"He… Decided he wanted to keep Crow and I around. We didn't really get a choice in it." Celeste shrugged again, but it was obvious she didn't like the decision. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) glanced back at the two following him, but he didn't say anything about he lead them towards a vehicle bay.
"Is that what you think?" The man asked, opening the door fulling and dragging Aron in.
"Well, you're wrong. Everything you do is tied to your Author, and there's nothing that can change that."
"Aw, piss the fuck off!" Aron snarled. "Does my supposed motherfucking author control my every breath?"
(Answer: yes, yes I do lmao)
Cicada looked up at andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer). Why didn't he want to send them back? It was cruel of him to keep them here, "Got it. So you two shift often?"
"That's the gist of it!" The man said, giving a hard laugh. He used his leverage on Aron to toss him against the concrete wall, making his way back to the door.
"Try not to die, no one wants to deal with the paperwork."
Celeste nodded.
"If there isn't a reason for one of us to be out, we're constantly flickering between excited so we both know what's going on. We don't actually know what the other is doing when we're not the one maining." andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) stepped up to one of the vehicles, opening the door for Celeste and Cicada.
"So Crow doesn't know what's going on at the moment?" Cicada asked with some thought as she stepped into the vehicle, "Interesting."
Aron grunted as he hit the wall, falling to the floor, unable to pick himself back up with his hands bound. "Fuck. Off." He snapped. "And if you don't want captives to die, maybe don't throw them against the motherfucking wall."
"Nope." Celeste said in next to Cicada, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) closed the door. He went around to the other side, opening the driver's side and sitting down. He started the vehicle up, pulling it and down the dirt road.
The man grinned, grunting a little as he closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was locked, Aron's bonds feel away. A petite lady appeared in the center of the room, turning to face him.
Cicada looked around still getting accustomed to the new world, "You two are from this time. Must be nice only having to adjust to one thing."
Aron got up as best he could, watching the woman with his eyes narrowed. "Who are you supposed to be?" he demanded.
Celeste nodded a little.
"How are you doing? This all must be a lot to take in."
"The one who has to punish you," the woman said. In a flash of light, she was standing in front of Aron, a staff in her hand that she was swinging down to strike him with.
The woman in the middle of the room nodded. She had two sweeties by her side, but she didn't draw them yet. Instead, she rushed Syzen, riding a sudden burst of wind to go even faster.
After a few seconds of laughter, the writing continued.
Tell me, do you think you'll ever be able to leave this cell?
A military vehicle pulled up near the cafe, Coral opening the passenger door and hoping out.
"Thanks for the ride M!" She said, waving as she slammed the door shut. The vehicle pulled away, and Coral ran up. She'd told her boyfriend about her internship at a government facility, but not much else besides that. Now, though, she was still trying to think of a way to tell him about his characters.
"Hi~!" She called out.
Syzen expected a more advanced battle but he supposed that this will do as for now.
When the figure got close, he jumped back slightly and jumped forward, flipping and grabbing the female’s leg. He then used his own other leg as a spinning point, attempting to throw the female back to where she came from. Even though most of his powers were indeed gone, his skills in the battlefield were not.
”Not entirely sure but I don’t want to be a pessimist, you know what I mean?” Noel wrote down. His chuckled a bit. This conversation with this stranger was already longer than every conversation he had with the ‘Nature Viscount’ for the past six centuries combined.
(Can I just say… that when you said ‘military vehicle’, I just imagined a tank pulling up to a cafe and just stopped there, letting a girl come out and leave. That’s funny to me for some reason XD)
The man turned when he heard the call, not when he heard the moving of the vehicle.
”Hi there sweetie~” he greeted as well. He gestured inside.
”I’ve already reserved a table just in case” he said with a small chuckle as he led her inside the cafe.
Celeste nodded a little.
"How are you doing? This all must be a lot to take in."
"It definitely is," Cicada responded with a slight sigh, "But I'm adjusting well. I think."
The woman was flung in the direction Syzen tossed her, but she soon righted mid-air, drawing one sword. This time, she used the wind to fly up, then come barreling down. Right before she came within range of Syzen, though, she ducked to the side, going for a clean slice across his chest.
You'll lose that mentality soon. We all do, here. A pause, and then the person started writing again.
Did you see two people come in together when you were being held? I heard that two characters came in from the same Author, but it's just a rumor.
(I mean, it's not the craziest thing you could see in Vegas XD)
Coral grinned stepping in.
"Wonderful!" Usually Coral was more reserved than this, but she was a sucker for anything pertaining to bread and sugar. It was quite obvious she had a sweet tooth.
"I'm sure you'll get used to this. And if you don't, your Author might send you back anyway."
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) brought them to the city eventually, weaving between the heavy traffic.
"Yeah, they might," Cicada let out another sigh. She looked to see if she could see what was causing the slight slow down, "I hope they do."
(my my this sounds very neat! May I join?)
(Ooooooh! This is fun on Syzen’s side)
Syzen barely missed the blade. From such torturous training, he’d been able to fall on his back and back to a straight posture in less than a second now. When he leaned down, he wanted to attack the female hut refrained himself from doing so.
”Yes… that was probably me and my co-worker…” Noel wrote with a dramatic pause between the words. He found what the other ‘entity’ wrote a bit hilarious.
When they both sat down, Kun raised his hand to call the waiter. When the waiter came to them, Kun flinched a little but shrugged.
”Good afternoon, what could I get you two today?” the waiter asked with a smile.
Kun cleared his throat in a joking way.
”One chocolate frappe with whipped cream and a slice of blueberry cheesecake please” he replied.
”Alrighty—“ the waiter wrote the order down and turned to Coral ”—and for the lovely lady?”
(oh wait sorry I didn't see the 'closed' part)
The traffic was mainly caused by the sheer amount of vehicles on the road, people slowing it down even more to turn. Eventually, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) pulled off to a side road, the traffic much less crowded than before. He pulled off to a parking lot, stopping.
"I hope they do too. This world isn't kind to characters…"
The woman tsked a little when Syzen dodged, the first sound she had made this entire time. Her momentum carried her back behind Syzen, and she landed on her feet. Not pausing, she rushed again. Her attacks were getting quicker and quicker.
There was a long pause before the other wrote again.
Seriously?! you're one of them? I feel sorry for you. They're probably tracking down your Author as we speak.
Coral looked over at Kun when he flinched, curious and slightly concerned. Still, she didn't say anything because her brain was screaming about how she didn't want to be a bother to him. She looked over when the waiter addressed her.
"Ah, French vanilla cappuccino and…" She paused, looking at the menu again. She'd never been good at choices, but she settled on something she'd had before, "a lemon tart, please."
"I still can't think of myself as a character," Cicada muttered to herself. She looked back over at Celeste, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."
Syzen noticed the speed increase almost immediately, not that it mattered much to him though.
When the female got close, Syzen maneuvered over the female, using the blade she held as a jumping pad.
”You know, I initially thought that we could be friends” he said, looking at his decorated nails. The constellation symbols on each one and the ones on the back of his palms were painted beautifully by one of his… colleagues.
”I know… yet somehow I know that he’ll be alright despite it all” Noel wrote with a small smile. As one of his Author’s first creations, he knew his Author better than most of his other colleagues.
”Alright, please wait for a moment” the waiter claimed and went to the counter to start brewing the drinks.
Kun’s eyes were following the waiter and upon looking at him, the waiter smiled.
The black eyes of the waiter turned to a crimson red pair before quickly turning back to a natural jet black.
When Kun saw this, he smiled ever so slightly then turned to Coral.
”So, how have you been? I’m sorry that couldn’t contact you as often as I used to. Tin’s getting on my nerves these days” he regarded and laughed a bit when he brought up his friend.
"The one who has to punish you," the woman said. In a flash of light, she was standing in front of Aron, a staff in her hand that she was swinging down to strike him with.
Aron grunted as the staff hit him, stumbling back. His back hit the wall. He looked at the woman without fear in his eyes. "Bring it." he snarled. Can't hurt me as badly as I've already been through.
"One never truly does," Celeste admitted. "At least, not until you're face to face with your creator, and… they pocket you for the first time." Celeste shuddered a little. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) got out, going over and opening the door for them. Celeste slid out.
"We can still be," the woman said calmly. She didn't seem very invested in the fight, but her body was moving as if she was completely focused on it. When Syzen jumped off of her blade, she took this opportunity to send a gale under both of them, causing both of them to shoot into the air.
What makes you say that? He doesn't have any characters to protect him, and the government has plenty to attack him with. The period on this sentence was held out like the one from before, the ink creeping into the 'h.'
Coral glanced over when she saw Kun looking at the waiter still, but she didn't catch the eye flash. She looked back, smiling a little.
"Tired, but that isn't much of a change from the normal." She shrugged; that was how she always responded to questions like that. "And don't worry about it, I understand completely. How have you been?"
The woman didn't respond, stepping forward. She raised the staff again, swinging at Aron's head. It was obvious she wasn't really trying with this 'fight.' She figured Aron would just take it like all the rest.
Aron waited until the last moment, then flung his hands on, gripping onto the staff. He narrowed his eyes at the woman, and yanked on the staff.
"What do you mean by pocket?" Cicada asked approaching the question carefully. She could see andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) moving to let them out and hoped he would be able to answer the question if Celeste couldn't.
The woman, not expecting this, let the staff slip from her hands. She scowled, on the defensive in case Aron swung while going in for an uppercut to Aron's jaw.
"Ah- well-" Celeste clearly didn't like the concept. She was standing outside the car now, waiting for Cicada. She flashed to Crow once so he could get his barrings, and then she was back.
"It's a way for Author's to transport Characters without fear of someone else seeing them. Would you like to see?" he asked.