ULTRAMagic Chaos - Chapter 2
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“And that’s my story,” Tusk said as the three passed a series of abnormal rock formations.
Mizuki was utterly amazed by Tusk’s history, unsure what to say or make of it. It was safe to say that it was well beyond anything she could have imagined in comparison to the stories from where she had come from. “Well then… that uh, kind of makes my story pale in comparison.”
Razor kicked a stone off of the dirt road. “No it doesn’t. My father always told me that no matter how great or whimsical, woes are woes and a tale is a tale.”
“Agreed,” Tusk replied. “Spill the beans, lass. What’s your story?”
Lass? Did he just call her lass? Normally Mizuki would have given both of them a piece of her mind for that, but refrained as the two were growing on her. “I was pursuing a terrible and vile demon lord that had been plaguing my family and home land for generations. He fled into The Unlight after a fierce battle with my father and I went after him. Sadly I lost track of the fiend and wandered the realm for a long time. Eventually I came to the Realm of Chaos hoping I could get a lead on him.”
Tusk stopped to pick up a sign that had fallen down on the road. “Hum, I wonder if he had anything to do with The Eternal Order…” he muttered to himself as he made sure the sign was good to go. “Well I hate to rain on your parade, but that demon lord is either dead or lost to the sands of time, if you’ve been at it for long enough.”
Mizuki gave Tusk the weirdest look, indicating that she was wondering if he even knew what he was talking about. “Are you sure about that?”
He nodded. “You go around picking fights long enough in the Unlight and you’ll eventually bite off more than you can chew. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen before.”
Razor noticed that Mizuki was not pleased. “Hey, don’t worry, Mizuki. I’ll help you track him down when we’re done. Scully noses are some of the best in The Unending Forest. And if he’s dead, we’ll find his corpse for closure. I swear on my honor as a Sunset Wolf.”
The oni was a proud warrior, but even she had to admit that was sweet. “Thank you, Razor. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Curiously, how did you achieve your ULTRAMagic?” Tusk inquired.
Mizuki straightened out her mask and cleared her throat. “Well I started training with a woman named Gratiana Arlotti…”
“And she wasn’t with some sleeze named ‘Milosh?’”
“No?”
Tusk nodded, as if confirming something. “Alright, continue.”
That was certainly strange, as she felt she had landed on a touchy subject and was not sure why. “Anyways, after she taught me what I know about combat now, I went off and began finding soul fragments left and right. The rest came naturally.”
“That’s awesome,” Razor congratulated. “Mine were a mix of asking my friends and finding them out in the forest.”
Tusk appeared to be pondering something. “If you met Gratiana before Milosh, then your demon lord is long gone, Mizuki. I’m sure of it.”
“Well if you’re so insistent about it, just how long ago was my meeting with Lady Arlotti then?” Mizuki was a little annoyed and had to get to the bottom of this issue.
“Lady?” Tusk laughed with a wheezing sound. “She didn’t tell you she was a harlot, did she? Anyways, that was a long time ago, possibly before I was born and I’m 32. We’re looking at least 40 years ago…”
“Wait, how!? I saw Lady Arlotti a year ago!”
“Well that’s nonlinear time for you. Be careful if you’re coming from a realm based in linear time. You could easily leave one moment only to come back a hundred years later by complete accident.”
Razor nodded in confirmation of Tusk. “He’s got a point, Mizuki. It happened to our friend, Valentina.”
Mizuki could feel herself getting worked up, so she took a second to ease her nerves. It did not work. “Okay, FINE! I’ll just go with you on your little quest then!” She sounded frustrated and defeated as she angrily crossed her arms.
Tusk approached her calmly, feeling a bit of solidarity in her frustration, despite their obviously different backgrounds. “Easy, Mizuki. Let’s get to Droomopolis where you’ll be able to rest and get your bearings. Then we’ll figure out what to do. Sounds cool?”
Mizuki wanted to stay angry and protest, but she could not. She could tell Tusk had been through a lot in life and that he had her best interests in mind. “Alright…”
“Don’t worry, Mizuki, it’ll all work out. Say, if your demon lord is dead, do you want to join the ULTRAMagic Guild?”
“The ULTRAMagic Guild?” she questioned.
“Yes. Blood-Wraith and Ultimatum are gathering a bunch of mages like us to help keep the Unlight safe. I’ll be out and about, but I’ll be sure to send any ULTRAMagic mages I find their way.”
That sounded quite inviting. “And Blood-Wraith will be the leader of this guild?”
“Well a leader, I guess… Deimos is going to track down Tiberius Skull and Alexia Lavoie to also lead the guild.”
“Hey, Tusk?” Razor jumped in. “Can I join too?”
“Well of course you can!” Tusk cried. “Jeez, kid, what did you think I was going to do after this is all said and done? Send you to babysit my niece?”
Razor chuckled. “Sorry, stupid question.”
Tusk shook his head, then noticed another sign post that was slightly off. Specifically it was pointing in the wrong direction. It shone in the afternoon sunlight once corrected, despite the metal being quite aged and rusted. Razor and Mizuki could see Tusk getting visibly excited and smiled. They naturally assumed they were getting close to the city.
“In the Realm of Chaos, you want your signs to be pointing in the right direction,” Tusk eagerly pointed out. “Now come on, Droomopolis ain’t too far away.”
The trio picked up the pace as they passed by more hills and rock formations. As they traveled further, things became more civilized looking. The only strange thing was that any structure they passed by at a certain point looked techno-organic, but even that did not fully capture the nuances of the aesthetic in question. Regardless, the excitement was building as they passed by occasional houses along the countryside.
Coming upon a great set of ruins full of floating platforms, the group noticed something was off. They could hear the sounds of clashes and fighting, which was never a great sign in The Realm of Chaos. Quietly climbing the aged, outer wall, they peered inwards while being as silent as possible. At the center of a giant, stone arena were what looked like a demon and a dragon fighting someone.
“Any thoughts, Tusk?” Razor asked in a hushed tone as they hid amongst the large rubble.
“Hmm… The demon in the black and red jester clothes is most likely a devil. The Dragon? He’s a jabberwock, no two ways about it.”
“A jabberwock?” Mizuki was incredibly weirded out by the creature.
“They’re semi-bipedal, flat faced dragons,” Tusk answered. “Native to the Realm of Chaos, they’re not common, but certainly powerful. Typically you see them in the realm of The Discordant God of Lightning. Now as for the guy in the grisly, red armor? I want to see if his opponents confirm my suspicions…”
Over at the fight, the devil was unleashing a flurry of slashes from his dual, flat-tipped straight swords with his enemy doing his best to dodge them. “Well you’re awfully nimble today, Karnage!”
“Mayhem, jump!” the jabberwock called out. Once he had a clear shot, he unleashed a torrent of plasma at Karnage.
The warrior responded by creating a shield made of a gruesome, red mass to block the blast. He then noticed Mayhem spinning down towards him in a buzzsaw motion, enveloped in blue and gold flames. “Ha, clever, but not good enough!” Karnage snarled, violence gleaming in his blood red eyes.
Karnage leapt up, rearing his fire-coated fist towards Mayhem. The devil noticed the attack, but could not respond to it effectively. To combat this, the jabberwock took off, flying in between the two. He caught Mayhem on his back and smacked Karnage to the ground with a swift flick of his whip-like tail. The sound of their foe hitting the arena floor was fairly satisfying.
“Thanks for the save, Dragutin!” Mayhem said as he regained his bearings.
“Don’t mention it. I honestly thought we had him that time.”
Karnage was picking himself up as Dragutin landed and let Mayhem down. “Well played…” Karnage growled, his voice clearly tainted by the venom of his frustration.
“Uh oh, I think the general is angry,” Mayhem taunted as he and Dragutin walked over.
“Bold of you to be out here, Karnage!” Dragutin pointed out. “The Discordant God of War won’t save you if the Arbiters find out what you’re doing.”
“You are arrogant to assume I come here aimlessly, wyrmling…” Karnage could tell that he had offended Dragutin and smiled. “And even if the Arbiters come after me, they’ll just go after that blowhard Wulfric, making my work all the more easier.”
Mayhem pointed a blade at Karnage. “Then if he shall fall, I’ll take his place and kick you into the nearest pit!”
Karnage glared at him with utmost malice. “Petulant little whelp. You won’t be laughing when I get my hands on ULTRAMagic…” he then noticed some rustling at the upper levels of the arena. A maniacal grin stretched across his face. “How intriguing…” Karnage then sank into a rumbling, screaming vortex and vanished from the arena.
Mayhem sighed and put his blades away. “Sometimes I really wish Discordant War would just toss him into a pit of fiery spikes…”
Dragutin readied his leathery wings. “I must concur, Mayhem. Come, we need to tell Ealdhelm about this.”
“What about our audience over there?”
“Leave them be. If they’re heading towards Droomopolis, we’ll surely meet them there.”
“Alright then” Mayhem said as he hopped up on Dragutin’s scaly back. “See you guys in the city!” He called out as they took off.
Once the two were gone, Tusk stuck his head up to see if the coast was clear. “Alright, we’re good,” he said as he sat down on a large brick.
“What was that, Tusk?” Razor wondered as he and Mizuki came out of their hiding spots.
“No doubt about it; that was General Karnage Dethgrave, Wulfric’s champion. He’s always up to no good, even back when I was training with the Arbiters.”
“Do we have any idea on what he wants?” Mizuki asked. “Given that he mentioned ULTRAMagic…”
“No idea, or at least, no idea at the moment.” Tusk looked incredibly concerned as he looked down at the ground.
“Well surely the Arbiters can handle him, right?” Mizuki tried to reassure him.
Tusk shifted on his brick. “Yes, but it is the fact that he’s plotting in the first place that has me worried. It’s never a good sign when he’s up to something. His mere existence is never a good sign in the first place.” Tusk groaned and stood up. “I wish Cynneberht was here. He studies these kinds of tactics and whatnot.” He then led Razor and Mizuki back to the road, carefully scanning the horizon as they did.
Deciding to cut the sight-seeing, Tusk and his companions quickly made their way to Droomopolis. The towering, imposing city was truly a sight to behold. All of it was made of a strange, techno-organic metal that seemed to be alive. Pipes could be occasionally seen exposed to the open air and invoked somewhat of an organic feel, but were also quite magnificent given their impeccable symmetry that was quite satisfying to look at. Just trying to imagine what architect could have possibly made such a strange city was beyond the imagination of anyone sane or of lower dimensional level.
The impossible towers and buildings were surrounded by great walls that kept the city safe from the unpredictability of the Realm of Chaos. Inside the walls it was a fairly normal city, all things considered. It had all the hallmarks of the realm, but also a degree of structure and order to it. An eclectic collection of people from all walks of life were going about their daily lives and minding their own business. Had one ignored all the odd aspects of The Realm of Chaos, they could have easily assumed Droomopolis was just a regular city.
Tusk was overwhelmed with happy nostalgia as he pointed out the sights and locations to Razor and Mizuki. Despite Mizuki having been on a quest to avenge her people, Tusk’s joy was infectious. She could not help but smile under her mask. Razor was amazed by the city regardless of the reason why they were there. It was awe inspiring and he wanted to explore every inch of the city so he could see all that was possible. Upon walking past a food cart, someone called out to Tusk.
“Well I’ll be damned, Tusk Willfort!” The man had four arms, well kept auburn hair, green eyes, and appeared to be running a hot dog stand.
“Mr. Lyon, good to see you again! What’s all this? Did the restaurant not take off?”
“Things got a little delayed, so this is a side gig I’m on just to have a little extra spending money here and there” he replied as he began preparing some food. “I’ll concede that I got kind of hooked on this. You've been away for so long. What brings you back on this fine day?”
“Well to put it simply, Ealdhelm needs help and I’ve been sitting on my roots for too long. Oh, Mr. Lyon, these are my traveling buddies, Razor and Mizuki. Razor is Magnus’ son that I’m mentoring at the moment and Mizuki is a warrior we picked up on the road.”
After an exchange of greetings, Mr. Lyon handed each of them a hot dog. “On the house, guys. Welcome back, Tusk,” he said as the two shook hands.
“Great to be back.”
“Thanks, Mr. Lyon,” said Razor. “I’ll be sure to come around later and buy something.”
“Itadakimasu, Mr. Lyon,” Mizuki thanked as they walked away.
“He’s nice. I like him,” Razor stated in between bites of his food.
Tusk nodded. “Hank has always been a great people-person. Super polite and welcoming, he knows how to treat you and win you over as a regular customer. I’m shocked he hasn’t gotten his diner fully off the ground yet.”
“Some things take time,” Mizuki replied. “A lake isn’t formed in a day.”
“So where are we heading next, Tusk?” Razor inquired.
He finished his hot dog, wiped his face, and threw his trash in a garbage can. “City Hall. I have no doubt that the Arbiters are there. Ooh, I can’t wait to see Ealdhelm and the others again!”
Next: Chapter 3
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
Jabberwocky © 1871 Lewis Caroll
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“And that’s my story,” Tusk said as the three passed a series of abnormal rock formations.
Mizuki was utterly amazed by Tusk’s history, unsure what to say or make of it. It was safe to say that it was well beyond anything she could have imagined in comparison to the stories from where she had come from. “Well then… that uh, kind of makes my story pale in comparison.”
Razor kicked a stone off of the dirt road. “No it doesn’t. My father always told me that no matter how great or whimsical, woes are woes and a tale is a tale.”
“Agreed,” Tusk replied. “Spill the beans, lass. What’s your story?”
Lass? Did he just call her lass? Normally Mizuki would have given both of them a piece of her mind for that, but refrained as the two were growing on her. “I was pursuing a terrible and vile demon lord that had been plaguing my family and home land for generations. He fled into The Unlight after a fierce battle with my father and I went after him. Sadly I lost track of the fiend and wandered the realm for a long time. Eventually I came to the Realm of Chaos hoping I could get a lead on him.”
Tusk stopped to pick up a sign that had fallen down on the road. “Hum, I wonder if he had anything to do with The Eternal Order…” he muttered to himself as he made sure the sign was good to go. “Well I hate to rain on your parade, but that demon lord is either dead or lost to the sands of time, if you’ve been at it for long enough.”
Mizuki gave Tusk the weirdest look, indicating that she was wondering if he even knew what he was talking about. “Are you sure about that?”
He nodded. “You go around picking fights long enough in the Unlight and you’ll eventually bite off more than you can chew. Trust me, I’ve seen it happen before.”
Razor noticed that Mizuki was not pleased. “Hey, don’t worry, Mizuki. I’ll help you track him down when we’re done. Scully noses are some of the best in The Unending Forest. And if he’s dead, we’ll find his corpse for closure. I swear on my honor as a Sunset Wolf.”
The oni was a proud warrior, but even she had to admit that was sweet. “Thank you, Razor. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Curiously, how did you achieve your ULTRAMagic?” Tusk inquired.
Mizuki straightened out her mask and cleared her throat. “Well I started training with a woman named Gratiana Arlotti…”
“And she wasn’t with some sleeze named ‘Milosh?’”
“No?”
Tusk nodded, as if confirming something. “Alright, continue.”
That was certainly strange, as she felt she had landed on a touchy subject and was not sure why. “Anyways, after she taught me what I know about combat now, I went off and began finding soul fragments left and right. The rest came naturally.”
“That’s awesome,” Razor congratulated. “Mine were a mix of asking my friends and finding them out in the forest.”
Tusk appeared to be pondering something. “If you met Gratiana before Milosh, then your demon lord is long gone, Mizuki. I’m sure of it.”
“Well if you’re so insistent about it, just how long ago was my meeting with Lady Arlotti then?” Mizuki was a little annoyed and had to get to the bottom of this issue.
“Lady?” Tusk laughed with a wheezing sound. “She didn’t tell you she was a harlot, did she? Anyways, that was a long time ago, possibly before I was born and I’m 32. We’re looking at least 40 years ago…”
“Wait, how!? I saw Lady Arlotti a year ago!”
“Well that’s nonlinear time for you. Be careful if you’re coming from a realm based in linear time. You could easily leave one moment only to come back a hundred years later by complete accident.”
Razor nodded in confirmation of Tusk. “He’s got a point, Mizuki. It happened to our friend, Valentina.”
Mizuki could feel herself getting worked up, so she took a second to ease her nerves. It did not work. “Okay, FINE! I’ll just go with you on your little quest then!” She sounded frustrated and defeated as she angrily crossed her arms.
Tusk approached her calmly, feeling a bit of solidarity in her frustration, despite their obviously different backgrounds. “Easy, Mizuki. Let’s get to Droomopolis where you’ll be able to rest and get your bearings. Then we’ll figure out what to do. Sounds cool?”
Mizuki wanted to stay angry and protest, but she could not. She could tell Tusk had been through a lot in life and that he had her best interests in mind. “Alright…”
“Don’t worry, Mizuki, it’ll all work out. Say, if your demon lord is dead, do you want to join the ULTRAMagic Guild?”
“The ULTRAMagic Guild?” she questioned.
“Yes. Blood-Wraith and Ultimatum are gathering a bunch of mages like us to help keep the Unlight safe. I’ll be out and about, but I’ll be sure to send any ULTRAMagic mages I find their way.”
That sounded quite inviting. “And Blood-Wraith will be the leader of this guild?”
“Well a leader, I guess… Deimos is going to track down Tiberius Skull and Alexia Lavoie to also lead the guild.”
“Hey, Tusk?” Razor jumped in. “Can I join too?”
“Well of course you can!” Tusk cried. “Jeez, kid, what did you think I was going to do after this is all said and done? Send you to babysit my niece?”
Razor chuckled. “Sorry, stupid question.”
Tusk shook his head, then noticed another sign post that was slightly off. Specifically it was pointing in the wrong direction. It shone in the afternoon sunlight once corrected, despite the metal being quite aged and rusted. Razor and Mizuki could see Tusk getting visibly excited and smiled. They naturally assumed they were getting close to the city.
“In the Realm of Chaos, you want your signs to be pointing in the right direction,” Tusk eagerly pointed out. “Now come on, Droomopolis ain’t too far away.”
The trio picked up the pace as they passed by more hills and rock formations. As they traveled further, things became more civilized looking. The only strange thing was that any structure they passed by at a certain point looked techno-organic, but even that did not fully capture the nuances of the aesthetic in question. Regardless, the excitement was building as they passed by occasional houses along the countryside.
Coming upon a great set of ruins full of floating platforms, the group noticed something was off. They could hear the sounds of clashes and fighting, which was never a great sign in The Realm of Chaos. Quietly climbing the aged, outer wall, they peered inwards while being as silent as possible. At the center of a giant, stone arena were what looked like a demon and a dragon fighting someone.
“Any thoughts, Tusk?” Razor asked in a hushed tone as they hid amongst the large rubble.
“Hmm… The demon in the black and red jester clothes is most likely a devil. The Dragon? He’s a jabberwock, no two ways about it.”
“A jabberwock?” Mizuki was incredibly weirded out by the creature.
“They’re semi-bipedal, flat faced dragons,” Tusk answered. “Native to the Realm of Chaos, they’re not common, but certainly powerful. Typically you see them in the realm of The Discordant God of Lightning. Now as for the guy in the grisly, red armor? I want to see if his opponents confirm my suspicions…”
Over at the fight, the devil was unleashing a flurry of slashes from his dual, flat-tipped straight swords with his enemy doing his best to dodge them. “Well you’re awfully nimble today, Karnage!”
“Mayhem, jump!” the jabberwock called out. Once he had a clear shot, he unleashed a torrent of plasma at Karnage.
The warrior responded by creating a shield made of a gruesome, red mass to block the blast. He then noticed Mayhem spinning down towards him in a buzzsaw motion, enveloped in blue and gold flames. “Ha, clever, but not good enough!” Karnage snarled, violence gleaming in his blood red eyes.
Karnage leapt up, rearing his fire-coated fist towards Mayhem. The devil noticed the attack, but could not respond to it effectively. To combat this, the jabberwock took off, flying in between the two. He caught Mayhem on his back and smacked Karnage to the ground with a swift flick of his whip-like tail. The sound of their foe hitting the arena floor was fairly satisfying.
“Thanks for the save, Dragutin!” Mayhem said as he regained his bearings.
“Don’t mention it. I honestly thought we had him that time.”
Karnage was picking himself up as Dragutin landed and let Mayhem down. “Well played…” Karnage growled, his voice clearly tainted by the venom of his frustration.
“Uh oh, I think the general is angry,” Mayhem taunted as he and Dragutin walked over.
“Bold of you to be out here, Karnage!” Dragutin pointed out. “The Discordant God of War won’t save you if the Arbiters find out what you’re doing.”
“You are arrogant to assume I come here aimlessly, wyrmling…” Karnage could tell that he had offended Dragutin and smiled. “And even if the Arbiters come after me, they’ll just go after that blowhard Wulfric, making my work all the more easier.”
Mayhem pointed a blade at Karnage. “Then if he shall fall, I’ll take his place and kick you into the nearest pit!”
Karnage glared at him with utmost malice. “Petulant little whelp. You won’t be laughing when I get my hands on ULTRAMagic…” he then noticed some rustling at the upper levels of the arena. A maniacal grin stretched across his face. “How intriguing…” Karnage then sank into a rumbling, screaming vortex and vanished from the arena.
Mayhem sighed and put his blades away. “Sometimes I really wish Discordant War would just toss him into a pit of fiery spikes…”
Dragutin readied his leathery wings. “I must concur, Mayhem. Come, we need to tell Ealdhelm about this.”
“What about our audience over there?”
“Leave them be. If they’re heading towards Droomopolis, we’ll surely meet them there.”
“Alright then” Mayhem said as he hopped up on Dragutin’s scaly back. “See you guys in the city!” He called out as they took off.
Once the two were gone, Tusk stuck his head up to see if the coast was clear. “Alright, we’re good,” he said as he sat down on a large brick.
“What was that, Tusk?” Razor wondered as he and Mizuki came out of their hiding spots.
“No doubt about it; that was General Karnage Dethgrave, Wulfric’s champion. He’s always up to no good, even back when I was training with the Arbiters.”
“Do we have any idea on what he wants?” Mizuki asked. “Given that he mentioned ULTRAMagic…”
“No idea, or at least, no idea at the moment.” Tusk looked incredibly concerned as he looked down at the ground.
“Well surely the Arbiters can handle him, right?” Mizuki tried to reassure him.
Tusk shifted on his brick. “Yes, but it is the fact that he’s plotting in the first place that has me worried. It’s never a good sign when he’s up to something. His mere existence is never a good sign in the first place.” Tusk groaned and stood up. “I wish Cynneberht was here. He studies these kinds of tactics and whatnot.” He then led Razor and Mizuki back to the road, carefully scanning the horizon as they did.
Deciding to cut the sight-seeing, Tusk and his companions quickly made their way to Droomopolis. The towering, imposing city was truly a sight to behold. All of it was made of a strange, techno-organic metal that seemed to be alive. Pipes could be occasionally seen exposed to the open air and invoked somewhat of an organic feel, but were also quite magnificent given their impeccable symmetry that was quite satisfying to look at. Just trying to imagine what architect could have possibly made such a strange city was beyond the imagination of anyone sane or of lower dimensional level.
The impossible towers and buildings were surrounded by great walls that kept the city safe from the unpredictability of the Realm of Chaos. Inside the walls it was a fairly normal city, all things considered. It had all the hallmarks of the realm, but also a degree of structure and order to it. An eclectic collection of people from all walks of life were going about their daily lives and minding their own business. Had one ignored all the odd aspects of The Realm of Chaos, they could have easily assumed Droomopolis was just a regular city.
Tusk was overwhelmed with happy nostalgia as he pointed out the sights and locations to Razor and Mizuki. Despite Mizuki having been on a quest to avenge her people, Tusk’s joy was infectious. She could not help but smile under her mask. Razor was amazed by the city regardless of the reason why they were there. It was awe inspiring and he wanted to explore every inch of the city so he could see all that was possible. Upon walking past a food cart, someone called out to Tusk.
“Well I’ll be damned, Tusk Willfort!” The man had four arms, well kept auburn hair, green eyes, and appeared to be running a hot dog stand.
“Mr. Lyon, good to see you again! What’s all this? Did the restaurant not take off?”
“Things got a little delayed, so this is a side gig I’m on just to have a little extra spending money here and there” he replied as he began preparing some food. “I’ll concede that I got kind of hooked on this. You've been away for so long. What brings you back on this fine day?”
“Well to put it simply, Ealdhelm needs help and I’ve been sitting on my roots for too long. Oh, Mr. Lyon, these are my traveling buddies, Razor and Mizuki. Razor is Magnus’ son that I’m mentoring at the moment and Mizuki is a warrior we picked up on the road.”
After an exchange of greetings, Mr. Lyon handed each of them a hot dog. “On the house, guys. Welcome back, Tusk,” he said as the two shook hands.
“Great to be back.”
“Thanks, Mr. Lyon,” said Razor. “I’ll be sure to come around later and buy something.”
“Itadakimasu, Mr. Lyon,” Mizuki thanked as they walked away.
“He’s nice. I like him,” Razor stated in between bites of his food.
Tusk nodded. “Hank has always been a great people-person. Super polite and welcoming, he knows how to treat you and win you over as a regular customer. I’m shocked he hasn’t gotten his diner fully off the ground yet.”
“Some things take time,” Mizuki replied. “A lake isn’t formed in a day.”
“So where are we heading next, Tusk?” Razor inquired.
He finished his hot dog, wiped his face, and threw his trash in a garbage can. “City Hall. I have no doubt that the Arbiters are there. Ooh, I can’t wait to see Ealdhelm and the others again!”
Next: Chapter 3
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
Jabberwocky © 1871 Lewis Caroll
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