06-23-2017, 05:39 PM
“Listen we still have seen no sign of any sort of reason for them to have left. Do we have to keep looking? It’s like we are wandering around aimlessly, plus I don’t think we made it to the item drop though we were headed in the right direction, can we give up now?” Illidan spoke with a singular tone.
“No, all the more reason to keep looking, if you want you can play around on the tablet in the street while I look inside some of these houses for clues,” Gildarts felt more like a consenting father figure than a partner at this point. But, c’est la vie, you can’t control people and you certainly can’t make them tag around like sidekicks while you’re on the hunt for the greatest mystery in the Omniverse.
Gildarts left the backpack with Illidan who fished at it eagerly, first pulling out a silver lightning conductor and looking at it quizzically, the Fairy Tail mage hollered back, “That’s a selfie stick, so the Omnitwitter people tell me!”
Illidan grunted, “Peasants.”
Gildarts set down his wrapped chainsaw on the sidewalk and strolled over to the front door to a random suburban house with a white picket fence, a beautifully freshly trimmed lawn, and a nice bouquet of flowers that had been set on the windowsill. They’d been deprived of water for a few days and their stems looked like upside down hooks, leaning over the side of the potted vase as though the deprived wilted petals searched for more water.
The oblivious prime closed the door and it slammed shut, snapping the hinges from their wall mounts and causing a loud Crash! It was something Gildarts was used to, so he didn’t even flinch, but quickly he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge searching for a snack to take with them later. Then he thought about it, if it was poison, he didn’t want to eat it.
Sniff. Sniff.
The milk was spoiled and the eggs were likely close to hatching, but there was distinctly no sign of anything other than a little mold on the bread stored in the refrigerator. Nothing weird. Nothing strange. Just abandoned. Gildarts wasn’t sure if he could accept this truth and continued onto the rest of the house. The living room had a huge flat-screen television, a pair of glasses half-full of cherry colored wine and what seemed to be a cheese plate.
Then he smelt it. The flies hovered around the dank moldy cheese and his eyes watered more from that than the sore ache that radiated around his body from his last battle. “Oh Gods,” he felt himself gagging and pinched his nose, wondering how coroners did it.
“No, all the more reason to keep looking, if you want you can play around on the tablet in the street while I look inside some of these houses for clues,” Gildarts felt more like a consenting father figure than a partner at this point. But, c’est la vie, you can’t control people and you certainly can’t make them tag around like sidekicks while you’re on the hunt for the greatest mystery in the Omniverse.
Gildarts left the backpack with Illidan who fished at it eagerly, first pulling out a silver lightning conductor and looking at it quizzically, the Fairy Tail mage hollered back, “That’s a selfie stick, so the Omnitwitter people tell me!”
Illidan grunted, “Peasants.”
Gildarts set down his wrapped chainsaw on the sidewalk and strolled over to the front door to a random suburban house with a white picket fence, a beautifully freshly trimmed lawn, and a nice bouquet of flowers that had been set on the windowsill. They’d been deprived of water for a few days and their stems looked like upside down hooks, leaning over the side of the potted vase as though the deprived wilted petals searched for more water.
The oblivious prime closed the door and it slammed shut, snapping the hinges from their wall mounts and causing a loud Crash! It was something Gildarts was used to, so he didn’t even flinch, but quickly he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge searching for a snack to take with them later. Then he thought about it, if it was poison, he didn’t want to eat it.
Sniff. Sniff.
The milk was spoiled and the eggs were likely close to hatching, but there was distinctly no sign of anything other than a little mold on the bread stored in the refrigerator. Nothing weird. Nothing strange. Just abandoned. Gildarts wasn’t sure if he could accept this truth and continued onto the rest of the house. The living room had a huge flat-screen television, a pair of glasses half-full of cherry colored wine and what seemed to be a cheese plate.
Then he smelt it. The flies hovered around the dank moldy cheese and his eyes watered more from that than the sore ache that radiated around his body from his last battle. “Oh Gods,” he felt himself gagging and pinched his nose, wondering how coroners did it.
Quote: Both primes moved from C17 to C4
![[Image: -Gildarts-fairy-tail-35651033-300-180.gif]](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/35600000/-Gildarts-fairy-tail-35651033-300-180.gif)
"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus