Running through the roadways of Magnolia were three individuals who appeared to be fleeing for their lives. No one could say from what besides a blur of red that was accompanied by a series of angry clicking noises. The unlucky trio who were making frantic attempt after frantic attempt to try and depart from their current situation was as follows: a ditzy Ice Witch, an arrogant but generic Sword Mage with a short fuse, and a calm-and-collected Gunslinger who was running behind the two others while periodically turning around to fire a volley of carefully aimed bullets in order to slow down whoever or whatever was pursuing them. "Doesn't seem like we'll be losing that guy anytime soon, Brother...", a conclusion the Gunslinger came to as he quickly kept pace after another interval of shooting rounds. "I CAN F**KING SEE THAT DON", the Sword Mage, his day literally going from zero to a hundred in a matter of moments, exclaimed with open outrage. "How in the F**K did it come to this"
"Maybe it was that one time Cliff tried showing off and accidentally deflected one of your Explosive bullets into that bakery", the Ice Witch giggled without a care in the world as they found themselves surrounded by increasingly fewer people. "If you can't think of a way out of this mess then shut up Sally", Cliff barked as he suddenly came to a stop, a look of pure horror came to color his features quite vividly. "Well... I guess we know what happened to Carl..." Right in front of them was the crumpled form of their other traveling companion Carl, who was literally painted black and blue by the various bruises and welts he's suffered from a brutal beating. Holding the unconscious body of lumps by his collar was a boyish-looking young man clad in a simple red robe with a white chef hat resting plainly atop his head. The realization that the one hunting them not only caught up to them but also cut them off while also carrying their fallen cohort only elicited Cliff's one and only shocked expression before things went South for all of them. "OH.MY.GOD".
Billiam Feyson, and his odd apprentice Martian Moonie, were already in the thick of it as the bakery's rush hour of the day came rolling in and customers came filing in one after another with requests for custom jobs or perusing through the wide assortment of already made goods. It has been almost three weeks since the kind baker allowed the hellion of a boy to work at his shop under him, and he came to appreciate how steadily the now tamer child was integrating into society. The two would work in the shop and, after some time was spent giving proper instruction, the teacher and student would work in silence. This carried on to a point where each was able to anticipate and interpret what the other did or needed. The two shared much in common, neither of them had any relatives to speak of nor did it seem to bother them that the set of parents for each of them was just not there in their lives. Trivial matters aside, Billi made a gesture signaling for Mars to give him the powdered sugar to add some finishing touches to the tray carrying only two fruit pies as a treat for themselves on a job well done when something crashed through the store window followed by a loud thunderous bang that shook the store.
Scrambling out of the kitchen and into the storefront where the blast occurred, the two were greeted by the sight of four fleeing punks with red hair and a large gaping hole where the front door and window should be. The interior was a literal disaster zone with burns everywhere and display cases broken into or warped. Calmly yet sullenly, Billi took up a broom and began sweeping the debris. "Take a few paid days off... I'll give you last week's due upfront tomorrow...", Halting his sweeping for a moment, Billi came to realize something, "Oh... and here's the key to the basement... don't lose it".
"Maybe it was that one time Cliff tried showing off and accidentally deflected one of your Explosive bullets into that bakery", the Ice Witch giggled without a care in the world as they found themselves surrounded by increasingly fewer people. "If you can't think of a way out of this mess then shut up Sally", Cliff barked as he suddenly came to a stop, a look of pure horror came to color his features quite vividly. "Well... I guess we know what happened to Carl..." Right in front of them was the crumpled form of their other traveling companion Carl, who was literally painted black and blue by the various bruises and welts he's suffered from a brutal beating. Holding the unconscious body of lumps by his collar was a boyish-looking young man clad in a simple red robe with a white chef hat resting plainly atop his head. The realization that the one hunting them not only caught up to them but also cut them off while also carrying their fallen cohort only elicited Cliff's one and only shocked expression before things went South for all of them. "OH.MY.GOD".
---Three Days Ago---
Billiam Feyson, and his odd apprentice Martian Moonie, were already in the thick of it as the bakery's rush hour of the day came rolling in and customers came filing in one after another with requests for custom jobs or perusing through the wide assortment of already made goods. It has been almost three weeks since the kind baker allowed the hellion of a boy to work at his shop under him, and he came to appreciate how steadily the now tamer child was integrating into society. The two would work in the shop and, after some time was spent giving proper instruction, the teacher and student would work in silence. This carried on to a point where each was able to anticipate and interpret what the other did or needed. The two shared much in common, neither of them had any relatives to speak of nor did it seem to bother them that the set of parents for each of them was just not there in their lives. Trivial matters aside, Billi made a gesture signaling for Mars to give him the powdered sugar to add some finishing touches to the tray carrying only two fruit pies as a treat for themselves on a job well done when something crashed through the store window followed by a loud thunderous bang that shook the store.
Scrambling out of the kitchen and into the storefront where the blast occurred, the two were greeted by the sight of four fleeing punks with red hair and a large gaping hole where the front door and window should be. The interior was a literal disaster zone with burns everywhere and display cases broken into or warped. Calmly yet sullenly, Billi took up a broom and began sweeping the debris. "Take a few paid days off... I'll give you last week's due upfront tomorrow...", Halting his sweeping for a moment, Billi came to realize something, "Oh... and here's the key to the basement... don't lose it".
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