[After the dizzying arrival of the newcomers, Sieghart crosses Bradley's path. Before he can so much as utter a single word, however, a memory zooms into the scene:
It's nothing you haven't done before. You're sitting off to the side and watching Dio, the demon scion of the Moderates, because you have nothing better to do and the guy is as maddening as he is intriguing. He's too busy chatting with that demoness friend of his to notice that you're watching them.
Not even a handful of years ago, you wouldn't have imagined yourself allying with demons in any capacity. Having to tolerate Dio's presence is like running a marathon; you can't stand his sense of superiority and the fact that he's a demon, but you could do with worse companions. Despite all your bickering—if he's a cat, you're a dog—you've endured many a trial and tribulation together and entrusted your back to him more times than you'd like to count.
It's a paradox, is what it is.
Ley floats away after deciding that she's bothered Dio enough, and that's when your gazes lock. You make no move to turn away. Why would you? You're just looking.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Dio sighs in exasperation. "Never mind. I don't want to waste energy on useless emotions."
You frown. "What? You want to start something?"
"What?" Does this idiot only know how to say that word? "Since when? Aren't you the one who's been staring me down?"
"No," you reply, smug, because he's wrong. "I've done no such thing. Isn't that just you and your inferiority complex? To a human, no less."
"Humans are an insignificant existence—and you are lower than them. How does a half-baked immortal monster like you still call yourself a human?"
Your hackles rise at his words. How dare he? Certainly, you're nothing more than a timeless monster that doesn't belong to any group. (Whose fault is that?) You won't deny that. But you shouldn't have to endure this from Dio of all people.
"I don't want to hear a demon call me a monster," you snap, at which Dio's eyes flash in the way they do when demons are enraged.
"Then let's drop this here. Aren't you the one who's trying to get the last word in?"
"You're assigning blame after insulting me? You think I'll just sit here and take it?" You consider drafting another letter of challenge to settle this ridiculous feud. Dio can try to pin you to the ground by your neck again, but you can always spring back up and beat some sense into him as you've done in your previous duels. The idiot. "To think you're their leader. The future of demons is dark."
"At least humans have done something right by not giving someone like you a position of power."
He's right on that front, but you snarl at him anyway.]
Bradley and Akira are sitting in Bradley's room. It's nice, well maintained, surprisingly clean for a man who lived in a cave for (mumbles the amount of years). There's a ton of guns in the glass cabinets.
"Then, who is it? The one you call a close friend," asks Akira.
Bradley mumbles to himself, as though he'd like Akira to stop asking...But he answers anyway. "Ah, well, I’ve forgotten his name. There was a guy who I could use. He wasn’t particularly strong, but there was a steadiness to him. How do I put it, he was someone who had no desire... He had no desire, so he never got greedy about anything. I'm greedy and short-tempered, right? That's probably why we balanced each other out."
"Huh...so you had someone who was like a partner to you. Was he captured along with you?" Akira's curious.
"No, he managed to escape......Well. He's probably still kicking around somewhere? Not that I’d really know." Bradley is absolutely not meeting Akira's eyes. He lets out a light sigh. Leaning back in his chair, he looks out the window as if in thought. "We were well-balanced, but maybe we weren’t in sync with each other. He wanted stability, you see."
"Wanted stability? You mean he wanted to quit the bandits?" Confusion.
"Yeah. To do business or something. What a joke. Can you imagine me doing business? The only thing I can dish out is fights." A sigh. Bradley knows what he's good at and it's not settling down.]
As far as what I'm describing, those two are more or less the same thing. A bouncer protects his establishment by escorting rowdy patrons out. It's a job that can be rife with brawls.
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Week 3: Sunday
It's nothing you haven't done before. You're sitting off to the side and watching Dio, the demon scion of the Moderates, because you have nothing better to do and the guy is as maddening as he is intriguing. He's too busy chatting with that demoness friend of his to notice that you're watching them.
Not even a handful of years ago, you wouldn't have imagined yourself allying with demons in any capacity. Having to tolerate Dio's presence is like running a marathon; you can't stand his sense of superiority and the fact that he's a demon, but you could do with worse companions. Despite all your bickering—if he's a cat, you're a dog—you've endured many a trial and tribulation together and entrusted your back to him more times than you'd like to count.
It's a paradox, is what it is.
Ley floats away after deciding that she's bothered Dio enough, and that's when your gazes lock. You make no move to turn away. Why would you? You're just looking.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Dio sighs in exasperation. "Never mind. I don't want to waste energy on useless emotions."
You frown. "What? You want to start something?"
"What?" Does this idiot only know how to say that word? "Since when? Aren't you the one who's been staring me down?"
"No," you reply, smug, because he's wrong. "I've done no such thing. Isn't that just you and your inferiority complex? To a human, no less."
"Humans are an insignificant existence—and you are lower than them. How does a half-baked immortal monster like you still call yourself a human?"
Your hackles rise at his words. How dare he? Certainly, you're nothing more than a timeless monster that doesn't belong to any group. (Whose fault is that?) You won't deny that. But you shouldn't have to endure this from Dio of all people.
"I don't want to hear a demon call me a monster," you snap, at which Dio's eyes flash in the way they do when demons are enraged.
"Then let's drop this here. Aren't you the one who's trying to get the last word in?"
"You're assigning blame after insulting me? You think I'll just sit here and take it?" You consider drafting another letter of challenge to settle this ridiculous feud. Dio can try to pin you to the ground by your neck again, but you can always spring back up and beat some sense into him as you've done in your previous duels. The idiot. "To think you're their leader. The future of demons is dark."
"At least humans have done something right by not giving someone like you a position of power."
He's right on that front, but you snarl at him anyway.]
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[His world does not have them, so he's more than a little confused.]
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What about them? . . . That's right. You said your dimension only has humans and wizards.
In short, they're immortal beings from the Demon World who care only about destruction.
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Are all the worlds... divided up like that? There a world for every type?
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[Anyway it's MEMSHARE TIME.
Bradley and Akira are sitting in Bradley's room. It's nice, well maintained, surprisingly clean for a man who lived in a cave for (mumbles the amount of years). There's a ton of guns in the glass cabinets.
"Then, who is it? The one you call a close friend," asks Akira.
Bradley mumbles to himself, as though he'd like Akira to stop asking...But he answers anyway. "Ah, well, I’ve forgotten his name. There was a guy who I could use. He wasn’t particularly strong, but there was a steadiness to him. How do I put it, he was someone who had no desire... He had no desire, so he never got greedy about anything. I'm greedy and short-tempered, right? That's probably why we balanced each other out."
"Huh...so you had someone who was like a partner to you. Was he captured along with you?" Akira's curious.
"No, he managed to escape......Well. He's probably still kicking around somewhere? Not that I’d really know." Bradley is absolutely not meeting Akira's eyes. He lets out a light sigh. Leaning back in his chair, he looks out the window as if in thought. "We were well-balanced, but maybe we weren’t in sync with each other. He wanted stability, you see."
"Wanted stability? You mean he wanted to quit the bandits?" Confusion.
"Yeah. To do business or something. What a joke. Can you imagine me doing business? The only thing I can dish out is fights." A sigh. Bradley knows what he's good at and it's not settling down.]
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If they're talking business that involves dishing out fights, though . . . ]
. . . Yeah, I can't imagine you as a knight.
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[ He's not going from bandit to knight! That's embarrassing! ]
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As far as what I'm describing, those two are more or less the same thing. A bouncer protects his establishment by escorting rowdy patrons out. It's a job that can be rife with brawls.
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[Everybody there is just doing their very best to survive.]
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[The normal stuff.]
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It's why he moved to East Country.
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He's happier these days.
[ And that's the important part, isn't it? ]
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