Chapter 114
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Chapter 114:
I was walking through the market, a small smile on my face as I just eyed everything around me. There were many stalls, some people hawking their wares, and some legitimate store fronts with opens doors, beckoning people to come and take a look.
It really was a big difference from the more residential and industrial aspects, which would be expected, except there were plenty of smaller versions of this happening here or there. If there was a demand, then there would be a need.
I doubt everyone living on the fringes of Vale would want to walk all the way here then back home for some light grocery shopping.
But I digress.
I was drawing attention, but I didn't care so much right now.
"Isn't that..."
"Wasn't he a criminal, should we call the police?"
"I heard he killed a titan."
"...is he single?"
I almost tripped hearing that that last whisper, it was an older woman.....a much older woman.
Nope.
I wanted to evacuate immediately after that, but something caught me attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at a man siting at a stall, shirts hung everywhere, taking a few steps over, he seemed to notice me. "See anything you like, we have the latest—" He stopped, staring at me, then looking at one of his shirts hanging up. "Uh....."
I walked up, staring him in the eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're doing good work. I'll take five."
He turned around and quickly pocketed the money after I picked out a few sizes, eyeballing them. With my new prize, I made my way through the market for a little while longer, grabbing something here or there.
Saw a couple things I would be grabbing as gifts. Didn't want to see Kunou again without getting her a little something.
My cute little daughter.
Honestly, I kind of want to see Yasaka again as well. Izzy, I wanted to hang out with her some more.
I couldn't help but sigh as I thought about everyone I had been away from so far. I really want to complete my project and get my house connected everywhere. To have everyone know each other so I don't have to keep jumping around when I want to visit the people I care about.
As I finished up and approached Junior's club for the final time in the next few months, I stopped my moping, putting on a small smile.
"I'm back." I pushed open the doors, announcing my presence. The familiar faces of the gang met mine, some half hearted acknowledgements.
It was sort of a 'going away' party, if it could be called that.
More like, sitting around and drinking until we had to skedaddle.
"Kid, we got an update." Roman waived his hand in the air to grab my attention before pointing to Junior.
"Got a tip that Vale's going to make an announcement in solidarity with Mistral later tonight." Junior sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Didn't think they'd do it this quickly."
"Well, we prepared for the worst." I shrugged.
"You have somewhere to go?" Miltia casually asked, though she didn't do a good job of hiding that worry in her tone.
"I guess I could go visit my Daughter and her mother for a bit." I waived her off. I would see if i could stop by before heading to Skyrim with Rin and Artoria.
"You have a daughter!?" Miltia's shocked expression mirrored everyone else.
"Is that weird?" I asked.
"Damn, I have a granddaughter." Roman lit his Cigar.
"You're not my dad." I deadpanned. Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
"Actually, I put the adoption papers through." Roman retorted. "Wilhelm Torchwhick, it has a nice ring to it."
"I'm 20 years old." ....I think? Time wasn't a perfect measurable variable when in the Land of Shadows.
"Hi '20 years old', I'm dad." Roman looked very impressed with himself.
"I hate you."
"I know." He smirked.
"Can we go back to him having a daughter?" Miltia interrupted, even Neo looking interested, poking Roman to stop his shenanigans.
"What?" I looked around. "Is that so weird?"
"Yes."
"Yup."
"Definitely."
Neo gave a thumbs up.
"I don't care."
I rolled my eyes, taking out my scroll and revealing a picture of Kunou. It didn't show her tails thankfully, just her floofy ears. I actually took a picture of my phone's screen so I would have it on my scroll as well. Didn't turn out bad at all.
"A faunus?"
"She's too cute to be your daughter."
"You actually convinced a woman to sleep with you?"
I looked around the room. "I'm feeling very attacked right now. And she's not my daughter by blood, kind of got adopted by her awhile ago and this is how it turned out."
"Yeah, figured since she looks at least 10. Would be weird if you were the father." Miltia admitted.
The other nodded in agreement as I gave a flat look. "Okay so you all just wanted to take shots at me. Why did I expect any different?" I put it away.
"Stop being a baby." Miltia huffed, tapping her finger on the counter. "You could bring her around...or something when everything dies down."
"My club isn't a daycare." Junior grunted, but shrinked down when Miltia gave him a death glare. "Whatever." He dropped it pretty easily. "Just don't bring her around Roman, he's a bad influence."
"Pretty sure he's racist." Melanie added.
"I'm not Racist." Roman defended himself. "I'm offended that you would think so low of me."
"Aren't you constantly saying racist shit towards Faunus?" Melanie asked.
"First off." He set his cigar on an ashtray. "I do that on purpose because the majority of the Faunus we work with are involved with that white fang terrorist crap."
"So you just do it to piss them off?" I looked at him.
"If that would not be too much trouble." She seemed pleased.
"You know, you're allowed to ask things of me. The worst that I can do is say no." I didn't want her to be afraid of me, it left a strange feeling in my stomach.
She smiled bright at that. "If that is what my master desires." She walked up, touching the lamp. "The Relic has certain features to it." She stated, as it began to shrink down to a size which I could fit in my palm.
"Well, that's convenient." I blinked at the small object now. "Makes me wonder if I can mess with it some more." I rubbed my chin in thought. "The outer shell seems entirely malleable even with the concepts woven into its creation. Did your brother gods not think anyone would mess with it after it was created?"
"Is that a question?" The dry look she gave me basically confirmed my guess.
"They weren't the most intelligent sort....were they?"
She let out an uncharacteristic groan. "Is that a question?"
"I sense some hostility there." I laughed. "But I do have a question to ask.
She perked up immediately, the area around us freezing in time. She played it up, magics floating around us, building up the atmosphere. "Ask your final question for this century."
I thought of something, a mischievous smile formed on my face. "Actually, I changed my mind."
She just blinked, nodding as the effects around us dissipated.
"You know what? I actually will have that question now."
Once again, time paused. "What is your –"
"Changed my mind."
Time resumed.
"On second thought...."
Time paused.
"Nah, better not."
Time resumed.
"Oh, I suddenly thought of –"
"NO!" She huffed, crossing her arms, pouting in annoyance.
"Fine, Fine. I'll do it for real." I tried to appease her, perhaps I was teasing her too much just now. But she didn't shake her annoyed expression. I walked up as she turned away, arms wrapping around her. "Jinn." I lightly caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I went too far."
She huffed again, not answering.
"Jinn~ What can I do to apologize?" I whispered, next to her ear before they truly caught my attention. They were very cute, very pointy, I couldn't help myself.
Nom.
"Hnn" She made a little sound, a squeak in surprise escaped her lips.
I paused, releasing her ear, looking down at her face which was turning a bright shade of red. "Oh my, are your ears sensitive?" Made me want to keep nibbling.
"I-is that a question?" She turned even redder. "I want to speak with Ddraig." She changed the subject.
I raised an eyebrow, summoning the boosted Gear.
"[Hello, Jinn.]" Ddraig greeted happily.
"Hello, Ddriag." Jinn was happy to return the greeting. It was probably something she wasn't used to , an experience that was still novel. " I have a question.
"[Oh, ask away.]"
"Is it possible to take things into that gauntlet?" She pointed at the boosted gear.
"[It is, do you wish to come and stay in here with me?]"
"Can I truly?" Her eyes lit up.
Huh, I didn't think about that. "If he agrees and that's what you want." I added. It would be a good way for her to have company instead of me keeping her in her Lamp all the time.
"[I have never had a roommate before.]" Ddraig seemed amused. "[Though, this is more of a prison for me, you would be sequestered to the side, unfortunately. But we will be able to speak when ever you wish.]"
Jinn looked excite at the prospect, and I'm glad it made her happy. "Does that mean I'm out of the dog house?"
She turned back at me, a small twitch on her lips. "Ask your question." She still turned slightly red.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." I put my hands up in surrender.
"Hmph" She raised her hands and time stopped again.
"[This is really a nice application of magic.]" Ddraig commented.
"Thank you." She beamed again. "Atleast someone appreciates my effort." She glared at me.
"Okay, I deserved that." I admitted before getting serious. "Since we're leaving soon, I figured I would see the origin of the Grimm." It was on the old man's list. He was curious how they came about, but at this point it was probably an easy to guess at who created them.
The familiar scene occurred, knowledge flooding the surroundings, conveying their contents in more than just words.
The brother gods. One of Light, and one of Darkness.
It was the god of darkness who created them grimm. His motivations were hard to discern, I suppose I didn't word my question as broadly to allow that.
It shifted as many types of grimm were created, some by hand, some mutations, and others surprisingly evolved over time or with a purpose. The older they became, the more intelligent until they cast off their 'construct' origins and became something akin to phantasmal species.
"Fascinating." I made many mental notes until the visions shifted again.
A woman appeared on the screen, becoming the predominant focus. Red eyes, pale skin, cursed marks on her body. She stood above these huge pools of inky darkness as more grimm emerged in new shapes and forms.
"Salem, the Queen of the Grimm." Jinn revealed. "She is --"
"Step on me mommy."
"What?" The scenes collapsed abruptly.
"[What?]"
"....What?"
***
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Chapter 114:
I was walking through the market, a small smile on my face as I just eyed everything around me. There were many stalls, some people hawking their wares, and some legitimate store fronts with opens doors, beckoning people to come and take a look.
It really was a big difference from the more residential and industrial aspects, which would be expected, except there were plenty of smaller versions of this happening here or there. If there was a demand, then there would be a need.
I doubt everyone living on the fringes of Vale would want to walk all the way here then back home for some light grocery shopping.
But I digress.
I was drawing attention, but I didn't care so much right now.
"Isn't that..."
"Wasn't he a criminal, should we call the police?"
"I heard he killed a titan."
"...is he single?"
I almost tripped hearing that that last whisper, it was an older woman.....a much older woman.
Nope.
I wanted to evacuate immediately after that, but something caught me attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at a man siting at a stall, shirts hung everywhere, taking a few steps over, he seemed to notice me. "See anything you like, we have the latest—" He stopped, staring at me, then looking at one of his shirts hanging up. "Uh....."
I walked up, staring him in the eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're doing good work. I'll take five."
He turned around and quickly pocketed the money after I picked out a few sizes, eyeballing them. With my new prize, I made my way through the market for a little while longer, grabbing something here or there.
Saw a couple things I would be grabbing as gifts. Didn't want to see Kunou again without getting her a little something.
My cute little daughter.
Honestly, I kind of want to see Yasaka again as well. Izzy, I wanted to hang out with her some more.
I couldn't help but sigh as I thought about everyone I had been away from so far. I really want to complete my project and get my house connected everywhere. To have everyone know each other so I don't have to keep jumping around when I want to visit the people I care about.
As I finished up and approached Junior's club for the final time in the next few months, I stopped my moping, putting on a small smile.
"I'm back." I pushed open the doors, announcing my presence. The familiar faces of the gang met mine, some half hearted acknowledgements.
It was sort of a 'going away' party, if it could be called that.
More like, sitting around and drinking until we had to skedaddle.
"Kid, we got an update." Roman waived his hand in the air to grab my attention before pointing to Junior.
"Got a tip that Vale's going to make an announcement in solidarity with Mistral later tonight." Junior sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Didn't think they'd do it this quickly."
"Well, we prepared for the worst." I shrugged.
"You have somewhere to go?" Miltia casually asked, though she didn't do a good job of hiding that worry in her tone.
"I guess I could go visit my Daughter and her mother for a bit." I waived her off. I would see if i could stop by before heading to Skyrim with Rin and Artoria.
"You have a daughter!?" Miltia's shocked expression mirrored everyone else.
"Is that weird?" I asked.
"Damn, I have a granddaughter." Roman lit his Cigar.
"You're not my dad." I deadpanned. Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
"Actually, I put the adoption papers through." Roman retorted. "Wilhelm Torchwhick, it has a nice ring to it."
"I'm 20 years old." ....I think? Time wasn't a perfect measurable variable when in the Land of Shadows.
"Hi '20 years old', I'm dad." Roman looked very impressed with himself.
"I hate you."
"I know." He smirked.
"Can we go back to him having a daughter?" Miltia interrupted, even Neo looking interested, poking Roman to stop his shenanigans.
"What?" I looked around. "Is that so weird?"
"Yes."
"Yup."
"Definitely."
Neo gave a thumbs up.
"I don't care."
I rolled my eyes, taking out my scroll and revealing a picture of Kunou. It didn't show her tails thankfully, just her floofy ears. I actually took a picture of my phone's screen so I would have it on my scroll as well. Didn't turn out bad at all.
"A faunus?"
"She's too cute to be your daughter."
"You actually convinced a woman to sleep with you?"
I looked around the room. "I'm feeling very attacked right now. And she's not my daughter by blood, kind of got adopted by her awhile ago and this is how it turned out."
"Yeah, figured since she looks at least 10. Would be weird if you were the father." Miltia admitted.
The other nodded in agreement as I gave a flat look. "Okay so you all just wanted to take shots at me. Why did I expect any different?" I put it away.
"Stop being a baby." Miltia huffed, tapping her finger on the counter. "You could bring her around...or something when everything dies down."
"My club isn't a daycare." Junior grunted, but shrinked down when Miltia gave him a death glare. "Whatever." He dropped it pretty easily. "Just don't bring her around Roman, he's a bad influence."
"Pretty sure he's racist." Melanie added.
"I'm not Racist." Roman defended himself. "I'm offended that you would think so low of me."
"Aren't you constantly saying racist shit towards Faunus?" Melanie asked.
"First off." He set his cigar on an ashtray. "I do that on purpose because the majority of the Faunus we work with are involved with that white fang terrorist crap."
"So you just do it to piss them off?" I looked at him.
"If that would not be too much trouble." She seemed pleased.
"You know, you're allowed to ask things of me. The worst that I can do is say no." I didn't want her to be afraid of me, it left a strange feeling in my stomach.
She smiled bright at that. "If that is what my master desires." She walked up, touching the lamp. "The Relic has certain features to it." She stated, as it began to shrink down to a size which I could fit in my palm.
"Well, that's convenient." I blinked at the small object now. "Makes me wonder if I can mess with it some more." I rubbed my chin in thought. "The outer shell seems entirely malleable even with the concepts woven into its creation. Did your brother gods not think anyone would mess with it after it was created?"
"Is that a question?" The dry look she gave me basically confirmed my guess.
"They weren't the most intelligent sort....were they?"
She let out an uncharacteristic groan. "Is that a question?"
"I sense some hostility there." I laughed. "But I do have a question to ask.
She perked up immediately, the area around us freezing in time. She played it up, magics floating around us, building up the atmosphere. "Ask your final question for this century."
I thought of something, a mischievous smile formed on my face. "Actually, I changed my mind."
She just blinked, nodding as the effects around us dissipated.
"You know what? I actually will have that question now."
Once again, time paused. "What is your –"
"Changed my mind."
Time resumed.
"On second thought...."
Time paused.
"Nah, better not."
Time resumed.
"Oh, I suddenly thought of –"
"NO!" She huffed, crossing her arms, pouting in annoyance.
"Fine, Fine. I'll do it for real." I tried to appease her, perhaps I was teasing her too much just now. But she didn't shake her annoyed expression. I walked up as she turned away, arms wrapping around her. "Jinn." I lightly caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I went too far."
She huffed again, not answering.
"Jinn~ What can I do to apologize?" I whispered, next to her ear before they truly caught my attention. They were very cute, very pointy, I couldn't help myself.
Nom.
"Hnn" She made a little sound, a squeak in surprise escaped her lips.
I paused, releasing her ear, looking down at her face which was turning a bright shade of red. "Oh my, are your ears sensitive?" Made me want to keep nibbling.
"I-is that a question?" She turned even redder. "I want to speak with Ddraig." She changed the subject.
I raised an eyebrow, summoning the boosted Gear.
"[Hello, Jinn.]" Ddraig greeted happily.
"Hello, Ddriag." Jinn was happy to return the greeting. It was probably something she wasn't used to , an experience that was still novel. " I have a question.
"[Oh, ask away.]"
"Is it possible to take things into that gauntlet?" She pointed at the boosted gear.
"[It is, do you wish to come and stay in here with me?]"
"Can I truly?" Her eyes lit up.
Huh, I didn't think about that. "If he agrees and that's what you want." I added. It would be a good way for her to have company instead of me keeping her in her Lamp all the time.
"[I have never had a roommate before.]" Ddraig seemed amused. "[Though, this is more of a prison for me, you would be sequestered to the side, unfortunately. But we will be able to speak when ever you wish.]"
Jinn looked excite at the prospect, and I'm glad it made her happy. "Does that mean I'm out of the dog house?"
She turned back at me, a small twitch on her lips. "Ask your question." She still turned slightly red.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." I put my hands up in surrender.
"Hmph" She raised her hands and time stopped again.
"[This is really a nice application of magic.]" Ddraig commented.
"Thank you." She beamed again. "Atleast someone appreciates my effort." She glared at me.
"Okay, I deserved that." I admitted before getting serious. "Since we're leaving soon, I figured I would see the origin of the Grimm." It was on the old man's list. He was curious how they came about, but at this point it was probably an easy to guess at who created them.
The familiar scene occurred, knowledge flooding the surroundings, conveying their contents in more than just words.
The brother gods. One of Light, and one of Darkness.
It was the god of darkness who created them grimm. His motivations were hard to discern, I suppose I didn't word my question as broadly to allow that.
It shifted as many types of grimm were created, some by hand, some mutations, and others surprisingly evolved over time or with a purpose. The older they became, the more intelligent until they cast off their 'construct' origins and became something akin to phantasmal species.
"Fascinating." I made many mental notes until the visions shifted again.
A woman appeared on the screen, becoming the predominant focus. Red eyes, pale skin, cursed marks on her body. She stood above these huge pools of inky darkness as more grimm emerged in new shapes and forms.
"Salem, the Queen of the Grimm." Jinn revealed. "She is --"
"Step on me mommy."
"What?" The scenes collapsed abruptly.
"[What?]"
"....What?"
***
Just another reminder, I won't be posting tomorrow, on Wednesdays anymore. But up next is the Ozpin interlude.
Anyways, if you want to read 5 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone
Chapter 114:I was walking through the market, a small smile on my face as I just eyed everything around me. There were many stalls, some people hawking their wares, and some legitimate store fronts with opens doors, beckoning people to come and take a look. It really was a big difference from the more residential and industrial aspects, which would be expected, except there were plenty of smaller versions of this happening here or there. If there was a demand, then there would be a need. I doubt everyone living on the fringes of Vale would want to walk all the way here then back home for some light grocery shopping. But I digress. I was drawing attention, but I didn't care so much right now. "Isn't that..." "Wasn't he a criminal, should we call the police?" "I heard he killed a titan." "...is he single?" I almost tripped hearing that that last whisper, it was an older woman.....a much older woman. Nope. I wanted to evacuate immediately after that, but something caught me attention out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at a man siting at a stall, shirts hung everywhere, taking a few steps over, he seemed to notice me. "See anything you like, we have the latest" He stopped, staring at me, then looking at one of his shirts hanging up. "Uh....." I walked up, staring him in the eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're doing good work. I'll take five." He turned around and quickly pocketed the money after I picked out a few sizes, eyeballing them. With my new prize, I made my way through the market for a little while longer, grabbing something here or there. Saw a couple things I would be grabbing as gifts. Didn't want to see Kunou again without getting her a little something. My cute little daughter. Honestly, I kind of want to see Yasaka again as well. Izzy, I wanted to hang out with her some more. I couldn't help but sigh as I thought about everyone I had been away from so far. I really want to complete my project and get my house connected everywhere. To have everyone know each other so I don't have to keep jumping around when I want to visit the people I care about. As I finished up and approached Junior's club for the final time in the next few months, I stopped my moping, putting on a small smile. "I'm back." I pushed open the doors, announcing my presence. The familiar faces of the gang met mine, some half hearted acknowledgements. It was sort of a 'going away' party, if it could be called that. More like, sitting around and drinking until we had to skedaddle. "Kid, we got an update." Roman waived his hand in the air to grab my attention before pointing to Junior. "Got a tip that Vale's going to make an announcement in solidarity with Mistral later tonight." Junior sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Didn't think they'd do it this quickly." "Well, we prepared for the worst." I shrugged. "You have somewhere to go?" Miltia casually asked, though she didn't do a good job of hiding that worry in her tone. "I guess I could go visit my Daughter and her mother for a bit." I waived her off. I would see if i could stop by before heading to Skyrim with Rin and Artoria. "You have a daughter!?" Miltia's shocked expression mirrored everyone else. "Is that weird?" I asked. "Damn, I have a granddaughter." Roman lit his Cigar. "You're not my dad." I deadpanned. NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln."Actually, I put the adoption papers through." Roman retorted. "Wilhelm Torchwhick, it has a nice ring to it." "I'm 20 years old." ....I think? Time wasn't a perfect measurable variable when in the Land of Shadows. "Hi '20 years old', I'm dad." Roman looked very impressed with himself. "I hate you." "I know." He smirked. "Can we go back to him having a daughter?" Miltia interrupted, even Neo looking interested, poking Roman to stop his shenanigans. "What?" I looked around. "Is that so weird?" "Yes." "Yup." "Definitely." Neo gave a thumbs up. "I don't care." I rolled my eyes, taking out my scroll and revealing a picture of Kunou. It didn't show her tails thankfully, just her floofy ears. I actually took a picture of my phone's screen so I would have it on my scroll as well. Didn't turn out bad at all. "A faunus?" "She's too cute to be your daughter." "You actually convinced a woman to sleep with you?" I looked around the room. "I'm feeling very attacked right now. And she's not my daughter by blood, kind of got adopted by her awhile ago and this is how it turned out." "Yeah, figured since she looks at least 10. Would be weird if you were the father." Miltia admitted. The other nodded in agreement as I gave a flat look. "Okay so you all just wanted to take shots at me. Why did I expect any different?" I put it away. "Stop being a baby." Miltia huffed, tapping her finger on the counter. "You could bring her around...or something when everything dies down." "My club isn't a daycare." Junior grunted, but shrinked down when Miltia gave him a death glare. "Whatever." He dropped it pretty easily. "Just don't bring her around Roman, he's a bad influence." "Pretty sure he's racist." Melanie added. "I'm not Racist." Roman defended himself. "I'm offended that you would think so low of me." "Aren't you constantly saying racist shit towards Faunus?" Melanie asked. "First off." He set his cigar on an ashtray. "I do that on purpose because the majority of the Faunus we work with are involved with that white fang terrorist crap." "So you just do it to piss them off?" I looked at him. "If that would not be too much trouble." She seemed pleased. "You know, you're allowed to ask things of me. The worst that I can do is say no." I didn't want her to be afraid of me, it left a strange feeling in my stomach. She smiled bright at that. "If that is what my master desires." She walked up, touching the lamp. "The Relic has certain features to it." She stated, as it began to shrink down to a size which I could fit in my palm. "Well, that's convenient." I blinked at the small object now. "Makes me wonder if I can mess with it some more." I rubbed my chin in thought. "The outer shell seems entirely malleable even with the concepts woven into its creation. Did your brother gods not think anyone would mess with it after it was created?" "Is that a question?" The dry look she gave me basically confirmed my guess. "They weren't the most intelligent sort....were they?" She let out an uncharacteristic groan. "Is that a question?" "I sense some hostility there." I laughed. "But I do have a question to ask. She perked up immediately, the area around us freezing in time. She played it up, magics floating around us, building up the atmosphere. "Ask your final question for this century." I thought of something, a mischievous smile formed on my face. "Actually, I changed my mind." She just blinked, nodding as the effects around us dissipated. "You know what? I actually will have that question now." Once again, time paused. "What is your " "Changed my mind." Time resumed. "On second thought...." Time paused. "Nah, better not." Time resumed. "Oh, I suddenly thought of " "NO!" She huffed, crossing her arms, pouting in annoyance. "Fine, Fine. I'll do it for real." I tried to appease her, perhaps I was teasing her too much just now. But she didn't shake her annoyed expression. I walked up as she turned away, arms wrapping around her. "Jinn." I lightly caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry, I went too far." She huffed again, not answering. "Jinn~ What can I do to apologize?" I whispered, next to her ear before they truly caught my attention. They were very cute, very pointy, I couldn't help myself. Nom. "Hnn" She made a little sound, a squeak in surprise escaped her lips. I paused, releasing her ear, looking down at her face which was turning a bright shade of red. "Oh my, are your ears sensitive?" Made me want to keep nibbling. "I-is that a question?" She turned even redder. "I want to speak with Ddraig." She changed the subject. I raised an eyebrow, summoning the boosted Gear. "Hello, Jinn." Ddraig greeted happily. "Hello, Ddriag." Jinn was happy to return the greeting. It was probably something she wasn't used to , an experience that was still novel. " I have a question. "Oh, ask away." "Is it possible to take things into that gauntlet?" She pointed at the boosted gear. "It is, do you wish to come and stay in here with me?" "Can I truly?" Her eyes lit up. Huh, I didn't think about that. "If he agrees and that's what you want." I added. It would be a good way for her to have company instead of me keeping her in her Lamp all the time. "I have never had a roommate before." Ddraig seemed amused. "Though, this is more of a prison for me, you would be sequestered to the side, unfortunately. But we will be able to speak when ever you wish." Jinn looked excite at the prospect, and I'm glad it made her happy. "Does that mean I'm out of the dog house?" She turned back at me, a small twitch on her lips. "Ask your question." She still turned slightly red. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore." I put my hands up in surrender. "Hmph" She raised her hands and time stopped again. "This is really a nice application of magic." Ddraig commented. "Thank you." She beamed again. "Atleast someone appreciates my effort." She glared at me. "Okay, I deserved that." I admitted before getting serious. "Since we're leaving soon, I figured I would see the origin of the Grimm." It was on the old man's list. He was curious how they came about, but at this point it was probably an easy to guess at who created them. The familiar scene occurred, knowledge flooding the surroundings, conveying their contents in more than just words. The brother gods. One of Light, and one of Darkness. It was the god of darkness who created them grimm. His motivations were hard to discern, I suppose I didn't word my question as broadly to allow that. It shifted as many types of grimm were created, some by hand, some mutations, and others surprisingly evolved over time or with a purpose. The older they became, the more intelligent until they cast off their 'construct' origins and became something akin to phantasmal species. "Fascinating." I made many mental notes until the visions shifted again. A woman appeared on the screen, becoming the predominant focus. Red eyes, pale skin, cursed marks on her body. She stood above these huge pools of inky darkness as more grimm emerged in new shapes and forms. "Salem, the Queen of the Grimm." Jinn revealed. "She is --" "Step on me mommy." "What?" The scenes collapsed abruptly. "What?" "....What?" *** Just another reminder, I won't be posting tomorrow, on Wednesdays anymore. But up next is the Ozpin interlude. Anyways, if you want to read 5 chapters ahead or support me, visit my /astoryforone
