Milo Redcross's Story

Milo Redcross He looks around, admiring the walls as a small ball of electricity crackled between his fingers.

"They sing?" Cam was catching on as the melody began to break through the air. It was faint, but given how high they were he could only assume how powerful that sound would be within the city walls. The tone was perfect and strong, proving how long they had kept this tradition for. And due to the man's attitude towards approaching the subject, the bounty hunter could tell he didn't abide by that song and dance. But, such was life sometimes. Paradise was finding one's own zen...

Which was not grits in Cam's case.

"Ew," Cam's face visible wrinkled in disgust, "You mean that lumpy bowl of viscous oats ground up into the consistency of baby food and yet still tastes like cardboard? Uh uh! Noooo way dude! Do they have bacon and eggs though? Preferably between two biscuits?
Cause I'm absolutely game for that!"

He peered over the edge of the cliff once more, realizing if he had gone down the way he had before the song interrupted his first attempt, his trajectory would bounce him off a jutting piece of jagged rock and send him careening down the rest of the mountain with a few broken bones, some internal bleeding, and a massive depreciation in bravado. Granted, he would've seen it through the goggles and altered course a tooth skin away from actually biting it, but...risks were risks. And he'd avoided a huge one right there.

"Hell yeah," Linus grinned, and off they were. In the right direction! The path down wasn't arduous, but it wasn't the easiest. It kept Linus in shape.

As they navigated closer to Granpaix, details of it's make-up would emerge from the shadow of the mountain. A large wall gleamed around the entirety of the city. Casting rainbow rays from it's vast peak was the center building in the city; the Musipal. It seemed the music was coming from there, though it was beginning to fade as it's end came near. People would be going about their days soon.

Getting in wasn't much of a bother, it would seem. Just a relatively long walk on a path separate from where vehicles whizzed by. The gates were wide and made of the same shining stone as the outer walls. "Granpaix" was written on it in no less than 46 languages. Linus could read twelve of 'em by now.

"So ehm," Linus said to Cam, "Wing City bounty hunting. Must be a high paying gig."

The path down was not easy going for the typical individual. It wasn't slippery, but it did get steep at points and the wind didn't help. Cam was constantly going ahead of Linus, sometimes full on sprinting down a few sections or sliding on gravel for a ways. His method for climbing down this mountain would have any parent sick with worry. But he went about it as of he had a practice for going across precarious terrain.

He always stopped at certain points in the journey, letting Linus catch up before he went on.

The entire way, the music was present in the background and Cam had multiple thoughts to blare his music in counter and drown it out. He never did though. If he needed to get a permit to do what he wanted to, he would need to be on their good side. And if this was tradition, he might be breaking an unknown code. So it was best not to chance it.

The visuals weren't exactly striking in his eyes. He'd seen so many places that had their own quirk that the quirks just started bleeding over into mediocrity. He came to expect massive walls with rainbows jutting out from the central palace and glittering stone giving it an Emerald City standard. He could read the "Grandpaix" carved into the gateway with his own eyes and although he couldn't read the other languages surrounding it, it was safe to assume that they read the same thing. It did give him an idea though.

"I should really build a translator into these goggles," he thought aloud, his mind already going through the process of what it would take. He'd need a translator app on his phone (or maybe he could just pull up Google Translate, but he heard it wasn't too reliable) and a processor log built into it so it could appear the way he wanted it to on screen, like his battery gauge. He'd have to customize and code like a wizard, but what else was new?

His thoughts were interrupted by Linus's question and he shrugged in response, "Depends on what jobs you take on. I could take down a plethora of easy bounties and pull the same income as I would taking down a couple hard ones. The hard ones are more fun though. Like a puzzle ya need to solve. Only...with humans! Either way, it pays the bills and then some so I can continue to do what I do. My energy bill is through the roof!" He laughed at the thought that he might practically fund half of Wing City's electrical company.

"So what do you do around here?" Cam asked earnestly as they went through the illustrious gates.

Linus shrugged. He didn't do much around here, not compared to what trouble he ran into elsewhere. The urge to leave began to nag at him. His palms itched for rigging, his lungs for salted air.

"Well, I guess I'll be movin' soon," Which about settled it. He looked off towards the port. The song came to a close. He recognized it as a hymn to some harvest god from some village in the Luxlands. It was definitely time to go.

"Hard ones, eh? Y'ever go after any pirates?" Linus's eyes darted around; changing the subject quickly, "We're almost at the place. Good food, y'know, breakfast." He pointed to a building stylized like an old country cottage. A large neon sign above it indicated it was a diner. Colored puffs of smoke came out a fake chimney every now and again, forming bunnies and hens and birds.

*Lira walks nervously near the bank of the lake wearing jean shorts and a graphic t-shirt hair up in a high ponytail her wolf ears twitching at the slightest noise*

Just behind Lira was the bellowing of the ceratopsians, coming to the lake for a drink. They easily dwarf her in size, and their formidable horns could impale any who dared aggrevate them. She would not be alone with them for long though, another person was by the lake nearby.

In come Milo, a man with dirty blonde hair and what could best be described is a raggedy mages robe in a mottled brown color. He came to gather water from the lake to drink, unaware of her prescence.

*As soon as Lira sees the creatures she falls backwards a panicked look on her face thinking if she ran she might upset the creatures and if she screamed for help the creatures might devour her so instead she looked around for anyone that may be able to come save her*

Luck would be on her side, the horned animals ignored her in favor of the lake. They came to drink like every other creature, they leaned in and used their beaks to hydrate themselves.

Milo heard the commotion nearby, he had been trapped here for about a week and made due. What caught his eye however was the little wolf girl who appeared terrified of her surroundings.

*Lira backs away slowly unsure what to do*

A smile would be on his face, seeing her terrified. A little girl alone in a dangerous wilderness and she's scared of the plant eaters, how adorable. He proceeds to walk to her along the bank of the lake.

"You've nothing to fear of these guys, they're actually quite friendly." He spoke to her, letting her know he was there.

*She looks startled Unsure where the voice was coming from* WHOS THERE?!" Her voice sounded weak and scared yet serious and fim

"Would you like for me to make them leave?" He tried to hold back his laugh, seeing her so utterly terrified. He held up his finger and electricity crackled along it.

"Yes Please" *Lira still looking utterly terrified at what is going on*

"Alright then, if you'd like." He held up his hand toward the sky and electricity crackled along his arm, a thundercloud would form above them and lightning would strike near the great horned beasts. Startled and afraid, they ran for the hills.

*The terrified look on her face turns into Surprise as she sees what happened* "Now do you mind telling me who you are?"

"That can mean many things friend, I assume you mean my name though." He grins, enjoying messing with her.

"i mean who the fuck are you" *Lira says clearly getting mad ready to kick someones ass*

"Well, Who The Fuck Are You?!"

Gromp Fungona peered through the deep grasses.