"Miss Argon, do you know how strong their blood is?"
"Yes."
"Mm, specifically, how do They look like now?"
"Uh, sliced?"
"By how much."
"Two."
"The neck and chest."
"Yes."
"From who," Azen directly faced the Assistant. "A sword."
The Assistant reached out hesitantly, ultimately retracting their arm. Unsure of what to do.
Before finally staring.
"Why to you, I wonder."
"I-I don't know..!"
At Argon.
"Have you done something to them, Miss Argon?"
"I don't know..!"
"So them. One sided?"
Argon played with her fingers.
"Maybe? How should I know…"[1]
"Wonderful greatness. Ain't that right."
The echo of Their voice prompted them to turn around instinctually, weapons drawn.
…Nothing was there.
"But these are some large dents. Geez."
Behind the Assistant was Them. Admiring a wall.
"Great ghost. Yesh, no?"
The blood flowing from the same person on the floor didn't add up.
The Assistant just slumped their shoulders and kicked the fake body.
"Hey! That's my corpse!"
The Assistant glanced at Them and kept poking it.
"Bruh. This was supposed to be spoopier! Be confused!"
"It was quite confusing?"
Argon rolled their eyes in a nervous manner.
"Ughhhhhhhhh."
They sighed.
"Fine. I got the thing. Let's go."
They spoke again after a quick thought.
"The train never stops! Geireurweiss! Aueshie! Also."
They tried prying off the Assistant.
"Get off."
In response they tightened.
"...?"
"The blood scent is gone… Miss Argon, what are you hesitating to speak for?"
Argon turned her head, tried saying something, then gave up.
"GET OFF!!!!!!! ILL KRILL YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She truly doesn't know what the Assistant is doing.
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Todays doombringer:
N: Azen Fields (did you know thats an actual field? Sansetia or Radlivun? Figure it out!)
S: Male
Age: Less than 500 more than 200
P.O.B: Radlivun (Where specifically? Search for urself.)
Race: V-E word. (Figure it out if you see this.)
Self: A bloke who lived on the cusp of hardship. Or did? Regardless, spent life under a wing who became his master, ██████. Well that was a bit after a few years.
Self, others: A strange individual. Both in the past and now. Soft spoken, and often lightly sarcastic. (That's what I think.) Dialect before he got humbled was crass and regarded as rude from the others before he pretty much lost. I think it's interesting. Doing the right decision for his master is pretty cool.
Occupation: Dispatch Wanderer
Dept: Wandering Presence
Rank: Guided By The Stars (Special. Gee I wonder who they made this after.)
Current Assignment: Game show contestant
Previous Assignment: Intro, Sequence/The Bards
Abilities: Crude Sword (Guh?), Axis ████, Heightened Senses, Manipulation [Blood] (Prob more but like, I lazy.)
Type(s): [Flesh] [Blood]
Restraint: The Coin and Choice
Given Code: 1007245
Alias, Current: The Wanderer of Humble Tales, The Deceivers
Alias, Self: A Small Wanderer, Azen
Miscellaneous: Likes chocolate despite his race. Prefers to desensitize certain aspects of his life, for some reason. Irrational when it comes to his master, ██████. Lost physical features. Hidden or not. Dislikes ██, of course. █ was ███ ███ ██ █████ ██. ██████ did a great job in nurturing. I guess they had a lot of complicated thoughts towards ██ ███████. Still. No one can be ██ █████ █████ ████ ██. Sad. Ah actually that doesn't fit this part does it?
Thoughts: Consider buying mocha. Oh, and I guess most don't know about him? We have like so many people. Yeah but people can always remember The Hunted so… not much is known. Course, I do.
(Slightly better makeshift paper.)
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The Assistant has an interesting track record.
3, 0, 4.
"What does that mean?"
Assigned number.
Assigned number.
Deaths.
"..."
It's strange.
How can someone die four times? Frankly it's not known too well in their story what they did, but it caused them to get these numbers.
"Story."
Part of a story.
I'll tell you this.
The story of a person, dropped into a world unknown.
Far from us, who have to get up the ladder, personal interest was taken at the top.
Certainly we are guided and loved, they are often on equal standing.
"That has to do with them, how?"
Shhh.
Let me tell you, all of us are not on the same level. With a wide range of species, everything will not be the same.
Said interesting track record relates to their story, their life.
Special.
Destiny.
Righteousness requires a holder and wielder.
It was in them.
But the one that was filled to the brim, the vessel, the Assistant, no longer has it.
"...Why is that?"
To you, a native, this would seem… ludicrous.
There is the beginning, middle and end.
Denial, Begrudge, Acceptance.
Far as being told, that was… their path.
It was set from the start. How sure, I am not.
Regardless of what little is known, there was the outcome.
The "Assistant".
Though I suppose their face would be controversial here?
"Face?"
It concerns you not.
Just know that it was related to Destiny.
As for the other sister…
The Assistant could tell you all about it.
A demonstration and you would know much about it.
"...How."
Hm…
Lets say.
That Fate plays a role.
That role it follows without question.
[1] Smol words spoken. uh, no longer smol now