I Promise I'll Write Soon, I've Just Been Really Busy But I'm Just Posting To Say That I'm At A House

I promise I'll write soon, I've just been really busy but I'm just posting to say that I'm at a house party right now and someone at this party really asked me

' What do you like aside from Misha ? '

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‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒔. With utmost care to not damage any of their surroundings; he gingerly bounces the weapon in his palms. The bat certainly possessed MORE WEIGHT than his usual mop. All of his mop's weight was at the very topㅤ—ㅤand if it weren't for his ice powers, the thing would have been significantly LESS useful.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI think the baseball bat feels GOOD ! It might take a bit of getting used toㅤ—ㅤbut it definitely feels a lot stronger than my mop !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤStill, as he holds onto the Trailblazer's precious baseball bat, there was one thing that he was CLEARLY concerned about. Even if Mister Akio was a GROWN ADULT that was more than capable of protecting himself, this was still HIS bat.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat are you going to use until you FIND something else, Mister Akio ?ㅤ❜

Misha's determination and excitement was enough to put a smile on anyone's face, and Akio was no different. It's heartwarming to have such a young soul filled with joy and so eager for adventure. He makes a terrific trailblazer alright!

"Oh, the trials thing... I've just seen it in a movie once. And as for a weapon... I think you could use something sturdier." In a moment, his signature baseball bat appears in his hand, which he then hands to Misha.

"Try this for now. At least this won't break as easily." At least, he thinks so. He never tried to test the limit of this random bat he picked up from the space station. "We can also be on the lookout for something else you can use."

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔ㅤ—ㅤhe had only heard vague stories of their existence and never met a single member of that ELUSIVE group face to face. Though, part of him can't help but feel he should know MORE (ㅤ—ㅤand there was a brief unsettling and unexplainable feeling of GRIEF in the back of his mind. ).

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤOh, you're RIGHT about that ! The Family invited a bunch of factions across various galaxies for the Charmony Festival; Galaxy Rangers included ! I'm actually surprised they accepted since nobody's heard from them in a long time. Aren't they known for protecting the WEAK and INNOCENT ? I'd think people like that would be pretty STRONG !ㅤ❜

"Action challenges...well I suppose that would do for now..."

A pause.

"I heard that Penacony is inviting some galaxy rangers soon, do you...do you think their strong? I would like to test my blade against them if possible."

Feima has a one track mind, at the very least he would be consistant in his desires.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. In the absence of her mother, the Belobog Cadet school had been kind to her. She had great friends like Lynxy and Serval as well as people that cared about her like Eros. But she was definitely TOO used to putting all of the hardships on her own shoulders. It was indeed the logical conclusion that two people entering a warzone was far more beneficial than just one. Yet somehow, she couldn't help but give Eros the slightest blink of shock. It wasn't exactly her obligation after all. She wasn't part of the Silvermane Guards. By all accounts, she was just an ORDINARY CITIZEN of Belobog. Even more, she was an Underworlder that should have held hostility towards Overworlders such as the Intelligence Officer.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIf that's what you want to do, then I suppose I cannot stop you. Justㅤ—ㅤplease be CAREFUL.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤLuckily, she knew exactly where the soldiers would be located. SHE was the one that formulated their battle plans after all. It doesn't take long for the two of them to arrive at their destination.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhen they got to their destination, it seemed like the soldiers stationed there had already been FORCED to make a decision. Most of them had already abandoned their posts with a few still remaining to carry off the injured.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe girl moves quickly; perhaps a little TOO quickly as she rushes towards a soldier's side. Though her frame and height were far more petite than the grown man's; she still attempts to sling him over her tiny shoulders without much success.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEros, can you please help me with this ? I'm pretty sure this is the LAST soldier. I hope it is.ㅤ❜

Eros of course knew how tough it could be. To be a child who felt the very weight of your people on your shoulders. That even if you did what you felt best, there were still going to be times when it all came crashing down. When the tower would fall and people would get hurt. But she knew, too, that the people of the Guard at least wouldn't hold mistakes against Pela. That was something she was glad for the younger girl. That the people of Belobog were kinder than those of the Preceptors the former High Elder had once had to deal with.

"Here-- let me come with ya, hon."

She would get up more on instinct than anything. A want to keep close just in case. Not that there should be any more danger but- perhaps it was her own maternal instincts kicking in. That even with the wound tended to, she was worried about Pela.

"Whatever decision y'make, I'll do what I c'n t' help. I know I ain't- technically on retainer or nothin', but still. I wanna help however I c'n do that."

MISHA SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THAT TRAIN