Colin's posts

"......." Ash was silent as Mina gave her warning.

"I see." he said.

"Well... fair enough, I suppose." he muttered.

"Guess that's not the best seat for a newbie, then." he mumbled further.

"Back to square one, then." he said.

"Finding a place to sit."

"Ah-!" Ash exclaimed, before he noticed that Spear was gone.

"......great..." he muttered.

"So much for blending in via association..." he mumbled, looking around.

"Nobody looks too friendly here." he went on.

"So I guess there's no helping it." he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Suppose I should try and find a place."

Ash looked over to the table she mentioned, and smirked.

"Heh." he chuckled.

"A brawl, eh? Been a while since I was a part of one of THOSE, too." he said.

"...wait a minute..." he then mumbled.

"You speak of brawls as though they're something worth planning for." he said.

"They happen THAT often?" he asked her.

"That makes sense." Ash admitted.

"And damn, people flock to dinner in clumps, eh?" he asked.

"I suppose that's fair enough, considering the rules here." he sighed.

"Where do you usually sit?" he asked her.

"Or is it more of a 'find a place if you can' thing?" he asked further, before looking at the people there... and seeing a lot of them were shooting glances at him.

"...and do you want to be around me?" he mumbled.

"Seems like you're good at it, too." Ash responded.

"But fair enough." he said.

"Hmmm." he mumbled.

"Right, so who SHOULD I talk to?" he asked.

"Who IS in charge of kitchen stuff?" he asked further.

"Because part of me's itching to get back in the kitchen and flex my cooking muscles." he chuckled.

"None that -I- know of." Ash responded.

"Hm." he then mumbled.

"I was quite competent in the kitchen back in my time." he told her.

"I can help with that if need be in the future, if possible." he offered.

"And nobody can know it was me if that would create unease." he then added.

Again, Ash sighed.

"Duly noted." he said.

"I'll keep that to myself." he told her.

"Sad state of affairs, though." he then said. "Genetics shouldn't mean shit." he reasoned.

"But... well, this isn't my world." he mumbled, looking at the floor.

"My world passed me by a looooong time ago."

Ash raised an eyebrow as Spear sad what she did.

Already he could see what her personality was like, just from her speech patterns and choices of words. And he liked it. She had spice and vigour to her.

"I see." he said.

"Well... I'm screwed then." he commented.

"I'm not human. But... kinda... I am as well." he muttered.

"People still debated as to whether or not I was governed by the Council or Triad."

"I get it." Ash replied.

With that, the two of them left, and started to make their way to where dinner would be served.

"So." he said.

"Emi seems really nice." he commented.

"Why would anyone want to hurt or, or kill her?" he asked.

"Or are people just stupid?"

"Ah, yes." Ash said.

"I was told that being late to dinner meant missing it." he told her.

"Guess I have to choice but to follow the rules here." he said further. "If I want to be less hated, anyway." he added with a small sigh.

"Glad I could help, though." he continued.

"He was fun." he laughed.

There was silence for a moment, before the rune faded, and Ash stepped outside the cell.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I see." he commented.

"Well, it takes a lot of control not to go too far." he told her.

"But feeling just how fragile the soul is can cause someone to see things your way." he smirked.

"So he's ready to listen to whatever you have to say."

Ash just nodded, and stepped inside.

Spear waited outside the cell, tending to various things, and she heard some things that were... not nice. Including some screams that she hadn't thought possible from a person.

However, she then felt an extremely strong mana from the cell, and noticed a rune on the floor.

"OKAY! OKAY!" she heard the person yell.

"I'LL LISTEN! I'LL LISTEN! PLEASE STOP! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE!" he hollered.

Ash chuckled when he heard that. A low and unnerving chuckle.

"Oh... yes. Yes, lovely." he commented with a smirk.

With that, they approached the cell that the individual was locked in.

"Any rules or restrictions?" he asked.

"What if I accidentally kill them?" he asked further.

"There any trouble from that?"

"Excellent." was all Ash responded with.

"Then I will MAKE him listen." he told her.

He then cracked his knuckles, and grinned slightly.

"This'll be fun." he said.

"Jokers in the past thought they could overthrow Cass at times." he continued.

"They never thought that for long."