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This was one of the first days since Smrt joined Dies Irae, and came back to life for that matter. It was strange for him to be in a Legal Guild after all the stuff he has done, but Johann von Weiss and 7 where more than persuasive. Wanting redemption he joined the ones that could give him a reason to fight.
He walked with a sense of pride, pride for himself, pride for his survival, pride for the suit he was wearing. It made him look more like a legal mage than the clothes he usually wears, and it was for the better. If he wanted to find out more about what had happened to Mari and himself he would need to get better, to get stronger, and on the way there he could get some recognition from the Magic Council and the Rune Knights, both of whom had yet to prove him wrong and clear their own names.
The streets of Cedar were full of people, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, Smrt's brows were lowers and scrunch up as he tried to remember if he had ever visited the city before.
"I can't remember." he said to himself, disappointed.
"This death thing has really messed up my brain. It is like..." as he was speaking a man, much older than him, was giving him weird looks which made Smrt angry. He gritted his teeth, raised his nose and just as he was about to shout at the man, cause being legal does not mean he must take such attacks to his pride without responding, a giant Gingerbread man appeared.
Smrt was startled. "What the...!" Smrt wanted to swear but again he was cut off by the old man.
"See... Told you... These young people only thinking about games. Being a legal mage used to mean something..." Smrt did not have time for such unimportant banter, so he, without even thinking, was determent to save people for possible harm. Maybe he had really changed after death.
The Gingerbread man, almost 5 meters tall, walked scaring everyone. It looked like a normal gingerbread man, with his face poorly drawn, his body full of cracks, but it was gigantic and repeated only three words.
"Return muffin man!"
"The situation has become weirder!" mumbled Smrt, shaking his head.
He cracked his fingers and with full confidence approached the giant that stood before him.
"Yo, stop what ever this is. There is no muffin man, and even if it were I wouldn't let you came near him." ignoring Smrt the monster shouted.
"Return muffin man!"
Smrt took a deep breath raised his fists and without missing a beat started punching the gingerbread man. With every punch crumbs fell on to the ground and Smrt just kept on going.
Punch after punch, hitting a cookie monster like it was his biggest enemy, like it was the reason for all that had happened.
After punches the gingerbread man started shrinking and shaking and with his final breath repeated the same three words.
"Return muffin man!"
All the crumbs and gingerbread body were now back to reasonable size, and while Smrt was kneeling to pick it up, the old man still stood there thinking his generation would have done it better.
WC: 549
This was one of the first days since Smrt joined Dies Irae, and came back to life for that matter. It was strange for him to be in a Legal Guild after all the stuff he has done, but Johann von Weiss and 7 where more than persuasive. Wanting redemption he joined the ones that could give him a reason to fight.
He walked with a sense of pride, pride for himself, pride for his survival, pride for the suit he was wearing. It made him look more like a legal mage than the clothes he usually wears, and it was for the better. If he wanted to find out more about what had happened to Mari and himself he would need to get better, to get stronger, and on the way there he could get some recognition from the Magic Council and the Rune Knights, both of whom had yet to prove him wrong and clear their own names.
The streets of Cedar were full of people, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, Smrt's brows were lowers and scrunch up as he tried to remember if he had ever visited the city before.
"I can't remember." he said to himself, disappointed.
"This death thing has really messed up my brain. It is like..." as he was speaking a man, much older than him, was giving him weird looks which made Smrt angry. He gritted his teeth, raised his nose and just as he was about to shout at the man, cause being legal does not mean he must take such attacks to his pride without responding, a giant Gingerbread man appeared.
Smrt was startled. "What the...!" Smrt wanted to swear but again he was cut off by the old man.
"See... Told you... These young people only thinking about games. Being a legal mage used to mean something..." Smrt did not have time for such unimportant banter, so he, without even thinking, was determent to save people for possible harm. Maybe he had really changed after death.
The Gingerbread man, almost 5 meters tall, walked scaring everyone. It looked like a normal gingerbread man, with his face poorly drawn, his body full of cracks, but it was gigantic and repeated only three words.
"Return muffin man!"
"The situation has become weirder!" mumbled Smrt, shaking his head.
He cracked his fingers and with full confidence approached the giant that stood before him.
"Yo, stop what ever this is. There is no muffin man, and even if it were I wouldn't let you came near him." ignoring Smrt the monster shouted.
"Return muffin man!"
Smrt took a deep breath raised his fists and without missing a beat started punching the gingerbread man. With every punch crumbs fell on to the ground and Smrt just kept on going.
Punch after punch, hitting a cookie monster like it was his biggest enemy, like it was the reason for all that had happened.
After punches the gingerbread man started shrinking and shaking and with his final breath repeated the same three words.
"Return muffin man!"
All the crumbs and gingerbread body were now back to reasonable size, and while Smrt was kneeling to pick it up, the old man still stood there thinking his generation would have done it better.
WC: 549
