So apparently the Stewards are buying the drinks tonight in celebration of a successful mission! Now that's the kind of reward I can get behind. Granted I'd also like to be paid but I guess I can wait the next couple of days while its processed. So long as our bosses are footing the bill and I don't have to worry about finding accommodation I'll be just fine!
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I got pretty drunk. Hell I still am pretty drunk. Not going to lie I shouldn't have ordered that Castrovelian Elf wine. Master always liked it and I gotta admit it's not bad, but it was never really my thing over all. More of a spirits type guy myself. A good Vodka and all that jazz.
Hey Journal? You ain't gonna be read by anyone else right?
So...can I share....a dirty little secret with you?
I'm......Infatuated with crossing blades.
No.
Even that doesn't do it justice.
I'm Obsessed with it.
It's funny really.
Master learned how to heal and opened herself up to others so that she could keep fighting forever.
I closed myself off from others and sealed most of my strength away so that I could keep fighting forever.
I only ever fight with one hand. I make my movements larger and more exaggerated than they need to be so my enemy has a better chance of dodging or blocking. I even use attacks that are wholly impractical like jumping slashes rather than more sensible attacks that would end the fight faster. Hell on my worst days I even substitute brute strength for skill.
When they should work together to form a perfect symphony.
I even use more Soliarian techniques than sword based ones. All for the sake of enjoying battle for just a little longer.
If I didn't hold back that much......
I'm scared that my enemies would be so weak I wouldn't even be able to savour the battle.
My Master told me once why she chose me. It wasn't my physical attributes. Though they were part of the consideration. She told me it was my attitude. Being brought up around Elves bred disdain for them in me. They made no secret they didn't like me being in their city, and I made no secret that I resented them for it.
I was more than willing to brawl with the other kids when they decided to make an issue of it.
She told me 'You are just like me. You have more in common with a Demon than a Mortal. You eat violence and slurp blood. Kill or be Killed. I'm sure you can't even imagine a better way to spend your days.' I was thirteen when she said that. Frankly I was sure she was messing with me. It didn't happen all that often, but Master did do it on occasion. It didn't help she was tasting wines that night.
She was right though.
These days I really can't think of a better way to pass the time.
I'm not some kind of sociopath though.
I'm not about to go on a killing spree, or start butchering women and children. But a real battle that pushes me to my absolute limits against a worthy adversary.
I really can't even imagine something better.
All the time I spent on Castrovel I spent among Elves.
I don't like them.
They don't like me.
But you know?
I think some part of me envied them.
They were weak.
At least the ones that tried to fight me for the honour of being Master's student were. But even though they were weak. They were welcomed with smiles and greetings in the city. I always got ice cold faces and no one spoke to me unless I asked them something first. Even then they were always dismissive.
I think I hated them for that.
For that simple kindness.
I envied the weak ones.
Maybe that's why I liked Master and Macha so much?
They were the only two Elves.....that ever made me happy.
The others were weak. So I was overwhelmed when I found people; even if it was in different ways, just as strong as I was.
Can't believe I reminisced this much about the past. I'll probably delete this part later. But I'll get some sleep now.
Gonna need to sleep off this hangover tomorrow.
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Okay we're wanted criminals now.
Great.
That's fan-fucking-tastic.
Captain Del'Grey wants us dead because we know about his illegal foray into biological weapons, and worse for him we have proof. Which means we more or less have the entire planets worth of Bounty Hunters after our necks.
Bright side!
Zanderbey and I now have a new scalely companion in Julakesh. He thinks there's something fishy about all this and is willing to hear us out if nothing else.
The first wave of Bounty Hunters included some low rent thugs from Next-Step. I hate those terrorist bastards so Gods damn much. I'll admit to being angry about having the bottom of the barrel sent after us and the complete lack of respect that implies, but a dead member of Next-Step is a good member in my opinion so I guess it all balances out.
We're heading to see Julakesh's boss Ted Goldworthy he works under Del'Grey but Scales seems to think he can help and we don't really have any better options. I could try and get a message out to Macha. See if she'd be willing to get us off planet, but I have no idea how long it would take her to get the message let alone for her to get here.
Besides even if she was willing to help I don't want her caught up in all this if I can avoid it.
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Ted seems nice enough. Taking us to the local Cop Shop since they may be willing to help.
Hopefully they don't just shoot us on sight.
P.S- Apparently I wrote something while drunk. I'll need to go over it later and do some editing.