Chapter 1: Arrival - [Video]

[wishmadeinfire]

[A strange sight pops up on the video monitor. The video itself is somewhat skewed, as if the device is laid at an angle, but the image itself is clear. It seems to be a large, open area - perhaps the library or the cafeteria, but that much is unclear. In the display is a person with long, elf-like ears, floor length black hair, and dressed in

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[shakingbaltic]

I-it has g-gotten so much w-worse lately, I h-hope that you will be a-alright.

[wishmadeinfire]

Oh... well, thank you for your concern. Are you aware of why I was attacked on sight?

[shakingbaltic]

Th-they all seem to want to injure p-people.

[wishmadeinfire]

I see. So, there is no chance of reasoning with them?

[shakingbaltic]

I d-do not think so. But I have no tried to yet.

[wishmadeinfire]

I see.

Thank you for this information. At least now I won't waist time on words.

[shakingbaltic]

W-Will you be able to take care of y-yourself?

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, I'm sure I will be fine. I appreciate your concern, though, Sir...?

[shakingbaltic]

Go-good. Most people that come here are f-fighters, but not all.

Latvia. Wh-what is your name?

[wishmadeinfire]

You may call me Ashura-ou, Sir Latvia.

Yes, I would hope they would have some skill with a weapon. If this is how this entire world is... I pray no one gentle ends up here.

[shakingbaltic]

There are a couple of gentle people, a-and some that are not f-fighters. It has been a long time f-for me, too.

[wishmadeinfire]

[He smiles into the communicator, gently.]

Don't worry. I'm sure it will all be fine, Sir Latvia.

[shakingbaltic]

I was training again b-before things became bad, I sh-should be alright. I j-just need a sword of my own.

[wishmadeinfire]

[Speaking of which....]

Sir Latvia, do you know if they keep all the weapons in a certain area? I cannot find my sword.

[shakingbaltic]

I d-do not know, I am trying to find something myself.