Snippet #2509731

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The train rattled as if programmed like a metronome, as the passengers had shuffled on and off Seo had procured a seat. He banged his head dully against the window. ”For crying out loud! These “genius’s” could have done without every annoying detail, is a smooth ride too much to ask?” The clock his console discomforted Seo, it hadn’t been long enough. The other side of the window was of even less import than the chumps Seo saw sitting around him; it was barren or grassland outside, a frequent mix of both with the occasional tournament rally flag. Seo scoffed at the GM’s tactless advertisement, but his eyes darted inside. Someone. Near., it was the unusual breathing pattern that gave the spy away, and Seo stood up turning in time to see witness a brown cloak vanish behind the compartments door, Seo jumped onto his seat and propelled himself forward, racing towards the door.
Jammed, the door clicked but wouldn’t budge. ”Mr anonymous must love privacy… only his own obviously.”[b]
A tap came on Seo’s shoulder and he spun about, only to receive a gauntleted fist, [b]”Mussed be mii lughki day, wot yuh fink boys?” A deep voice exclaimed as Seo slammed against the barred carriage door. Regain composure and readjusting his jaw Seo identified 3 men in staunch tourney embalmed regalia; the supposed leader had a note clench at his side.
”Ugh… INTRODUCTIONS, where’s the etiquette? If you going to hit a guy, have the decency to explain to him first WHY he deserves it!”, Seo sighed, as the leader rubbed his head, looking to his rabble to confer.
”Hammertime, Rockchest and Rockhammer,” The one in front said point to himself then his companions, ”And we’re… becuz…” The large fellow paused with a perplexed look, as if straining to explain even to himself, before resigning and opening out his scrunched note. Here. Hammertime passed over the note to Seo.

It was difficult to read, the writing wasn’t neat. The biggest words written were Money, Capture and Reward with plenty of dollar signs strewn across it. There was a curious attachment on the back, it was old but Seo recognised it, it was a picture of him, Korpal, that was in circulation sometime several months ago, at a freshly ruined house. Seo grew wide eyed when he turned the photo over, there was one word on it, not written in the same hand as before: WEAK. Seo screwed up the photo and allowed the note to drop to the floor.
”See. We cashing in.” Hammertime laughed before launching another fist.

It was fast. A practised reflex. The fist got close to Seo but was intercepted, twisted and manipulated to force Hammertime sideways with such ferocity, that there was an ungodly explosion as his head impacted the glass and the glass embedded itself into him. He slunk to the floor, begining to fade to autosave. The two remaining steeled themselves for an attack, but hesitated after seeing their leader’s demise. Both men began yelling to boast to psyche themselves up for an attack.
”Lame… think the scenic route is preferable over this,” Seo hit autosave and leapt through the broken window, shards of glass escaping with him.

Ducking down, Seo rolled out into a dusty barren, circling down several times before finally flattening out, the train was long gone and Seo stretched out panting. ”So I’m not much an attacker, I can at least take a hit!”, Seo grumbled, before rubbing his sore bruising cheek. ”Ah! Tender!,he winced.

Seo sat up, ”Lets see… it takes another twelve to fifteen until the train will arrive at Mac Anu… I’ll load up then. He sighed again, resting back down and forcing up a dust cloud. Seo coughed in irritation.

Opening his console he typed.

"There still may be a hit out for me... you both still enjoy complications, right? Korpal."

Sent. "Both Akuma and Cielo will get that."

Seo slid his sword out, unmoved, and playfully struck out his arm cutting down a flag, that had been fluttering beside him. He smiled, stretching out, and peering at the newly splintered pole stump. "Not long now..."



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