#carnalcrown

It was tough, getting used to this new land. The Enchanted Forest was huge! There were mountains, forests, lakes, shores, castles, caves... Really, it's the ideal world for an adventurer. Unfortunately for Seto, he decided to check out the mountains terrain and ended up completely lost.

Now, ordinarily, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Manage your way through a day or two, find a village or something and talk to people to figure out where you actually are, and there you go, you're back on track. The issues right now is the stories and warnings he received about all of the witches that supposedly take refuge in mountain caves. So far, Seto hasn't had much luck with weapons, however he did buy a decently cheap sword that doesn't exactly seem to be very durable. One swing at a good sword and it's destroyed.

It's better than nothing, so the boy's hand hand was clutched tightly around the handle as he wandered throughout the trees and rocks. There was hardly any sound aside from his own movement, which struck him as... eerie, somewhat. But, to be fair, it was better than some kind of dangerous monster appearing out of no where, right?

And in that moment, some rustling of leaves and a snap of a branch caught his attention nearby. Seto froze, raising his sword slightly just in case. At the very least, a person was nearby, which could either be good or bad. Good if they're on his side, bad if they're of the evil kind.

☿ — Ah, yes, this was the session he had been looking forward to! Ever since he observed this particular subject on the yacht he had been quite looking forward to their eventual introduction, Hannibal was originally planning to force some sort of 'natural' bump-in to occur between the two, but Kouha going directly into the Doctor's spread arms with the promise of therapeutic services was even better! Everyone trusted their doctor, yes? All of his patients sure did, and he suspected this one to be no different. Sadists were always somewhat easier to manipulate than others thanks to their bloodlust, and he suspected he could have this one around his lithe fingers in only a few amount of visits to his big oak desk. 

Battle intro: Warrior prince? Where have I heard that one before?

— BATTLE START!! —

Victory: How was that royal asskicking?

Defeat: Crowned... defeat...

The park.

The social jungle of the resort. Filled with nothing but annoying people. He thought maybe, just maybe, one of these people could have done it. This is it. The second stage of grief. Anger. He was angry, all right. One of his classmates killed his best friend and he was going to do something about it.

He strides on for what seemed like hours, as if looking for a sore thumb in the crowd. And Lord, there he was. Kouha Ren. Alone. Without his other two croonies. The trio were very much like The Three Stooges. Or a Freudian Trio. Take your pick.

Kouha was the id, Hikari was the superego and Jean was the ego. The three pretty much completed each other, really. He wonders though, why such a decent person like Hikari (the lesser of the three evils) would hang with the likes of Jean and Kouha, but shrugs the thought off. Yes, Kouha was very capable. And yes, Fugo believed he could have done it.

But then, it hit him. The prince was friends with Miku. The other victim. Fugo rolled his eyes. He didn't care about Miku, not when his comrade was among the fallen. So no, Fugo, you are wrong. Maybe. Approaching Kouha with a snide attitude, he propped himself on the bench the latter was sitting on ever so casually.