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An Eerie Night - 15
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
Getting her there wasn't much of a problem. Rather, it was her general curiosity on the various things that Alton could barely explain given the time intervals of her many inquiries - things such as what escalators are, why people prefer to use elevators instead of the stairs, and a lot more. That and her endless comments of how terrible and lazy humanity has become after the passage of time, as if she'd been here ages ago.
Finally, after a short while, the two arrived at their destination - the Bouis Uitton outlet. Upon entering it, Bradamantes slightly widened, and a tiny smile formed upon her face. It took only a second for her to fix her composure.
An attendee of the store apparently has noticed the two, but more specifically, Bradamante, and was captivated by her innate grace and elegance. This said attendant rushed towards them and introduced herself.
"Hello, how may I help you?", she said.
"Ah, right.", Alton said. "Could you please assist her in choosing some clothes? I'm not really good at picking women's clothing."
"It would be my honor!", she said, then took Bradamante. Alton proceeded to take a seat, and watched from a distance as the two browsed around the store for her clothes. It would seem that the two are getting along quite well, judging by their facial expressions - the attendant likes Bradamante's overall looks and personality, and Brdamante seems to be enjoying her time with a fellow female.
Soon enough, Alton was invited to check out Bradamante's choices of outfit. She would exit the dressing room with a different outfit, and reveal her new look to Alton, then upon receiving feedback, she would then return back to the dressing room and change to a new outfit.
Apparently, whatever she wore, be it casual or formal, with intricate designs or not, one thing was for certain - she looked undeniably spectacular. For that reason alone, Alton decided to buy all that she chose. But she chose to wore one in order to meld within society - and that was the one that made her look much like him, a student.
As the two left the store, Bradamante paused for a short moment, and turned towards Alton. "Thank you.", she replied.
Boius Uitton outlet, Third Floor, Liberty Square
Alton, suddenly realizing that Bradamante seemed to be quite unsatisfied with mere simple clothing, he decided to take her somewhere she'd probably have a more suitable choice of clothing. Thus, he had her follow him to the third floor - where a certain outlet of the brand 'Boius Uitton' was located.Getting her there wasn't much of a problem. Rather, it was her general curiosity on the various things that Alton could barely explain given the time intervals of her many inquiries - things such as what escalators are, why people prefer to use elevators instead of the stairs, and a lot more. That and her endless comments of how terrible and lazy humanity has become after the passage of time, as if she'd been here ages ago.
Finally, after a short while, the two arrived at their destination - the Bouis Uitton outlet. Upon entering it, Bradamantes slightly widened, and a tiny smile formed upon her face. It took only a second for her to fix her composure.
An attendee of the store apparently has noticed the two, but more specifically, Bradamante, and was captivated by her innate grace and elegance. This said attendant rushed towards them and introduced herself.
"Hello, how may I help you?", she said.
"Ah, right.", Alton said. "Could you please assist her in choosing some clothes? I'm not really good at picking women's clothing."
"It would be my honor!", she said, then took Bradamante. Alton proceeded to take a seat, and watched from a distance as the two browsed around the store for her clothes. It would seem that the two are getting along quite well, judging by their facial expressions - the attendant likes Bradamante's overall looks and personality, and Brdamante seems to be enjoying her time with a fellow female.
Soon enough, Alton was invited to check out Bradamante's choices of outfit. She would exit the dressing room with a different outfit, and reveal her new look to Alton, then upon receiving feedback, she would then return back to the dressing room and change to a new outfit.
Apparently, whatever she wore, be it casual or formal, with intricate designs or not, one thing was for certain - she looked undeniably spectacular. For that reason alone, Alton decided to buy all that she chose. But she chose to wore one in order to meld within society - and that was the one that made her look much like him, a student.
As the two left the store, Bradamante paused for a short moment, and turned towards Alton. "Thank you.", she replied.
What will Alton say?
"No problem."
"You're welcome."
"No need to thank me."
"Think of it as payment for saving me."
Write-in.
Taji
シルバー
>Write-in: "They look good on you anyway, so... no need to thank me."
pioca
softie
same, same~
amoeba
proxy
Agreed.
An Eerie Night - 16
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
A momentary awkward silence occurred between the two.
Perhaps Alton found his response to be quite embarrassing, perhaps Bradamante was not expecting such a compliment. Or maybe they simply had nothing else to discuss.
This silence continued to act as an invisible barrier between the two as they walked side by side at the mall, headed towards the exit, since their task here is done - to get Bradamante some modern clothing.
But that was broken the very moment the two set foot upon the lobby of the mall, located on the first floor.
A strange ominous feeling filled the air, as the scenery was slowly deformed. People began to randomly disappear as if they were holograms, the floor tiles changed colors and textures without a pattern with some even being lifted off the ground and leaving the bare marble floor opened. Doors opened and closed until most of them were jammed or broken. Various fragile objects broke themselves through different means - falling, getting smashed, or simply shattering, then fixing themselves, only to repeat the same process over and over again. The walls began to crack and different-colored liquids poured out of those.
The two stopped in their tracks.
Alton began to look around, but he didn't seem afraid - only confused and surprised.
Bradamante took on a guarding stance, as her clothes glowed and changed back into her armor, with her sword appearing into her gripped hand.
A voice rang, and echoed repeatedly from various points of this new dimension. "I never thought I'd find such easy prey here.", it said.
Lobby, First Floor, Liberty Square
"They look good on you anyway.", Alton said. "So, no need to thank me."A momentary awkward silence occurred between the two.
Perhaps Alton found his response to be quite embarrassing, perhaps Bradamante was not expecting such a compliment. Or maybe they simply had nothing else to discuss.
This silence continued to act as an invisible barrier between the two as they walked side by side at the mall, headed towards the exit, since their task here is done - to get Bradamante some modern clothing.
But that was broken the very moment the two set foot upon the lobby of the mall, located on the first floor.
A strange ominous feeling filled the air, as the scenery was slowly deformed. People began to randomly disappear as if they were holograms, the floor tiles changed colors and textures without a pattern with some even being lifted off the ground and leaving the bare marble floor opened. Doors opened and closed until most of them were jammed or broken. Various fragile objects broke themselves through different means - falling, getting smashed, or simply shattering, then fixing themselves, only to repeat the same process over and over again. The walls began to crack and different-colored liquids poured out of those.
The two stopped in their tracks.
Alton began to look around, but he didn't seem afraid - only confused and surprised.
Bradamante took on a guarding stance, as her clothes glowed and changed back into her armor, with her sword appearing into her gripped hand.
A voice rang, and echoed repeatedly from various points of this new dimension. "I never thought I'd find such easy prey here.", it said.
How will Alton be during such a time?
Cautious.
Brave.
Inquisitive.
Tactful.
Write-in.
vRH
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vRH here.
Sorry the update took a while. Had to take a short rest to figure out a way on making things progress slightly quicker without using much "idle-time" or filler posts. Hope you're all still having a decent time participating in this one!
Sorry the update took a while. Had to take a short rest to figure out a way on making things progress slightly quicker without using much "idle-time" or filler posts. Hope you're all still having a decent time participating in this one!
pioca
softie
✧ cautious
be vigilant, alton!
(welcome back~)
be vigilant, alton!
(welcome back~)
Taji
シルバー
I vote for Alton to be >Cautious as well.
vRH
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vRH here.
Apologies for the delayed responses, I have been busy the past week. The next update will come shortly.
Apologies for the delayed responses, I have been busy the past week. The next update will come shortly.
An Eerie Night - 17
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
Bradamante, hearing her name, immediately turned her attention to Alton. She raised her sword a bit higher, in a slanting direction - covering approximately more than half of the openings that could be exploited to strike the two of them.
"My apologies.", she said. "I have no ability to track mana unlike other Grand Familiars, I cannot see where this assailant lies."
Alton acknowledged her words, and why she was somehow disappointed with herself. If she could not find their enemy, if the voice is one, then she could not perform her duty as a Grand Familiar - which is currently to protect him from harm. By now, Alton knows that Bradamante takes things such as duties very seriously.
"Don't worry about it.", Alton said, trying to make her lighten up a bit.
The sound of rocks falling and crumbling echoed throughout the distorted lobby, causing the atmosphere to become more tense. Bradamante and Alton both inched closer to each other, whilst they scanned their surroundings only to find nothing but more messed-up things.
Then, all of a sudden, a giant wall emerged from the ground, knocking away the two and separating them in a solid barrier that seemed rather impossible to climb over.
From the other side of the wall, Bradamante could be heard yelling, accompanied by noises that resembled steel clashing against stone.
On the other hand, Alton leaned against the wall, searching for any sign of impending danger in his now isolated area. Without Bradamante, he was helpless - he didn't know any kind of magic that mages would use, nor did he know how to fight those that are able to use such mystical arts. His chance of survival is rather quite low.
The voice spoke once more, only this time, it was quite obvious that it came from Alton's side. "Don't worry about her, she won't get past that enchanted wall.", it said.
Distorted Lobby
"Bradamante.", Alton called his Grand Familiar. Bradamante, hearing her name, immediately turned her attention to Alton. She raised her sword a bit higher, in a slanting direction - covering approximately more than half of the openings that could be exploited to strike the two of them.
"My apologies.", she said. "I have no ability to track mana unlike other Grand Familiars, I cannot see where this assailant lies."
Alton acknowledged her words, and why she was somehow disappointed with herself. If she could not find their enemy, if the voice is one, then she could not perform her duty as a Grand Familiar - which is currently to protect him from harm. By now, Alton knows that Bradamante takes things such as duties very seriously.
"Don't worry about it.", Alton said, trying to make her lighten up a bit.
The sound of rocks falling and crumbling echoed throughout the distorted lobby, causing the atmosphere to become more tense. Bradamante and Alton both inched closer to each other, whilst they scanned their surroundings only to find nothing but more messed-up things.
Then, all of a sudden, a giant wall emerged from the ground, knocking away the two and separating them in a solid barrier that seemed rather impossible to climb over.
From the other side of the wall, Bradamante could be heard yelling, accompanied by noises that resembled steel clashing against stone.
On the other hand, Alton leaned against the wall, searching for any sign of impending danger in his now isolated area. Without Bradamante, he was helpless - he didn't know any kind of magic that mages would use, nor did he know how to fight those that are able to use such mystical arts. His chance of survival is rather quite low.
The voice spoke once more, only this time, it was quite obvious that it came from Alton's side. "Don't worry about her, she won't get past that enchanted wall.", it said.
How will Alton respond?
Write-in.
pioca
softie
✧ "who's there?"
An Eerie Night - 18
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
The voice laughed. "What makes you think I'm going to answer that question?", with footsteps suddenly sounding closer and closer every passing moment.
"It never hurt to ask.", Alton replied with a soft chuckle. For some reason, he was acting quite calm despite the situation he is in.
"Instead of trembling in fear and begging for your life, you decide to talk.", the voice said.
Finally, the source is revealed after a few seconds. A slightly older man dressed in green-tinted clothing. In left arm was a serrated dagger, gripped tightly on the handle. His eyes seemed empty, but even from afar, one could feel the murderous intent that emanated from him.
"You intrigue me.", the man smiled like a mad dog ready to unleash its fangs.
Alton clenched his fists. Now he saw the real threat. This man fully intended on ending his life.
He had just gone through a near-death encounter, and now, it would seem as if such misfortune would befall him. But Alton's will prevailed and remained firm. He still has much to do, and much to see. A lot more things to experience, and to learn more about this new aspect of the world he has been dragged into.
Alton glared at the man, as the man stared at him.
Silence filled the air as the two remained still. A stalemate that could break at any moment, which would decide the fate of one other. Who will live? Who will fall?
The man puffs, then charges forward.
Distorted Lobby
"Who's there?", Alton shouted. The voice laughed. "What makes you think I'm going to answer that question?", with footsteps suddenly sounding closer and closer every passing moment.
"It never hurt to ask.", Alton replied with a soft chuckle. For some reason, he was acting quite calm despite the situation he is in.
"Instead of trembling in fear and begging for your life, you decide to talk.", the voice said.
Finally, the source is revealed after a few seconds. A slightly older man dressed in green-tinted clothing. In left arm was a serrated dagger, gripped tightly on the handle. His eyes seemed empty, but even from afar, one could feel the murderous intent that emanated from him.
"You intrigue me.", the man smiled like a mad dog ready to unleash its fangs.
Alton clenched his fists. Now he saw the real threat. This man fully intended on ending his life.
He had just gone through a near-death encounter, and now, it would seem as if such misfortune would befall him. But Alton's will prevailed and remained firm. He still has much to do, and much to see. A lot more things to experience, and to learn more about this new aspect of the world he has been dragged into.
Alton glared at the man, as the man stared at him.
Silence filled the air as the two remained still. A stalemate that could break at any moment, which would decide the fate of one other. Who will live? Who will fall?
The man puffs, then charges forward.
What will Alton do?
Attempt to dodge.
Fight head on.
Stall for Bradamante's help.
Try to use magic.
pioca
softie
✧ stall for bradamante's help.
An Eerie Night - 19
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
But the matter at hand still remains unresolved - the man is charging towards him, and he is by no means fit to fight him. Unable to dodge the incoming attack, Alton tried his best to mitigate the damage he should receive by moving as fast as he can.
The attack that was once targeting his chest struck his left arm. The blade of the serrated dagger pierced through his flesh like it was thin paper. Alton screamed in pain as the man dragged the blade out of his left arm, causing blood to gush out of the incised wound.
Stained by the blood of his victim, the man laughed maniacally. "Yes! Scream! Shout! Beg for your life, mage!"
Taking the moment of opportunity, Alton immediately ran away from the man, still keeping close with the wall. Once at a decent distance, he tore a piece of cloth from his shirt, and wrapped it tightly around the wound, aiming to stop it from bleeding. Though not very effective, it worked. Still, he kept applying pressure on it via his free arm.
The man, upon noticing that his victim is attempting to leave, turned his gaze upon Alton and started to rush towards his location. The knife he held was now covered in blood, with tiny bits of his victim's flesh clinging onto the shard edges of its blade. Once the man caught up with Alton, he immediately attacked him with his knife.
However, Alton was ready for it this time - he dodged the attack just by the edge of his hair, and managed to retaliate by tackling the man like a rugby player, and smashing his back against the wall. The man, in turn grunted in pain, and smiled like a lunatic.
"You really are interesting!", the man said, as he raised his dagger, aiming to strike once more.
Alton saw it coming, and immediately backed off, dodging the man's assault in the process. Just a second after it, Alton did not hesitate to tackle the man against the wall once again, causing him to drop the bloodied knife on the floor. Once out of his hand, Alton immediately took the chance to grab the weapon, and take a cautious step backward.
"What do you want from me?", Alton asked loudly, the knife pointed towards the man.
The man chuckled. "First, I just wanted to kill some mage to get through the day. But now..."
Alton tightened his grip on the knife as the man took a step forward.
"...now I want to enjoy this encounter!", the man yelled with a maniacal look on his face, as he charged towards Alton.
Alton, with the weapon, decided to brave in. He rushed towards the man, and attempted to strike with the knife. Unfortunately, the man dodged it, causing Alton to lodge the knife into the wall and keep it stuck there. Without a weapon, Alton immediately tried to back off, but the man was quicker than him.
In mere seconds, Alton was tackled to the ground, and the man glared at him with a crazy look - enough to send chills up his spine. The man laughed maniacally as he pinned down Alton.
It seems that he cannot fight his way out of this situation, and Bradamante may not arrive at all. Perhaps his luck had run out from his near-death encounter last night, and it truly was his time to depart this world.
Distorted Lobby
Alton decided that it would be best to wait for Bradamante to arrive. Even though the man had already told him that it would be impossible for her to break through the wall, he still had faith that she will overcome such an obstacle.But the matter at hand still remains unresolved - the man is charging towards him, and he is by no means fit to fight him. Unable to dodge the incoming attack, Alton tried his best to mitigate the damage he should receive by moving as fast as he can.
The attack that was once targeting his chest struck his left arm. The blade of the serrated dagger pierced through his flesh like it was thin paper. Alton screamed in pain as the man dragged the blade out of his left arm, causing blood to gush out of the incised wound.
Stained by the blood of his victim, the man laughed maniacally. "Yes! Scream! Shout! Beg for your life, mage!"
Taking the moment of opportunity, Alton immediately ran away from the man, still keeping close with the wall. Once at a decent distance, he tore a piece of cloth from his shirt, and wrapped it tightly around the wound, aiming to stop it from bleeding. Though not very effective, it worked. Still, he kept applying pressure on it via his free arm.
The man, upon noticing that his victim is attempting to leave, turned his gaze upon Alton and started to rush towards his location. The knife he held was now covered in blood, with tiny bits of his victim's flesh clinging onto the shard edges of its blade. Once the man caught up with Alton, he immediately attacked him with his knife.
However, Alton was ready for it this time - he dodged the attack just by the edge of his hair, and managed to retaliate by tackling the man like a rugby player, and smashing his back against the wall. The man, in turn grunted in pain, and smiled like a lunatic.
"You really are interesting!", the man said, as he raised his dagger, aiming to strike once more.
Alton saw it coming, and immediately backed off, dodging the man's assault in the process. Just a second after it, Alton did not hesitate to tackle the man against the wall once again, causing him to drop the bloodied knife on the floor. Once out of his hand, Alton immediately took the chance to grab the weapon, and take a cautious step backward.
"What do you want from me?", Alton asked loudly, the knife pointed towards the man.
The man chuckled. "First, I just wanted to kill some mage to get through the day. But now..."
Alton tightened his grip on the knife as the man took a step forward.
"...now I want to enjoy this encounter!", the man yelled with a maniacal look on his face, as he charged towards Alton.
Alton, with the weapon, decided to brave in. He rushed towards the man, and attempted to strike with the knife. Unfortunately, the man dodged it, causing Alton to lodge the knife into the wall and keep it stuck there. Without a weapon, Alton immediately tried to back off, but the man was quicker than him.
In mere seconds, Alton was tackled to the ground, and the man glared at him with a crazy look - enough to send chills up his spine. The man laughed maniacally as he pinned down Alton.
It seems that he cannot fight his way out of this situation, and Bradamante may not arrive at all. Perhaps his luck had run out from his near-death encounter last night, and it truly was his time to depart this world.
What will Alton do?
Give up.
Keep struggling.
pioca
softie
✧ keep struggling.
An Eerie Night - 20
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
Still pinned down by the man in green clothing, he struggled - trying to break free from the man's clutches by moving vigorously and repeatedly. Of course, to the man, keeping Alton restrained became harder due to hi struggling. Both grunted as their actions clashed against each other.
And in the heat of the moment, a familiar figure burst through the wall, leaving a large and crumbling hole upon it. Bradamante had gotten through.
Immediately, she tackled the man away from Alton, setting him free. She slashed towards the man with such speed that there was no way to dodge or retaliate, and it was done with great accuracy and force that it made him unable to stand, let alone recover from the wound.
Alton finally free, stood up. As Bradamante noticed this, she took a glance at him, with the edge of her sword still pointed towards the downed green-clothed man.
"You're wounded!", she said to Alton, voice evident with concern.
Alton placed his right hand over the wound on his arm. "I'm fi-", he said, only to be interrupted by Bradamante's unexpected outburst to the assailant.
"Your crime shall be punished in threefold!", she shouted, as she slashed, cutting away the green-clothed man's left arm. Then, she pierced both of the man's wounded legs with her sword rapidly, puncturing tiny holes upon his skin and causing more of his blood to spill.
Finally, she raised her sword. "Vermin such as you shall be wiped from this realm!", she shouted.
Bradamante thrust her sword downwards towards the mans forehead.
Distorted Lobby
But Alton was never one to resign to fate. He always had the burning desire to overcome the overwhelming odds and reach the end of the line. Thus, instead of accepting the misfortune that should fall upon him, he fought back.Still pinned down by the man in green clothing, he struggled - trying to break free from the man's clutches by moving vigorously and repeatedly. Of course, to the man, keeping Alton restrained became harder due to hi struggling. Both grunted as their actions clashed against each other.
And in the heat of the moment, a familiar figure burst through the wall, leaving a large and crumbling hole upon it. Bradamante had gotten through.
Immediately, she tackled the man away from Alton, setting him free. She slashed towards the man with such speed that there was no way to dodge or retaliate, and it was done with great accuracy and force that it made him unable to stand, let alone recover from the wound.
Alton finally free, stood up. As Bradamante noticed this, she took a glance at him, with the edge of her sword still pointed towards the downed green-clothed man.
"You're wounded!", she said to Alton, voice evident with concern.
Alton placed his right hand over the wound on his arm. "I'm fi-", he said, only to be interrupted by Bradamante's unexpected outburst to the assailant.
"Your crime shall be punished in threefold!", she shouted, as she slashed, cutting away the green-clothed man's left arm. Then, she pierced both of the man's wounded legs with her sword rapidly, puncturing tiny holes upon his skin and causing more of his blood to spill.
Finally, she raised her sword. "Vermin such as you shall be wiped from this realm!", she shouted.
Bradamante thrust her sword downwards towards the mans forehead.
How will Alton react?
Don't stop Bradamante.
Stop Bradamante.
pioca
softie
✧ stop bradamante
An Eerie Night - 21
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (MORNING)
Bradamante stopped the very moment Alton's hand contacted her shoulder. The tip of her blade pressed gently on the green-clothed man's skin, with a tiny drop of blood slowly seeping through the minuscule wound that was resulted by her action.
"You shouldn't kill him Bradamante.", Alton continued, now in a calmer tone. "If we get our hands unnecessarily stained by his blood, then we are no better than a murderous criminal such as him."
Bradamante's grip on her sword loosened slightly upon hearing Alton's words. She backed off, and cleansed her sword of the blood by slashing the air, letting the crimson fluid scatter into the air as droplets. She, then turned to Alton, with her head down.
"My apologies.", she said. "I've failed to protect you properly as your Grand Familiar, and I've let my emotions get a hold of me."
Alton tapped he shoulder once more. "What's in the past is in the past, Bradamante.", he said, trying to reassure her. "What matters is that we've gone through obstacle alive and well."
Bradamante nodded in silence, as her clothes reverted back into the modern clothing she wore earlier, and her sword disappeared in a quickly fading light.
The green-clothed man, still on the ground, laughed maniacally yet again, but with great difficulty. "I will...see y-you...", he said, before disappearing into a red mist which rapidly consumed the distorted area.
In mere seconds, the mist dissipated and the two were back at the lobby like nothing happened. Except Alton's wound remained and their encounter with such a dangerous person had been imprinted in history.
Alton was not dazzled at any of it. Not anymore. He had decided that this was the world he now lived in - filled with mystical nonsense that even science can't explain for him. Instead on lingering on what had occurred, Alton decided to tackle more pressing matters.
He went to the nearest clinic and had his wound properly treated with first aid. Of course, Bradamante followed him wherever he went, but she was silent the whole time - doing the opposite of what he did, reflecting on the events that transpired with the green-clothed man.
Leaving with his wound cleansed and bandaged, Alton realized that almost an entire day has passed by just like that, after he took a peek on his wristwatch. Accounting the previous events, he theorizes that their encounter with the green-clothed man was actually time-warped, or something of the sort. After all, such a deduction wouldn't be too far-fetched in a world of magic and mystery.
Distorted Lobby
"Bradamante, no!", Alton shouted as he rushed to her side, with his free arm reaching towards her, aiming to halt her from killing the green-clothed man.Bradamante stopped the very moment Alton's hand contacted her shoulder. The tip of her blade pressed gently on the green-clothed man's skin, with a tiny drop of blood slowly seeping through the minuscule wound that was resulted by her action.
"You shouldn't kill him Bradamante.", Alton continued, now in a calmer tone. "If we get our hands unnecessarily stained by his blood, then we are no better than a murderous criminal such as him."
Bradamante's grip on her sword loosened slightly upon hearing Alton's words. She backed off, and cleansed her sword of the blood by slashing the air, letting the crimson fluid scatter into the air as droplets. She, then turned to Alton, with her head down.
"My apologies.", she said. "I've failed to protect you properly as your Grand Familiar, and I've let my emotions get a hold of me."
Alton tapped he shoulder once more. "What's in the past is in the past, Bradamante.", he said, trying to reassure her. "What matters is that we've gone through obstacle alive and well."
Bradamante nodded in silence, as her clothes reverted back into the modern clothing she wore earlier, and her sword disappeared in a quickly fading light.
The green-clothed man, still on the ground, laughed maniacally yet again, but with great difficulty. "I will...see y-you...", he said, before disappearing into a red mist which rapidly consumed the distorted area.
In mere seconds, the mist dissipated and the two were back at the lobby like nothing happened. Except Alton's wound remained and their encounter with such a dangerous person had been imprinted in history.
Alton was not dazzled at any of it. Not anymore. He had decided that this was the world he now lived in - filled with mystical nonsense that even science can't explain for him. Instead on lingering on what had occurred, Alton decided to tackle more pressing matters.
He went to the nearest clinic and had his wound properly treated with first aid. Of course, Bradamante followed him wherever he went, but she was silent the whole time - doing the opposite of what he did, reflecting on the events that transpired with the green-clothed man.
Leaving with his wound cleansed and bandaged, Alton realized that almost an entire day has passed by just like that, after he took a peek on his wristwatch. Accounting the previous events, he theorizes that their encounter with the green-clothed man was actually time-warped, or something of the sort. After all, such a deduction wouldn't be too far-fetched in a world of magic and mystery.
What will Alton do next?
Head to a diner - replenish fatigue.
Head back home - take a long rest.
Write-in.
pioca
softie
✧ head back home
they can rest and make food there instead.
they can rest and make food there instead.
An Eerie Night - 22
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Moonlit Crusade
QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (NEAR EVENING)
Their travel back to their origin took a while, despite it being near their former location. During the long walk, neither of them spoke a word, nor took glances to one another. They simply walked side by side, with an awkward silence and a gloomy feeling permeating their presence.
When they arrived to their destination, the two parted ways - Alton headed to his room, and Bradamante stayed outside. From each side, there was nothing but silence. Bradamante stood with her back leaning on the wall, as she emptily gazed towards nothing. Alton sat down on the bed, staring down on the ground with his free arm massaging the skin near his treated wound.
While their relationship to each other isn't really a thing, the silence just seemed so unnatural. And it felt very uncomfortable for both of them. Both had some unspoken thoughts that they simply could not let out, and it was compromising their partnership as mage and Grand Familiar.
Alton did not want to be too intrusive with Bradamante, he's only known her for one day. Bradamante, on the other hand, is too consumed by her disappointment and regret to even commune with Alton. It was a stalemate - neither party desires to confront the other, leaving this invisible barrier between the two of them.
Soon enough, Alton's eyes closed on its own, and his mind drifted away into the subconscious.
Alton's Apartment
It was decided that the two are to return back to Alton's apartment - their home, perhaps not entirely for Bradamante, as she never really lived there long enough to call it her refuge. Their travel back to their origin took a while, despite it being near their former location. During the long walk, neither of them spoke a word, nor took glances to one another. They simply walked side by side, with an awkward silence and a gloomy feeling permeating their presence.
When they arrived to their destination, the two parted ways - Alton headed to his room, and Bradamante stayed outside. From each side, there was nothing but silence. Bradamante stood with her back leaning on the wall, as she emptily gazed towards nothing. Alton sat down on the bed, staring down on the ground with his free arm massaging the skin near his treated wound.
While their relationship to each other isn't really a thing, the silence just seemed so unnatural. And it felt very uncomfortable for both of them. Both had some unspoken thoughts that they simply could not let out, and it was compromising their partnership as mage and Grand Familiar.
Alton did not want to be too intrusive with Bradamante, he's only known her for one day. Bradamante, on the other hand, is too consumed by her disappointment and regret to even commune with Alton. It was a stalemate - neither party desires to confront the other, leaving this invisible barrier between the two of them.
Soon enough, Alton's eyes closed on its own, and his mind drifted away into the subconscious.
DREAM TIME, BABY.
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An Eerie Night - 23
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QUEST LOG
PROLOGUE:
An Eerie Night
An Eerie Night
10 - 14 - 17 (EVENING)
Alton saw several hundreds of people, clashing against one another, using a mystical art that history would label as magic. Among all this chaos, he saw one thing that somewhat made it all clearer - all these people wore two kinds of clothing - either they had a dark, red-tinted cloak, or wore some kind of blue and gold silken sash. Obviously, he deduced that these showed the two sides of this magic-infested conflict.
As Alton went through the dream, the more he learned more about what is happening around him, though not in an entirely accurate sense.
The ones with the dark, red-tinted cloak desired to push what was called as the "era of magic" to greater heights,
even if the costs are too unimaginable and the risks are too heavy. The other side, the ones with the blue and gold sash, wanted to maintain the "era of magic" and keep it from declining, but in a safer and more secure approach.
But all of a sudden, his view shifted from this conflict to pure darkness. He saw nothing, and felt nothing. It was as if a portion of the dream had been kept away from him.
Then a blinding image burned before him. An inexplicable image forming a symbol that he could not completely comprehend, but he could understand the base concept.
And as if compelled by the sight of such, he spoke in an old language.
As the words left his mouth, he awakened from his dream with a loud thud.
What welcomed his sight as he rose from his bed, was Bradamante and another woman in formal clothing. Both of them were knocked against the wall, leaving them unconscious, causing cracks on its surface and making a big disorderly mess on Alton's room.
But what's more strange is that he could the same symbol he saw in his dreams marked visibly marked upon their skin, only for it to fade away into thin air.
Alton stood, confused about what may have happened, if he was the one responsible for this.
Then Bradamante awakened with a grunt, at the same time the other woman regained consciousness. She glared at Alton, then to Bradamante. "I didn't want to do it, but...", she said.
"No, don't-", Bradamante shouted, only to be restrained by a number of glowing circles that prevented her from moving, speaking, or any action that would deem her as a hindrance to what the woman was about to do.
The woman turned her gaze back to Alton. In the blink of an eye, a burst of strong wind blew towards him, knocking him down to the ground and leaving him unconscious.
Alton's Dream
In his subconscious state of mind, Alton found himself experiencing an ancient memory through the eyes of a different individual, just like his previous dream. However, this time, it had no relation to the events that had transpired today or last night.Alton saw several hundreds of people, clashing against one another, using a mystical art that history would label as magic. Among all this chaos, he saw one thing that somewhat made it all clearer - all these people wore two kinds of clothing - either they had a dark, red-tinted cloak, or wore some kind of blue and gold silken sash. Obviously, he deduced that these showed the two sides of this magic-infested conflict.
As Alton went through the dream, the more he learned more about what is happening around him, though not in an entirely accurate sense.
The ones with the dark, red-tinted cloak desired to push what was called as the "era of magic" to greater heights,
even if the costs are too unimaginable and the risks are too heavy. The other side, the ones with the blue and gold sash, wanted to maintain the "era of magic" and keep it from declining, but in a safer and more secure approach.
But all of a sudden, his view shifted from this conflict to pure darkness. He saw nothing, and felt nothing. It was as if a portion of the dream had been kept away from him.
Then a blinding image burned before him. An inexplicable image forming a symbol that he could not completely comprehend, but he could understand the base concept.
And as if compelled by the sight of such, he spoke in an old language.
"Repellere."
As the words left his mouth, he awakened from his dream with a loud thud.
What welcomed his sight as he rose from his bed, was Bradamante and another woman in formal clothing. Both of them were knocked against the wall, leaving them unconscious, causing cracks on its surface and making a big disorderly mess on Alton's room.
But what's more strange is that he could the same symbol he saw in his dreams marked visibly marked upon their skin, only for it to fade away into thin air.
Alton stood, confused about what may have happened, if he was the one responsible for this.
Then Bradamante awakened with a grunt, at the same time the other woman regained consciousness. She glared at Alton, then to Bradamante. "I didn't want to do it, but...", she said.
"No, don't-", Bradamante shouted, only to be restrained by a number of glowing circles that prevented her from moving, speaking, or any action that would deem her as a hindrance to what the woman was about to do.
The woman turned her gaze back to Alton. In the blink of an eye, a burst of strong wind blew towards him, knocking him down to the ground and leaving him unconscious.
PROLOGUE ENDED!The next chapter will be posted in a few hours.
Alright, progress!
Thank you for those who had and is still participating in this QL, I really didn't expect it to go far, but here we are, ready to dive in full into the next chapter. I hope you're not getting tired of this anime-esque shit that I'm doing, and I hope to see more participants in the future.
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Magus's Fault - 1
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QUEST LOG
CHAPTER 1:
Magus's Fault
Magus's Fault
10 - 15 - 17 (DAWN)
First, he tried to break free of the shackles, and as expected, he was unable. Knowing that sooner or later someone will come to him, he decided to check on his surroundings instead of wasting further effort and energy on a futile attempt to escape the bindings.
As he took a look around, he saw Bradamante, not far from his location - presumably a number of steps to the northwest. There, she stood, her hands and feet bound by chains anchored to the ground. Beneath her, specifically upon the ground she stood on, was a glowing red circle adorned by various symbols and writings - much like the one he saw when he first met her.
Once she noticed he was finally awake, she began to speak. "My apologies. I have failed to defend you, yet again.", her voice was evident with sorrow and regret, and her looks very much revealed that.
Alton would have replied, if it weren't for the sound of a door opening, and closing. After a few echoing footsteps, the woman from earlier walked right before him and pointed towards him.
"This is him.", she said.
Another person walked before him, but this time it was a tall and imposing man in a suit. He took a long look Alton, as if thoroughly analyzing his features. After a few moments, he finally spoke.
"He doesn't look much.", he said to the woman. "Are you certain that he is really a mage?"
The woman adjusted her glasses. "Yes, I'm sure of it.", she said. "He may not look like one, but he is absolutely capable of magecraft."
"Hmm.", the man said. He arced over, and looked at Alton face to face. "Sen here tells me you committed a violation against the Association's laws. Is this true?"
Unknown Location
The next time Alton opened his eyes, he found himself restrained to a chair, with his arms and legs bound by glimmering metal cuffs built-in to his seat. But he was in some strange room, where the walls were decorated with various wooden carvings - almost as if it was a museum for such artworks. First, he tried to break free of the shackles, and as expected, he was unable. Knowing that sooner or later someone will come to him, he decided to check on his surroundings instead of wasting further effort and energy on a futile attempt to escape the bindings.
As he took a look around, he saw Bradamante, not far from his location - presumably a number of steps to the northwest. There, she stood, her hands and feet bound by chains anchored to the ground. Beneath her, specifically upon the ground she stood on, was a glowing red circle adorned by various symbols and writings - much like the one he saw when he first met her.
Once she noticed he was finally awake, she began to speak. "My apologies. I have failed to defend you, yet again.", her voice was evident with sorrow and regret, and her looks very much revealed that.
Alton would have replied, if it weren't for the sound of a door opening, and closing. After a few echoing footsteps, the woman from earlier walked right before him and pointed towards him.
"This is him.", she said.
Another person walked before him, but this time it was a tall and imposing man in a suit. He took a long look Alton, as if thoroughly analyzing his features. After a few moments, he finally spoke.
"He doesn't look much.", he said to the woman. "Are you certain that he is really a mage?"
The woman adjusted her glasses. "Yes, I'm sure of it.", she said. "He may not look like one, but he is absolutely capable of magecraft."
"Hmm.", the man said. He arced over, and looked at Alton face to face. "Sen here tells me you committed a violation against the Association's laws. Is this true?"
What will Alton say?
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"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Who are you, and where am I?"
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