#argananmuses

He wasn’t a huge fan of the points system, honestly. Why have one? Was that the sole motivation of most heroes nowadays, to defeat criminals to get points? It was sad, he admitted quietly to himself, and he had a feeling that Lunatic would probably have a dislike for that too.

He liked Lunatic’s ideals. Why bother capturing villains who obviously didn’t learn from being locked up the first time around?

So he’d take the rooftops on occasion, wait for a bit...and fire.

He was always accurate when it came to hand-eye coordination, even with one eye. He smirked. 

“Lunatic...I will meet you someday.” He whispered softly under his breath, before retreating into the shadows, feeling good about taking down another criminal for the first time in a while. 

What the hell...?

What was going on? Why was he in a carnival? He didn’t understand—how did he get here? Looking around, the Count of Lazulis winced. It didn’t look like a very nice carnival to him at all. If anything, it looked bleak in his opinion. Maybe he should look around and find out what’s going on...

He had an admiration for General Asthar. The way that man could command the battlefield was astounding, effective, flawless and unwavering. He’d heard of how the General had stepped down from Supreme General after that rebellion, though, and felt a bit bad for him, though he understood why he felt that way. Had Arganan been in that same position, he probably would have stepped down, too, even if it wasn’t truly his fault.

The white knight was young, and to an extent still letting his youth take over him at times. Otherwise, though, he was extremely disciplined, always doing his duty without question, always hovering about General Asthar and always asking what he needed to do.

Therius was beautiful, but the atmosphere around him seemed to scream ‘step back’ whenever Arganan saw him. That Therius was untouchable to anyone and everyone around him, except for Asthar, seemingly. 

His dreams contained strange things at times.

He hated this part of his day, but unfortunately it filled up most of the day. All the reports, the paperwork to be filled, things to be signed, things to be looked at, blah blah blah blah blah...

Part of him felt grateful that he’d even started to allow questions to be asked. It was a nice reprieve from all the damn paperwork.