"Jaeques," Lady Windrunner repeated over the WCD. "You are to put my requests first, especially over you're Mundane job."
"Yes, milady. I will be there shortly," I told her, closing the WCD. Attempting to put it in my robe pocket, I dropped it on the ground. Why doesn't Sai just give these people his "personal tech" so they don't have to rely on these blocks of trouble?
"Hey, let me get that for you," a passing teen offered. At least the people became much more helpful when their new president, Joan Gottswald, was elected and implemented many beneficial things, like a much smaller budget and more intelligent people in charge.
At least that's how Sai saw it.
"Thank you, son," I said. Making sure I coughed at least once after saying that, hiding the undead inflection in my voice, I received the WCD back from the young man. Nodding awkwardly, the young man resumed his trek somewhere.
My mundane job? Delivery and paperboy. I do it during the late evening and early morning to hide my self being and save public sanity. But this was an 'emergency delivery'. I had to deliver a bucket of strawberry ice-cream to a vendor who was almost out. I hoped I got paid extra.
Resuming my midday trek from my brief break, I got into the car that Sai kept to get around, since our mounts and the rugged bike Ash had made was a bit odd, and drove off.
Arriving in less than ten minutes to the vendor, I put on the Konig Delivery Service gear and the old human costume Sai made, who was truly a wonderful friend and resource if you haven't guessed by now, and entered through the back. After handing the Ice-cream over, a new person took the clerk shift to handle the slowly growing line. He looked at me for a moment with a strange look on his face for a moment, passing by, but simply turned around and greeted the next customer.
I headed back to the car, but the car's keys slipped out of my pocket and hit the ground. Sighing, I reached down and grabbed the keys. Once I had hold of the keys though, a group of bikers, denim-wearing leather-clad big men with a vest that displayed a emblem of a purple flaming skull, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
For some odd or no reason at all, he pushed me up against the car and punched me. Not intended for combat, Sai's costume tore and it was fairly obvious that they didn't expect it. The man paused.
A lucky passerby noticed us, and proceeded to run around screaming "Zombie!" at the top of their lungs. Others noticed and did practically the same, only instead of just losing their sanity, they even tried to harm me.
That's when I realized there was one option: to kill. I only needed to speak three words: "Jorgen, Mokubeix." Jorgen, a felguard or demon warrior, and Mokubeix, a felhunter or mage slaying hellhound, appeared before me. "Kill."
"As you wish, master," they said in unison. Sometimes, slaughter is the only option, and in cases like this where there is no way to redeem yourself from being a random-encounter enemy, provides the best and possibly worst conclusion.
But I didn't have a problem with it. Mokubeix quickly vanished and materialized with more felhunters, and soon, I could move around again. I quietly snuck into a side building, while the people outside were not having the best of days.
"And which kind of ice-cream would you like, young man?" the clerk asked.
"Cherry, please," Cressord-kun asked.
"Waffle cone or cup?"
"Cup."
Turning toward me, expectedly, he asked, "how about you, young miss?"
"Strawberry cup, please," I asked. I instantly thought of three responses for him.
However…
He looked taken aback. Then prepared our treats. Cressord also had noticed. Without a word, he handed our treats over and Cress paid the fee.
"Have a nice afternoon," Cress said politely.
"Yeah," the clerk simply said.
Walking out of the store, I noticed markings on Cress' face, next to his right eye. It appeared to be a box with the bottom half sectioned off and cut in half.
Lick. Cress licked my forehead. "Oh, right. You're not ice-cream," he joked. I chuckled. "As for this," he said, indicating the marking, "don't worry about it."
"Fine," I said, munching the last of the ice-cream. We walked about two or three steps when the people around us began panicking.
"Zombies!" some were shouting. Cress grabbed a passing person and told them to get people inside. They nodded and when Cress let go, they ran for a bit and relayed Cress' message to others.
"Come on," Cress said, grabbing me and half dragged me into a building. A hotel. A fukking hotel.
"Hey! Perv!" I yelled at him, flustered.
"You're worried about that?" he said. Suddenly we were all alone.
Not noticing, I continued to yell at him. "You don't know what a girl cares about more!"
He stopped. I thought he was going to turn around and yell at me. He turned around, alright, but instead of yelling, he touched the mark. It shifted, moved under his left eye, and changed shape. It still had the box outline, but the center three lines moved upward, making a upside down triangle split through the middle.
I blinked, but still.
"And? What did that d-" Cress had turned into a girl. Long red hair and blazing red eyes replaced the dusty-black eyes and short hair. Still slim with a somewhat desirable flat-chest. Dark colored shoes and knee-high socks complimented her new orangish yellow vest and black undershirt and skirt, and made her territory so… so…