Jenaharo is carrying Melissa, who is still the doll. Valmada moves past other Commanders, no word from Kaladon has yet to appear and nobody cares if he has been killed. Narren sees the very subtle ominous signs strewn about and doesn’t like it for obvious reasons despite being a Regalia fit for a megalomaniac villain. Haro can’t even imagine what the Vollversion would be since it’s already too strong.
After the few days, nobody knew what to do and all were fearful on how to care for Vidar, even Sandy too. They just hold respect for the previous sixteenth commander, there would be some sitting down next to him and recount the days. They don’t have the emotional strength to keep pushing but all know about where they go and that deters them away.
Nobody has seen Justinian, Saige, or Galen making some lower than third worry about potential attacks. Keznpechi is at least proof of the Sternritters being in Malvena, they just gotta shut up for once. Galen’s insanity is an absolute enigma since Bellion doesn’t know how he functions or comprehends stuff beyond Neanderthal basic essentials. Maybe the three actually likes him besides trying to fight him.
Vidar appears to have age physically reaching seventeen years and none knows his birthdate. Harald was the one to spot it and was too hard to see that distinctive feature for the poor lil mind of Lothbrok, he didn’t think much for the time. Old geriatric staff members pointed it out and caused an outrage since, again, Travelers stopped physically aging.
Melissa jerks her hand to the room where it personally resides only for Kaladon, the smell was putrid mixed with sweat. Narren had to materialize and hold them back in order for him to say what was on his mind. He talks about nothing good will happen later on while alluding to the fact.
“Cmon, it really can’t be that bad.” he opens the door and mutilated bodies of children are stacked together upon rows, little skulls are hanged like trophies upon a dark red colored wall, two whole human flesh draped like curtains, and statues depicting some evil motherfuckers. Haro wants to take back everything right now.
“So… how do you like it. A ten or zero, which one is the answer to my non shoddy work?” A voice rang out between Narren and Jenaharo, they turn around to see Kaladon, he’s carrying a dead baby over his shoulder. Jenaharo unsheathes the sealed form of Narrenspiegel and gets in a stance of thrusting an attack.
“Why is this even here?” Melissa asks, holding onto jacket’s opening of Valmada.
“I don’t see why not, people can follow their hobbies and what makes me an exception? All I did was nothing morally wrong or right when our world is the exact same way as criminals committing crimes. No one bats an eye to that and now my interests are a crime, how unhappy are you, Melissa? Ignorance is not bliss but a pathway to more serious problems!”
“My unhappiness is not something you can use for twisting the truth. I am asking why disfigured cadavers of children are here, in a non recognized government building! What is reason for all of this?”
He laughs loudly. “These mean nothing! Kids are weak minded and follow what their adults are doing. All I want to do is tarnish the Travelers’ shaky reputation, make everyone despise, go on witch hunts and kill every. Single. Traveler.”
“Does that make me evil for cutting up children after fucking them to death, I think not! The natural cycle of hatred is something that is fun to exploit and what makes you think I care that my actions have dire consequences, it’s just some old saying. Are you trying to interrogate me and gain some blackmail evidence, nice job.” Vlaxon claps her hands repeatedly.
“Don’t be coy, I’m not that smart. The only I know is cooking, giving out orders, being kind, and Vidar’s birthdate. We’re led by a psychopathic serial killer, guess who, you! Why are children weak minded, every aspect of Kaladon is a walking contradiction. And what makes raping children the norm, now?” she strikes her finger at him.
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Kal smacks it away. “You are not smart? I scared off battle hardened gang members from being insane around them. Travelers under fifth seat die in droves and Vidar was exempted from participating in Deadly Selection, how am I psychotic if I helped him. I’m done talking to you and goodbye Melissa.”
He walks away humming discordantly. Gorejoy is reverted back to a human being as Jenaharo puts up an illusion, sheathing his sword before doing statue impressions when he touches the trap system. He huffs, falling onto wood while sweating like someone’s pouring water on him.
Soon, Kovoran came in to bring news. Apparently Vidar has ascended one level of being a vegetable and they sadly can’t eat him. Obviously, a lot were overjoyed on the prospect of him being actually responsive including Dondi. He can’t even whip his troops into shape and now they’re trashing the office.
He’s thinking about bashing one of them’s kneecaps in or having another swallowed whole by Gangen as punishment. Now setting an example by physical force that will teach the arrogant assholes to actually listen to his commands rather than shabby orders of drowning themselves in alcohol.
“Alright asswipes! I’m here to beat an ass and reverse birth you so who’s next!” Dondi shouts. All of them look dead and aren’t actually listening to him, he really feels insecure so with a deep sigh, Dondi punches the fourth seat in the face. She tries to retaliate but Dondi steps to the side and round kicks her kidneys.
The third seat struggle to hold an enraged person back. Xan is being harshly bombarded by regular Traveler foot soldiers as he flexes some Jenseitiger to suffocate them almost too much. Dondi receives threatening glares from all when they obtained the silent treatment.
He sits down and bangs his head. “I don’t understand you, how did respect was so easily achieved by a Hell slummer? Why do your soldiers hate me so much when I did nothing wrong when you were in charge. My head hurts badly, why did I bang it on the office desk.”
There was a knock and enters Gremmy Jaegerjow, who is completely oblivious to why he’s wearing that commanders’ coat. Dondi told him everything about what happened ever since the past months. Xan completely makes fun of the comparison between him and Gremmy, as the latter can gain respect while the former efforts go down an outhouse.
Some would say he’s indulging in self deprecation and they’re not far from it. He doesn’t want the division because nothing good comes from a pest who can’t do it well. Dond wants to dream forever and not wake up with responsibilities, Jaegerjow can see painful sorrow resonating throughout his eyes.
“You can’t be doing this to yourself. Vidar will be sad that his friend is falling into self hatred.” Gremmy says, moving to ruffle the Commander’s hair, he looks more at eased.
Taton personally trains or fights his second seat, Tardan Jarrow, he steps to the side and moves past his back. Mandon slams the spear’s shaft in Jarrow’s side, Jiko Fukkatsu’s chains wrap around his neck and body. Tardan ducks backwards from a high, fast sweeping attack aimed for his head.
He turns his back against Tardan, he gets split in half and drops like sacks of wet potatoes. Taton appears behind him, a humanoid mass of darkness filled chains stitching together to form one neutral expression immortal bastard.
Tardan can’t keep his arms from straining, it feels like having one’s appendages pulled out violently of their sockets. He swings the Regalia in a circular pattern then thrusts it outward scraping little facial nicks. Tardan’s intestines are being forced back by Mandon’s Jenseitiger, like stretching the lower stomach to escape being injured.
After several minutes, they stop moving and are panting like overheated dogs, before throwing jabs at their face. The dinner bell was rang three times making everyone run while trampling on others. Melissa feels like pulling her hair out, she has to look at this for every single day and is already pissed off.
She volunteered to serve food for reparations of not being here to lead the emotionally stunted childish, petty bastards. Arrancar was born on September fourth, Sandy is the first month and day, and Keznpechi’s march twenty nine. The lead commander has his head resting on Vidar’s lap, fully relaxed as Sandy’s chest rises up and falls back down.
There was inaudible groaning only he could hear, a hand is reflexively placed on his head. Deronimo playfully giggles, hugging Vidar’s sides, he leaves chasing after Gremmy. Playing all type of silly games befitting for children and Bellion joins for some reason.