Numair squirmed in place and smoothed over the picnic mat. With how long his limbs were, he could knock down the baskets and drinks without even trying. Thankfully their group was spread out on a wide area by the base of a hill- he peeked up and saw Victoria and a few others lounging under a tree growing from the peak of the hill itself- and there was a lot of space for everyone; the people who would do training exercises were further off in a field so they can't disturb the others. Hopefully they wouldn't mind if he stretched or anything right?
"This is great, innit, Porkchop?" the surfer scratched the back of the tiny little winged pig that had wormed its way onto his lap. Shouldn't Gary be taking care of him? Huh. Well, the girl's been in a bad mood lately and wasn't taking shit from anyone ever since that incident with Sacha. He grimaced. Poor guy also got beaten up by his best friend as if getting swallowed by a monstrous fish wasn't enough for the day.
"We've got tons of new supporters right now. It's like a tiny revolution! Next thing we know we'll be fighting a boss battle. Hope we get badass music themes, eh?"
Japhet and C were talking about the plan, so Numair struck up a conversation with the Lost Souls closest to him.
"Hey Toby, uh, is your head okay now? I don't remember what happened, but one of my girlfriends," Numair suddenly looked pained, but he shook the expression off,
"hit me on the side of the head with her skating shoes. It was an accident… I think. Anyway I kind of blacked out after that. Just saying. So, uh…"
He wasn't sure Toby would respond positively, I mean, the boy was pretty much a wreck back in Orion. The youth bit his lip and glanced at the others. Maybe they could stop talking about the serious things now?
Leaning against the chipped and sturdy trunk of the oak tree, the huntress didn't mind if a random bunny guard popped out of thin air and shot her in the stomach. Dear Celery on a stick, she wanted to
die.
Victoria knew that her plan, joining the criminal organization called The Hooded Figures and exacting revenge on Queen Delirium, was far from easy. She had steeled herself for the rigorous wear and tear it would take on her physical and emotional well-being, resigned and extricated herself from any activity that would take even the tiniest percentage of her focus away from the mission. The fatigue, effort and injury- she winced and her hand covered part of her side- from helping the two groups of humans were on par with her expectations; what she couldn't just shrug off was how… how
dragged out everything was. Nothing moved fast enough.
… Was that really her problem?
"Damn it," Victoria growled under her breath. No, that wasn't it. The nobody was tired, wounded, and… and… Oh, she was just tired of everything, damn it all! She fought and fought and fought, turned into a weapon of destruction that razed everything in its path, but what had
that done? What did she achieve? Nothing! She was no closer to her goal than she was that day she embraced him to her chest, said
"You can't go!" and
"You can't leave me behind, A! You promised! I can't…"
"… I can't do this by myself," she sobbed out in a hoarse voice, but at the nick of time remembered that she was not alone and brought a hand to her face. Victoria forced out a raspy cough then straightened up from her slouch. She missed Avian. She
felt alone. She didn't want to be alone. Dear Celery just end it now before the waterworks come. She can't cry, not in front of these humans and their impressionable consciences. She can't-
A lanky recruit stood in front of her and performed a salute.
"Greetings, lady Sieghart! My name is Tomlin, I… I was your um… I was royal dragoon Avian Rider's apprentice. I just wanted to say that I… We all miss him very much and…" His cheerful voice faded and the young nobody wiped his brow.
"We wish he was still with us. Sorry for taking up your time, milady. I'll go now!"
Victoria watched as the soldier trekked down the hill, then she turned her head towards the humans who had been watching the encounter. Wonderful. Just raise the topic, wouldn't you. Ugh.
"So… Does anybody else want to talk about Avian or should we move on?" Her voice sounded steady. She hoped it was.
There was no time for mistakes. Gary stood away from the others, her right hand gripping tightly onto the pole while the other was clenched into a fist. She was going to train as if her very life depended on every inch her skill grew. The stormy expression on her face scared the dragons away and they chased each other ways off the brooding girl lest they caught her displeasure.