N: Argon Weischeld
Age: Haven't checked nor asked haha
S: Female
Occupation: Advisor Combatant
Dept: N/A (She's literally an advisor what else does that mean?)
Rank: Low-Tier Advisor
P.O.B: Sonver, Ulista
Current Assignment: Game Show contestant (Golly I love that so much)
Previous Assignment: Clean slate (look for that if your interested on what she did during said operation)
Abilities: Didn't ask | Impersonation[Blend], I'm too lazy to list the others, Degradation
Given Code: 1007894
Alias, Current: Cursed wolf/beast, Demon
Alias, Self: Argon
Self: an Arcanic from Sonver (said by herself and other documents). I like to compare her to Val. Self-esteem in both are probably lower than the average person. Way more in Val but whatever. Works hard.
Thoughts: How may it go for the stuff planned for later… We'll see.
Miscellaneous: Don't know much (didn't care that much to see ok) other than looks are integral, people find her gaze to be odd, very obviously mild-mannered despite looks, likes coconuts (for some reason).
(Disorganized and a makeshift paper to be discarded later. Purpose will vary later.)
— — — —
The buildings.
They were fine?
I sighed.
The looks were borderline murderous. If looks could actually do that.
I grasped the hat in my hands that formed as soon as I thought about it.
The quilt stuck to it with fur similar to my hair.
I'm not really sure where I saw this design from but I think it makes me look…
Something akin to a wanderer.
I tied the sash that formed in my hand around my waist.
I still got looks even without the obvious discrimination.
[Cause the downfall of this very city! Win and you get a nice prize.]
I…see.
Won't be too hard?
That, um.
"...Maybe?"
As I walked through the city I came upon a beating of a slave.
Fear and hatred.
Hm, that makes sense right? Then again I wasn't born one.
Is there a difference if I were to stop it?
No.
Does it matter if they think I'm the same as them?
No.
Strange thinking.
I walked away and observed the city before it was rubble.
Most of it was the same.
Going about with their day. Albeit with a hush.
Hmmm what's a good place to find a way to destroy this place?
A religious cult?
Where would I find that..?
A terrorist group?
Uh…
Let's just start with a place to sit.
A tavern is a basic staple right?
Aimlessly looking at any signs that resemble what I imagined is harder than I thought.
"S-Surely this area."
I spent another hour or so wandering without finding it.
Easier said than done…
Well, um…
How much time do I have again?
Depending on the time…
I lack the power for full destruction. I could go to the most important area and wreck some things.
A small panging in my head alerted me.
Seems it's enticing.
…Oh!
I found it!
Run down, and looks cheap.
Perfection I say!
Leisurely I made my way to it's entrance.
Name doesn't matter, so I went in.
All eyes on me.
Maybe I should have thought this through.
[How do I make this entertaining?]
[Wh– Don't just shrug!]
Wary eyes followed me as I sat at an empty table.
[Hereth cometh! The info gathering begins! What will be spoken!]
Finally, with a settling, they returned to their own conversations.
"What would you like?"
"Hm? Oh uh, what… do you have?"
A list of drinks and meals.
I just chose a random one and stared at it.
The table.
[Sheesh. Someone's self-centered.]
…
"Damn. Twelve kingdoms in three days?"
"Shit man. How strong are those demons.."
Ah.
That.
Well, what happened happened.
Not much else was heard other than miscellaneous and useless information.
Bummer.
[Time waster don't you agree?]
Hey!
I'm trying…!
….
This alley is quite dark.
I guess. I'll destroy the gates… then head to the center.
But first.
I stretched my arms.
"Let's see how bad this can go."
Recently people have been seeing a cursed being.
Wearing a hat of weird proportions and an outfit unlady-like.
Not that it matters when in aristocratic society whether a commoner dresses like that.
What does is the past two days of just watching have noticed erratic behavior.
Stopping, moving, mumbling, odd gestures, and…
Whatever they do with a hat or the red bandana on their arm.
The strike team Abel, labeled by The Host, was practically annihilated.
"Tch. How bad is it to go against something like that?"
Proven wrong seconds later.
"What the hell..?!"
The cursed being was nowhere but certainly the gruesome scene stayed.
Blood is not uncommon to see.
But seeing a body missing entire items?
It was as if their body was a statue broken by a novice chiseling it.
Some were like that, others were just plain crushed.
The team one leader had a chunk of their face missing alongside multiple gougings of various areas.
…Most notably around the stomach.
This was no ordinary cursed being.
Of blood and acid, they just stepped on a far bigger case.
"Damn…"
"Chief!"
"What."
"The south gate was destroyed!"
"..?!" the chief of the guards whipped his head around. "Explain."
"Uh, some quick black thing just appeared and killed all the guards there!"
The chief's eyes narrowed.
"I-It crumbled."
"Crumbled."
A small glance to the deceased and then the chief had a strange look.
"You two. Stay and move this."
"Yes sir!"
"The rest come with me."
The chief rubbed his fingers together.
"Seems my day off is gone tomorrow."
A small sigh left the cold alley.
Three left.
[Fugitive! Stop right there! Your choice?]
****
The northern gate.
'What the hell is this beast!?'
–Crack!
With the final gate left, the chief defended it.
However, the blade not only failed to hit the target, but is even close to shattering.
"Chi– guhk–!"
[With one left, the terror will be realized! Oh the horror! Watch your step…]
The beast, looking like a wannabe wanderer, said nothing. However their face scrunched up a little.
The guards were defeated.
The hand tore out the heart and threw it randomly.
The wannabe muttered something.
Said wannabe locked eyes quickly with the chief. Flickering eyes of darkened gold stared at him.
The faintest chill running through the spine.
The tense posture with added gritted teeth.
[Say something great! Say the widest desire!]
"My desire?"
[Well yeah. I mean if you want that as a prize but–]
"I'LL DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!"
[...]
A spark of motivation.
[This is your fault.]
[What do you look so angry for!? I should be angry!]
A wide smile appeared on the wannabe's face.
Can it really be a wannabe?
'Demi-human.'
The ears twitching with fervor and the tail swishing says it all.
With a raised guard, the chief swung.
The wolf turned into dust.
"What..?"
"To get that wish, he just needs to die. The gate too."
The burning pupils stared at him.
The burning pupils of those who had fallen.
Raising their weapons and closing in.
The chief swung again with rage and the once ally turned to dust.
Confusion was the only thing he felt.
The fallen all got close and unleashed the swings.
Nothing was felt.
Piling on further confusion.
Until suddenly.
'Illusion!'
A tingling instinct warned him.
–Clang!
Behind, he barely blocked the swipe.
The look of the wolf was not at all before.
Staggered, the chief nearly fell. The blade cracking in every part.
A splitting sensation dug from the blade, unhesitantly he let go.
The wolf ripped into the armor, ripping into the soft flesh.
The chief punched the wolf, gaining some distance from it.
The wolf stopped and touched the walls.
Crooked lines like veins sprouted, with it collapsing the gate.
Dust covered everywhere.
"Now there's just one place left."
"!!!"
The same sensation with the sword erupted in the chief's arm.
"Ah, right."
Quiet footsteps stopped right in front of him.
It was clear what the end was.
Still the chief got up and tried to hit the wolf. The only response was another missing arm.
Blood splayed from the empty chest as the chief fell.
[Total brutality. This is a 'Finish him'! Kinda day isn't it?]
"H..ow…?"
[The wolf claims another meal! Now gimme those five dollars.]
[GIMME THE FIVE DO–]
— — — —
My nose is itchy.
"Can I have my prize?"
[ N o.]
"...Pretty please?"
"Yeah well I guess you earned it."
When I blinked I was sitting in the chair compared to the castle remains I sat on.
…The executive had a sign whilst They were wringing them by the throat.
{Help.} Sloppily written on it.
…If that could even be sloppy.
That looks more like cursive writing.
"What do thee wanteths?" They raised their hand in the air while still holding the executive.
"Um…"
"I can wait."
Well… I want…
"Five hundred years of a service…?"
A duck looking face of confusion appeared after they looked at me, and the executive.
"Of what."
"Livestream…"
They rolled their eyes.
"Whos?"
"C-Can I write it down instead?"
"Sure…"
A paper appeared in front of me with a pen.
Oh wait!
Maybe I can get two wishes in one!
I wrote it down in a way that seemed like just one.
"Hand it over."
I did that stiffly.
"Hmmmmmm….."
Mild surprise came on Their face. Quick glances towards me.
…The executive is looking at it too?
I suddenly feel a deathly chill coming from two holes from their mask.
"Eh put that down."
The book that appeared looked elegant.
They leaned back and thought for a bit.
"Hm."
She just kept staring at me…
Why..?
Her fists clench and unclench.
"Yeah I'll approve this one. Wait, don't I approve all of them?"
— —
A happy face.
Real fucking funny.
"Do I approve of all of them? I can't remember." most that you think are fun or interesting.
"Ah I can't remember…"
And it all sprouted from that. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Oh well."
I can feel it again.
Crushing.
I can't have a normal day. It has to be like this. It has to have shit thrown at my face.
You know who can kick this guy in the shins?
Me.
Ignorance is a bliss given by heaven. Like he has that.
His smile as he thinks about something stupid again is… like him.
It's iconic at this point.
Think I'm gonna let it happen again?
My place is here.
It's mine.
I'll kill you.
Damn Bitch.