Feeling the pressure from having so many eyes on him, Bell tried to speed the lady up.
"U-Um, miss. Can I exchange my drops?" he asked while staring at his feet, Goblin Slayer hadn't trained him for this!
Misha, the pink haired Guild employee, blushed a little at Bell. 'Cute,' she thought to herself. She shook her head and ran to one of the smaller safes in the back and pulled out two bags and a scroll and quill. She ran back to Bell's booth and saw some women trying and failing to woo him. She sighed and slid him the bags.
"Two million Valis," she handed him the scroll and quill. "And some business investment recommendations," Misha saw him tilt his head. "Stocks." His mouth made an 'O' shape, she giggled and waved him off. She needed to get ready.
Bell grabbed the bags and stuffed them inside his coat, secretly rifting them into his mindscape along with the scroll and quill, and speed walked out of the Guild. Avoiding the gazes of greedy people and blended into the crowd, well with his white hair, red eyes, good looks and height it was hard to miss him.
He smiled to himself and walked through the streets of Orario with no clear destination in mind. He strolled the streets and looked around for any promising businesses to invest in. He passed a nice inn called the 'Hostess of Fertility' it seemed like a good investment choice, but he didn't want to be too hasty.
So he walked further and through a rundown area till it seemed to fix up a bit and he ended up outside a small shop called 'Blue Pharmacy'. He heard a bell jingle as he opened the door and walked in. It was filled with wooden shelves holding all kinds of potions and herbs. He walked over to the nearest shelf.
'A mandrake? That helps unpetrify someone! Wait, how do I-' his thoughts were cut off as the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He turned around to come eye to eye with a handsome man who had dark blue eyes and long dark blue hair. Miach something told him.
"Hello, welcome to Blue Pharmacy. How can I help you?" the God asked him in a genuinely kind voice. Bell rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, to be honest. I'd like to invest in your shop," Miach's face lit up at the thought. He ran behind the counter and pulled out a dusty box, he blew off the dust and pulled out a scroll.
Speaking of scrolls. The Guild tried to trick him, all the suggestions for investments were all attached to the Guild. Crafty buggers. He wasn't manipulated that easily!
Anyways, Miach grabbed a quill and wrote some symbols on it.
You may be wondering why Bell was so hasty to buy some stocks here. Well, he didn't know, it just seemed promising. He was just hanging on a whim really.
"How much are you willing to invest?" Miach asked.
"How much is ten percent of the stocks?" he counter-questioned. Miach ran the calculations inside his head.
"One hundred thousand Valis," the God anwsered seriously.
"I'll pay for fourty percent of the stocks and I want a discount in-store." Bell stated with a finality in his voice, he thanked the Gods for his bargaining lessons with Goblin Slayer.
"Done. Just sign here and you can send us the money," Bell signed the scroll, after reading it of course, and counted out the four hundred thousand Valis and handed it to Miach. "There's the four hundred thousand I owe." The God's blue eyes bulged at seeing the Valis straight up but nodded nonetheless.
Bell pocketed the scroll and waved to his new business partner. Naaza was in for a surprise when she got back.
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"Hey~!" Bell turned to see the pink haired girl from the Guild in a black skirt, tight white shirt and a black cardigan. She ran up to him and wrapped his right arm in her chest. Bell blushed a little but pushed her off.
"Hi? Miss..."
"Misha Flott." Bell nodded awkwardly.
"Cool," he said blandly. They stood in silence for a bit until her stomach growled loudly.
"Wanna go get some food?" he asked quietly, it would be rude to let a girl go hungry. Her eyes lit up.
"Really!?" she asked, as if she hadn't eaten in days. She guided him towards where shewanted to go, with his arm in her bust. He was starting to get uncomfortable, but didn't want to be rude. So he let her lead him into the 'Hostess of Fertility' and sit them down.
As Bell had guessed earlier it was a very nice establishment. All races were welcome and a positive vibe was spread throughout the room, though the female dwarf behind gave off a 'No Bullshit' aura. Misha sat opposite of him in a booth and started talking about the place and herself. His red eyes glanced over the inn, subconsciously listening to Misha's rambling, and smiled at the good nature of all the people by the bar, reminded of his 'outing' with Goblin Slayer.
Red met sky blue as a young woman with green hair wearing the uniform of the inn;
A green above the knee dress with long puffed sleeves and a white collar, a white apron and headband, a small orange bow under her collar, black leggings and short brown ankle boots,
Stood infront of him with a soft pale, stoic face. Bell noticed her pointed her ears and beauty and thought she was a fairy, but something was telling him she was an elf.
He blushed when he noticed he was staring and hid his face behind his arms.
"S-Sorry! Gods all these girls are so cute," he whispered the last part to himself, but unbeknownst to him, the waitress heard. She chose not to act on it.
Misha didn't care at all for the situation and started ordering her meal, the waitress was quick to write it down. Bell's hands fumbled for the menu and he blindly asked for 'the pasta', the elf nodded and walked off. Misha called after her to get Bell some of 'Mamma Mia's' famous fruit liquor. He grew skeptical at his companion's 'innocent' behaviour.
The elf waitress came back with their meals in record time and Bell's pint of the fruit liquor. He thanked her and was about to ask Misha if she wanted to dig in, but she was already eating. The waitress nodded at him and left. He twirled his fork in the pasta and took a bite.
It had a rich, but not too much so, tomato sauce and a decent amount of parmesan on top. Misha looked up as he grabbed his pint and took a sip of his liqour. The unwelcome taste of alcohol hit his tongue but was quickly covered by the burst of fruit. He 'Mm, Mm'd at the taste, it reminded him of juice. He downed the rest of the pint and his companion smirked and called for another one. He declined but drunk it when it was placed infront of him, seeing no need to waste it.
Misha attempted to buy him another but Bell put his foot down. She looked taken aback, shocked even. But he cared not for those who tried to intoxicate him, as hard as it may be, and she was no exception.
Misha soon sat beside the white haired teen, practically on his lap, and was rubbing circles on his chest with her finger. Bell tried and failed to fight the blush from his face. She whispered suggestive calls in a husky voice, he grew more uncomfortable by the second. Red eyes looked around the bar for a possible escape route, nothing. Most, if not all, of the patrons were intoxicated and living in their own little world.
Bell scooched away from her but she kept trying to seduce him.
'Jeeze, I thought people had standards. But obviously its okay for someone to try and seduce any thirte-, oh! Its my birthday tomorrow! Im gonna be fourteen! Puberty and manhood here I come! Woo hoo!' little did Bell know puberty was not something to celebrate.
The thirteen year old's thoughts were briskly thrown aside as Misha grabbed his junk, Bell stiffened along with his member. His assaulter whispered into his ear.
"Let's ditch this place for somewhere more," she tightened her grip "private?" It was spoken as a question but Bell would be stupid to think it wasn't a demand.
Misha called over their assigned waitress for the bill and Bell started to sweat more than he already was. He was stuck. He didn't know how to get out of this without being molested further. He desperately looked around the tavern for help, all he saw were uninterested men and women. He mused that it must be a casual occurance and chuckled, to try and calm down and started to think of possible ways of escape.
And as if by devine intervention, their waitress came back wearing a pair of cold eyes. She tore out a piece of paper from her note book and placed it on their table.
"Your total is nine hundred and forty Valis," she stated with no emotion in her voice. Bell was surprised by the price, it was pretty expensive. Nothing too bad though.
Misha rose her head up quickly as if she just remembered something. She bonked her fist against the side of her head.
"Oops, silly me! I forgot my purse! I really am such an airhead," she smiled at him while squeezing her breasts together and squoze his ever growing member, stupid hormones!
Ryuu Lion noticed that her male client paled at the hand near him. She saw it on his crotch and mentally cringed, she had a very good poker face after all.
'She must really be an airhead if she thinks that's believable,' she scoffed in her head to herself and decided to help the young man out.
The elf waitress raised her voice loud enough for other customers to hear her.
"Miss. Would you kindly remove your hand from this fine young man's crotch. You are clearly making him very uncomfortable." Many heads turned to look at the pink haired woman.
Misha saw that she was being stared down by the majority of the patrons, she cursed under her breath and bolted out of the establishment, not wanting this to risk her job.
The chatter in the bar slowly started to return. Bell let his head fall down as he breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh. He stead like that for a while, that is until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Are you alright sir?" his green haired waitress and saviour asked him with a hint of worry.
"Bell,"
"Excuse me sir? I didn't get that," she asked back in her monotone voice with that same hint of worry.
"Bell Cranel, its my name. Oh, and miss?" Bell's chest shook a little.
"Yes, Mr. Cranel?" She tilted her head in confusion. Her customer then turned to look at her with tears in his eyes, threatening to spill. She was caught so off guard by this that she barely noticed her hand being held in both of his till he started to speak.
"Thank you miss. so, so much," he disarmed her with a smile fit for an angel "Thought I was a goner there for a second," he laughed to hide his fear, Ryuu looked to the side. Embarrassed by him touching her skin. Bell noticed she was shying away from his grip and he let go, completely oblivious to the habits of elves. "Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he chuckled and wiped his tears in his sleeve.
He handed Ryuu his payment with a pretty large tip. She tried to refuse it but he cut her off with a wave and reassured her that it was okay. He turned to leave but felt a tug on his cloak. Bell turned around to look at his waitress eyeing her feet.
"Ryuu Lion," she said in a quiet voice, even with his enchanced hearing he srruggled tto hear her. Bell leaned in further when she lifted her head up and their noses brushed against each other. Bell blushed himself into a tomato and Ryuu looked to the side again before she looked him dead in the eyes, his blush died down.
"My name is Ryuu Lion, Mr. Cranel," she stated. Bell forced a smile and nodded.
"Well, I'll see you next time Ryuu." And with that he left the 'Hostess of Fertility' and a concerned elf in his wake.
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Slash. Another dead. Stab. Another two sent to Tartarus, hopefully. An orange fireball thrown and that was another seven. Bell headbutted a Kobold from the Fifth Floor and slit it's throat.
Killing monsters was, unsurprisingly, a very good method of venting for Bell. Along with a way to clear his head.
He was shaken after his encounter with Misha, and this was the only way he knew how to deal with it. He remembered her hand on his member, it hardened at the thought. But he felt himself gag in disgust, damn hormones again. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.
He mindlessly went down to the Sixth Floor and was hit in the back. He looked back and was suddenly pulled into the mouth of something. He charged up a fireball and shot it down its throat and into its stomach, it swelled up slowly and then promptly popped like a balloon, and he was now drenched in its blood.
The white haired teen was more cautious with his new surroundings now. The walls were green, well those natural-lights were so maybe it was just them, and there were no Goblins or Kobolds in sight.
Bell progressed onwards and was confronted by a huge one eyed frog, probably the same type of monster that had gotten him before, a Frog Shooter. He noticed it cringed at the smell of its brethren's blood over his body. In its moment of weakness Bell rushed over and stabbed it through the eye and into its brain.
Bell sighed as he sheated his Knife.
It was a rather unwise decision,
Seeing as he was stabbed in the stomach by three fingers of a War Shadow.
Bell eyes widened as he coughed up blood, nonetheless he put his hand on the monsters head and smirked. It slackened for a second, till its head melted from the heat of the blue flames he summoned into his hands.
He stumbled back on laboured legs, but stood tall. He summoned the magic stones from the War Shadow and the Frog Shooters into a rift to 'the bucket'.
He kicked something along the floor accidentally and followed the black objects to a stop.
They were two War Shadow fingers! Score!
Though he was bleeding out right now and his magic was doing something with the Frog Shooter blood that seeped into his wounds. So he used the last of his strength to walk back up to the Fifth Floor.
He faced a regular sized lizard, he threw the War Shadow finger immediately. It died instantly and Bell picked up its corpse. He bisected it down the middle and wrung the blood out of its dead body like water out of a towel into his fresh wound.
Lizards healed wounds, right? Bell shrugged, he grabbed the finger, he heard something like that somewhere before. His memory was fuzzy so it was worth a shot.
He made it back to the Second Floor when his adrenaline ran dry. His tongue, ears, hands and feet hurt the most, but his whole body was aching.
He lied there for what felt like hours, though it was more likely just a couple of minutes, grunting in pain.
The thirteen year old stood up and opened a rift to his bed in his mindscape.
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Ugh, Bell felt that he could now sympathise with people who got hangovers. Not that he knew how they felt though, but it sounded pretty bad.
Yawning as he stretched in his bed, Bell stopped as his eyes shot open. He stuck his tongue out with all his might... and sighed after a few seconds.
'Ah, thank the Gods. That frog blood could've messed me up. On that note...' he looked to his blanket that his hand was stuck to.
He pulled with all his might, careful to not rip his blanket, but to no prevail. He fell down on his bed and let out a long sigh. His shoulders fell and the blanket folllowed. Bell picked up his blanket again and paused as it stuck to his hand again.
He mentally imaged dropping it and it fell. In an instant he ran to the kitchen and stuck his biggest pot to his hand, it held. Feeling a rush of giddiness he flew through the front door and put both of his hands on the wall.
And lifted both of his legs and planted his bare feet on the wall.
He stood parallel to the ground with his hands free, he had to use his considerable core strength to keep it up. He let out a deep exhale as he placed his hands back on the wall, and proceeded to crawl along it like a spider.
That is until he fell when he attempted to walk on a window.
He groaned and lifted his hand to block the sun's light, that's when he noticed the source of his new wall crawling powers. Loads of tiny hairs all over his hands and feet.
Bell stood up, collected Chrye's new daily egg and rifted it to his bucket.
The white haired teen walked away from his mindscape house and started to stretch in preparation of his daily exercise.
But he felt no tightness as he did so. He reached for his toes easily and even had his stomach parallel to his legs. Bell grabbed his leg and brought it up to be parallel with his body, ripping his trousers in the process.
Bell's attention was brought to his clothes and their pitiful condition. They had rips all over from various encounters in the Dungeon and his jacket and shirt had three large holes over his navel.
He took them all off, bar his underwear, and burned them with his fire. He did hesitate to burn his jacket, but it was inevitable.
Bell's ears perked up at the sound of a clunk. He did a full three sixty but saw nothing. He shrugged, it was probably just his imagination.
Clearing his mind, Bell got on with his routine.
And was it just him or did today feel important?
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My condolences if you have waited long for this chapter.
Canon probably won't start for another few chapters.Bell's powers are pretty cool, huh. They may remind you of a certain arachnid hero, but I degress. It is not from a radioactive spider, so we're all good.
Reviews as always, not that its been long, for ideas for the story and new powers and / or weapons for Bell. Please take into consideration though that I may not implement them.
I honestly enjoy reading the reviews, even if I only have fourteen on this story at the moment, and a little bit of constructive criticism is nice too. Just don't be that fucking dickhead who acts all high and mighty.
Apologies again if that came off as rude, an inherited trait of mine is not liking assholes.
Then again I haven't had an experience with any on this site, yet and I've probably started off a chain of events that will lead to the inevitability of a pathetic blob of flesh (taking a page out of my religion teacher's book for that one) criticising my story.
Enough about that though! since it doesn't affect the absolute majority of you guys and gals.
I am a guy and for as for your question it is spelled 'Orario'. I'm happy I'm making you guys happy with my story,
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I'm going with the M route.