Zone C -- Megacity One

[Gildarts]

So far, their search for clues had left Gildarts unsurprisingly clueless.


The pair of primes had found themselves back on the outskirts of the city, where the houses were just as desolate as they had been when he had first strolled in the town. It was still foggy, but it had dissipated in the patches of gleaming morning sun and had been weighed down by the increased sprinkling of rain.

Both of their feet made squeaking noises as they walked. Gildarts missed his cape, which kept his chest and bare shoulders dry in long, stormy treks like this, and wished he had a woman’s touch to warm him up. Speaking of which… There was a small tarp over his chainsaw, he’d mangled the water repellent fabric enough to tie it messily with his own hand. The silver one still wasn’t obeying him properly, it caught stray fields of his magic rather than keeping them in and it caused the hand to appear as though it had a nervous twitch, his digits would wrestle themselves without cause and sometimes his elbow would jolt upwards as though jousting thin air. The crash magic user made sure Illidan wasn’t on the wrong side after that close call.

Gildarts had his new baby in-hand, fascinated by the terribly mundane contraption as though he were fantasizing being a normal boy, rather than the isolated outcast that he was. Well, the man could dream. Illidan, meanwhile, had to play nice so Gildarts would show him the riverstream video on the glass piece of technology. Darkshire’s Scourge was ever-committed to his cause, seek and destroy which guaranteed his victory in this petty yet useful competition. Still, they’d had no luck, chance by way of a human’s quarter had taken them to a losing battle. So much for “heads,” now his bloodlust just wanted to see them roll.

Both primes are moving from C6 to C17