"Well..." Sun thought smugly, "at least I'm being carried. I might actually get used to this."
Ceo glared at the black caterpillar in his arms and grudgingly shuffled out of the door. He was grateful that he was completely covered by an archaic armour. He was at least able to somewhat maintain his dignity whilst carrying an overgrown worm... an annoyingly content black worm.
He did his best to ignore the pointing and whispering that followed them both. He was able to do quite a good job considering the ridiculous picture that he and his leader formed. He actually thought that he'd be able to discreetly slip away to their "travelling troupe" carriage, until he saw his storm knight platoon marching in their direction.
"What's up with that weird guy?" one of his platoon members mumbled.
"Not sure... that really is a very strange armour though. Its so weird and rusted, an absolute embarrassment to anyone who calls themselves a knight. That guy over there should take our captain as an example! He'd never be caught dead wearing something as disgraceful as that!" someone else interjected.
Storm felt his "package" trembling slightly from ill contained laughter.
"Wait a second... Is that a person he's carrying?" someone asked.
Storm flinched, it was about time to leave.
"Hey you. Come over here!" His vice captained shouted.
Storm considered his options, he could either toss Grisia onto his platoon and run like hell or he could throw this annoying worm over his shoulders and run as if his teacher's threat actually came to fruition and a pack of women were trying to gang rape him.
He couldn't deny that the first option was pretty attractive...
Nonetheless, he didn't want to have to cover up for the Sun Knight's secret hobby of dressing up like a flamboyant pirate. So with a huff, he lugged his leader onto his shoulders and ran like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, are you running away?! Come back here!"
Ceo figured he'd have a better chance at escaping his... own platoon... by taking a detour through the Judgement's Complex. He sharply turned left and entered the dreaded area of the Church. All seemed to be going fine, even though he managed to startle quite a few judgement knights, until Grisia decided to begin squirming around.
"Deatheo?! What is going on? You're going so fast that I feel like I'm going to fall! If I fall on my face, I'll make sure that you'll have an extra bundle of paperwork to correct this month!"
.Trying to maintain a strong grip on his now jittery luggage, he almost crashed into a dark pillar... a very angry dark pillar.
The Judgement Knight merely glared at the rusty old knight who swerved around him and nearly let the screaming bundle in his arms crash onto the floor. His frown intensified as the pair was soon followed by a very angry, very loud mob of storm knights.
Recognizing the armour, Judgement sighed in annoyance. "They only had to discreetly leave the church... not cause a stampede." He thought angrily.
Storm shivered as he felt a slightly murderous aura behind him.
Readjusting Grisia onto his shoulders, he lunged through an opening and finally saw his two very annoyed companions waiting besides a very colourful carriage.
Slightly out of breath he threw Grisia into the carriage, and while ignoring the latter's outraged cries, panted "Let's get... out... of here!".
Vival looked confused with the other's disarrayed state but after seeing several knights running behind him, some even pulling out their swords, he rapidly took the horses' reigns from an amused Earth and quickly ordered the carriage forwards...
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Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
Date: 2014-04-13 05:50 am (UTC)Ceo glared at the black caterpillar in his arms and grudgingly shuffled out of the door. He was grateful that he was completely covered by an archaic armour. He was at least able to somewhat maintain his dignity whilst carrying an overgrown worm... an annoyingly content black worm.
He did his best to ignore the pointing and whispering that followed them both. He was able to do quite a good job considering the ridiculous picture that he and his leader formed. He actually thought that he'd be able to discreetly slip away to their "travelling troupe" carriage, until he saw his storm knight platoon marching in their direction.
"What's up with that weird guy?" one of his platoon members mumbled.
"Not sure... that really is a very strange armour though. Its so weird and rusted, an absolute embarrassment to anyone who calls themselves a knight. That guy over there should take our captain as an example! He'd never be caught dead wearing something as disgraceful as that!" someone else interjected.
Storm felt his "package" trembling slightly from ill contained laughter.
"Wait a second... Is that a person he's carrying?" someone asked.
Storm flinched, it was about time to leave.
"Hey you. Come over here!" His vice captained shouted.
Storm considered his options, he could either toss Grisia onto his platoon and run like hell or he could throw this annoying worm over his shoulders and run as if his teacher's threat actually came to fruition and a pack of women were trying to gang rape him.
He couldn't deny that the first option was pretty attractive...
Nonetheless, he didn't want to have to cover up for the Sun Knight's secret hobby of dressing up like a flamboyant pirate. So with a huff, he lugged his leader onto his shoulders and ran like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, are you running away?! Come back here!"
Ceo figured he'd have a better chance at escaping his... own platoon... by taking a detour through the Judgement's Complex. He sharply turned left and entered the dreaded area of the Church. All seemed to be going fine, even though he managed to startle quite a few judgement knights, until Grisia decided to begin squirming around.
"Deatheo?! What is going on? You're going so fast that I feel like I'm going to fall! If I fall on my face, I'll make sure that you'll have an extra bundle of paperwork to correct this month!"
.Trying to maintain a strong grip on his now jittery luggage, he almost crashed into a dark pillar... a very angry dark pillar.
The Judgement Knight merely glared at the rusty old knight who swerved around him and nearly let the screaming bundle in his arms crash onto the floor. His frown intensified as the pair was soon followed by a very angry, very loud mob of storm knights.
Recognizing the armour, Judgement sighed in annoyance.
"They only had to discreetly leave the church... not cause a stampede." He thought angrily.
Storm shivered as he felt a slightly murderous aura behind him.
Readjusting Grisia onto his shoulders, he lunged through an opening and finally saw his two very annoyed companions waiting besides a very colourful carriage.
Slightly out of breath he threw Grisia into the carriage, and while ignoring the latter's outraged cries, panted "Let's get... out... of here!".
Vival looked confused with the other's disarrayed state but after seeing several knights running behind him, some even pulling out their swords, he rapidly took the horses' reigns from an amused Earth and quickly ordered the carriage forwards...