Chapter 4: Gibson
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Chapter 4: Gibson
Chance awoke to something soft. He shifted, feeling the comforting embrace of a blanket wrapped around him. It had been a long time since hed been in a bed this comfortable. He wearily opened his eyes and came face to face with Gibson.
He was lying in a small stone room, and the grizzled man sat directly in front of his bed, leaning over his face. Chance yelped, sitting up so fast that he drove his forehead into the older mans. It was like hitting a brick wall. He flopped back to the bed, clutching his head and groaning.
Shit. What are you doing? Gibson snarled.
Sorry, Chance groaned, moving his hands. Then he froze. He was out of the alleys. Im free! Im actually free!
He flopped back into the bed, relief replaced by a hysterical laugh. Confusion and concern warred on Gibsons face.
What in the world are you on about, boy? Gibson snarled. You cant stumble into a Shikari training field and just demand food and water like a dying man before collapsing.
I where am I?
I just told you. A Shikari training field, Gibson said irritably. He shoved a glass of water into Chances hands. He drained it greedily, not stopping for air until it was finished.
No. Where am I? Theres magic and monster dogs and infinite alleyways that never end, Chance rambled.
Gibsons eyes narrowed. Youre a new arrival?
I dont know what that means.
You died, Gibson said. And someone sent you here. Correct?
I yeah. Yeah. Does this happen a lot?
More than it should, Gibson muttered. What world are you from, boy?
Earth.
Gibsons expression darkened. Of course. Why are you wandering around like a lost idiot, then? Did Terrence kick you out?
Terrence? Chance asked, licking his lips and glancing around. Gibson handed him another glass of water, and he drained it.
You know the man who greeted you?
Nobody greeted me, Chance said.
Not counting Yamish, but I really hope that isnt who they normally have greet anyone.
Unless you meant the dog. Sorry about that if you did. He tried to kill me.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
What are you going on about? Gibson asked, baffled. You didnt kill Terrence. I talked with the old bastard this morning.
No, he didnt look very old. It was a dog. How are you supposed to know how old a dog is? It was a little busy trying to kill me.
Terrence isnt a dog.
Oh. Then Im probably fine, Chance said. Because I killed a dog. A lot of them, actually. God. Im going to hell for that. They werent really dogs, if you think about it. No dog looks like that. Dogs like pets, not ripping peoples throats out.
Are you talking about a Soothound? Gibsons eyes narrowed. What were you doing fighting them?
Mister, I have absolutely no idea whats going on, Chance said. I woke up in an alleyway and stumbled around in them for ages.
Gibson stared at Chance. What? You didnt arrive in the arrival room?
Is it an alley?
No.
Thats a yes.
Then I guess Id like to be a Shikari, Chance said. They help people, right?
Gibsons face softened slightly. Yes. Theyre the barrier that keeps the people of Gleam safe from the demons that lurk within and outside of it. It is a noble profession, and many who wish to study at the Academy start as a Shikari for experience and money.
Then I think thats the way to go, Chance decided.
Theres no point just sitting around. Im not going to be nothing this time. This is the opportunity Bob told me about, and Im going to wring it for everything I can. This time, Im going to be someone of note.
I thought you might say that, Gibson said with a sigh, all traces of kindness in his face gone. Earthlings. Always the same. Get up, then. I took care of the paperwork already.
Chance slipped out of bed and carefully rose to his feet. They held him well enough, and he had to hurry to catch up with Gibson, who was already heading out of the room. The two walked out, back into the training fields.
Where are we going? Chance asked.
Shikari Lane, Gibson replied curtly. Chance took the hint and fell silent as they walked an iron gate a different one from the gate hed entered the field through.
Chance took the opportunity to marvel at the city around them. Towering buildings rose up in the near distance, and a rider on a huge bird occasionally flew overhead. Flashes of magic danced near the people training around them, clashing with showers of brilliant sparks.
Do you have any experience?
Huh? With what? Chance asked, tearing his gaze away from a pair of sparring kids that couldnt have been much older than him.
Fighting.
Ive gotten into a brawl or two, but I dont think that would really count as knowing how to fight, Chance replied with an awkward chuckle. So, no. I guess. Not unless you count the dogs.
Youll need a more experienced team member, then, Gibson said with a sigh. They came up to a tall, iron gate. The ends were pointed like leaves and looked sharp enough to cut. On the other end was a large street dotted with houses.
They looked about as normal as they could get. While there was some variation between them, most of the houses were either one or two stories and painted in muted colors. Each of them had a metal plate on their door with an inscription on it.
Gibson pushed the gate open and walked out onto the street, tapping his chin. Chance struggled to keep up with the older mans gait. They strode down the street, then came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the two-story houses.
Could you tell me whats going on? Chance asked carefully.
Im trying to determine what team to put you with.
Team?
Youre going to be training and fighting, boy. Do you think you can do that on your own? Can you become powerful without aid? With no support from anyone but your own, gods given talent?
Chance stepped back as Gibsons voice rose with every sentence. They stared at each other for a second. Then Gibson gritted his teeth and turned away. Never mind. Yes, you need a team. Every recruit is put into a team of three until they become Knight ranked.
Why thr
Because if one of you gets hurt, the other two can carry them to safety, Gibson said, cutting Chance off before he could even finish his question. And, before you ask, if two of you get injured you screwed up. Dont.
Chance opened his mouth.
No more questions right now. Im the Head Trainer, not your personal tutor, Gibson said. Your team will have someone assigned to it thats there specifically for all your questions. Presumably someone who did something dumb enough to get demoted into this job.
Chance wisely chose to shut his mouth. His question about teams had really struck a nerve with Gibson for some reason, and he resolved to try to figure out why so he could avoid mistakenly pressing it in the future.
This one will do, Gibson said, clicking his tongue. Memorize this house. Itll be where youre staying for the foreseeable future.
Okay. Are the rest of my team here already?
No clue. Gibson walked up to the house with Chase at his heels and knocked on the door. Hopefully. If they arent, youre explaining this yourself. Im not standing around all day.
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Chapter 4: Gibson
Chance awoke to something soft. He shifted, feeling the comforting embrace of a blanket wrapped around him. It had been a long time since hed been in a bed this comfortable. He wearily opened his eyes and came face to face with Gibson.
He was lying in a small stone room, and the grizzled man sat directly in front of his bed, leaning over his face. Chance yelped, sitting up so fast that he drove his forehead into the older mans. It was like hitting a brick wall. He flopped back to the bed, clutching his head and groaning.
Shit. What are you doing? Gibson snarled.
Sorry, Chance groaned, moving his hands. Then he froze. He was out of the alleys. Im free! Im actually free!
He flopped back into the bed, relief replaced by a hysterical laugh. Confusion and concern warred on Gibsons face.
What in the world are you on about, boy? Gibson snarled. You cant stumble into a Shikari training field and just demand food and water like a dying man before collapsing.
I where am I?
I just told you. A Shikari training field, Gibson said irritably. He shoved a glass of water into Chances hands. He drained it greedily, not stopping for air until it was finished.
No. Where am I? Theres magic and monster dogs and infinite alleyways that never end, Chance rambled.
Gibsons eyes narrowed. Youre a new arrival?
I dont know what that means.
You died, Gibson said. And someone sent you here. Correct?
I yeah. Yeah. Does this happen a lot?
More than it should, Gibson muttered. What world are you from, boy?
Earth.
Gibsons expression darkened. Of course. Why are you wandering around like a lost idiot, then? Did Terrence kick you out?
Terrence? Chance asked, licking his lips and glancing around. Gibson handed him another glass of water, and he drained it.
You know the man who greeted you?
Nobody greeted me, Chance said.
Not counting Yamish, but I really hope that isnt who they normally have greet anyone.
Unless you meant the dog. Sorry about that if you did. He tried to kill me.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
What are you going on about? Gibson asked, baffled. You didnt kill Terrence. I talked with the old bastard this morning.
No, he didnt look very old. It was a dog. How are you supposed to know how old a dog is? It was a little busy trying to kill me.
Terrence isnt a dog.
Oh. Then Im probably fine, Chance said. Because I killed a dog. A lot of them, actually. God. Im going to hell for that. They werent really dogs, if you think about it. No dog looks like that. Dogs like pets, not ripping peoples throats out.
Are you talking about a Soothound? Gibsons eyes narrowed. What were you doing fighting them?
Mister, I have absolutely no idea whats going on, Chance said. I woke up in an alleyway and stumbled around in them for ages.
Gibson stared at Chance. What? You didnt arrive in the arrival room?
Is it an alley?
No.
Thats a yes.
Then I guess Id like to be a Shikari, Chance said. They help people, right?
Gibsons face softened slightly. Yes. Theyre the barrier that keeps the people of Gleam safe from the demons that lurk within and outside of it. It is a noble profession, and many who wish to study at the Academy start as a Shikari for experience and money.
Then I think thats the way to go, Chance decided.
Theres no point just sitting around. Im not going to be nothing this time. This is the opportunity Bob told me about, and Im going to wring it for everything I can. This time, Im going to be someone of note.
I thought you might say that, Gibson said with a sigh, all traces of kindness in his face gone. Earthlings. Always the same. Get up, then. I took care of the paperwork already.
Chance slipped out of bed and carefully rose to his feet. They held him well enough, and he had to hurry to catch up with Gibson, who was already heading out of the room. The two walked out, back into the training fields.
Where are we going? Chance asked.
Shikari Lane, Gibson replied curtly. Chance took the hint and fell silent as they walked an iron gate a different one from the gate hed entered the field through.
Chance took the opportunity to marvel at the city around them. Towering buildings rose up in the near distance, and a rider on a huge bird occasionally flew overhead. Flashes of magic danced near the people training around them, clashing with showers of brilliant sparks.
Do you have any experience?
Huh? With what? Chance asked, tearing his gaze away from a pair of sparring kids that couldnt have been much older than him.
Fighting.
Ive gotten into a brawl or two, but I dont think that would really count as knowing how to fight, Chance replied with an awkward chuckle. So, no. I guess. Not unless you count the dogs.
Youll need a more experienced team member, then, Gibson said with a sigh. They came up to a tall, iron gate. The ends were pointed like leaves and looked sharp enough to cut. On the other end was a large street dotted with houses.
They looked about as normal as they could get. While there was some variation between them, most of the houses were either one or two stories and painted in muted colors. Each of them had a metal plate on their door with an inscription on it.
Gibson pushed the gate open and walked out onto the street, tapping his chin. Chance struggled to keep up with the older mans gait. They strode down the street, then came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the two-story houses.
Could you tell me whats going on? Chance asked carefully.
Im trying to determine what team to put you with.
Team?
Youre going to be training and fighting, boy. Do you think you can do that on your own? Can you become powerful without aid? With no support from anyone but your own, gods given talent?
Chance stepped back as Gibsons voice rose with every sentence. They stared at each other for a second. Then Gibson gritted his teeth and turned away. Never mind. Yes, you need a team. Every recruit is put into a team of three until they become Knight ranked.
Why thr
Because if one of you gets hurt, the other two can carry them to safety, Gibson said, cutting Chance off before he could even finish his question. And, before you ask, if two of you get injured you screwed up. Dont.
Chance opened his mouth.
No more questions right now. Im the Head Trainer, not your personal tutor, Gibson said. Your team will have someone assigned to it thats there specifically for all your questions. Presumably someone who did something dumb enough to get demoted into this job.
Chance wisely chose to shut his mouth. His question about teams had really struck a nerve with Gibson for some reason, and he resolved to try to figure out why so he could avoid mistakenly pressing it in the future.
This one will do, Gibson said, clicking his tongue. Memorize this house. Itll be where youre staying for the foreseeable future.
Okay. Are the rest of my team here already?
No clue. Gibson walked up to the house with Chase at his heels and knocked on the door. Hopefully. If they arent, youre explaining this yourself. Im not standing around all day.
Chapter 4: GibsonChance awoke to something soft. He shifted, feeling the comforting embrace of a blanket wrapped around him. It had been a long time since hed been in a bed this comfortable. He wearily opened his eyes and came face to face with Gibson.He was lying in a small stone room, and the grizzled man sat directly in front of his bed, leaning over his face. Chance yelped, sitting up so fast that he drove his forehead into the older mans. It was like hitting a brick wall. He flopped back to the bed, clutching his head and groaning.Shit. What are you doing? Gibson snarled.Sorry, Chance groaned, moving his hands. Then he froze. He was out of the alleys. Im free! Im actually free!He flopped back into the bed, relief replaced by a hysterical laugh. Confusion and concern warred on Gibsons face.What in the world are you on about, boy? Gibson snarled. You cant stumble into a Shikari training field and just demand food and water like a dying man before collapsing.I where am I?I just told you. A Shikari training field, Gibson said irritably. He shoved a glass of water into Chances hands. He drained it greedily, not stopping for air until it was finished.No. Where am I? Theres magic and monster dogs and infinite alleyways that never end, Chance rambled.Gibsons eyes narrowed. Youre a new arrival?I dont know what that means.You died, Gibson said. And someone sent you here. Correct?I yeah. Yeah. Does this happen a lot?More than it should, Gibson muttered. What world are you from, boy?Earth.Gibsons expression darkened. Of course. Why are you wandering around like a lost idiot, then? Did Terrence kick you out?Terrence? Chance asked, licking his lips and glancing around. Gibson handed him another glass of water, and he drained it.You know the man who greeted you?Nobody greeted me, Chance said.Not counting Yamish, but I really hope that isnt who they normally have greet anyone.Unless you meant the dog. Sorry about that if you did. He tried to kill me.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.What are you going on about? Gibson asked, baffled. You didnt kill Terrence. I talked with the old bastard this morning.No, he didnt look very old. It was a dog. How are you supposed to know how old a dog is? It was a little busy trying to kill me.Terrence isnt a dog.Oh. Then Im probably fine, Chance said. Because I killed a dog. A lot of them, actually. God. Im going to hell for that. They werent really dogs, if you think about it. No dog looks like that. Dogs like pets, not ripping peoples throats out.Are you talking about a Soothound? Gibsons eyes narrowed. What were you doing fighting them?Mister, I have absolutely no idea whats going on, Chance said. I woke up in an alleyway and stumbled around in them for ages.Gibson stared at Chance. What? You didnt arrive in the arrival room?Is it an alley?No.Thats a yes. Then I guess Id like to be a Shikari, Chance said. They help people, right?Gibsons face softened slightly. Yes. Theyre the barrier that keeps the people of Gleam safe from the demons that lurk within and outside of it. It is a noble profession, and many who wish to study at the Academy start as a Shikari for experience and money.Then I think thats the way to go, Chance decided.Theres no point just sitting around. Im not going to be nothing this time. This is the opportunity Bob told me about, and Im going to wring it for everything I can. This time, Im going to be someone of note.I thought you might say that, Gibson said with a sigh, all traces of kindness in his face gone. Earthlings. Always the same. Get up, then. I took care of the paperwork already.Chance slipped out of bed and carefully rose to his feet. They held him well enough, and he had to hurry to catch up with Gibson, who was already heading out of the room. The two walked out, back into the training fields.Where are we going? Chance asked.Shikari Lane, Gibson replied curtly. Chance took the hint and fell silent as they walked an iron gate a different one from the gate hed entered the field through.Chance took the opportunity to marvel at the city around them. Towering buildings rose up in the near distance, and a rider on a huge bird occasionally flew overhead. Flashes of magic danced near the people training around them, clashing with showers of brilliant sparks.Do you have any experience?Huh? With what? Chance asked, tearing his gaze away from a pair of sparring kids that couldnt have been much older than him.Fighting.Ive gotten into a brawl or two, but I dont think that would really count as knowing how to fight, Chance replied with an awkward chuckle. So, no. I guess. Not unless you count the dogs.Youll need a more experienced team member, then, Gibson said with a sigh. They came up to a tall, iron gate. The ends were pointed like leaves and looked sharp enough to cut. On the other end was a large street dotted with houses.They looked about as normal as they could get. While there was some variation between them, most of the houses were either one or two stories and painted in muted colors. Each of them had a metal plate on their door with an inscription on it.Gibson pushed the gate open and walked out onto the street, tapping his chin. Chance struggled to keep up with the older mans gait. They strode down the street, then came to an abrupt stop in front of one of the two-story houses.Could you tell me whats going on? Chance asked carefully.Im trying to determine what team to put you with.Team?Youre going to be training and fighting, boy. Do you think you can do that on your own? Can you become powerful without aid? With no support from anyone but your own, gods given talent?Chance stepped back as Gibsons voice rose with every sentence. They stared at each other for a second. Then Gibson gritted his teeth and turned away. Never mind. Yes, you need a team. Every recruit is put into a team of three until they become Knight ranked.Why thrBecause if one of you gets hurt, the other two can carry them to safety, Gibson said, cutting Chance off before he could even finish his question. And, before you ask, if two of you get injured you screwed up. Dont.Chance opened his mouth.No more questions right now. Im the Head Trainer, not your personal tutor, Gibson said. Your team will have someone assigned to it thats there specifically for all your questions. Presumably someone who did something dumb enough to get demoted into this job.Chance wisely chose to shut his mouth. His question about teams had really struck a nerve with Gibson for some reason, and he resolved to try to figure out why so he could avoid mistakenly pressing it in the future.This one will do, Gibson said, clicking his tongue. Memorize this house. Itll be where youre staying for the foreseeable future.Okay. Are the rest of my team here already?No clue. Gibson walked up to the house with Chase at his heels and knocked on the door. Hopefully. If they arent, youre explaining this yourself. Im not standing around all day.
