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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? [Status: Meeting Completed. ]
Following all the heads up that the leader of the WHITE group had given him, Aves didn't want to be rash in his decisions. He knew a couple things, but couldn't be sure how to build on the discoveries. All he could do at that moment was keep staring at the old face of the man seated before him. The wrinkled face was covered in white thick beards, yet with fluffy strands that added beauty to the shape of his jaws. While he stared at the face of the man, Alves couldn't help but wonder in his mind,HOW COULD HE BE THE SAME PERSON AS THE ---An activity happening knocked him out of his thoughts. The realisation came quite early;The man had stood up from where he was and was walking away. Alves jumped on his feet too. He started following the man. "Please wait."He followed the man, conscious of his pace. But the man neither answered him, nor waited for a second. "I came all the way here to talk to you. Don't you think I deserve an audience?"Do not blame Alves, he was quite impatient
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Why should I, Jared?"
"You should be on your way."Aria said, looking away from him to the direction of the lagoon where the spaceship-jet was parked. Even though they couldn't see it from distance... or perhaps he could but Alves couldn't. Alves shook his head in argument. "No... not until you tell me what you meant by that."Alves took a quick pause. Aria had dropped his gaze back on him. Alves was acting as though he needed time to think things through. "What did you mean by what you said before the notification...?"Alves kept pushing. He did know that Aria had the answer to his questions, and now to think that Aria would hold the answers back from him? It was something which he would be very reluctant to accept let alone appreciate. Aria's gaze fell on Alve's wrist. The screen which had appeared in his wrist was slowly fading away. "I'm sure you have a means of communication back in the other world. This is the way it works here. It's built into us."Aria seemed quite seamless in changing the top
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "You're dead!"
Her eyes were fiery and tough. She was staring at him as though she would make a hole in his forehead. If it was possible that eyes could turn into a gun, she would had hit a headhsot. OH SHIT, WHY IS SHE GLARING AT ME LIKE MADAM...There were memories being plucked out of the depth of his mind. As though someone was mining in his head. The fear which he used to have for Madam caught up with him, making his legs tremble. But there was something really weird about this feeling...Deep inside of him, he could feel that this wasn't about Madam. It was as though a range of memory was reaching out to be picked, but it seemed distant. But there was a strange register imprinted in his mind, surfacing. As though he had known this woman all his life. And slowly, his mind was replacing every fragment of memories of Madam. Just a deep stare from this woman was causing so much magic that Alves almost dropped on his knees before her. He couldn't really tell what had gotten over him, but he fel
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Mia
Mia was seated at her work desk when she heard a knock on the door of her office. For a moment, she pretended she didn't hear. Because she didn't want to be distracted by whoever it was. She kept on doing what she had been doing before the random intrusion. Then came the knock again. "Why are you so obstinate, I said I'm not meeting anyone. Not until I'm done with what I'm doing."She called on top of her top, hanging her pen in the air for a while as she glared at the wooden door. She shut her eyes for a while, taking a deep breath. "What an annoying joke."She cussed under her breath. Opening her eyes, she resumed what she was doing. She hadn't worked for a while when the activity came from the door again. But this time, it wasn't a knock. She saw the knob of the door turning in. "I'll surely kill him..."She swore, the glare seeped in her face fanning a wave of embers which fueled the rage. As she kept the long face at the door which turned opened, slowly pushing in. The doo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "...you won't be able to return."
"Do you love her so much?"Aria asked, staring across the garden, from the top of the sycamore tree. Alves was so tired of staring at the top of the branch that he mumbled as though he was talking to the lawn of greenery beneath his feet. A thud! At his front. When he lifted his head, it was Aria. It seemed that the latter had realised the odds... that was why he made that decision. He walked closer to Alves then sat next to him on the wooden cedar bench carved like a fancy photoshoot hanging chair..."Why should I answer your questions though?"Alves bounced back at Aria. He watched as the tough face of Aria melted into a thin smile. Alves got more offended. "And why the hell do you act this way around me. What to do you think? That we are friends?"Alves snapped, keeping a glare that matched the weight of his words. Aria kept a plain stare at him. "What's that look? Shouldn't you be apologising? Or do you really want me to take out the rage, of what grandma did, on you?"Alves w
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Azuga
"Does he remember anything?"The voice which asked the question was deep, airy and husky. There was a man standing opposite the direction of where the voice had come from. It was the leader of the WHITE group. Seated before him on fluffy yet royally designed seats were about fifteen men of high calibre and sauce. They looked to be of high dignitaries, and their composure was not only royal but intimidating. The leader of the WHITE group bent forward at their front in a quick bow. And as soon as he lifted his body in an upright position, he found his voice,"It's hard to tell. But he is having a great trouble adjusting to the sudden changes."The leader of the WHITE group said. There was a brief silence which was succeeded by a pace of murmur which travelled across the enclosed area. After a while, one of the fifteen dignitaries found his voice,"Keep close eyes on him. We don't want things going out of hand."The leader of the WHITE group watched as all the rest of the men nodded i
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Oh... shit..."
Alves was roaming, thinking about the things that the old man had said to him. The man he had been referring to Aria. He wasn't really worried about the name factor, even though he had scoffed most times saying, "How could someone his age not have a name?"Yet he knew what was the most important of his worries. The other information that the old man had hurled at him. "This land does not have its name? How does that make any sense?"He had his doubts, but he wasn't willing to take the risk of throwing everything into thin air. "And after saying all those things he is nowhere to be found! Really?"Alves had searched for the old man throughout the area of the Palace, making sure to visit all the places that his guts told him not to. But no matter how hard he had searched, he couldn't find the old man anywhere. "What was he thinking? That I would come looking for him in the forest again? So I get punished by Grandma again... and lose the remaining bones in my body this time?"He to
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Death."
Even if he wanted to fight, the weight of the panther on him ridiculed and mocked his strength. He wasn't strong enough to move the fat and heavy paws of the panther off his face let alone heave the mighty body. His eyes were shut and every sense of his being active. He knew that at that point there was nothing he could do for himself even if he wanted to. He couldn't save himself. He began to have several ideas. Several thoughts began to trample upon themselves in his head. One of the many thoughts was the possibility of what would really happen to him come the worst case scenario.WOULD I DIE IN THE OTHER WORLD TOO IF I DIE HERE OR WOULD THIS DEATH BE AN ESCAPE TO THE OTHER WORLD?That was the question which kept bouncing from one corner of his mind to the other. And he couldn't get any answer to it. Then something strange occurred to him. It was a sort of realisation that he had locked his mind to. The panther had pounced on him, and it had been a while. He had closed his eyes
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