"Who took my damn job..." He trailed his hand over the shelves,
fingering the handbooks that were left. He wrinkled his nose at the
smell, wondering where all the sweet wine aroma went. When his eyes
landed on the desk, he froze. "[BEEP]" Immediately rushing over, he
started to rummage through it. If anyone was there to witness the
scene, they would've described it as 'almost desperate'. Not
finding what he wanted, he slammed his fist on the table before
knocking everything off. Someone took his picture, his flowers.
Someone took his things, the only things left. With a raging sigh,
he forced himself to calm down (but not before letting out a string
of alcohol related cursing). He'd find whoever took him, took them.
And he'd wrangle them to their grave. But for now, he had other
things to take care off. He looked for his minibar, hand clutching
the picture from his pocket the whole time.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
The smell of sweet wine was replaced with the smell of...
sandalwood. Well, at least something similar to that, since the
candle that was most likely responsible for it in the corner of the
room had the smell written on it and, one thing was sure, she could
not write on a cylinder.
Thankfully, not everything was lost or discarded. In fact, most of
his personal items were in a small wooden box in a closet nearby,
with his name carved into it. A small note even on top.
Sorry about the delay, none of the staff knew where you left to
after your departure. I made sure to put as much in as I could,
though the flowers I had to plant in the greenhouse behind. They're
blooming.
The alcohol however... instead of finding his sweet and precious
beverages, he found receipts. Handwritten ones, saying their exact
brand and weight. Funnily enough, the weight of every bottle on
those receipts was pretty much unchanged, implying she never drank
one bit. Every receipt, and the note, was signed.
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
Peter sighed, sitting on the bar table and opening the box. His
glasses were there, that's good those were expensive, Angel's
amulet was also there, the playing cards lighter was there too.
Angel's flowers were in the greenhouse and, hopefully, healthy and
fine. But the picture was not there. So now he had no liquor and no
little brother. He promised himself that he'd take a day off to a
bar after this Wildana capture was over.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
The bar table itself was still intact, but there were slight
markings on the ground... like someone tried to move it but gave up
after a while. The contents were full of juice and other
non-alcoholic variants, the cupboards sometimes had normal bar
equipment, other times lots of documents regarding deliveries and
shifts. Some from Peter, some from his successor... the difference
was night and day.
At the bottom of the milk crate, which took a while since despite
it's size, a lot of stuff fit in, a folded picture was there
alongside a fancy bottle of Pearl Gin. Though... something seemed
off about the liquid.
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
"Oh thank [BEEP] crickets." He snatched the picture and the bottle,
saving it for later. Quickly unfolding the picture, he sighed in
relief. It was a boy, maybe around ten, holding a bouquet of bright
yellow flowers. The same flowers in the greenhouse. Behind him was
a Figure wearing white and red. Antlers protruded out of it's hood
as it waved to the camera man. The sky behind them was cloudless,
making the picture look surreal and dreamlike even. Peter sighed
again before hearing clashes from the war outside. "Oh." He'd
forgotten about the war. Better get back into it else he'll get
fired.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
Under the carton was a final picture. This one was not from
Peter... but from his next-in-line. A picture of a mother and her
daughter, behind was a message. The picture itself was old... and
in a weird sepia tone, though it was still pretty recognizable.
"Hehh? So this is who worked after me?" He read the back and
studied the front before tucking the picture into his waistcoat
pocket alongside the others. Glancing at the battle outside, he
wrinkled his nose and pulled out his Nokia phone, sending a message
to Azazel: 'inside the castle, going to find the current king. Not
sure if u want him ded or alive but im gonna get him' followed by a
thumbs up emoji.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
Azazel got a beep message on the weird radio thing that Peter had
given him before they started fighting. He didn’t even look at the
guards as they tried to fight him, but Azazel was too good at
combat for the lm to touch him. He sighed. This Peter fellow seemed
to jolly to be murdering thousands, maybe millions, who knew. He
sighed, then typed back, “King alive. Need to torture.” He sent a
blood emoji and put the nokia phone in his pocket before continuing
the slaughter.
Henry was in a safe room of the castle with the servants. It seemed
this was an attack that they weren’t prepared for. Henry seemed to
be the bravest, standing with a sword at the ready while the
servants (they’re all newly hired and don’t know Peter from when he
was there) stayed more towards the back.
Peter walked into the room, covered in blood and holding one of
Wildana's own spears. Not a very innocent look. He pointed the
spear at Henry. "Heya Henry. How's the life been in Wildana." He
whistled sharply again and the Spider-Horse came crashing through
the ceiling, snapping it jaws with a roar.
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
Selaphiel pursed her lips at the mention of the dogs. That was
certainly... strange. She would have to steer clear of them. "It
sounds like an interesting place, at least. But what will you do if
it's crawling with Legion's soldiers? I bet they already have their
sigil planted on every visible surface." She always thought
negatively.
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The door to Kendo's personal torture room opened, revealing Willow.
"I've been told to take to you to do some testing. Let's go." She
had a leash and collar in case he were a little less cooperative.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean shakes her head at Selaphiel. "I understand your concern but
so far, we have no real way of knowing which countries have been
seized and not. It is a game of risk and we're not the ones holding
the whip hand. So we do it like always. Investigate, find patterns,
exploit and infiltrate. Or retreat, if the circumstances are too
much." She looks over at Yue, smiling. "I'm sure Lumina is fine,
Miss Astronima."
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
"They can't. They won't." He shook his head vigorously. "Lumina
isn't weak, and we have good soldiers. We demolished Legion last
time before they stepped foot in the mountain grounds." He didn't
seem quite convinced of it, but he snatched onto that hope like a
gecko. Yue smiled at Lean, silently thanking her for not being
negative. "I'm sure you'll be right, too."
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.
"Whatever you say." Selaphiel huffed and rolled her eyes, flying
faster than before. "Let's just hurry, it's getting really
dark."
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"Just watch your step. I didn't have time to clean the table, so
there's a lot of blood. I'm sure you can guess who's it is." She
smiled and led him over to another lab, separate from Legion's
personal one. "Just hold on for a moment."
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean flies a little close to Selaphiel, whispering to her.
"Listen, I know you are a realist and
I know that you have a lot on your mind but I cannot allow the
morale of all of us to go down like that. That includes you. We
have the orb and we got it with just minor injuries on me, we are
having a bit of a good time. Let's look at all on a more brighter
side, just so we can make sure that nobody loses their fighting
spirit. We'll save the Saint Deity with a smile, not a
frown."
She smiles, not funnily but very confidently, like a leader who is
putting faith in his men. "Condescend
me, if you like. I'll go with the optimistic route
regardless.
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
Selaphiel seemed to get agitated when Lean talked to her, her lip
twitching into a scowl. "Just shut up and fly. We should rest after
we get to Lumina." She'd rather them rest and leave her alone for a
while.
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Willow quickly cleaned up the mess of blood (and even a few
feathers) and sanitized everything. "Alright, go ahead. I'll tell
Legion that you're ready." She left the room for a moment.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean narrows her eyes at Selaphiel. She knew of the pain that was
inside her but also... something else was the matter. Something
that the archangel was keeping secret. Maybe it was a seed of doubt
that the monster before planted but... she knew it was off. She
just glares at Selaphiel some more, but did not act hostile in any
way or even threatening. "Sure. Miss Astronima, you got an idea
where already?"
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
Yue made a small face at Sela's behavior, shrinking back a bit.
Then he noticed something in the distance, the faint sound of
windchimes echoing around them. "We're here! Eh, we're almost here,
that is-" He patted Iteral's shoulder, "we can land now, unless
you'd rather land in the Middle District rather than enter the
Kingdom."
MEGATRON HAS FALLEN!! I, STARSCREAM, NOW LEAD THE- Oh we weren't
talking about Transformers? Well, this is embarrassing.