As Sett got up from the couch, Roman didn’t waste any second and delivered a powerful right hook directly aimed for Sett’s face. Sett lost his balance and fell straight to the ground. When he tried to get up, he was concerned because he was still feeling the after shock of the punches he received earlier.“What’s the matter, prodigal son? Is one punch good enough for yah?!” Roman mockingly exerted.Sett scoffed in response, trying to act tough and not embarrass himself. He tried to put his hands up and form a stance, but Roman then delivered a powerful three punch combo, which Sett had no time to guard himself. He felt the damage piling up as every blow connected one after another.Even though Sett’s body was now overwhelmed in pain, Roman still didn’t stop and continued to pummel Sett with powerful punches. Sett tried to fight back, but just got easily countered by Roman everytime he tried to retaliate.‘What the fuck is this guy’s hands made off?’ Sett thought to himself, struggling
While Roman was still on the floor, wiping the blood off his nose. He scoffs, then proceeds to laugh in amusement, acknowledging the fact that Sett caught him off guard. Roman somehow considered it as an entertaining happenstance, that Sett found a small window of opportunity, and took it to give him a cheap shot like that.“That was very clever. Still a cheap shot, but it was clever.” Roman said as he stood up from the floor and fixed his now wrinkled button down shirt. “However, I’m not in the mood to fight you anymore. So stop cock-blocking me, and get the hell away from Azula.” He added with an irritated voice.“Make me.” Sett provokingly responded.Roman’s blood started to boil after hearing Sett’s remarks. At that moment, he thought that it would be an easy win to get past Sett since he didn’t possess that much threat. But what concerned him was how Azula would react right after. Roman glanced at Azula and saw how composed she still is. Even after what happened, she still seemed
“What the hell were you thinking Aunty?!” shouting Sett’s voice could be heard outside of Azula’s office. “Even a person who is mentally impaired could easily understand what wretched hell awaits Ann at the hands of that swine!” he exclaimed, making sure that Azula captures how dire Ann’s situation is, now that she’s in Roman’s clutches.Azula on the other hand, was assessing the situation silently, while sitting on the couch. She understood the way Sett feels especially after the stunt his emotionally and mentally disordered cousin pulled earlier. But this wasn’t the time for them to start acting like helpless children.All Azula could think of was Ann’s safety. She must come up with something to insure Ann’s safety, especially when the one she’s with is her psychoneurotic nephew. Now the question is “how?”. It would be useless for her to just recklessly barge herself through the Emerald House’s front doors because Roman would have told them about the whole thing.She also couldn’t
With Azula willing to tell him everything he wanted to know, with a promise that no form of information would be held back. Sett felt conflicted. After all, there is a pressing concern that they should face first. As much as Sett wanted to sit down and potentially receive all the answers to his questions, he couldn’t overlook the fact that there is a life at risk.He was about to reason out with Azula and decline the opportunity she presented to him, but Azula cutted him off by standing up and walking towards a bookshelf near her office table. She took out a very old, hard-bound book from the top shelf. The dust that it accumulated is the indication of how long that book was left untouched.“This book holds everything that you want to know if you wish to learn more about our family’s history.” Azula stated as she gently blew on the book, revealing its true worn-out, rustic black cover.Upon further inspection, there was an embedded mark on one side of the book covers. It was a mark o
“Oh, my apologies Sett! I must have been hit by the memories of old a little too strongly.” Azula said as she wiped the tears off her face.However, Sett wasn’t convinced by such reasons. Sure, you could cry when you’re hit with nostalgia, but that is out of a joyful, euphoric feeling that overwhelms you to the brink of crying. But in Azula’s case, Sett noticed that her tears weren’t a product of such positive feelings.In fact it was the total opposite. Sett sensed that, the moment he saw her eyes devoid of life. An imperfect match for her ocean blue eyes, that seemed so full of life. He thought that whatever was bothering her, seemed like a burden that was still weighing down his Aunt, even until now.“Are you sure you’re alright Aunty?” Sett asks, deeply in concern for what Azula is feeling.Azula just looked at Sett with heavy laden eyes. She wanted to tell him about what really happened to his dad. However, it was still too early for him to know the truth. If he’d learn about it
“You’re joking, right?” Sett asked in bewilderment of the sudden revelation that just presented itself to him.His statement somehow managed to anger Jessica even more. She paced herself slowly towards where Sett was standing with clenched fists, ready to bust his head again. With her choosing violence as her response, Sett was forced to apologize for his statement earlier to avoid any other conflict to arise.“I should be the one to ask you that you prick!” Jessica naggingly said to Sett. “There’s no way that you’ve spent all that time at Mother Azula’s office, and not learned of the foundational rules that your house has!” she added.“I did learn a little bit about the foundational rules, but…” Sett was cutted off mid sentence.“See! Now you admit that you do know about the House’ foundational rules! But why the fuck didn’t you use that and deny Young Master Roman’s request, huh?!” Jessica furiously said.Though Sett was getting a little irritated with Jessica’s aggressive accusatio
Sett raised his eyebrows in confusion as response to Jessica's statement. It was as if she was expecting that he would ask her about it then and there. She finished tidying up the equipment then grabbed a chair to sit next to Sett. Her eagerness was as if she was a child, trying to share something she just knew to her parents.“So how much do you currently know about it?” Jessica meticulously asked before sharing everything she knew to Sett.Sett was a little bit surprised and curious about how much she actually knew about. Intrigued with whatever information that she could give, he decided to lay down a brief and still non-detailed outline of everything he knew, still leaving some parts hidden for Azula’s sake.As Sett finished the information dropping, Jessica gave her a skeptical look. She had a hunch that there was some information that Sett withheld from her, which was understandable. She didn’t want to pry on whatever it was he and his aunt talked about upstairs. She knew that
Sett left the Medical Room, leaving Jessica inside. As he was walking down the hallway, he was contemplating everything that he had learned so Far. Even though he was feeling a bit at ease because he had learned so much about his real family, it was still a lot of information to take in for someone who just arrived the very same day.By the time that Sett finally got time for himself, it was already almost midnight. He decided that he should just call it a day and go to his room to rest. He walked back towards the lobby to head upstairs and finally hit the hayAs Sett was about to go up the stairs, the sound of knocking suddenly resonated across the whole lobby, there was no one there other than himself so he opened the door. The moment he opened up the door, there was no one there. The only thing that’s there was a sealed envelope.It was addressed to his Aunt Zula, but he thought that she was already asleep. He closed the door and decided that he should keep this letter for now and