Calebero

In yet another world where people can gain power, Grant amberston was born. As he grew, he became gifted and driven. His experiences focused like a fine point in a single direction.

He trained under the watchful eyes of society and became one of the rising stars of the generation. One day he was challenged and lost his foundation. He descended from the world's stage and faded into obscurity like the trash he was...

"All according to plan."

Until one year later, when his family got tired of him mooching off of them.

"Folk"

un/alike

Grant woke up tired, in pain, anxious, and at four in the morning.


'Been a while since I woke up like this.'


After he got ready and chose his weapon for the day, a sub-machine gun, he opened the doors to his room.


The hallway was desolate when he left. The corridor, a depressing pit of darkness.


'That's strange. Shouldn't everyone be up by now?'


Grant walked the empty corridor, the lack of noise putting him on edge. The only light came from a crystal that he kept on him.


Suddenly a figure appeared out of nowhere. Like how an apparition appears rather than approaching their victims.


Grant let out a shrill scream that scared the shist out of anyone that heard.


"It looks like you woke up on time today."


He cried in relief after realizing it was just his maid. The maid in question was sticking her fingers in her ears in case of a second scream.


After hearing no such scream, she took out her fingers.


Grant said in a much better mood as the duo started walking and talking.


"So what exactly made 'mister always tired' get up so early?"


"My dad, remember? Didn't he announce it to all the staff or something?"


"He did, but I didn't think you would actually follow it."


Grant playfully punched Madeline on the shoulder and said in a jovial tone.


They walked for a while and talked about what had happened since the last time they'd seen each other.


"So what happened to everyone else? Isn't anyone up yet?"


"My guess is that everyone decided to wait until six to that they could go to breakfast with their returning prodigy."


She clasped her hands together and made a wistful expression.


"Just imagine how disappointed they will be to discover that he has miraculously adjusted his sleep schedule in only two days. Insomniacs will spit blood when they hear about this. *Bluagh.


She then used her hands to mime the blood spewing out.


"Too bad that your father is going to take up all your time."


They reached an intersection that had actual people. Without a single word between them, Grant and Madeline shifted into their work personas.


He said while conveying a 'tired slacker trying to be professional'.


"No trouble at all sir Grant. I hope to ever be in your service."


She said while flawlessly dropping into a deep curtsy and stayed low.


"At ease, and hope your day goes better than mine."


Madeline rose again with a perfect expression of calm on her face.


Stood there for a second, watching her leave before heading down to the kitchen.


'I wonder what the- AW F**k! Maybe I can eat out if I'm fast enough.'


Morning interlude