Curse you Being X !!!

“… It can’t be helped. Life is but a fleeting dream, after all– an illusion. Therefore… truly. It can’t be helped at all now, can it? However!”

“To say I didn’t enjoy my time here would be a lie! Uhahaha! Even if none of my plans came to fruition– there were some good times! Bothering Okita, tea times with the Queen of France, defeating that Nightmare Daidarabotchi, getting to see multiple beautiful girls in swimsuits…! And even getting to pull pranks on Nobukatsu! Truly… yes. This situation simply can’t be helped.”

“But I do not regret any moment of it.”

“Except for my time working as a police officer! Uhahahaha!”

     And with the press of a lever, a part of the old Hive City Police Department blew up. See you next time! In the new rping group: Sengoku Atsumori: War of the Three Clans!

Affected Sectors:

Sector One

A rift opened in the middle of the sector, releasing the pariah from the underground. A magical storm was cast above the sector, rendering most of it obscure. Raw destruction, tremors and fires and lightning. Culprit: Nightmare Knight

Sector Five

The Condesce used her psyonic blasts to topple a populated shopping center to the ground, wrecking the buildings around it and causing heavy casualties, watching as that mayhem ensued. Culprit: The Condesce

Sector Four 

A series of explosives and special effects were detonated, crumbling several buildings in Sector Four. The people affected assumed Nightmare Knight is to blame, and have begun to form a rioting crowd. Culprit: “Nightmare Knight”              (Instigator currently unknown)

Sector Two

Shalem’s brow raised a bit, catching that strange interruption with those words. Yet with little reason to pursue it or question it, the assassin simply shrugged as his eyes focused on Tanya.

“Relying on your magic when you know very well you can’t be certain there’s enough to be had is dangerous, you know. Besides, you might enjoy your trickery and what not, I’d rather rely on something more tangible and solid.”

With a sigh, the assassin brought up a chair close to Tanya’s hospital bed and sat down in it, folding his arms over his chest.

“So how long did the hospital say you’ll be here?”

I hope he catches how unimpressed I am with my retort for my expression doesn’t fully cover it. Is he just this bad in smalltalk?

“ I’m not relying on it though. I can’t, I’m sure your weapons were just as blocked and changed up when you arrived, weren’t they? I was just complaining a bit.“

“ As for the medicines did you ever take consideration for my age? You can’t stuff child full of medicine in the same way they do with adults. Spells have their own side-effects but none of those will kill you by overdose. “

It’s pointless to reason with this guy, I get it but the way he denies something so obviously useful just endlessly frustrates me. It’s pigheads like this that put breaks on development by dismissing things that are foreign to them. If I was his superior I would force him to work with mages and see how much damage he can do compares to them ---- 

Ahh useless. I sigh as well. 

There’s a few typos in Zettour’s form:

I updated my alphabet:

“Oh they had me leave the flowers at the front desk, Miss Degurechaff. See I wanted to bring you a room full of it, but hospital staff said it would have been too gaudy for you.”

His voice dripping with sarcasm, Shalem simply took stock of the room that Tanya was currently recovering in. Nothing too fancy, just a normal hospital room.

“I have to admit, though this city is much less advanced than what I care for, at least their medical facilities don’t leave much to be desired for. I guess you can count yourself lucky for being able to have modern medicine, yes?”

“ What a teeerrible shame. “

I give a laugh.

“ For your standards perhaps. For me this is fine, it’s the kind I was u-- uh I mean, what I prefer... “  I almost slipped with my words there.

No kidding though, the improvement technology and hygienics and other such matters compared to the time during the Great War is a blessing. Save for one thing that’s missing from this City... 

    ▬Shishigou’s hand lowers only enough to not catch his sunglasses in his rush to rub his forehead with an agreeing grunt. He did not expect this turn of event either, nor the idea of his supervisor being the one to turn up after weeks of cooperative gaming.  He never played during work but the idea of being fired for simple hobbies lingered in the back of  his throat like vomit. This would have been his first stable job!

    “ Ugh, yeah, I do. There’s no way, right? Yet…  Geez.”

     ▬He sighed, deflated. Shishigou fell back against his chair. His elbows hung over the back. He glanced toward the baristas taking orders. He went ahead and ordered ahead for them, but it felt weird to bring that up. 

  “ Weren’t you like.. part of the Great War or something?  You talked about everything so naturally, I would have never guessed anyone from that time would be able to play or understand games and talk shit in them too… Or even liking the same restaurants that didn’t exist back then . Its weird, yo. I’m still not used to all this… weird world thing. It just…doesnt work in mine, yanno. That was like 70 years ago to me.”

Ahh, as expected, he’d pick it up wouldn’t he? Although I’m not glad about almost being found out I’m fairly sure that if someone wasn’t able to at least feel that something was off when I talk more freely - well, I might have hired a wrong person.

“ Ah, well you know.... It’s that. “

My eyes divert to the side. What a pain. I really don’t want to deal this. Wouldn’t it seem deceptive to have hidden the information of my identity? I mean, certainly it was for my own benefit but it’s not that important to know isn’t it? 

“ I came here a lot earlier than you so... “

Silence fills the air and I can still feel his stare on me. I grit my teeth. Not that I can read his mind but is this going through? Probably not. He’s not answering so that should mean it isn’t right? 

“ ....alright fine. I’m not really sure where to start though.“ I find my self fiddling with my hair.

“ Well, as far as this body goes, it really is about 12 years old and I’m also not the one to pick the name - it’s recorded by the nuns of the orphanage I lived in but... “

I take a little breath. Useless already isn’t it?