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…
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.
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.