In a plane of existence so plain, white and deathly quiet was a man with jet-black hair, solemn green eyes and a face filled to the brim with neutrality
He then frowned, putting on a display of emotions to his pale face while sitting in his throne of power, sheer energy manifesting around him indicating slight frustration
He then calmed down and said
"Tch.. my eyes are not a bastard version of yours, know your place, you foolish death reaper" mumbling a bit more about his eyes, he then stopped, calmed down and placed a somewhat kind smile on his lips
"Let us see how well you make it till here, my child, for your eyes are second to none, perhaps even mine.. come.. come here"
His eyes grown weary, heavy as if he had experienced several lifetimes in that plane of existence, devoid of social contact
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Michael, covered in blood and a long, sleek looking black and red sword in hand, came into the castle chamber none of the soldiers in sight except for Voldergarb.
"So, you abandoned your fellow soldiers huh, and I guess I was right about you, you sp-" he started, bringing out his revolver.
"No, it's the opposite, they'd turned tail and fled, not me" Michael stated while lowering his sword in its long sheath.
"And just to point out, I took care of your little problem; the U.A.F won't be troubling you for a couple weeks" he said while holding his arms up is a 'surrendering' position.
"Tch, that can't be.. how.. no.. I know you're lying!" He said while firing a warning shot off.
"You can ask any of your precious 'soldiers' or should I call them cowards?" Michael mocked but then sighed.
"Then again, if I went up against a guy like Edward, maybe even I'd preferably run away too"
Voldergarb seemed to noticed some commotion near the gates from his viewpoint.
After a few minutes a few soldiers came and confirmed Michael's tellings.
"So, you really did take care of it?" Voldergarb asked, slightly lowering his fire arm.
"Finally.. Yes! Now can I put my arms down or what?" Michael asked a bit annoyed.
'Damn, never knew holding your arms up while they're damaged would hurt' Michael thought sarcastically.
"R-really!?" Voldergarb shouted again, yet this time in disbelief and in somewhat tears.
"Yeah yeah, now can I get going? I need to meet up with my partner, I don't have all day" Michael said crossing his arms together subconsciously and wincing abit at the pain where he had been cut at in the fight.
"H-how.. no.. it would be rude to ask how you did that.. just.. just name your wish, and if in my power I shall grant it!" Voldergarb said while smiling, while walking towards him in a glibly gait.
At this Michael just sighed for the-god-knows-how-many-times-i've-sighed time.
He just frowned slightly while facing Voldergarb and requested one thing.
"Do me and yourself a favour and ask me my name" he said as the soldiers, that didn't abandon the camp just tensed.
"Oh, how rude of me! It would seem in the panic of today and thought of tommorow! I forgot the most common etiquette of asking a person their name when they meet!.. so.. what is your name?" Voldergarb said, perhaps a bit too much in the moment and poetically asked michael for his name.
Sighing for the last time he stood with his pokerface.
"Michael, Michael Ohara"
You could feel everyone tense up at that, and the tension could be cut with a knife to prove how much sweaty the situation proved to be.
"Get out" Voldergarb said bluntly with anger thickly portrayed in his tone of voice.
"It's already a favour I don't put you out myself, so get out of here you demonic lizard!" He shouted as Michael just walked away.
'What's with it and everyone being so judgmental, this is like the four hundredth time now that someone's called me that..' Michael thought, he wasn't really affected by this though, since it practically came packaged forcibly with the mention of his name, how unlucky being him he always thought.
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While Michael had had a bad day in and of itself, in Tommy's opinion, his day was considerably better if a little boring as he had realised he didn't have enough brute force to capture back the state itself.
So.. Tommy had just been sitting around the 'Rendezvous point' Michael had given him to be around.
Of course he was also a bit scared if Michael would find out he had just passed on his job to him, saving camp Voldergarb from The Tyrannical Rule Of Edward Brawn!.. he thought that could make a good title for a stor-
"...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Michael shouted at him, scaring the young Ninja to be.
"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!?" Tommy shouted back evidently surprised at Michael's levels of stealth, or just disappointment at his own carelessness at appraising his environment.
"can we just stop shouting, its practically night already" Michael asked as Tommy just had a nonverbal aggreement at that point with what ever Michael said.
"Wait, you shouted first! And you told me to come here! Mood swing much?" Tommy said with a small frown while Michael ignored him and just huffed in annoyance
"So.. you put me up to this didn't you? Camp Voldergarb and all?" Michael asked with a scowl on his face.
He just sat down on the ground again, no care whatsoever for his 'cool' clothes nor Michael's questions
Tommy just said yes to all Michael said with a stupid and tired expression on his face.
"Your outfit is stupid isn't it?" Michael said while barely containing his laughter when Tommy said-
"Yes-... WAIT NO! I TAKE THAT BACK!" He said as Michael just laughed.
After all, what ninja wore an almost all yellow outfit?
After calming down the two friends just walked back to the docks area and started discussing about the mission.
Liberate atleast the state of army's fedrora.
"So... what the heck do we even do now?" Michael asked as he walked near the town square, a bit further from the docks area, but close enough to be seen from there.
"Well, since you did get your ass kicked by Eddie, I'd say you get healed, we train you in deception, conception and incep-" before Tommy could make another reference Michael just huffed and said.
"Okay, one; I kicked his ass, not the other way around, two; I'll be healed by tomorrow morning, and three; please don't say that"
"Alright alright... but you have to learn about how to sneak in"
"I'd snuck in on your ungaurded back" Michael said with a smirk.
"That was just because!" Tommy said in a loud whisper.
"So.. you were daydreaming about ponies again weren't you? Or was it about dragons this time?" Michael asked, arms crossed as he didnt wince this time.
'Already healed' Michael thought with a smirk on his face.
"Argh! No!.. I mean technically yes, but I wasn't daydreaming, I was just thinking" Tommy replied.
"About what?" Michael asked with a somewhat serious look on his face.
"About the dragon attacks the U.A.F had been recieving a few months back, rumours popped up that they wanted their king/god lalazhard back" Tommy said as Michael got an uneasy look on.
He knew why they were searching for the great red emperor dragon.
"They want to kill his 'holder' to take over the throne don't they.. god damn it.." Michael whispered to Tommy, his voice as sure and serious as he was, his eyes slightly bulging and sweat appearing on his forehead despite it being nearly night
This wasn't the time to joke around, this was a matter roped around him ofcourse.
"Trouble just seems to follow you around, doesn't it?" Tommy asked as they both sat down on a park style bench.
Not Michael though.
He fake coughed to bring Tommy's attention to him.
"You sat on wet paint..."