None Familiar But One {Followers}
God, she did NOT have time for this. She had already dealt with one familiar face, and now another. Even though the ‘stranger’ had his face masked by a dark helm, he still seemed familiar. Was it from that ‘other world’ Gilgamesh was yapping about earlier? Who knew? This guy absolutely reeked of trouble. Lightning eyed him suspiciously. Who WOULDN’T think this guy was against good? Maybe it was the fact that he was familiar or the fact that Lightning couldn’t afford another fight at the moment, but she just put her hands over her head and shrugged.
“Maybe I’ll tell ya. How about a proper hello first, trashheap?”
“Well..if it isn’t a Warrior of Cosmos..so you too, are here? Is this a new battle-field we wage this war on? Or simply a deterrence to the true battle?”
At the current time he sensed nothing wrong with the other. He automatically assumed everything was still in the same cycle, simply displaced. But perhaps this wasn’t the case after all…
(Source: inexcussus-equitem)
“Do you mock my origin, worm..?” the two glowing gold eyes in his helmet turn to slits. “Not the wisest decision. However, I may consider excusing your insolence..if you prove to be of use.”
“Uh…”
Well this is awkward.
“Well, nay. I be not mocking thou and thy origins. For ‘tis th’ way I speaketh. I hail from th’ rule of Queen Elizabeth?”
Now he needs to keep it up to avoid offending this guy. Whoops.
“…hrmm…very well then. Tell me what you know of this land!”
‘Time for a little role play, I see.’
“…Please, great sir. Forgive my err. I am but a humble peasant. Th’ magic did cast itself, it were not my doing.
If thou wouldst be so noble a warrior to spare me my life, I would be grateful in more ways than one would be able to count!”
That should do it.
“Do you mock my origin, worm..?” the two glowing gold eyes in his helmet turn to slits. “Not the wisest decision. However, I may consider excusing your insolence..if you prove to be of use.”
Garland, both not knowing what the camera was in the first place and thinking Noah had somehow just cast Blind, swung his sword immediately at the youth.
HOLY-
Noah ducks just before the sword (real or fake, he’s not sure) swings right where he was.
“What was that about??”
Twas but a hunk of wood—but a very large hunk of wood. “Foolish Mage! Do not cast magic if you do not intend fighting!” Garland kept his tight grip on the sword, ready to swing it once more.
“What an interesting group of people…”
Click.
“I’m Noah. It’s really great to meet you all~”
Garland, both not knowing what the camera was in the first place and thinking Noah had somehow just cast Blind, swung his sword immediately at the youth.
None Familiar But One {Followers}
Garland had been wandering aimlessly about the city for hours now, to no avail of any entertainment or information. The clank of armor continued down the street, large wooden sword hefted over his shoulder so it wouldn’t grind down from dragging it. He stopped in his tracks, becoming still once more to observe the area. He’d have to force the information out of someone.
The first person to come past him would find a large hunk of wood swung in their way, like a gate falling closed.
“Tell me all you know of this land..”
Centuries Behind [Open]
Social experiment? Scientists? Hive City. This foreign world vexed Garland more than anything has. He stood on the sidewalk, still as a statue, eyes observing the surroundings. The ground held not a single pebble, dirt patch or tree. It was all pavement and asphalt. The buildings were strange looking, no castle, armory, or inn to be seen in their familiar sense.
There wasn’t anything familiar about this new battle field, and it shook up Garland internally. He was far from Chaos, and far from the comfort of solitude. There were far more people around than any kingdom he has ever been to, and the strange mechanical contraptions rolled by in the road in front of him that held even more people inside of them.
His hand tightened it’s grip on the wooden hilt of his replacement. How pathetic it was compared to his original sword. All of this was extremely irritating. But then again, conflict is everywhere. Fights are can break out anywhere. And those are the things Garland loves most, and what this city is full of.
He began on his way, towering over the regular citizens and dragging his heavy hunk of wood behind him. He didn’t care if he bumped into anyone, shoved them out of the way, what have you. Forward and only forward is where he walked.
