Hey guys, classes are finnaly finnished for me, so I'll start writting more regularly.
Anyway, let's get on with this ~ !
The Deserter Angel : Not exactly, there were a couple different thing that escalated this scenario.
Ascandas : Motivation indeed !
BiazerKaiser : You're not far from the truth... Congratulation !
Zet4 : In this case the full note would be 'What if Dante couldn't totally destroy Ishar'Mla'. Also, this 'What If' is somewhat cannon. You'll see what I mean.
Not absorbing Fia, she's kinda dead... As for what he is fighting, it's not Ishar'Mla anymore, she is 'Vergil'.
Noone care if u disagree : There isn't much context since it's supposed to be self contained, more elements are going to be revealed later, not now.
As for the 'sock puppets', they are two side of his mind, the one taken over by the sea born and the one who isn't, fighting for a justification that doesn't exist.
Well then, now that the answer have been given, let us see forwards~ !
?, Somewhere in the murky sea.
Something opened its eyes.
No, someone opened it's eyes for the first time.
'It' didn't exactly know who or what it was.
But it heared, saw, felt, a dream.
That person moved for the first time.
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Who was 'she' ?
... She ?
Had she an identity ?
What do you need to define it ?
... A name ?
One that resonnated with her...
'***, 'Bu*y **e l***t', *u* ..? *ey, *o *** h*v* a name ?'
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"̷̡̢̨̡̛̛̝̙͖͙͙̼̺̞̰̟̪͚͙̠̰͖̯̫̺̪̝̙̮͂͊̿̈́͌͐͌̈́͌̄́͗̍̿̃̈́͆̕͜͝A̶̧̧̡̡̧̨̛̛̱͙̲̯̬̬̯̙̫̺̯͕̘̼̩̭͖͉̩̝̪͙̿̉̆̋̌͋̂̆̇͌͛̀̈́͊̎́̚͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̢̛̘̜͇͔͙͍͔̬̯̗͈̟̬̣̘̎̍̒̈́̑͑̉̏̒̃̉̆̏͌̚̚n̸̡̧̧̛̯̲͇̰̯̩̤̻̖̲̻̦̫̻̟̠͔̥̝̜̥̯̯̙͇̽́͛̅͋̈̒͘͜ͅͅa̷̢̢̨̡̛̛̺̝̠̞̜̪͎͇͗̅̏͆̑͂̈͂̄̈̓̎̀̀͋̾̋̾͒̂̽̆̚̚̕̚͝͝m̵̛͈̮̜̭̗̄̈́͋͆̔̇̾̒̿͌̓̓̃̐̽̌̌̊̂̅̾͊̅̒̽̉̔̄̚̚͝ę̴̖͉̥̱̞̣͉̹͎͉̐̎͛͗͋̔͋͆̔̓̊̓̎̐̆̀̍̄̋̊̕̕͠ ̷̹̣̫̜͍̭͖̲̦̘̉̒̇̇̃̊͝.̶̨̢̢͚̥͚̩̤̠͚̤̮͕̗̗̦̭̩̖̹͖͙̼̳͐̇̀̕ͅ.̴̲̳̹̦͐̔͂̂͑̔̆͒́͑́͆͋̑̈́̉̀̋̒̆̌͋̅̆͒̀̐̃̚͘̚̕͝͝͠?̴̧̧̟̱͙̝̻̥͕͓͎̤̯̣͖̙͍̹̱̱̫̜͎͖̪̈̌̏͌̆̚ ̷̢̨̡͙̞̹̠̲̳̳͙̺̳̱̦͌̾̎̅̍̈́͒͒̐͗̒̒̌̂̈́̈́͂͗̏͊̂͗͑͗̈́̍̆̓̚͝N̶̻̞̦̠͖͚̻̟̳͖̖̭͍̫̺̘̭̺̲̠̹̘̰̠͓̺̎̾̔ͅǫ̷̢̣̠̻͖̫̼̞̲̺̲̯̳̠̭͕̫̲̟̗̹̬̫͇̦͈̙͓̲͈̦̀̎̓̄̐͐ͅ,̴̛̦̖̯̹̲̫̫͙̱͔̮̤̣̟̣̜͎̹̊̈̾̑̔̈͐̒̄͗̒͂̕͝ ̶̢̡̝̠͈̮̤̳̮͖͍̍͑̔̉̈́͊̑̽͒̇̃͐̅̉͑̓̚͘͘͜͝͝͝ẇ̸̧̨̧̧̛͓̼͍̺̱̻͉͔̗̥̩̗̞̩̮͇̖͚̫̘̋̆͂̈͆̀̒̽͊͑̑̿̅̑̎̎̐̕͜͠͠͠͝͝͝͝͠h̴̡͕͈͈̜͔̫͎̞̻̲͖͚̠͖͒̊͛̽͂̐͆͂͐͆̂̍̊̆̈̌̊́͐̎̒́̔̂̓̀̄̂̇̔̚̚͘͠͝y̸̨̧̡͕̭͍͇̻̻̦͖͓͎̖̮̩͓̤̪̽͗͒̊͋͒̓̂́̏͗̓́̌͆̔́͒́̽̔͂͌̉̕͠ ̷̙̳̯͈̎̾̀̌̾̑͂̈̅̽́̕̕w̷̛̛̛̫̯͉̱̜̠̩̯͔̽̀̈́̅́͗̇̀͑̓̒̂́͘̕̚͝͠͝ǫ̷̡̧̛͇͔̗̺̲̙̦͔̼͖̫̗̞̝͕̫͍̦̹̻͉͍̘͚͑͗̾̈̿̒̅͊͛̓̓̑̈́̽̌̈́̅͑̾̎̒̊̍̆͘͠͠͝ư̸̢͖̠̯͔̙͔͋̆̐́̅̅͌̒̑̿̍́̓̔̄̕͜͝͝l̴̼͉̐̄̀̀͜d̸̨̛̺̯̞̗̹̫̫̬̱̲̫͚̣̼̝̗͕͖̪̥̖̬͍̱̖̘͓̃̔̿̓̎̀̀̓̑̽́́̿͋̂̂̎̀̈́̏̈́̑̉̋͋͌̄͂̚̕̕͝͠͝͝ ̵̨̢͔̘͇͇̝̻̭͖̝̜͚̣̜̞̗͓̞̹̌̔̇̅͒͂̂̔̽̽͑͂̓̄̔͌̋̈́̄͐͠ą̷̧̢̧̙͍̭̤̭͙̻̯̹̜̺̟͙̭̮̜̳̯̘͙͔͓̞̈́̅̀̄̊̏̍́̆́̍̒̑̀̚͜͜͝ͅ ̴̢̨̧͍̪͈̥͔̦͎͉̠̱̬̜̯̬̹͇̺͚͛b̵̡̢̧̠͔̺̖̙̭͍͖̹̣̳͙̳̝͓̟͛͂̈́͋̄̅͛͛̉̎̒̍̈́̆̏̽̈́͒̕ͅé̷̡̡̧̩̳͉͓̞͎̰͉͙͕͉̭̙̰̦͈͖͓͕̣̭̪͙̰͚̥̤̹̼̪̳̂̈́͂̄̍̒̿͜͝į̵͚͚̟͕̗͎̦̱͍̝͈̫̩̰͇̫͇͕̭̗̯̭̤̝̈́́͊̃͗̊͘̚n̷̨̧̧̺̹͉̖͇̝͚̫̪͉͙̺͚̫͌̽̅͂͋̎͑̂͝ͅg̷̟̰̞͙̗͇̖̫̗̟̣̊̀̓̔͑͆͒̋͂͊̽̽̄͐̔̅̍̏̐̿̌͛͛͛͛̄͘͝ ̷̨̛̰̠͉̻̣̲̤͎̱̙̖͍͓̾͛̿̑̈́̄͐̑͌̌̀̅͛͒̿́̅̋͌͑̑͐̎̓͆͂̏̿̕̚͝s̶̨̛͆̋͒̊̓̎̓́̀̈́̈́͂́̐͌̆̿̂̄̒̔̈́̐͂̅̅͛͘͝͠͠u̸̡̨̢̝̼̺̭̪̩̹̣̫͈̣͓̟̣̫̖͖̪̝̭͓͉̰̐̏̓̇̓̌͑͑̒̉͌̃̌̅̓́̏̋̏͋͘͘͘͜͝͝͝͝ç̴̨̯̼͕̲͚̗̜̞̙͉̳̞̟̰̎͛̏͗͒̀̀͑͊̅͋̄͗̈̽́̕h̸̨̨̢̧͍͓̺̰̣̮͙̫͎̰͔̋͑ͅ ̵̢̳̣̩̜̉̐̃̈̽̈̽̀͒̐͒͌͒̊̔͊̏͌̈́͒̓̈́̓͊͌̚̕͝͝a̸̢̢̧̭̤̠̝̳͙̬̼̤̪̟͖͛̈̃́̈̿̏͐̈́͋͑͗̍͛͜s̵̢̛̮͔̺̺͇̦̥͕̮̊̂̈́̈́̀͒̿̿͋͝ ̵̤͕̻̝̞̣̭̬͐́ͅḿ̵̛̛̟̘̤̦̲͊͒̈́̐̊̊̋̈́͆̉͑̔̓̔̌̌̇̉̎̊̅̋͘̚͘̚͘͝ȩ̷̥͓̪̥̯̲̗̖̞̙̳̣̋ ̷̨̘̰̣͇̜͎̼̻͇̗̤͚͎̳̙̜̤̼̙͔̣̭̬̝͚̣̹͈̽̿͆͐̐͛́͊̄̎̂̅̿̎͂̚p̵̢͈̥̫̞̭̤͍̫̋̓ỏ̸̧̨̡̨̨͉̭̻̣͙̗̣̳̯̖̣̱̤͇̱̭͎͎̗͉̦͓̠̪̼͓͉̠͙̐̉͐̓̾́̄̄̆̃́̍̏́̐͂̋̋͌̋̕͘̚͠͝͝s̸͕͔̪̮̹͇͉̫̖̳̖̭̖̙͔̱̘̱͇͖̲̥̙̖͒̀͘͝ͅͅs̷̡̤̘̬̖͛̈̈́̇͊̏͂́̒̅̈̂͐̆̏̉͒͘̚̕̚͝ȩ̴̡̨̻͕̫͓̣͇̥̗̳̺̘̩͇̳͈͇̹̩̗̺̟̥̞̜̣̜̦͉͙͙͂͊̈́̈́͜͝͝s̸̢̨̧̧̘̦͍͎̘͇̫̠̬̠͔̤̻̦͔̬̫̻̞͉̩̣̺̩͔̱̞̟̜̿͗͆͑͒̓̊̓̋̏̿͂̈́͛̈́̐ͅ ̵̨̨̛̲̰̘̙͍̙̩̠͙͎̻̖͓̳͙́̉̆̒̅͊́̓̀͊̏̕ͅą̷̛̛͔̜̩̮̇̌̈́̈́͑̐̑̈́̈́͋̅̐̌́̑͋͗̈́̚̕͝͝͠͝ ̶̡̨̼̳͕͎̺̖͈͉̗͔̬͎͔̱̖̜́͌̊̀̈̀̎̿̽̋̓͊́̾̂̏̕͝ḣ̷̹̗͍͇͍̘̯͉̙̜̺̞̩̝̣͆̽͐͒͊̒́̈́̄̀̌͂̒̀̈̔̓͌̈́̿̓̌͝͠û̷̡͉̙̟͓͍̲͚̞̙͚̀̓͐̊̓̆̐̌̊̒͑̇̆̎̃̏̑͂̈́͒̃͋͂̏͆͗̓̐̚͘̕͜͠͝͝͝m̵̢̨̞̲̩̯̼̠̖̙̝̝̗̤̤͉̖̥̦̳̻̰̗̩̱͇̺̖̗͂͋̒̏̍̓̏͒̂̇̿̐͜͜ͅͅā̸̞̯͕̟̥̯̩̠̩͚̤͓̗͔͚̍̉̒̇́̿n̷̼̪̭̯̩̤͐̏̆̇̎̀̓͆͗̇̇͗̕͘͜ ̷̨̢̢̨̢̨̗̜̱͚̠̱͙̲̩̙̺̗̠̰͔̲̮͍̠̗̗͔̬̯̬͓̯̼̔̆̉̄̓̈͑̈̉̉̓̈̅̍͆̓̍̚̕̕͝ͅc̷̡̙͚͍̯͉̖͙̝̭̪̘̗̘̘̰̼̜̣̙̟͉̬̤̬̻̙̀̒̓̊̎̏̑́̔́̈́̿̔̔̌͆͊̀͋̿̊̇̓͛̒̆͌͘̚͝͝͝͠ͅơ̸̡̨̳̭̦̜̝̼͍͎̯͗̏̍̒̓͒̎́̀̿͒̂̓͐͜ͅͅṅ̵̨̛̍̌̾̑́̑̉̀̓̈̚ç̴̧̨̧͓̜̯̱̺̯̼͚͎͓̹͖͉̹͕̰̟̞̹͔̝̖͎͚̺͖͉̝͍̒̑͆͗͐̑̾̐̇̎̐͝ͅͅȩ̵͔̑͋̿̐̅̈̀̀͛̽͂̌̋̚̚͠p̵̛̛̭͎̼̱̞̻̼̬̫̠̺͕̈̈͒͑̌̈͂̀͒̅̔̔̉͂̾̔̀͊̅͆́̾͋̎̾͘̚ͅt̸͕̥̳͚͋͋̎͋̓̋̓̀̇̀͊̓͑̂͗̔̌͠͝ͅ ̴̪̦̖̰̝̓̊̓́͜l̶̡̫̻̥͙̬͚͔͔̞͈͔̮͋͐͛̿̈́̋̎͐̐̇͑̉̕̕͘͝͠͝͝ͅį̸̡̗͔̩̩͚͓͖̩̤̳͖͚̅̉̃̍̒͋͂̍́͑́̇̅̚͝͠͝k̷̨̛͙͎̻͉͛͗̊̾͗̂͐̆͑̔̉̔̎͘̕͜͜ę̷͎̖̟̠̻̘͕̗̰̣͙̼̬̼̲͎͈̅̆́̑̍͒͆̀̚̚ ̷̢̗̲͔̖̳̰͇̬̀̈́̎̃̿́̈͆̋̋̊̌̚͜a̷̢̛̙̲͕̹͈̟͔͍͖̮͑͂̔̊̄̔̇͆͗̑̍̂̒͌̎̓̈́̉̾̈́̐̂̇̉́͊̚̕̚͠ ̷̢̨͈̪̬͕̣̰̤̺̙̙̖͔̖͉̰̩̙̠̠̘̤̲͈̪̥̞͚̘̄̇̓͒̐͐̊̃͘͜͝͝ń̵̨̗̝̱͈̞̘̺͙̺̳̥̣́͛̈̌͐̓͑̿̑̆̔͗̀͒̄͐̂̚̚͝͝å̶͓̟̄̿̇̔̌͛̓̕m̶̡̼͇̬̞̻͖͓͖̟̘̋͆̌̀͑̀̍̅̏͐̀͌͗̏̋̋͛̈́͛́͊̈́̍̈́̚̕͘͝e̴̢̡͙͍̱͙̥̎ ̸̨̮͇̦͔͖̱̭̖̰͎̮͙͖̱̇̆͂̐̒̈́͌̐̾̌̄̈́̽̓́̓̈́̂͆̾̃̾̈́̓̂̆̆̐́̐̚͜͜͜?̸̡̧̢̯̟̪̞̟̰͙̟̻̗̩̫̜̘͕͕͍̤͍͓̇̑́̿͊̀̾͆̓͋̓͋̋̈́͒͊̈̅̈͋͑̏̀̆̾̽̐͗̕̕͜͝͝͠ͅ"̵̨̢̢̧̛̛̙͓̮͇͉̩̘̖̭̞̗͖̗͚̥͔̈́͌͗̈́̑̋̓̽͗͗̎̈́̑͋̽̅̉͊̀̈́̔̈̈́͘͜͝͝ͅ
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'* *e*. *ou'** ** Vergil *o*.'
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'Vergil'.
That would be a name.
... That man.
He must be her 'progenitor'.
He gave her a name, after all.
...
She shall find him.
No matter what it takes.
That she vows.
Ursus, Somewhere on a Campus.
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Kill me now.
"Just... follow me for now."
"Yes."
... How do you explain this to... Anyone ?
'Ah, yes, this is your mortal enemy, I managed to put a collar on her, don't worry at all ! Also, don't kill her 'cause she'll just revive without the restriction and it'll be annoying again...'
This spell's purpose is delayed regeneration, it blocks it entirely when it's about minor stuff, but it should've given us a couple years at least.
And now she... he... it ..? That thing ressurected immediatly and now is going to be an ennourmous pain in the ass.
Conclusion : kill it with fire.
...Counter point : it will reform in another body without the restriction...
Hah...
Well. This is my life now.
Let's sink with it...
After a while I had an Idea.
Why not simply give her to someone else ?
Wouldn't be my problem anymore.
Thus, the perfect plan was hatched inside of my mind.
"I got a task for you to do."
"... Very well."
"List and summarize all that is needed to function for Ursus."
"... Why, may I ask ?"
"'Cause I'm making a city-state, so I'll see if I can diversify my sources."
"... Alright."
And thus, I had libertated my hands from this gigantic nuclear bomb.
Victoria, Guard School.
It took me (And both Fia and Mostima) two month to convince Tahlula to come with me to Victoria to have a talk with Ch'en.
I couldn't ask help from the two hunters, they are more clueless about feelings than Tahlula, and she seriously need a therapist.
All in all, I managed to convince her, and we departed a week later.
Ch'en would've came back in 4 month for a break, but I couldn't wait that long, considering that it would be better to rip the band-aid now than then.
"So, ready ?"
"... I don't think I ever will be, so let us just get this done with."
"Got it~ !"
And with that, we enter the School.
People started to look at us weirdly.
... This may be because Tahlula refuse to part with the nobless uniform of Ursus.
I told her it would be weird but she seriously don't want to.
So, we'll have just have to do it like this.
...
After a while of snooping around, we finnaly manages to find her.
"Let me just go talk to her for a second so she can mentally prepare for this."
"And you didn't do this with me because ..?"
"Because you had 2 month of preparation ?"
"..."
"Give me a second."
...
"Hey Ch'en, been a while."
"Uh..? Wait, what are you doing here ?!"
"You didn't tell me you had friend outside of me, Chen Chen ?"
"Thats- Wait a second. Answer me, Dante, what are you doing here ?!"
"So, remeber when I told you to not worry about it ?"
"..? About what ? You told me that a lot ?"
"Well, don't worry about it."
"?!"
"Hey, you can come in now."
...
And now, I leave...
Don't want to be in the splash zone.
"Tahlula ..?"
"..."
"Huh ? Who'se that Chen Chen ?"
"Give me a second Fiona, what are you doing here ? How are you here ? Why..?"
T/N Note : Bagpipe actual name is Fiona Young, fun fact.
"I..."
"Chen Chen..?"
"Tahlula, how did you..?"
"We... Have much to talk about..."
"I would suppose so."
And thus, four hours passed...
To make a long story short, they were reunited.
Of course that didn't mean they reconcilled, since there were a couple things that needed to be adressed.
Tahlula decided to stay there and keep in toutch with her sister, while also telling me not to notify Wei.
Which is a good thing 'cause telling him I knew where his neice was this whole time would be akward.
And I also swore to give her her Art classes, so I'll have to find the time...
It's not like they're going to war in the near future... Why rush things ..?
Anyway, there's more pressing matters.
Now that this objective was done, I need to find someone...
"So then, I'm going to the capital of Yen now !"
"You didn't explain anything, dumbass."
Ah, yes, of course, Fia wouldn't read my internal monologue.
"Well, I need to find someone, where my only lead is inside the capital of Yen, wich is why I need to go there."
"And ?"
"And what ?"
"... You're a moron."
"Fia, I'm not an Empath, if you're not telling me what you're thinking, I won't know it."
"sigh, just let me tag along this time."
"Oh ..? Little Fia want to go on another adventure ?"
"Shut the fuck up, and let me follow you."
"Urgh, sorry, the signal is weak here-"
Teleporting out now-
*BANG*
Shit, her artillery is still on point-
Fuck, I thought I could escape easily.
God damn it-
*BOOM*
"You need to learn chill Fia..."
Pointing her gun to my head isn't something I would classify as 'nice'.
"And you need to learn to listen to others, before I introduce the concept of a circle to your skull."
"Urgh, Fine, I'll let you come with me."
"Yes-! Urgh, I mean, Finnaly."
I can still see how thrilled she is, considering she's nearly blowing herself up, like the phoenix she is.
Like seriously, you'll seriously think that her feathers are actually lighting on fire when you see those light up like that.
"Alright then, since I know you, we'll take a motorcycle."
"Good."
"... Mostima still not done with that delivery ?"
"... No. To be fair, it is in Kazdel..."
"Who the fuck is asking for PL in Kazdel..."
"I think they are asking her as a Messenger, less than PL."
"Mhm..."
"Anyway, who are we searching for ?"
"A film director."
"Huh ?"
"Ah, sorry, that wasn't what I meant."
"Ah, so ..?"
"I meant a very shitty film director. Like, B movies or even less."
I wouldve said 'Michael fucking Bay but a white haired chick' but she wouldn't get the reference.
"Why ..?"
"Why what ?"
"Why are you searching for a film director ? A bad one at that ?"
"'cause I need to find her."
"... 'Her' ?"
"Yeah."
"... Molestus litte stercore, si hoc non potes intelligere multa innuit-"
(T/L note : 'Annoying little shit, if you can't even understand this many hints' is the english translation)
"What ..?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DRIVE !"
"Okay, geez."
After arriving at the capital- with a angry flamming birb -I asked around for a theatre.
Her movies are well known pieces of shit, mostly 'cause she's the director.
Honnestly, if she only was directing it wouldn't be that much of a trash, she's pretty capable at that, but she has 0 talent in writting, most of it got taken by her older sister.
For the people who still have no idea who the hell I'm taking about, it's Nian.
She was stated to have build multiple moving city, so I need her to make one for the infected.
Of course, I'm paying.
How you may ask ?
Simple, I have a lot of money.
Like, a fuck ton.
Remeber that insurance pay I couldn't use a kid ?
Yeah. That.
Current Balance :
26,078,050,004,036 LMD
I'm fucking Rich.
If it weren't pretty much the same value as the Yen, I would be filthy rich, but well, since it is, divide that number by 100 and you get an approximate number.
I'm still seriously fucking rich.
Not Jessica level of rich, but filthy rich.
I've got the ammount of budget for a small mobile city.
Wich is around 8 trillion LMD.
Yeah, it's a fuck ton.
Considering I'm asking it with the entire city built directly and not just the skeleton, it's going to be closer to 12 trillion.
Half my riches.
Well, it's fine. It's really not like I would have used that much myself.
But well, I'll put a little prayer for mom and dad.
Since it's their life insurance, their entire fortune and the entire ammount of money I gathered by selling propriety I owned throught them.
Which is a lot.
They were pretty rich.
And also, gentrification.
Like, shit, those propriety they had left, they went up in value.
Anyway.
The angry birb (pun intended) doesn't want to talk to me for now and is content walking next to me with an angry expression.
...
After walking a while to two different theater, I finnaly got one where I can see one of her film.
...
The hell is this, a isekai light novel title ?
A troll movie ?
(A/N : random bit of knowledge you'll never need- In Homestuck (one of the first and influencial webcomics) Troll (as a race) had movie title that was basicly a synopsis. Not like nice synopsis a small sentence long, like the description of the movie kind of long. Around two paragraph. Now you are cursed with this useless knowledge.)
Seriously, what the hell.
"Is this what you meant by terrible writting ?"
"Yep."
"Just the title is enough to give me Oripathy."
"Pretty much."
"How pretty is she that you need to find her even with this..."
"What was that ..?"
"... Nothing."
"... Alright. If you have any questions..."
"No."
"Aight."
...
"Hey, you know who made this movie ?"
"Yes, isn't it miss Nian ?"
"I'm wondering if you would know where she might be, there's fan mail- don't ask me how, even I don't know who could be fan of those- that I need to deliver, I'm a messenger you see."
"Ah, I see. Well, that can happen. And miss Nian is really famous so it might just be people sucking up to her... You might be able to catch her anywhere in this city, esspetially right now, since she's in the beggining in her writting period."
"Writting period ..?"
"She's finding inspiration for her next 'masterpiece'..."
"Ah."
"Yeah..."
"My condolences... Working as a cashier in this kind of theater..."
"... I have seen too mutch to stop."
"I'll throw in a prayer for you, my dude."
"... Thanks, it means a lot."
...
"You're done asking for direction ?"
"Yeah, seems like she's trying to write another weapon capable of causing another Oripathy outbreak."
"Geez... And she gets the money to do this... How ?"
"Probably the same way she's about to get rich off of my request..."
"... What ?"
"Wait. I did explain why where searching for her ?"
"... Isn't it 'cause she pretty ?"
"... Seriously. I have enough eye candy for a lifetime- ouch, shit you hit like a truck -the reason why we're searching for her is 'cause she is the only one who can make what I'm asking to make in a reasonable ammount of time. And it is something that is going to cost me an arm and a leg."
"... Just that ?"
"What. Seriously, you and Mostima are wayyyy enough for me."
"Shut the fuck up."
"What, were you jealou- Fuck, not my ribs, you already nearly broke one-."
"I said shut the fuck up."
"Ahahahahahahah !"
"SHUT UP !"
*BOOM*
Shit, I teased her too much...
Time to bail-
"Not right now."
Ah, I'm fucked, she grabbed me before I could teleport out-
"We're checking into this hotel."
"..? Wait isn't that a-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"... okay."
I have a feeling like I'm going to break more than my ribs tonight...
...
I was...
Right ?
Well, no.
'Not Wrong' would be more accurate.
...
If you guys didn't understand what happened last night, don't worry I wasn't either.
Women, am I right ?
-this was a joke, please don't take it seriously-
But genuinely, I cannot understand how her brain fuction.
...
Well I had a speed course on her anatomy last night-
Welp, I won't have that image out of my mind for a while.
And holy shit, she bites.
She has bitten me everywhere- no, not there thankfully -and those suckers are going to leave a mark.
Like the burnt skin in the shape of her arms and legs on my back and torso...
She is hot, in the most litteral way possible.
... I also have to pay for that bed.
And the noise complaint.
... She may have blown up.
A couple times.
...
Let's think of something else-
Walking by the city is nice.
...
It would be better without a certain birb breaking my arm.
"So, what favors are you talking about, huh ?"
"Yeah, I glossed over it yesterday because it's not something that's nice to talk about."
Fun fact, most races that aren't Sankta or Sarkaz are VERY territorial.
Like, *I own you just like you own me* kind of deal.
I wouldn't say perro would piss on you to mark territory but it's close.
As for Libery, their kind of marking is, well...
"Don't take it of."
"I know."
"You were thinking about it."
"I was, like the fact that you placed it in the middle of-"
"SHUT UP."
"Yeah."
I have one of her feather in my hair.
"I need to shower tho."
"Doesn't matter."
"It's going to be wet."
"It still doesn't matter."
"Urk, fine."
Mhm ?
*scribble*
Is someone spying on us ?
*click*
Sounds like Fia heard it too.
Considering she took of her gun security, she's about to shoot a bitch.
"... Meus."
"Down girl."
Fist meet head.
*bonk*
Geez, was she this down bad in cannon ..?
"Urgh... Who is it then ..?"
"I think I have an idea..."
I walk towards the source of the writting noise.
"Eek-"
I grabbed it. Or more exactly, her.
"Well, well, well. Is your new movie a romance movie ?"
"Heheheh..."
