“Oh, I remember Francis! And whats that in his hand? Some sort of… Gun? I should go talk to him. He will be nice to have around, at any rate. He still owes me one anyway.”
I open my eyes and run in the direction of Francis
(“Thank you, brother Azarel, take care.”)
Rito closes his connection with the Cultists and enters the room where bullets rained upon the party last night
Francis is busy with his own musing.
“The blackness of heart, is it truly evil? How does one seperate one’s virtue from vice, when vice is needed in everyday living? Ah, the 7 deadly sins are not so deadly after all.”
“Francis must be mumbling about Fate again or something… Why did he simply just choose the three fates as his Legend??”
“Hey Francis, remember me from the party last night? And what’s that in your hand, is it some form of gun?”
internally facepalms
“I saved you from the hallucinations, remember? Laura was there as well.”
“Did she?”
He shoots off another bullet into the sky. His eyes are half closed, and his tone is flat. The conversation bored him.
“Well, see you around then.”
“His contraptions could be potentially useful in the future. Too bad his memory isn’t that good.”
Gavan starts jogging back
He doesn’t answer, watching his bullet raising into the air and falling into concrete.
“Fleeting acquaintances, shallow pleasantries. Unlike one creation, social interaction is as fragile as a petal. Pity it is to be unable to protect it.”
He continues his walk again.
Gavan shakes his head
“Pity that he doesn’t understand the value of social interaction and influence. His contraptions would have been useful as well.”
“Oh well, he shall learn it soon enough, this world is growing too small to avoid it.”
Laura was at her office, seemingly writing an article on her blog.
Yesterday… was hectic. Strange and worrisome.
She proceeds to do an analysis on the current situation, stating stock prices will fall sooner or later, with the rise of powers.
Knocking can be heard at the office
Two tall men, wearing suits.
???: “Privet, is this Laura, owner of Lephis?”
She looks at the two men.
“Yes, I am.”
Well, her office is essentially a pigsty. And the entire office consists of 2 rooms. Wait, is this her home?
Ah, she works from home.
The mysterious man looks curious
???: “As I recall correctly, you attended the meeting yesterday, about the legends and whatnot. Do you possess any abilities of sorts?”
(I literally have nothing to do with my character in so I’m gonna develop his “normal” life)
Gavan feeds his 3 hounds and studies on Hecate
“Abilities? No. I do not.”
Still a legendary poker face. No emotions.
“I believe there were others who were without abilities at the meeting yesterday. What brings you here?”