Re: Remorse [A KH Fic]
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Chapter 3 - Longing
Making her way down the narrow staircase, quietly, as not to disturb others in their rooms, sleeping and otherwise at these hours. With only the soft tap of her boots, Leyla’s noise was muffled by the increasing volume of the pattering of rain outside. Gabryl would most likely be waking up to the outcome of another Amparo flooding downpour., but at least not suffer the depression of seeing it happen. Turning the corner, and hearing glasses clinking, with the smell of alcohol and smoke becoming more bold, she sat at a familiar table, set a little more off from the others, covered with rings from drinks placed there prior. Crossing a leg over the other, slouched back, sinking in the wooden, unbalanced chair, her orange eyes rolled up to two faces sitting opposite her. Neither seemed too excited, for more reason than one, and barely paid mind to her, used to routine.
“Are we too old for hello’s now?” She muttered, half-sarcastically, pulling off a glove, slowly, then laying it lightly on the table. Beginning work on the right hand, one of the two spoke out, Raimyd. He was the newer Reaper of the bunch, and looked younger to bolster that fact; wide-eyed in a literal sense, with pinkish pupils nonetheless, to contradict his job.
“I’m wondering if that was an age joke.” He smirked to himself, then looked up from a small bowl of pretzels. “You know how the weather can be a downer, but hi.” Leyla managed the tiniest acknowledgment in the form of a nod and shoulder shrug in agreement to his other statement. Some continual sun, at least for a couple days, wouldn’t kill anyone, after all. The irony in her thought caught her a moment later.
“Not to mention it’s eleven at night, girl; you should be getting to sleep.” Both glanced at the third party member, Medea, sitting defiantly taller, dark-skinned with similar hair. Leyla just blew at a piece of hair that fell in her face in response, slouching further.
“Maybe I was bored. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Or maybe you were thinking about him too much.” Medea kept a serious look, whilst the other girl just closed her eyes. Raimyd’s eyes shifted between both.
“By the way, we heard. We’re very sorry for you loss.” There was less sarcasm in his tone; at least less than Leyla’s, since his words were more directed to the bluntest of the three. And then, in a tone a bit more sincere; “Any word on what happened out on the field?” Finding this an inquiry of more practical importance, Leyla gripped the arms of her chair, straightening up, and looking from Raimyd, to Medea, and back. “I found a new guy while looking for him this morning.” Both lifted their heads a little, obvious interested.
“Gabryl. Found him down town, holding Lucre’s Keychain; I jumped to conclusions a little,” There was the slightest of an eye twitch in her saying that, “but the kid’s unaware of anything. He’s sleeping now.” A few nods followed, and her friends suddenly seemed more awake now. Leyla was honored to have such an effect on them, and gave a small wave over to the bar, to Gordrid, finally free from the late-night drinkers. Giving a sign of recognition, Leyla turned back, yawning.
“Like I said, sleep’ll help you hon.” Medea offered again, huffing, and rolling her eyes towards the other end of the building when Gordrid walked over, placing a cup of coffee on the table in front of Leyla. He stood with the trio, watching as Leyla eagerly brought the hot cup to her lips, sipping it, and tending to burnt fingers after she had downed half of it. She looked at each one of them, not caring that they seemed a little shocked that the scalding drink didn’t harm her notably much. Her speech was impaired by an apparently raw tongue.
“Maybe I don’t wanna sleep. Too much to think ‘bout.” There was also a bit of wincing when she pursed her lips in pain, pressing teeth hard against each other as well, and nearly shouting from the intense feeling. Giving a shuddering, retaliation of a breath, her eyes went back to staring each of them down. After a moment of silence between the four of them, allowing for each to notice the restaurant portion of the inn empty out significantly, leaving only a handful of regular Reapers, living there or not, Gordrid cleared his throat and addressed them.
“Sleep ‘er not, the new kid stayin’ here’s gonna change things. Not expectin’ him to get out of here anytime soon, so’s I’m rearranging the Keychains to you guys.” Taking the now empty cup, still steaming a little from the hot liquid once in there, Gordrid turned, without much to say about what he’d be doing, and returned to his station. The Reapers sat, looking at the table, then around the room, for about five minutes, unsure whether or not to mention what had been said. None knew whether or not it was important or too shocking to bring up.
“So…” Raimyd began, “I’m betting on you getting to go out solo now.” He nodded towards Leyla, giving a smile of encouragement. “Can’t imagine the big guy replacing Lucre or anything.” However, his smile wasn’t exactly met, and Raimyd had been driving on the hope that the caffeine would be in her system already, or at least make her easier to talk to. He never really enjoyed getting the chance for some one-on-one time with Leyla, and chugged coffee did not change this fact.
“…Kind of forward of you, don’t you think?” Her eyes, deep amber now, glinted at him, and Raimyd backed in his seat; seeing Leyla rise a bit in place.
“Hey, hey you two, hush it.” Medea looked at both threateningly, and half-stood, holding an arm out to each. “No fight’s or nothing, was a slip of the tongue. Neither of you has a reason to get riled up.” Listening; one Reaper disgruntled and the other a little afraid, all three returned to normal seating.
“Just glad I’m not the newbie anymore.” Raimyd pouted, crossing his arms, looking at the scratched boarded floor. Leyla growled lowly, firing back.
“You’re right. He is.” She was referencing Gabryl, and they both realized this and nodded. “I’m probably gonna get paired with him, and then you two go together. Medea, it’s not like you enjoy your partner; he’s always running off and crap. Where the hell is he now, anyway?” She looked irked, but replied in a relaxed way.
“The hell should I know, but I’ll take Rai here over anyone else left in this sorry place. ‘Sides, he barely goes on any missions when he’s not taking a life. His own partner would be glad to be off without him.” There was the a wordless, mutual agreement between them all, in the next few moments, and Leyla, stroking a hand through her long hair, keeping it behind her neck, and not smothering her. She sighed, neither Raimyd or Medea paying attention to their friend preparing to leave.
“Yeah.” She said, mumbling, taking her gloves from the table and folding them; intentionally in a deliberate manner, just waiting for one of them to say something. “Sleep would be good.” Leyla hid a small yawn when she faced the hallway behind them, and starting walking, hand grasping the railing of the staircase, but not before hearing a simultaneous “good night” from the Reapers at the table.
Gabryl looked around; studying his surroundings. They were pretty familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it; and looking over to said finger, he saw his right hand splattered in blood, as well as his clothing. However, it was dried, and seemed to have been there for at least a day or more. This surprised him actually; he tried to keep his clothes clean as much as possible, so bloodstains, especially since he was just sitting there, in some torn-up armchair, seemed off. Again; why did this all seem familiar? Gabryl tried to sit up, grunting, his limbs feeling like stone, and not moving. Definitely odd, he decided on, his thought process slow and narrow. Then, his eyes widened, in shock, his nerves seemingly all kicking in at once, all screaming in agony; and Gabryl writhed, trying to open his mouth to scream, but feeling to exhausted in every part of his body to do so. He was horrified, and confused, straining to crane his neck; the house he was in was in a total mess, and whether or not it was from him or the previous owner was a mystery. Thoughts came rushing in next; and no Gabryl remembered this recurring dream, this nightmare.
The pain was the worst in his stomach, and he felt like he could vomit. Was it from hunger? It seemed like he hadn’t eaten, but there were many food wrappers and plates scattered about the kitchen, visible, and connected to the living room. No, he had tried to suppress the pain by eating, that was it. It didn’t go away though, and that sour, lurching feeling dominated his every fiber. Gabryl could do nothing to prevent the painful urge he felt so many times every day; to kill. But, Gabryl recalled, now watching everything play out before him, in the third person, he had once went nearly a day and a half without reaping any hearts. Resisting the impulse, however, would come to get him; haunting his impression of his supernatural world, during that day, and for years to come. This younger Gabryl, though only by a year or so, wasn’t as sure of his responsibility as a Reaper as he was now. It was fairly ironic really, since, after this experience, Gabryl was once again in a situation where he was under the impression he had an answer. There was the little part inside of him even that was in fear that these new Reapers wouldn’t be completely trusting; and that his new place of living would be quite temporary, and Gabryl laws unnerved by such thoughts.
Expected what would happen next, the scenes returning to his memory and immediately happening below; though he noticed his perspective slowly easing back down, which was different than normal. Gabryl was hovering over the back of the chair when a ray of light came out of nowhere, shining in a thin pillar, and a lanky, yet powerful Angel standing before the frightened Gabryl in the dream. Floating still, but now just above his dream self’s head, he watched as they exchanged words, basically things about going through with what he had to, with it being his job. Before he knew it, Gabryl was sustained back, behind the eyes of dream Gabryl, without noticing, as the dream seemed to be veering off into it’s own, new course. Now just as frightened as his double, Gabryl looked up at this Angel, with silver hair, messy, sticking up at the top, and smooth as it went past his shoulders. He was tan, with broad shoulders, and a devious smile; enjoying putting fear into this Reaper, smirk increasing. This was the part where he would hold up his weapon, that sword thing, right in his face as a signature thread. Gabryl could see it; with silver lines and certain, intricate insignias on it, and, now that he thought about it, a Keychain on that was in the shape of a lion’s head. Regardless of how vivid this image was though, it was not what occurred next. Rather, another familiar scene, but from another time and place; the Angel raised his hand, and it pulsated with light energy. The apparitional Gabryl, now stuck in his former self’s body, was unable to hover away; forced to get the first-hand experience of being blasted by the Angel’s attack. His vision enveloped in brightness, burning pain of death consuming him; a horrible way to go, happening to him then and there.
And then he woke up; sweating, having been mumbling in his slumber, tangled in his sheets. His eyes snapped open, teeth tightly closed, and breathing harshly through his nostrils. Gabryl swung his legs over the side of the bed, quickly, forcing movement into his stiff, cold body in an attempt to shake himself from the scaring effects of the nightmare that he had been having for at least a year. It wasn’t just the dream though, but the memory; and that was something Gabryl could never get rid of. Sliding his body off the bed, and onto bare, freezing feet, he shuffled to the window, seeing how it had been raining all night. In fact, though the resilient drops still pouring down, Gabryl say something he definitely wasn’t used to; Reapers, at least a dozen of them, all taking off into the air, down the long roof, at what he imagined was the front of the inn. The sight wasn’t necessarily majestic or anything, but struck awe into Gabryl, who had only firs the first time seen one of his kind yesterday. In fact, as it kept replaying in his mind, Gabryl was also awed to think that he was really in the presence of people who saw him, and who he had actual conversations with. Suddenly, those two years of being isolated to his transparency seemed like nothing; because he had the luxury of company now. As Gabryl thought about it, even, he was glad that he had that bad dream, because it told him that now, he was really awake.
Obeying Leyla from the night before, Gabryl would descend the stairs to meet her, and maybe even eat something. Upon that thought Gabryl felt an all-too real sting of pain in his stomach, but this was one of natural hunger. It was funny, he had expected his impulse for the first kill of the day. Maybe luck was on his side and the impulses would let him fill up first. That was quite nice of them. Holding his arms over each other, and having down so subconsciously for the past ten minutes he had been standing around, Gabryl turned the old doorknob and walked out to the corridor, bracing for more cold, but rather opening his eyes a little wider in surprise when it was actually warmer outside his room. Apparently the owner, Gordrid, wasn’t being particularly nice to Gabryl, but at least he would have his thick, itchy, bed covers to compensate.
So, making his way down the narrow staircase, no doubt just as slow as Leyla had gone up them hours earlier, in the middle of the night, Gabryl was not surprised to see the same bar and restaurant-like area he had just passed through before. Except this time, the familiar feminine form, who had saved him from his desperate like previous, leaned, half sitting on a stool. Leyla was holding a coffee cup, similar to the one she used before, with two fingers, weakly, stirring it’s contents with a small spoon with the other hand. Gabryl couldn’t see it well from where he was standing then, but as he walked closer, and around her to meet face to face, he noticed dark rings under her eyes. Obviously, to Medea, walking up to them both, she had not gotten any sleep like she had said she would. But this because Leyla had wanted to or not; certain depressing thoughts and such swirling about her mind and keeping her up. But, not caring much, she disregarded her and spoke to Gabryl.
“You’re the newbie then? Well, you’ll do; we’re leaving in twenty, so clean up why don’t you.” And Gabryl didn’t even get to raise a hand in expression; not fully comprehending what he had even just heard. Medea was already walking away, no doubt getting the Keychains from Gordrid, secretly eager to get to go out without a partner, like she hoped. Still, Gabryl was a bit stricken. Were they going somewhere already? At this hour? His head snapped to Leyla, who looked at him with the same, sunken eyes.
“So…I can’t even get anything to eat then?” He blinked, sighing to himself, disappointed, and once again putting an arm around his stomach; this time, trying to prepare himself to have this empty feeling for the rest of the day, since it’s not like he expected eating anytime soon. Leyla though, sensed his rambling brooding, and slid the cup, spilling some as the coffee inside, but allowing it to make it’s trip with a fair amount of liquid left. She stared at it for a few seconds, knowing she shouldn’t be drinking it anyway, removing her fingers from the handle.
“Here.” Bluntness, not showing much of a caring sign, yet her actions being almost motherly.
“Oh um, thanks.” He grabbed it, thankfully, and drank half of it down there, breathing out, relieved, and sipping at the rest. Without either of them noticing though, Raimyd stood in Medea’s place, watching the scene happen. His head went between the two, and he spoke to both openly.
“Aw, sweet of you Leyla, and look,” he nodded towards Gabryl’s drinking of the coffee, “he even takes after you.” His snickering was met by a feigned push, and Leyla got up form her position, stretching, and yawning a long-lived yawn. Raimyd could care less of what she did and decided to out of exhaustion she brought upon herself, and turned his head to Gabryl as they went over to Gordrid and Medea; the former rummaging through a cabinet under the bar. “So, new guy, Gabe, what’s your deal?” Gabryl just gave a look, out of being clueless and because he was just given a clever little nickname.
“…Wha?” His eye twitched and he had no idea how to respond to such a question. Raimyd dismissed him then, not finding it worth it, and finding a place between the two girls at the long table. That left Gabryl to awkwardly sit next to the apparently simplified Leyla, whose eyes settled lazily, half-closed, on the large man, wheezing as he bent back up to all four, placing a few Keychains on it.
“’Aight kids, got three chains here; guess who gets what?” The usual trio rolled their eyes, seeing his little game. Medea was the first to act on it though, pointing a finger to herself, without a word, but in a mocking way. Gordrid just gave a smile and tossed one of the objects over, which would be her normal one with a partner. “Yup! ‘Cept this time yer going solo for good.” She gave a mental fist pump, and Raimyd acted closely after, holding a hand out.
“And solo duty for me too, Gordy?” He game a wide smile, and fanned his fingers. Gordrid fingered the Keychain he was holding ,which was revealed to be the one Gabryl had found earlier; three circles, two like ears. He held it by the chain and let it drop right in front of Leyla, who scooped it up with haste into her pocket; hand patting it frequently to check it’s presence.
“Actually Rai, that’s gonna be Leyla who gets it. Fer good too, believe she’s deserving’ of the responsibilities.” Leyla nodded, eyes closing for a moment, and walked away, taking the Keychain out to look at it momentarily before placing it back to it’s holding place. Raimyd stared into space then, before doing some math himself.
“Wait, so.” His head slowly turned to Gabryl, absent-minded as ever at the time, wanting his own Keychain, and their eyes met. Raimyd’s eyes shot back to Gordrid, who flashed another smile, flipping the third chain onto the table, in between the two.
“Rai, you get trainin’ duties is watcha get. This guy’s new, and since yer the last new guy we got here, I’ll leave it to you to keep Gabe here in line.” And as most of the denizens of the building tended to do, Gordrid walked off, to the far end of the bar to attend to early customers; already people were filing in through the door. Raimyd though, just remained leaned over, hand still held out, but with a clenched fist now, seething on the inside with disappointment. Sighing, but in a more hissing manner, he turned, waving his prior raised hand as to invite Gabryl with him. He complied, trailing behind Raimyd, who was meeting with the other two girls; Gabryl had managed to snatch the Keychain up before his new partner, and eyed the thing curiously; it was silver, a circle shape, with spikes at intervals. It almost felt warm to the touch. And said, minuscule spikes were very sharp, and might’ve poked a hole into his finger if he wasn’t careful. Maybe Leyla wore those leather gloves to protect herself from the little dangerous things like these. But then he looked up from his fascination, to the three Reapers occasionally glancing towards him; he was a bit nervous, but attempted to dig up any social skills from the back of his mind he was once so fluid in. Raimyd huffed again, and spoke, flatly.
“He paired me up with him, you believe that?” Medea’s eyes went from Raimyd to Gabryl, as if to make him realize that he was nearly insulting a person standing right next to him; but he didn’t seem to care much. “I mean, I’m not the rookie anymore, so this should mean I’m off the hook for these things, god…”
“Look, Rai, not like we’re gonna be going off on our own or anything, four of us’ll stick together. No need to stress yourself.” Raimyd grunted, and paced around the adjacent table, grumbling, angrily, to himself.
“Well, if it means anything, I’m sorry.” Gabryl offered, to each for some sign of acknowledgment or acceptance. He received nor found none of that, and just went back to keeping his eyes trained on the muddy floor. “Does this mean we um…go now?”
“Yeah, yeah.” They all looked to Raimyd, who spoke again, still stuck in his upset tone, heading towards the door. “We’re wasting daylight, or, whatever’s behind the clouds. You know I forget what’s up there sometimes.” That was sarcasm, no matter how his angered, almost serious voice hid it. But, the girls used to this and for the most part ignoring him, ushered Gabryl through the double doors; some water seeping through a long crack in the right one.
“Ugh.” Leyla narrowed her eyes, keeping her vision straight in front of her as to ignore the populace. “I hate this part of the city. It’s…bleh.” Gabryl observed where they had made it too, as he had been more or less zoning out, waiting for them to get to the location. However, he did see the city’s local park, which he had seen yesterday, a few blocks down as the four came to the middle of a crosswalk. That, combined with the Chapel Hearts clock tower visible in the distance, told Gabryl that they were near the large, cleared-out, marketplace near the center of Amparo. This made Gabryl wonder if the reason that Leyla didn’t like this place was because of the denseness of the crowds, or because Lucre had died nearby. It was becoming more and more apparent, as he hung out with this gang, that Lucre meant something to them all. However, Gabryl’s now instinctive perspective on death had him shrugging it off; if Lucre was dead then there was nothing that could be done. He’d let them mourn without bothering anyone. Leyla took out her Keychain, examining it, and putting it back in her pocket, acting as some sort of authority when she tilter her head behind her, to the rest.
“You guys equipped then?” She said, monotone. Medea flashed her own chain, and Raimyd looked towards Gabryl, expectantly, with noticeable, subtle rage as he brushed aside some blonde hair, split ends prominently showing. Fumbling around a little, pressured, Gabryl revealed his issued Keychain. “Alright, split up, look around, look for anything out of place. You know the drill.” As Gabryl passed her, she held him up, prodding a finger to his chest. “When we get any Angel sightings, we send out a squad to find any leftovers. Be it from the Angel in question, some item, or,” she cleared her throat, starting to walk, “the Reaper who died. So, eh, just stay close to Rai while you have that thing, or that he stays close to one of us. Good.” She went off, to a farther part of the open pavement, which Gabryl recalled was nowhere near were Lucre had been blown to nothing. Maybe that was her intention.
Gabryl walked straight ahead, instead of their abstract paths. Leisurely making his way to where Lucre and the Angel once stood, Gabryl could still see a black smear, on the ground, in a splattered pattern. It was mildly disgusting; but it’s not like his innards were thrown to the ground or anything; just the color black, like a skid mark left by a tire. In fact, now that he stood directly over it, Gabryl saw more black; but this time that of a piece of clothing, some material; like leather. He went down, to one knee, scooping it up in his right hand, inspecting it. Shiny, yet waterlogged, and looking like it had been ripped up, but that was to be expected from the way it was laying there in the first place. Gabryl leaned his head up, to the others. Leyla, behind him, staring at a water fountain, aimlessly; Medea, the bottom half of her cloak, blowing in the wind, and facing the stores down the street. It was near where she was that Gabryl had hidden yesterday when Lucre faced his doom. Raimyd, on the other hand, watched over the crowds, shopping, and enjoying their time even in such gloomy whether. Hands in his pockets; he was uncharacteristically deep in thought, and quiet. Gabryl just shook his head, slowly, seeing that even though the people around him were in pretty much good company, they all still suffered, just like him, from their past, and what their very bleak and unsure futures would hold. Eyes glued to the large, dark smudges, the smallest bit of light came down, from a split in the clouds, right over the city square. It hit something in the very black markings, and, which Gabryl did not expect, reflected off something, making him squint. There was something lying there, on the ground, that his depth perception didn’t pick up, it being the same color as everything else. Gabryl’s hand, dropping the piece of leather, felt against the concrete, until he felt something cool and metal; and long, like a chain.
Moments later, it hung in his face; with thick, wide loops making up it’s chains, all black, just like it’s emblem. A simple, three-pointed crown, a very deep black, which resembled greatly the shape of the sign outside the inn. A Keychain, just lying on the ground, what were the odds of this, he wondered. Considering where it was, could it have been Lucre’s? No, because the one Leyla had now would’ve been his, and if he had dropped it here he never would have been vaporized. So many things began to flood into Gabryl’s mind then; this could be his own Keychain, that only he could and would use; whenever he wanted. No one had to know about it, right? It would just be taken away, and given to someone else; after all, this color and this shape, it just felt so simple, yet, so powerful. There had to be something significant about it; maybe Gabryl was exaggerating, or his Reaper senses were picking something up.
“Leyla!” Gabryl almost fell over when he heard Raimyd yell out, across the square, and turn. Gabryl bunched the chain in his fist and shoved it into his left pocket; the other Keychain being in his usual right. Raimyd was taking a few strides over to the fountain, getting his exercise, and reported back to her. When Medea followed, Gabryl went as well.
“Yeah, I’m seeing nothing; I don’t think there’s much to go by here. Angel came, he was done for, that’s it. Nothing left behind it seems.” It would also seem that none of them had the guts to search the death place of their friends; but Gabryl never would have found his precious treasure otherwise. Oh, what would he do? What if Gordrid had some Keychain tracking technology, that would single him out right when he stepped in the building? It unnerved Gabryl, but for the sake of this chance at freedom, he’d do it; he would sneak this Keychain around for the rest of his Reaper life. Gabryl focused on the ground, seeing the shadow of the tall fountain structure, stretch out past his feet.
“Mmhmm. Might as well head back, not much left to see.” It was obvious she didn’t bother to even glance near the splatter of black smudges. Gabryl just continued to watch the shadow, however, eyes rolling to his left as the shadow went on and on…much more than it should be, in fact. His eyes opened just a little wider, thinking they were playing tricks on him, when the shadow seemed to widen; shifting, turning whilst remaining two-dimensional and, well, a shadow. The shade, detaching from it’s base at the bottom of the fountain, not that Gabryl noticed, intent on seeing all the new shapes come into form, with the darkness all sliding up towards the former top of the fountain silhouette; not that it was exactly in it’s old shape anymore. Gabryl, mouth agape, in disbelief, but more in a comical fashion, just gawking from his tiredness, craned his neck back up, looking at the three of them. He brought a hand up and point, to which none of them, having not been staring at the ground, knew what the hell he was doing. Leyla was the first to actually get the message though, her own eyes snapping all the way open when she spotted the mass of shadows, now an amorphous blob some ten feet away from their gathering. Medea and Raimyd looked at them both, their backs facing the shadow; and it was when the shadow; it’s blob turning into a perfect circle, two, ominous yellow dots appearing in the middle, like eyes of it’s own, that Leyla’s arm slowly, yet smoothly went to her side, scythe appearing in a flash. It’s jagged points pointed right towards the thing. Medea jumped back, seeing it behind her.
“Shi…!” She was cut off; the being had become fully developed in a manner of seconds, now humanoid in shape, standing on two legs, with two arms topped off with clawed hands. Two long, squiggly antenna draped of it’s head, almost to the ground, and the whole thing stood rather hunched over, completely black in color like the shadows from where it came, bar for the bright eyes. It seemed to screech for a moment, it’s thin neck arching, and, in even less than an instant, Leyla dashed from one end of the group to the creature, scythe slicing the air in half, along with the being. It fell to two pieces after the weapon went through it, and exploded with a small radius into ball of black, shadowy bits, before fading into nothing. All four Reapers watched, tense, Leyla breathing surprisingly heavy for having done nearly nothing, in reality. It was only Gabryl, though, that paid attention to a pink light appear in the remains of the blackness; a familiar heart-shaped entity materializing and gently taking into the air, high up, until it too faded away. He watched, in disbelief, at many of the things he had just seen. Leyla’s scythe was gone promptly, and she took a few steps, calling back to them.
“We go. Now. Hurry.” The three of them made haste to go with her, and they were turning around a hedge garden on the other side of the block in nearly five seconds, whilst still staying at a walking pace. “Hell, who was it that said we’d find nothing…” Raimyd sneered shortly, before noticing his friends own kind of sarcasm.
“W-What…” Gabryl found that he could make himself speak coherently, distracted with what he had seen, and the brisk pace he was forced to keep up. Medea brought up a hand to his face.
“First, Gabey, we’ll get where it’s safe, then we’ll talk.”
“Maybe some food too; it’s gotta be close to lunch time.” Raimyd mumbled, but this was one of the few things he said that Gabryl had to agree with. He’d stay quiet for now, but, when they made it back would probably be spilling out questions, left and right. So, he just nodded, making sure Medea saw, and she did, giving him a strange look before looking forward once more. Five minutes later, they had managed to hustle back to their starting point; across the street from the inn, only to see another shocking sight. Gabryl almost gasped even, more out of awe than anything though.
Clustered around the doors, trying to shove their way in, were Reapers. Gabryl had at first thought that these were the ones returning from that morning trip he had seen after waking up, but there were far more; all dressed differently, of varying ages and sizes and colors. Raimyd gave more of an exhausted sigh though, compared to any exclamation Gabryl would have expressed.
“Well damn, there goes hopes of a meal when I actually order it.” Leyla gave a nod, scanning the unfamiliar mob of Reapers, trying to get in to get their own room, or maybe just to eat like Raimyd. Still, while she knew that some Reapers liked to get to the inn the day before the raid, or even before that, these numbers were something completely new. She knew that there could only be trouble, and replied to Raimyd, blinking a few times.
“Yeah, they’re definitely a little early.”