Ezran Stormblade's Story

Ava sighed. Her sword hanging off the left side of her belt. Her hood up as she didn't want to be recognized. Her left hand holding the sword hilt so she didn't smack her commander with her hand. Sometimes being the first lieutenant of a merc guild had it's downsides. And in this case, it was trying to keep the commander in control. A few strands of her platinum gray hair falling in front of her face as she dragged her commander away from one of the alcohol booths by the back of the neck of the commander's coat.

The woman dragging the other suddenly stopped to let what seemed to be a young man running past them, looking like an excited puppy, or a kid who just got told they could get any candy they wanted from the candy store. Before shaking her head and moving on.

Meanwhile, Ezran, the black haired half elf commander of the previously mentioned merc guild, had a flushed face, two mugs of ale, one in each hand, and was trying to wriggle free of her coat to no avail as she was not so quietly celebrating the festival. Peace, a new school, and memory of the vanquishing of evil.....what better way to celebrate than with copious amounts of alcohol and revelry?!

"Avaaaa you're shuch a shpoilshport!" Ezran mentioned to the first lieutenant. having given up with her struggling. Before chugging down the mug in her left hand."Mmmm thatsh good shtuff! I want more! Avaaaaa, more Ale!"

Ava silently facepalmed with the hand that was formerly on her sword."You have another cup in your other hand, Commander." She said, before placing Ezran into a chair. "And you're not to move from this chair, understood?"

"But..." Ezran had begun to reply when Ava gave the most terrifying death stare that the commander had ever seen, lightning suddenly flowing around Ava's right arm as it slowly reached over to grasp the hilt of her blade."You. Will. Remain. Seated." She spoke softly to the commander. Her voice colder than ice.

Ezran meeped quietly, but nodded, staying quiet before drinking the mug of ale in her right hand. Too scared to speak, not sober enough to defy.

Zeebee continued to have fun for a long time, while managing his powers, until he finally got tired. Needing something, anything, to have, he eventually wandered around and found his way at a place that served food and drink, noticing two other people nearby as well having a conversation. As he continued to look around, the bartender finally came over to him.

"Oi, only people who are allowed to drink alcohol can sit at the counter".

Hearing that, Zeebee took one of those genetic scanners he had with him, and had himself scanned. It did not test for DNA or what not really, but something else...and when the bartender saw the results, he immediately held back his tongue, got out a glass, and filled it with the heaviest liquor around.

"To think, there was someone who could actually exceed the measurement limit...and beat out all my Dwarvern customers..."

In Origin, there were similar prerequisits in terms of drinking laws...sort of...it was 15 and up, but other then that it was mostly the same. The only difference was the exceptions clause, for those who were naturally born with bodies that were superhuman or at least superior. These people could safely drink alcohol because their bodies were better.

As Zeebee far exceeded the minimum threshold, he was allowed to drink. In fact, he was given the strongest drink the bartender had on the house for having such a ridiculously high tolerance. Of course, Zeebee's tolerance only involved symptoms like Alcohol poisoning, organ failure, ect. He would still get drunk and have hangovers, for some reason or another.

"Well...its not a milkshake, but it will do..." Zeebee mentioned as he took a drink. He didn't have a strong like for it, but no dislike either...he just preferred milkshakes. But this drink was free, so he decided to drink it.

"Hey, you two know of anything I might not have seen yet?" he asked the two next to him.

Ezran had a smile on her face as she put down more currency for more ale. Before turning to the one who had spoken to the both of them."...How are we shupposhed to know what you have and haven't sheen?" She replied. Clearly drunk, but at the same time enjoying herself. And she wasn't causing an issue with the other patrons. Only Ava. Who was leaning against the counter and watching the two, but facing away from the bartender, was having an issue of Ezran.

Ava smacked Ezran on the shoulder."Be polite." She exclaimed cautiously to the commander. "We saw a dragon earlier, or at least he claimed to be one. Although his eyes did look a little weird. He was in human form. I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Mm shorry." She said to the person. "I washn't trying to be rude. I'm jusht drunk ish all." As if that was an excuse. Although to be fair it did control her speech functions. "We....we alsho saw someone who had...." She paused for a moment, having to count on her fingers. Before holding up all 5 of her fingers. "Four armsh!" "Put your thumb away...." "O-oh yeh...shorry...." She reiterated with the correct amount on her fingers. "Four armsh!"

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Some stalls away, that same four armed man was checking out the weapon stalls. He looked like a one man army, both sets of arms crossed over his body. However not in anger, but in thought. He never thought about using elemental ammo. And the thought of having a shotgun that blasts people with fire was enticing.

Zeebee watched the two's comedy routine, and it made him laugh a bit. And when they mentioned the Dragon, Zeebee smiled a little.

"Dragon huh? I have seen some smaller Dragon summons so far, a mechanical cyborg Dragon, and various magics in the form of Dragons, but I have not seen any large ones yet".

Thinking back, he thought it was kind of amusing.

"To think, someone would take a wounded Dragon, and turn them into a Cyborg Dragon...this place really does have infinite possibilities...I wonder what this evil Demon King was like, to cause so much chaos that they still celebrate this much to this day".

At the same time, there was another boy, though he looked older then Zeebee by a few years, who had been sitting nearby quietly with his own drink. No one seemed to bother him, but after Zeebee mentioned what he did, the young boy (though older then Zeebee) stood up, paid for his drinks, and then walked out. Zeebee felt it was a bit tense for a moment, but more then that...it was for less then even a quarter of a second, but he had sensed a great amount of rage and annoyance from the other boy before he left.

"Wh...what the..."

With Zeebee in shock, he turned to the other to wondering what that was about, a questioned look on his face. As Zeebee had yet to see the statue, although the statue different in appearance especially in terms of age, he would not notice there were...similarities...between the statue of Millen being defeated, and the one who just walked out.

Yes, the should be dead, corpse sealed away Millen, walked out a bit annoyed, accidentally bumping into a four armed man as he walked.

That damn hero! I rejected to go on a date with her once, and she pulls this crap! Over one thousand years, and I still can't get over just how...childish she was! I mean, she had all those handsome knights pouring over her, but she came to someone who looked like me, short, eternally this young, and demanded I date her?! And then, just because I rejected, she had me declared as some evil entity and caused a huge war just to kill me, or kidnap me herself! Just what the hell!

Jericho, having suddenly been bumped into, stopped for a moment to gain ahold of the situation, his arms unfurling. The bottom two were clearly robotic. However one of his real arms reached out and gently grabbed the man by the shoulder."Oi mate. I understand being lost in thought but keep an eye on your surroundings a bit more, yeah?" He wasn't mad, his tone was fairly calm, and slightly concerned about the other person. "At least if you bump into someone at least be willing to say sorry?"

He may be a merc but that didn't mean he had to be a hard-ass towards everyone. Even if he looked the part, he was actually quite kind. Or at least he tried to be.

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"Mmmmmmm no....t-thish guy only claimed to be a dragon....b-but wash human. A human with weird eyes! Like a cat! or a lizard! Sho who knowsh?" Ezran said, her head falling onto the counter. A grin on her face."Whatsh your name?" She asked curiously."I'm Ezran Shtormblade! Thish shpoilshport ish Ava."

"Zeebee Lake. Nice to meet you. I am a newbie adventurer, along with my brother Sora who is...somewhere here" he said as his order arrived. He took a sip of his milkshake...only to realize it was not a milkshake but an even stronger alcoholic beverage!

"Shit, you weren't kidding" a female bartender said who was standing next to the original one. "When you called me I thought you were joking, but he drank that without any issue at all. That one usually gets people tipsy with one sip".

"...what happened to my original order..."

Zeebee almost complained about being used as a test subject again, but that would reveal he was used as one already which might cause trouble for him.

"Hey! Someone get this kid Ryncol!"

"Isn't that stuff Death to humans?!"

Zeebee looked to the others. "If anything happens to me, please keep my unconscious body safe until my brother shows up...I get the feeling I won't be escaping from this for some time".

Meanwhile....

Millen turned around and looked at the one who grabbed him. If he could use his battle form they might be equal height, but in the current form he looked like a kid...which was a side effect of Demon King Blood, it was so potent it made it impossible for him to reproduce. Though, there are occasional ways to make an exception.

"Sorry, just heard something that put me in a bad mood is all" he spoke. The man grabbing him irritated him, but as his words didn't seem hostile it helped negate that.

"And for the record, the black bullets are made of Black Steel, which despite having a higher density are a bit lighter, so they are good. Also not as expensive as Mithril bullets, though with Mithril bullets they can be reused since they almost never break".

Ava raised an eyebrow and looked at the kid. "Do you even want whatever this Ryncol is?" Her voice calm, yet concerned. "Cause it doesn't sound very fun."

"I'm only half human!" Ezran said loudly, as if she was speaking to the bartender."Doesh that mean I can have shome?" She asked with what could be described as just a shit-faced eating grin. Enjoying herself probably just a bit too much. However before the bartender could respond Ava slugged her commander in the arm."No. You need a glass of water and a chance to sober up. No more alcohol for you."

"B-but its a festival! I wanna celebrate!" Ezran whined. "You have been celebrating." Ava responded with a roll of the eyes, Ezran rubbing the spot where she got slugged in the arm.

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Jericho frowned a bit. dropping his hand from the other person's shoulder. "How did you know what I was looking at? Or what I was even considering? Besides, I can't afford the bulk prices for the mithril bullets. Hell, I can barely afford the enchanted bullets I want to get. Re-usability, especially for what I have, would be difficult and more time consuming than what I want to go through. So I'm not worried about it."

"No. But it seems like they are really enthusiastic. Well, this is the first time I ever had alcohol so I was sort of letting it pass to try something new. Its not like it can harm me anyways. As they mentioned, I am kind of superhuman" he replied, shrugging it off. "This festival sure is fun though. I was thinking of trying the Hover-Coaster next, but came to take a break and recharge. I didn't know that you could drink alcohol underaged provided you passed a test though, that was interesting".

After that, Zeebee looked around...and for just a moment, used his powers. It was a small something, but he felt like he needed it. Soon after...

"What the...the cooler is malfunctioning! I need to get more ice quickly!"

The small electro-wave he used would keep them busy, hopefully enough to forget about him, and then he could just relax and...

"Here, kid! Watch the bar for me! I will be back soon!"

Suddenly, he got pushed behind the bar and became the bartender while the others went to deal with the cooler issue. Zeebee just had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Your trusting a random stranger?!"

"Relax! I am good at judging people! Besides, you need the money right? I will pay you two thousand to keep things running and safe!"

Zeebee nearly choked up. Two thousand was enough to secure him a place to live for a good amount of time. It meant less pickpocketing, less trouble, and he could splurge a little on comfort.

"Leave it to me!" he said, before turning back to the other two. "Well, normally I might not know whether to call this lucky, or unlucky, but..."

He took out the ingrediants and started making himself a milkshake. "This seems like its overwhelmingly positive right now".

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Millen just shrugged as he looked at the man. "Well, I mean, I saw what you were standing in front of and looking at? And while its a bit sad, so far every single four armed person I met has been interested in buying guns. I once knew a guy that carried like, sixteen different weapons, eight swords, eight guns, even though he only had four hands...apparently he liked to have backups, but still..."

Millen remembered that guy. He was similar to a mercenary that the hero had sent after him centuries earlier, so he wondered if they were related. However, Millen did not bother to think much of it. He didn't like thinking of the Hero.

That woman....taking up all that time of mine, forcing me to go through all that! I am so happy that none of the kingdoms were able to build a statue of her...

"Anyways, it seems like the festival has passed the mid point....I wonder if they are planning anything for the finale?"

And just then, a huge amount of fireworks could be heard launched into the sky as the sun grew further away.