Induce
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"Oy! Don't take stuff you can't pay for you thief!"
In a crowded city full of people walking about, laughing and talking as kids play, where brick buildings stood two stories high, a Merchant could be seen yelling at an interesting man.
The man stood around six feet tall, with sneakers that didn't seem to fit the area or time period. They were black with subtle hints of yellow followed by a blue streak. Though it sounds ugly, it actually looked quite cool matched with the full black martial artist pants that were loose at the shins, yet tight at the ankles.
"Hm~?"
Turning around, the blue bow of string that held up his pants swayed with the motion before striking shock into the merchant's eyes.
"I can't have it?"
"Uh... well... you normally have to pay for stuff no?"
Staring into his soul, blue eyes as sharp as lightning struck into his soul.
"No. I don't."
"I... I see..."
"Good, have a good day then sir."
"R- right..."
Turning around while catching the weird looking apple he had tossed in the air, his dark, yet bright blue hair that hung loosely at his shoulders swung behind him.
;Haha! Good job! Good job! did you see that sucker's face?! He was totally scared!! HAHAAH!;
'I felt like I would die.'
For someone who walked away with an air of absolute power and confidence, he was shaking furiously in his head with fear.
;Haha! What?! Just from that?! Live a little would ya!? I didn't bless you with my powers just to be a coward yknow?!;
"R- right... BUT THAT WAS JUST MEAN WASN'T IT?!"
As the man yelled his thoughts out loud, he gathered attention to himself from all around.
;Man! What a spy you are huh?!;
'Hey! don't go blowing my cover like that! What if- *gasp* What if someone can read my mind!'
;NO ONE CAN DO THAT YOU SCARED-Y CAT!;
"Of course not!"
He suddenly regained a confident stance before pushing up his pair of glasses
;You aren't wearing any glasses you idiot;
"R- Right..."
Defeated, the strange new character of this story crouched and curled into a ball in the middle of the crowded street, crying into his hands.
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'Today is the day that pesky scout comes to check on the village. And I'm totally prepared!'
So without further ado~ let me explain my plan a little bit!
***Without spoiling it for the readers please?
No promises!
***Sigh
First thing's first! I'll explain all of this as it happens! Cause it's cool when stories do that!
***Don't, author-kun said he isn't good enough to do that yet
Alright...
1. We'll stop work on all projects within the village.
The walls will be covered in an (expensive) animal skin tarp I sewed together, hiding the holes us Kyojin will use to ambush them with later.
The weaponry for the day of the Coupe has been properly handed out and hidden in their respective homes, with only a few more left to build and distribute.
2. We will take a group of people and set them up outside the village, then another group just past them.
The first group will act as our eyes and warn group 2, which sits just a little ways away from the gate.
The first group will also lightly test their strength. there's no guarantee it will only be one person they sent, so they'll warn group 2 and 3, which sits just on the gate's edge, using a discreet code.
3. Group 2, after being warned of our upcoming scout, will start to make our very own "Drug induced psychosis"
Hehehe
4. They'll be panicked, and run towards the gate, where we'll give them a bigger scare.
5. He'll run back crying to his mom, wishing he had never been born.
Simple!
Nope! Impossible, they don't exist! That's why I have Zero backup!
<.... Right...>
*FFEWWWW CRACK*
Looking down at the ground from the tree branch on which an Elf-Orc man sat, A string could be seen burning up, popping small balls of glass like material as it went.
*POP POP POPOP*
"Two... Warn"
*POPOPOPOP POP!!!!*
"mm, one is strong, one is weak."
[How in the Gods' names is that supposed to mean anything, and how did you understand it....]
"Relay it, prepare for phase 3."
"Right!"
In a hurried fashion, One man and one woman could be seen dropping down from the tree branch and running to a somewhat weird looking bush.
Inside the bush were multiple string endings as well as a candle, lit with a black flame. As the woman started to recite the pops to the man, he would light strings ablaze, watching the mystical flame disappear as it ate the string's line.
As this happened, horse hooves could be heard clopping forwards through trees, as popping sounds clap in the distance.
"What the hell's going on Pierce?"
"Not sure, you're the sensory guy. Don't ask the muscle to think! All's on my mind is meat, women, wine and more meat! HeHEAHA!"
"God you're weird, wine over beer?!"
"Hey now! Don't go questioning our goddess like that Trist!"
"Yea yea... whatever... And don't shorten my name, we aren't that familiar."
As they look ahead, they can see two figures drop from above in front of them, forcing them to stop their horses abruptly.
The figures weren't the size of the elves, yet were taller than humans, hunched over in length with arms that seemed to drag limply along the ground.
"What are those?"
"Dunno, never seen anything like em before. Nothin I can't handle tho."
As Pierce, the moderately sized human who's appearance screamed protein powder, charged towards the figures, their heads suddenly flipped upside down. Turning as if they were held on by a pin.
Causing shock to grow visibly on his face, Pierce could be seen braving himself as he brandishes his sword, raising it above his head and mentally preparing to finish the battle in one swoop.
*FWOOSH*
As his sword cuts through one of the entities, it's lower half could be seen burst into black flames as it falls along the ground, leaving puddle-like ripples of the fire at it's base.
'The base... of what? What is this mysterious creature? Why was it so easy to deal with?'
With thoughts twisting around in his head, Pierce stopped to look at the victory behind him only to see a floating upper half bent backwards at the neck, staring at him.
It's face was flat as if it wore a mask, yet had an intricate design only nature could replicate, with eye sockets that seemed to be painted on, all 6 staring at him as a frown grew on it's face. Though it seemed to look only like a smile with eyes below it to the brazen man, who's sword lowered in fear.
*CRICK TATITITA*
The body of the half slain monster quickly rose up into the trees, disappearing from sight, as the full bodied one charged towards the scout, causing his horse to jump in fear, blocking his view of the attacking enemy.
"Wh- Where..?!"
Only to see nothing but a small flame on the ground in front of him where the figure had been, once the horse had settled.
Now in pure silence, the men look at each other from little a ways away. Both of them were visibly distraught, both of them had thought the forest was haunted, both of them could only think. Neither could move.
Their thoughts jumbled and scrambled, neither knew what the other was thinking. In fact, they both thought solely completely different thoughts. With only one that sang louder than the others. One thought they had both thought simultaneously;
'Should we leave? Are we not allowed to enter?'
*POPOPOP CRACK*
"Jolting both men back to their senses, the cracking they had started hearing from a little while ago had started once again, bringing them back to their senses, bringing their gazes away from the flames that littered the ground.
All of which seemed to disappear once they had looked back down.
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*POPOP*
In a dark corridor of dense trees devoid of all light except the flickering of flame, a girl sat listening to pops and cracks that sounded in the distance. She sat lazily in a wooden cart full to the brim with food as she ate and ate, preparing for the battle ahead.
"Mm, sho far da plan ish going well it sheemsh"
"Cami, Swallow your food before you start talking"
Zeph's shadow could be seen pulling it through the tight path, dark and only lit by a small flame, his shape could be seen on the ground, large build, clad with new mysterious armor. His shoulders had a spike with purple on it, holes that lightly spewed fire, a helmet that showed his face, yet hid his eyes. In a dark purple lens that, if the lighting let it, could look painted on like porcelain.