Snippet #1108858

As Styx explained the situation, Aemyle, to his relief, calmed down, allowing him to release the large breath he took in upon her drawing of the firearm.

“I am not sure what you mean when you say ‘putting up your dukes’, but I do intend on following my companions into battle.” She seemed cautious to enter the rift he had created, despite the urgency. He wondered if she was hesitating because of a fear of the nausea taking a hold of her again. “I swore my loyalty to them,” Whatever nerves the girl had, she shook off now speaking with a certain resolve.

“Really now..? Loyalty hmm.” Styx seemed to be mulling over the word in his mind when she turned to thank him.



“Thank you for your guidance, Styx, sir,” She smiled and acted as if she would move forward before curiosity overtook her, “Pardon me, but may I ask why you put -sama onto Mr.Maverick’s name? It is Japanese if I recall correctly,”

Still in his Indian-style sitting on the glass, Styx grimaced at the question. It threw off his entire aloof visage for an instant, but he quickly regained his former composure, returning to that dull air of his. He turned his head to the side, and tilted it up to get a good look at her. “Well…he, it’s complicated really.” The suited man’s countenance was thoughtful; as if he was still pondering the very question he was answering, “Demetri-Sama gave me purpose, and for that, I’m in his debt, I respect him.” Styx shut his eyes and faced forward again, looking away from Aemyle.

“That’s the long and short of it, now you better get to helping out your pals.” It was obvious he wasn’t willing to speak on the matter anymore; almost as obvious as the fact that he was holding something back.

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In the Fray!

Brave watched with an animalistic hunger as an army of…zombies? Appeared before him. He licked his lips, and brought his wolf’s blood soaked blade to his mouth, licking the blunt end clean. He leaned into his fighting stance, casually and playfully juggling the cutlass between hands, he cackled with excitement.

“That way eh..? What a coincidence, that’s the same direction I wanted to go!” Reversing his grip of the blade in his right hand to a downward position, Brave took off into the thick of the zombie’s crowd. He was hardheaded, well skilled, and viscous, a dangerous combination—and to top it off, he had an intelligence quotient of 26.

The rotting corpses swung their weapons at him with an amazing force, but they were slow, and the pirate was much, much faster. In the middle of a thick cluster of six, Brave sliced through one in front of him which wielded a spear. Just as the zombie’s weapon fell from mid air, he grabbed it, abandoning the cutlass for the moment, and twirling the thing foolishly about.

From his position, doing a much more ‘civil’ battle with two skeletons, He peeked from the corner of his eyes to see his ‘friend’s thick-headed behavior, “That idiot…he’s going to…”

At that exact moment, not only did Brave manage to slice and dice the five zombies around him, he also succeeded in cutting his own self—extremely deep. Just as the pirate came to this realization (he didn’t mind much, it didn’t seem to hurt him), his body reverted to the mass of stars and glitz he appeared with before, and returned, instantly to Jayx’s side, away from the fray.

“Brave! Are you okay?”

“You need to be more careful! You could have gotten hurt! Where’s the cut?”

It looked like Kid and Karen had also materialized next to Jayx, acting as a medic for whoever got injured in the battle. The pirate, who was now sitting confuzzled on the ground, looked up at them with a confused eye (eye because the other was covered with an eye patch xP).

“Eh…looks like it was nothin’!” He chuckled, indeed, the extremely deep cut he once had was completely gone. Like it never existed in the first place. Jayx, Karen, and Kid all huddled around him as he pointed to where the injury was supposed to be.

“Whoa….it’s like magic!” Jayx clapped, amused by the occurrence, Kid followed doing the same, while Karen looked more concerned. Brave leapt up, rotating his arms, ready to hop back into the fight.

“I’ve wasted enough time! Haw! I’ll have to cut down 1000 more to make up for it!” He pounded his fist against his chest, ready to charge back. He gripped his cutlass, which was also, oddly enough, right back on his side.