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I let out a breath as I felt Tesla's iron grip on my arm as she sat beside me. I didn't think she'd be the clingy type, but I wouldn't begrudge a girl of her comforts especially if it was helping her mental health recover at unprecedented rates. Although, that was assuming that her grabbing my arm like it was about to fall off was actually helping her in the first place. Nevertheless, it was better than the girl being off by herself in some section of the campfire being miserable."Now... that was something, huh," I weakly chuckled, only feeling the Prime's grip on my arm tighten with my words. "I kind of want to go over plans again now, seeing as we have nothing better to do over some food."Livia blinked at my words beside me. She clearly didn't like Tesla being clingy, what with me still being weak enough to be blown over by the slightest breeze. Unfortunately for her, Tesl
I felt the atmosphere around me get charged as Tesla stated her intentions. It was as if she had saturated the air around us again, only this time, it was metaphorical instead of being literal. And to be quite honest, I didn't know which was worse."Let you... help?" I asked. "Are you sure? I thought you didn't want to fight anymore?""I won't," the Prime firmly reiterated. "I won't fight. I was never a fighter... But I can help in other ways. I just know it."I could only blink in astonishment at her words. I couldn't believe what she was saying. I want to respect her wishes of not letting her fight anymore, but if she was offering her help, then her primary role will always be a heavy hitter. Combined with her clearly powerful Numerator abilities, there was no other way I could see her helping beyond being another fighter to shore up our ranks.
Theory versus execution. On paper, even the simplest of plans can look absolutely fool-proof. I mean, in a game or any other task of note, plans are usually used to streamline execution and maintain efficiency. You wouldn't just jump into an unfamiliar situation without at least some sort of goal in mind, correct? But then, even with plans drawn to the most minute detail, the lack of on-hand information will always mean that said plans would have to adapt depending on the current conditions. Perhaps you planned on scaling a roof or a wall when suddenly it rained and made everything wet and slippery. Or maybe you wanted to eat steak but the beef you saw in the supermarket was too expensive to buy. Either way, plans are merely drawings of hypothetical situations that may or may not happen.Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, our plans were completely shattered as soon as Arya opened her fucking mouth.
It was a bold claim in vague happenstance and badass imagery. My stolen quote had the desired effect on those that clearly understood my implications. The twins, Tesla, Livia, and Grigori all clearly managed to divine what I was trying to say, Bennie, Ruby, and Anne seemed to have somewhat understood my words, and Arya looked like she still didn't care beyond having a knowing smile on her face.The rest, however, didn't seem to know a damned thing."The hell do you mean, lady?" Isaac pointed out. "Of course it still makes a sound.""I feel like you're mocking me," Phillipe glowered in confusion. "I'm missing something here.""What, seriously?" Ruby asked incredulously. "She means something totally different. Crimson wouldn't say something stupid."I blinked as barely hushed murmurs began to
Practice. The word can hold two meanings, both of which held some semblance of significance in my life. For me, it held the idea of bettering oneself, and perhaps the application of one's skills in a professional setting. Sadly, that didn't mean I actually did both things. Well, maybe the latter, but the former was something I rarely did except maybe on stuff that I really gave a shit about. Hell, I didn't even practice drawing blood from patients till I was forced to do so during internship. Maybe I was lazy. Maybe I was being stupid. But did that mean that I liked it? No... Not really.Still, maybe if I really managed to bring myself to care, then maybe I wouldn't be here in the first place. Maybe I'd still be a doctor back in the old world, doing a job that I somehow brought myself to like instead of languishing in ridiculous adventures such as the one I was having now. Heh... Maybe I didn't regret it
Being fugitives running around in the middle of the night, it was probably impossible for us to get in by the front gate without expending a decent amount of effort in trying to hide. Unlike the first group, we didn't have the luxury of having princesses as leverage, no matter how questionable that was. So instead, we followed Arya's infinite wisdom and elected to go through the city walls instead. And when I mean went through...Well, we literally planned on going through the wall."Are you sure this is gonna be silent enough?" I anxiously asked our infiltrations expert, Arya. "Wouldn't there be houses on the other side or something?""The city is built in a way that the wall won't be touching any sort of housing district," Arya explained beside me, her arms crossed as we both watched Grigori prepare to do his thing. "And even then, with Lord Ston
The streets of Mathema were quiet and still as we navigated our way towards the palace. With Grigori taking point, the veil of darkness under the night sky insulated us from what few guards we even came across. It was a good thing too, seeing as Anne had helpfully forgotten to inform me that she had sprained her ankle due to the blast way back in the wall. As such, we were moving at a reduced pace as I made sure to prevent the maid from aggravating her wounds further. Arya, meanwhile, kept to the shadows behind us; flitting from hiding spot to hiding spot in a way that I never expected from someone so lackadaisical with their job.Make no mistake, however, that she would keep quiet even if she was pretty damn good at not getting spotted."We're at least an hour away from the palace grounds, Deary~" I heard the bluenette's voice echo from somewhere above. "Assuming that we're k
The Feuille flinched at the direct sleight to her craftsmanship, as did I seeing as this was originally my design. Anne bristled even as she seemingly kept her attention on trying to broadcast our signal. But from the way the antenna fluctuated in its blue glow, I knew that she wasn't taking the insult well for her to shrug it off."It's still revolutionary," I countered, trying to defuse the situation before it could get worse. "Have you ever seen someone talk to a person over half a kilometer away? I don't think so.""But it's still limited by such a glaring error~" Arya cooed, smiling all the way as if she was doing this on purpose. "I would think that Dens that had your direction would be better than the rest of the bunch~"I blinked. Anger began rising up from inside me as I felt like I was going to explode."Did y