LOCATION MENTION
Normal writing
- Speaking character
-"Thoughts"
* Description of only actions
*Sounds / Onomatopoeia*
Somewhere in the forests in the lands of the empire. After disappearing a vortex from the sky, and after I fell from it!
-Aghh, shit! That crazy woman could warned me.
I complained as I stand up and rubbed my butt to relieve the pain, and once calm the sensation I looked around.
I had appeared in a large forest, apparently. The flora had a strange mixture between trees of forests and mangroves. There was no sign of civilization in sight, but there must be some path nearby for what I could smell: a cart pulled by horses in motion (the horses are unmistakable in how they smell). I followed the direction the scent was guiding me, and after a while, I finally found a path to follow, and once I identified the course the cart took, I set out to follow them.
Ah, but first it would be better to check that strange book that the lady gave me, and that she kept ...
... into my identical weird belt.
*I placed my hand in front of the pendant and the book appears, I open it.
. . . Damn, she was telling the truth.
I have not been here for a day, but this thing is recording everything I do as if I wrote it myself. Oh, and it seems to leave what I think in black while I read the pages. Is it like a writing envelope or something? I do not know about those things.
And what did she say? Will writing adapt to how best to write what happens, even mentioning things from the past?
Oh, this even has a list of my clothes and the things I brought:
Clothing:
* Gray sleeveless jacket
* Black hooded long sleeve t-shirt
* Black pants, anbu type
* Black fingerless gloves
* Protectors for forearms and metal shin guards.
* Simple sandals, with metal sole.
* Belt with pocket size (I still can not believe that 'she' gave me one, it makes me feel like a manga character, she said something about having a limit space of two hundred things in general, but it's not as if she needed so much).
The belt carries 22/200:
- Nutritional bars x10
- Bag for money, with own pocket dimension x1
- Kali sticks, black x4
- Knife x1
- Compass x1
- Canteen x1
- Layer for the cold x1
- Inexhaustible flint x1
- MP3 player with all the songs I know and liked, with infinite energy (I could not live without my music) x1
- Wireless headphones x1
Ok, forget the Manga, this book looks like a video games doujinshi.
Whatever.
*I close the book and I keep it.
I prepare myself to address the first sign of civilization I find ...
*Strong Roar*
... Until that stopped me.
Turning to the right, I found a rare mix of giant gorilla with scorpion tail. The damn thing was at least three times the size of Kerchak in Tarzan's movie, and I say he cause it looked exactly the same. Except for the poisonous tail, the purple fur with striped lines, the red eyes, and the kind of orange breast with spines that expanded from his skull and up his back.
The Kerchak here, did not stop breathing in a threatening way while staring at me. And anyone who knew animal ethology would consider one of these two things: or I am in Kerchak's territory, and he wants me out; or he's hungry, he looks me like mouthful, and he's going to eat me
*Strong Roar*
*He try to grab me with his big hands, but I managed to avoid it by jumping back.
Ok, I'm food.
*He rushes back to me this time trying to crush me, but again I avoided jumping from one side to another, pushing me from the logs when I have the opportunity. At all times I try not to lose sight of the road.
And so we are for a long time with the game of cat and mouse, until another loud noise stops 'Kerchak' and puts him on alert. One with which I am already familiar, as any person is in their own circumstances, because that noise provokes myself several times a day from the stomach.
I was hungry, and this gorilla was the only thing that was close to him.
Now, if this was an anime or a caricature, I would swear that the expression on the face of the great primate was between panic and stupefaction, when he discovered that I originated the noise. I do not blame him, that someone of my size makes a louder noise than him, it must be a surprise, because it is still a surprise for me. And all because of 'she'.
Anyway, I'm sorry for him.
A FIGHT, RAPID KITCHEN, AND A TWO-DAY TRIP BY THE ROAD AFTER ... ALREADY IN THE CAPITAL OF THE EMPIRE.
God, I expected Akame was exaggerated what she told me, but this place is really a horrible farce.
I arrived at the capital of the empire a few hours ago and got some money with a merchant who showed him the exoskeleton of the gorilla. I knew I would get something. And after some discussion with him, who tried to haggle over the price, I got some two hundred gold coins for all the bones, while keeping some of the dry meat and poison in a pitchers (you never know).
I do not know if it was a fair price, but surely I won something good, because the merchant was not very happy. Those History programs were worth it.
But outside of that, this place is very contradictory. The streets and establishments give an appearance that this is the best place to live, but if you look closely, people showed the opposite. They looked exhausted, paranoid, as if they wanted to avoid everything, and everyone, to get to where they needed to go as soon as possible. And if you add that slight scent of death, blood and sickness of the alleys, you would be more than clear how rotten this place is.
- "Everything is so hidden ..., I'm not surprised that it will cost Akame so time to realize, and I need my nose and ears to confirm it" I thought as I remembered what the red eyes had told me when she lived with me, It took years to discover this truth.
I hope she's okay, this place is so big that I'm not sure if I'll see her in a close time.
With my old friend still in mind, I continued my way through the crowd without a fixed direction. I had planned to familiarize myself a bit with an area of the capital before looking for a tavern or motel to spend the night, had about four hours before it began to get dark if I'm not mistaken for the position of the sun.
During my walk in the main streets I saw several shops: drugstores, bakeries, butchers, a couple of markets, clothing stores and carpentry-at least one every two blocks, and all had sarcophagi (What a bad joke of the environment). The only thing I found hard to find were blacksmith shops and armories. There were, but they were very few.
When I asked a guard (the only one who did not have an apathetic attitude) he explained that because of the situation with the revolutionary army, many were closed because of suspicion that they were smuggling weapons. I guess that made sense. In any case, I continued on my way for a while until a certain group that stood out in the environment caught my attention.
There were four people: a young adult in a formal suit under a red raincoat, and three girls also in gabardines but closed –one in pink, one in navy blue and the last in honey yellow– and except for the boy who had blond hair, the girls' hair was the same shade as her clothes.
Now except for the red guy, the girls were amazed with everything they saw on the road, while the guy was smiling funny. That looked nice, it was like a brother walking with his little sisters. It made me feel that this place was not as fucked up as it looked, if there were people who could still smile like that.
I think I got the smile from the guy, cause when I passed them I could not help but smile when the pinky girl looked away embarrassed pretending not to have seen me (after noticing that I was watching them), and the blonde looked at me with distrust when she noticed me (although I thought that she looked cute). I gave them a nod as a greeting –which only the subject returned– and went on my way.
But I stopped. There was something in that group that alarmed me.
I did not notice it at first because I was distracted. But none of the girls looked like the blond, and neither did he smell like him. The aroma of each one is different, but there is always a certain similarity between family members, Cora always pointed that out to me. Girls on the one hand had a more rural flavor - they must have arrived from the countryside today - while the guy's scent was mixed with that of the city, so it was local. But that is not what alarmed me.
The boy had another scent with him, a smell that helped me reinterpret his smile like a fake, smelled of blood.
I forgot to mention it before but yes, Rai is a werewolf. And their main relationship with them will be Cora Hale.
His clothes are based mainly on the uniform of the members of the white fang of the RWBY series. Of course, without the emblem and with some differences like sandals.