Riona shook her head, amused at his antics despite her intentions to be stern. It often happened that way. Charlie got some wild idea. Riona would try to reason with him, but she eventually give up. Half the time, they both ended up in trouble. “Yes, well…” She slipped the book into her bag, pulling the strap over her head so that it was slung across her. “It still wasn’t very appropriate. This is a temple, you know.” She hopped down from low wall and walked away a few steps before she stopped to look back at Charlie. “Last one to the market is a smelly fish!” With a grin, she took off, not giving her friend a chance to respond.
“Feh, you’re getting as stiff as the other oracles.” No she wasn’t. Charlie was glad that, no matter what, she would always be there. He didn’t know what he would do without his best friend. “Beside, what’s the harm in a little joke~?” He snickered yet again, though that grin vanished when she suddenly declared a race and took off. “Hey! No fair!” he called after her, dropping the sheet and taking off as well. He wasn’t going to lose this time!
Normally, the courtyard was quiet. Normally, it was peaceful. That is why she came out here to right. Inside the temple, there was always some prayer or invocation or plain chatter going on. Honestly, it drove Riona crazy sometimes. But all that was besides the point. Riona wasn’t paying attention so when Charlie popped up beside her wearing a sheet, she dropped her book with a yelp. “Charlie!” (Who else would do something so idiotic?) She stared at him, wide eyed with a mask of annoyance creeping across her face; she tried her best not to smile. “You… You!” She stooped down to grab the book, then proceeded to lightly bop him on the head with it. “What was that for, you lunkhead?”
Charlie couldn’t help but let out an excited laugh, even when she bopped him on the head with her journal. “What do you think?” he said with another laugh, pulling the sheet up so that it was draping across his shoulders instead. “To get you to smile!” And, despite her best efforts, he could definitely see that smile on her face. “Come on, you know it was funny~!”
Riona sat in the courtyard of the Temple, painstakingly writing in a book. Each letter was carefully written, each syllable sounded out as she wrote. Before she came to the Temple in Central City, she hadn’t even been able to read. Now, she was even writing simple entries in the journal. However, there wasn’t much to write about. She hadn’t had a dream, prophetic or otherwise, in much too long. The other Oracles were beginning to whisper that the dream that had saved one of the other cities had been a fluke, an aberration.
It really wasn’t hard to find Riona in the least. She was sitting in the same place she usually sat, writing in her journal… It actually made Charlie happy to see her able to read and write! But she looked really depressed right now, which was why he was doing what he was doing; The blonde had hijacked a sheet from the temple, and was currently covered with it as he snuck up on the redhead. “Boo!” he shouted, waving his arms to make the sheet rustle. “I’m a ghost!”
The boy was beginning to aggravate him to the point of throwing him out into the mud himself. It was as if his brain was on limited thinking and his ears worked only by hearing what they wanted to like the rest of the half brain youth of society. Some might agree that as a big group a strategy could be formed but that wasn’t Julian thought. Attempting to plot something out as a whole without any previous planning only made the process more delayed and lessened the amount of time of rethinking. A war was not something to follow through as if it was some kind of norm or school aged project. The more work put into the situation the better the likelihood of success would turn out. “If we are to be so worried as to what city could be attacked efforts to be prepared must be acted at once. Might I remind you of last time an attack arrived to this city. I did say my work wasn’t extensive and here I have every right to discuss things now.”
Yeah, he remembered of the attack on the city, how everything went. They might have saved the city, but… Well, things didn’t go the way they could have. There was just one thing that kept Charlie from planning a strategy, or anything of the like. “Unfortunately, I’m far from a strategist,” he said. “All I’m good for is following orders.” He remembered very clearly when one of the older knights had told him that. And, truth to be told, he couldn’t deny it.
Had Julian been a person that fed off of the attention and affection of other people, he likely would have gotten up from his seat and followed the leaving boy like some kind of dog. That was just too far from his natural character that he wasn’t going to lessen himself for the sake of someone else. He lived day after day in the exact representation of his Hell and it was almost sad that people expected him to be nice. What good was it to care if another person liked him or not? He purposely thrived himself upon seclusion from the outside world that breaking down his own fall for the sake of keeping a child happy was out of the question. They could cry elsewhere for all he cared. “You are leaving without a plan of strategy. However do you expect to remain a knight?”
Oh, what now… Charlie let out a soft sigh, glancing back at the advisor. “You said that you have matters to attend to,” the blonde said simply. “And I need to report back to Central City. It’s better to discuss a strategy with the others, anyways.” At least this way, there would be no risk of miscommunication, and a plan could be set into motion faster if they all understood it right off the bat. That was how he saw it.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
“Uhm… I dunno, honestly. My sword?”
“Aha… Everything’s all done! Finally, I can get some rest…”
forlorntrinket said: SCREECHES BCAUSE EXCITED
HELP HOW DO I DO THIS?
So many of you really are interested… I-I guess this means I should make the official group blog…? OhgodhowdoIdothat