Mystydjinn
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Hikaru's face flared at the inquisitive's comment, "Who are you calling incompetent!?" The recently choking boy called after the adept as he disappeared, Humph, superiors.The spiky-headed mage was put out by the spell-caster's comment, and glared sourly at the ground, I've got your incompetent right here, he growled clenching a fist irritably.
Then he turned towards the younger spellblade, "Yeah, that does sound fun," the teen said as he gathered his blade from the ground, "Maybe later, see you two at the barracks I guess." and with that, the four century year old mage leaped into the air, alighted on the gatekeeper's face again, then leaped over him back into the city, his black shihakshou brushing against the top of the blood red gate.
Your not going to beat up that poor boy to vent your feelings are you?His blade asked inquisitively.
No, I'm going to fill the tenth barracks with pudding. He replied simply, I've got your incompetent.
True to his word, the determined young man didn't cease his leaping from building to building until he found found himself at a shop inside a nicer section of Rukongai. When he arrived there he allowed his pressure to drop on the workers in the building, walked briskly into the back room, and returned dragging the store's entire supply of pudding out behind him. The barrels of gooey chocolate were contained by brown wood and, sealed with bright red metal studs. The boy's highlights bounced gaily as he walked. Then as he passed the store's counter, then the spiteful mage fished a very large amount of yen from his pocket, and tossed it onto the table to pay for his goods.
"Sorry if your uncomfortable, men," He called over his shoulder as he walked out of the red doorway, the barrels bound together by a thick braided rope, "But I've got business to attend too, and couldn't risk conversation." With that brisk comment the boy left the building dragging the giant brown barrels back to the eight barracks, "I wonder if that new guy, and Nevada would help out?" the boy wondered as he hefted the thick, braided rope over his shoulder, "Nevada is Ren's sister but, I'm sure she won't mind a little 'prank'."
Your realize if Adele, Ren, or Adelaide find out what your up to your toast right? The Zan spirit drawled lazily, Are you sure this revenge is worth it? You might even get sent to the seventh.
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Then he turned towards the younger spellblade, "Yeah, that does sound fun," the teen said as he gathered his blade from the ground, "Maybe later, see you two at the barracks I guess." and with that, the four century year old mage leaped into the air, alighted on the gatekeeper's face again, then leaped over him back into the city, his black shihakshou brushing against the top of the blood red gate.
Your not going to beat up that poor boy to vent your feelings are you?His blade asked inquisitively.
No, I'm going to fill the tenth barracks with pudding. He replied simply, I've got your incompetent.
True to his word, the determined young man didn't cease his leaping from building to building until he found found himself at a shop inside a nicer section of Rukongai. When he arrived there he allowed his pressure to drop on the workers in the building, walked briskly into the back room, and returned dragging the store's entire supply of pudding out behind him. The barrels of gooey chocolate were contained by brown wood and, sealed with bright red metal studs. The boy's highlights bounced gaily as he walked. Then as he passed the store's counter, then the spiteful mage fished a very large amount of yen from his pocket, and tossed it onto the table to pay for his goods.
"Sorry if your uncomfortable, men," He called over his shoulder as he walked out of the red doorway, the barrels bound together by a thick braided rope, "But I've got business to attend too, and couldn't risk conversation." With that brisk comment the boy left the building dragging the giant brown barrels back to the eight barracks, "I wonder if that new guy, and Nevada would help out?" the boy wondered as he hefted the thick, braided rope over his shoulder, "Nevada is Ren's sister but, I'm sure she won't mind a little 'prank'."
Your realize if Adele, Ren, or Adelaide find out what your up to your toast right? The Zan spirit drawled lazily, Are you sure this revenge is worth it? You might even get sent to the seventh.
"Yes. Yes it is.
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