"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" ~ Some mafia guy with trust issues
After yesterday's traumatic experience we were allowed a day of rest, by that they meant only the time during which daylight was experienced, the training would commence at sunset. It was only natural that we would us this time to become somewhat allies with our teammates. The dorms were surprisingly beautiful and offered some sort of luxury. From the outside it was just one misplaced t-shaped structure, the inside however was a bit more complex than that. There was huge passsage between the parallel rooms which all intersected at the middle with a colourful cross between a hall and a lounge. The bathrooms however, were at the far ends of each wing. The shortest wing belonged to the female adventurers and males were forbidden there. Security wasn't tight since a barrier prevented guys from entering, hooray for magic 😔.
Adventurers usually partied in groups of four, the number of good luck among other reasons. The huge disappointment on my part was that my group was a total sausage fest, not even one chick was in it.
"Hey crew what's up, my name is Dean, I'm seventeen and I am going to lose my virginity here."
Dean was a bit above average height, he didn't display any outstanding talents but I could tell that he had plenty hidden in his sleeves.
"Hey, pretty boy you're up."
I decided to play along, "Before we proceed know damn well that I'm straight, I like chicks and I'll kill a man for a doughnut. In my language I'm Giarc which translates to Genesis but friends call me Gene.
"Good to meet you Gene," the boy sayed as he reached in for a welcoming hug.
'Friends'
"What?"
I lashed out, 'I said only friends can call me Gene, you can go hug a tree or give it a cute nickname or something.'
One guy seemed all too nonchalant, I had heard some guys call him Ban earlier, rumour has it that the guy has got a few loose screws. The last smaller more depressed guy was a total mystery to me.
"Hey grim guy, it's your turn now." I motioned to him my curiousity peaked.
"Hi I'm Onit," he replied hushedly.
'You're on what, drugs?' I demanded, trying to make him reveal another more human emotion.
"I look forward to watching you choke on your own blood as I strangle you with your intestines which I shall eviscerate from your insides using your parents' fractured bones."
Pleased to meet you' I stuttered as my other roommates took turns dousing themselves with holy water.
"What inspired all of you become adventurers," I enquired as I lied prostrate on my new bed.
The mood suddenly changed, it was clear that I wasn't the only broken one here nor was I the only person haunted by an uncomfortable past.
"Nothing special really, I'm just bored and life without excitement isn't worth living. If I die it's a win either way, I would finally be able to join my best friends." the jolly Ban opened up.
Dean replied, "Honestly it gets lonely staying locked up in palace walls where I'm deprived of free will and forced to memorise annoying laws, crappy lineages and ruthless politics. It doesn't matter if it's fancy a cage is still a cage."
The touching confesions were definitely enough to rouse some deep emotion and soon enough everyone was spewing some goals, frustrations and pent up aggressions none of which I obviously paid no attention to.
"How about you Darther, you got an interesting backstory or are you just another normal boring guy."
'No, Dean, I'm just an orphan who got lucky now I'm a Saltz, definitely no Darth left in me.'
"Bish please," he replied, "noone from Darth is ever boring, what's with the rings how did you even end up here anyway."
'Careful Darwinian, some questions are dangerous,' I was agitated by the poking around but there wasn't going to be an end to it. "I lost my childhood memories during a fight and I'm an adventurer now because I need power, mine, yours, everyone's. I want to become a god and only then can I return home."
The eyes were once again peering straight into my soul, but this time they weren't judging, they were sympathetic. Personally I hated it because the word sympathetic was a mix of two, sym and pathetic neither of which I wanted associated with me. I decided to let my guard down, just this once or at least pretend.
A sadist, a clown, and a nosy pervert, my kind of crewmates. These mirky waters of life were in trouble because they were about to be conquered my yours truly.
Chapter 4: Pleased to meet me