“May I inquire as to how much further we are to traverse this road?” a voice asked me from horseback, one of the officers I assumed.
“A’its not but a few more days ‘till the goal Sire” I answered, mimicking the lazy speech of the ‘original’
Currently, we are heading towards the RE-Rc. Me, Arthus, and 120 of the Goldberg guard garrison.
Right now my ‘Original’ Is one of the members of the garrison, it is the best way I could think up for tagging along undetected.
It has been quite uneventful, traversing like this through the ridge filled plans. Not much was learnt, nor was much told.
...He seems to look down quite a lot on us common folk Oi.
‘Tseems irrelevant tho.
The punk will learn of his fate soon enough says I.
And indeed, as we reached halfway across a meadow I decided it was time.
Travelling all da way to RE-Rc mighta cover up what was to come perhaps.
But ‘twouldnt be safe.
Letting anyone near RE-Rc is not safe.
‘Ts where my body is after all..
So, casually placing my hand onto his shoulder I enacted the Pla-
*Schwing*
*Splurt*
My hand, casually fell to the floor.
I began screaming,
“Wh-!”
“TREG!”
“Y-You piece of shit!”
Within seconds the guards had all pull’d out their weapons, hurling words at Arthus jr, while others checked on me.
*Uplink detected.*
*Y*
I warped to a new host. Confident that the ‘original’ of my old uplink would behave like I just had.
Screaming bloody murder…
At the same time Mr, Arthus jr. tried to justify his actions, yelling these ‘’justifications’’ at the now highly alarmed guards.
...For a good fucking reason, the plan was to take him over, not lose a hand!
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/Skilled warriors can sense hostility, I assume that was the cause./
Probably.
…
Doesn't change what comes next.
I moved closer to him, stepping out of the newly formed semi-circle around Arthus jr., bruteforcing for a grab. He tried to tell me not to come closer or else he would cut me down, not that I cared.
*Schwing*
True to his word, he swung his sword.
His sword cut deep, leaving a wide wound from my stomach to my collarbone easily through every rib in my ribcage.
...Jesus...Just how sharp is that sword...
Ignoring such trifles. I collapsed at his feet
*Connection buff-f *
I reach towards his ankle.
/Uplink-/
*Y*
And so, I re-orient to take over the mind of the trouble maker.
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DIEEE!”
A man was charging at me.
Heh, perfect.
As he approached, I swung the sword at him.
*Clang*
The man blocked magnificently. And others already moved in to take part.
I saw a sword nearing my head from the left.
Heh.
I lunge towards the man, letting go of the sword in my hand, soon feeling swords dig into my flesh from other directions.
/Uplink de-/
*Y*
As I take over the new target, I watch my last Uplink, poor Arthus. Collapse onto the ground, dead from numerous sword wounds.
“What da fak was that ‘bout!?”
“ ‘Not sure. B-But we oughta head back and report this.”
I, along with the rest of the guards. Agreed.
See? Nothing to worry about. A perfect plan.
/That is not the part of the plan that was stupid./
Nah… There were no bad parts to this plan.
/I don't agree. Compromising your identity was foo-/
I didn't compromise my identity. It is a slave. It will be fine. And you evaluated it didn't you?
That her mindset was subservient towards me even after what I told her?
/.../
...After that, we returned.
...That was how Mr. Arthus was dispatched… what? You expected an epic encounter between powerful people? No, when you can freely step between bodies, subterfuge was the best option.
Hm? What of the guard that lost his hand? His heart stopped.
...I never said these guards were any good medics, and a sudden lack of your hand is rather… unhealthy.
The plan was pretty good in its simplicity if you ask me.
And as such, after returning to town, I ditched my.. “Pals” and headed down the local shady streets, until I arrived to my destination.
Opening the door to an abandoned shack, I casually said. “I am back”, and was quickly welcomed with,
“W-Welcome back. Master!”
...Yeah. welcome to the solution that Leo so hated.
In the room, was the gagged and tied up into worm-shape of Adam Goldberg sitting in a corner, and the relieved that I am back -Lalailu.
...Erm, yeah, long story short. I Let her in on my… Non-Adamness. After all, if her reaction wasn't desirable. I was pretty sure I could just kill her without anyone minding.
...Sadly the original Adam was the type of person who would do that much. And more..
...Alot more.
Anyways.
In the end I have to admit, her reaction when I showed my ability to… Change my target of possession was not what I expected. First the obvious disbelief, then shock and confusion… then fear. (Unsurprising, I did go with the setting that I was a… “haunting spirit” ...apparently they are a thing in the local culture).
...But the surprising thing was… that right after those, she moved to Trust, and after I explained my goal of trying to help the slaves.. a strange… “worship”.
...
I am confused…
I am fairly sure I did not treat her that well.
Eh, whatever.
After politely telling Lalailu to wait in another room for the next part.
I switched myself into Goldberg again, and killed my temporary Uplink.
...Jeesus...my joints ache so much…
...Never again.
/GOOD./
...Was the yell necessary?
/For Host education. Yes./
….Erm.. Did I make you angry?
/I live to serve, I WOULDn't get angry at host!/
...Yeah… You are salty.
/No. I have no seasonings on me./
...Sure….
After picking up Lalailu from the other room, I returned to the Goldberg estate, as to receive the spooked-as-fuck report of the confused knights.
..For the time being I promised to look into it and find out what happened, but to be honest I do not think I will continue Inhabiting this Uplink for that much longer.
The reason?
A word was received that ‘my’…’Father’ Would return in about a week from now.
No fucking way I can deceive a parent that I am the same person. I am already struggling with these so-so acquaintances. (why do you think I never returned to the Goldberg Estate and stayed at the company instead?)
And so. I continued working on finishing my plans… there have been bumps in the road. But It is within acceptable margin.
..Tired from the hard days work. I finally take to rest.