't done doing his shenanigans.
All at once, every single muscle he had was flexed. It broke the laws of physics and the things that were made out of his body grew muscles and veins.
There was a gigantic clap. And not a clap of the lewd variety. Each appendage that he had created from his shadowy body had met where Geist should have been.
And it had sent shockwaves thundering about. It was quite a massive one. That one super-attack had made a blast of electricity go off everywhere and an ashy coal plume covered the surroundings. It aas expelled by the explosion created by the force and the speed of the attack. "And that's another loose end tied."
"Try again." And the Elitest Shadow was promptly smacked in the head for such illborn arrogance and misconceptions.
He regained balance by using his tentacles, wanting to find out whatever magic trick Geist had just done. There he was, smiling like he just bamboozled his parents of being asleep.
"Wait, what? How did you hit me? What hole did you enter and emerge out from?" Baffled that someone mastered Alma that quick. While his members were tangible for anyone to touch. His body was not. Like a true logia, every attempt that didn't even touch the skin of his soul and/or real body wouldn't make him move an inch.
"It's a clone. You think I will just let you walk all over me without me saying anything? You're a bigger fool than the Joker if you think so." When there were puppets, there were strings. They will always be there. No matter how invisible. Undetectable. Thin. It's yin and yang. Time and space. Water and earth. It will be always having over our heads and under our feet.
"And no, I didn't master 'Haki' that quickly. I wish I did but some things are just out of reach. Period. It's not in this universe's rule book. I think." Blue. Red. Orange.Yellow. Those strings were attached to Geist's legs to where the clone Geist's surviving toes of magma and ice were.
Faap
"As the Lord would have me, what I unlocked to do was far better than Haki." He closed his fist. And the Elite was shrouded matching that of a cocoon by elementally-weaved strings. The Elite was now nothing but a nuisance to be disposed of. To be disposed of where exactly? He didn't know how strong the people here was or how hard was it to get their out of prison.
"I still can blow you to kingdom come!" Name him Desperate Shadow. Because if Geist doesn't waver in his conviction, he will be begging for his life soon enough.
"Sorry. I am not gay. And not soon-to-be dead either. Try me. I hope you're faster than me tightening my resolve and the strings around your body. I hope the dead bodies you accumulated today drowns you in the river of Styx." A mutual kill. He always had been fine if he died like this.
"Damn it all!" Damn him indeed. It was now Geist's turn to smile.
"I do not know what to call this power exactly. It seems to be a bit of a generic template shonen, power fantasy system. Eh, it'll do for now." He brought the cocoon of cinders and snowflakes closed. Shutting up the Elite's mouth.
"Time to get you to justice, buddy. Sit tight and buckle up." He carried his possible-killer over his shoulder. As casual as drinking water, he began to search for another direction in life.
"Oh, yeah." He almost forgot.
"Buddy, what the hell is going on with everything like-
"Oh, so all of it had been taken care of it. Sigh. If only I could come sooner..." He whistled. That was convinient. It was a calming, mature and female voice. It had such a quality to it that seemed to shine over all the other voices he was blessed enough to hear in his life.
He sighed for the horrible days ahead of him seemed to dissipate as this voice had cut into life. May God bless him and his finally returning luck.
"Ahem, I was talking to you. You know? Did you do this? What are you doing with that person? Talk to me. Now!" He spun around and gave the world another point in shocking him into making a face that Enel would be proud of.
Cresselia was all up in his face, a signature bad cop move. It was not small measure of will that he didn't fall forwards and kiss her on the lips.
"What the hell?! Is that Cresselia? Pokemons are real!?"
Uhuk. Not that he would have minded it. He was just okay with it. That was all. Okay. You hear me?!
To be continued.
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