"Spell it out Gentlemen....Ahhh you can't be disrespectful to the girl who's your life right?"
"Sheela, leave quickly and get help! I will hold them down!"
"Yo, Kae, had another argument with your pops?"
Kacha! The door opened showing a shadow of two people. It was Eduardo and Marco. They are finally back. The duo had a tired look on their face. Allen also seems to notice as Jett caught him glancing over.
"Didn't go radical this time around, did you?" The unique brunette beauty took a sit beside her. Elena didn't care to give the main lead her attention. She was the main star of this story, she didn't have to waste her time giving her any attention when if she had died, the woman would have had it all.
"Sorry, just have a lot on my mind".
In Jaselle's heart, she thought " Can't you be a little more sensitive? After that big incident in the class, people are bound to be more focused on us! Can you please leave some space and let the whole vibe die down and resume walking home together and waiting for me? Urgh.. I shouldn't have confessed my feelings... This just made it worst... Urgh..."
[Current Power Level: 1520]
He waited, impatient for her to do something, but experience told him to wait. The others were waiting behind them, in a camp they had constructed late the night before. Habit had them up at the break of dawn, moving as quietly as possible, lest they draw the attention of any predators nearby.
But I decided that I will trudge through this loss, this loss of a firm hold that he had entrusted to me. For him and for myself. And also for Jenny.
There was a memory fragment in his head. It that was so weird an unhuman, he felt like it could never be his own and jet everything else pointed exactly to that conclusion. It was by no means long, but it wasn't short either. In it he had a body with long hair all over, his legs were more goat like with hooves at their ends and telling from the flickering shadow beneath, he had to have two long horns on his head. Although this body was as strange and unnatural as it could be, it felt weirdly familiar to him. Furthermore, he was filled with power while residing in this particular body. It was no physical power but rather of a different kind. It was more like an aura, which let his will be the universal law within its reach. It was a power one could get drunk and lost in. Within his memory he was standing beneath a throne. He could not look up at the being that sat on it. Even if his body was filled with unimaginable power in this form, he was still like a child in front of that throne. A terrifying dark and evil will was sweeping over him and words started to form in his mind.
"Krmph."