I see. You going to reply to what's his face, in the main thread?
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<_< >_> O_o Wut?
Yes! I have caught up, thank you for that. So, Love, how are you?
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!! AND A CHALLENGE HAS BEEN PUT BY MIXT TO THE RANDOM GIRL!!!!" yelled Raxtion getting out of his seat and jumping up and down. "DO YOU THINK SHE'LL BE ABLE TO DO IT, RANDOM GUY?!?!?!" "Aight, here's what I be thinkin'..." started the Random Man "Dude!" interupted Raxtion "Where did the accent come from?" "What is, y'all! You don't know me!" yelled the Random Man.
Okay, Jimminy, what is going on here?! One minute I'm asleep and dreaming of fighting a keyblade wielder with a cookie plate, then I see you... I...
Dude, what are you doing at my house?
WHAT THE-... What just happened?
*Plate of delicious cookies magically repels keyblade* ... This doesn't seem physically possible!
GAH! Cookies, protect me!!! *Holds up plate of cookies for defense against flames* *It surprisingly works and save's me from certain death*
Fardel, not wanting to get into the conversation himself, only laughed at the jokes Michelo was making about these oversized butter knives. Still, there had to be more to these keyblades than just being big swords that can unlock things. Although Fardel had no idea what, nor did he really care. When they were all done playing around with keys, Fardel might teach them to use real weapons. As the group moved, Fardel moved with it. They mostly seemed to dislike Fardel, and to Fardel, that was obvious. But Fardel wasn't upset about it. Everyone had their opinions just as Fardel had his. And in the end, that's what everything was... Opinions. It was apparently these gaurds' opinion that only higher-ups should get keyblades, it was Michelo's opinion that they seemed worthless other than unlocking giant locks, and it was Fardel's opinion that this mission seemed hopeless from the very beginning. However, not many people shared Fardel's 'enthusiasm' for this mission, and that's why they disliked him.
But I laugh like that all the time! It's like a past time for me, y'know! So, why don't we just put down the keyblades and forget the whole thing!...
Music Maybe Fardel was a bully, but he did what he had to do. This mission in reality meant nothing to him. He could have walked away and never regreted it. But as of now, this mission was Fardel's only purpose. Fardel also wanted to get an idea about what he was up against with these Dark Seekers.
Fardel laughed. Finally something he could agree with. Even though he didn't have an Axe, he had a sword and it was rather plain. However it had more history and was the only thing Fardel could rely on in battle.
Fardel was not satisfied with the answer. "It's disappointing that there are warriors that don't even know the weapon they use."
Woah! Let's just calm down now... no need to get hysterical... Now, let's use our words... What exactly is the problem here?
Perfect, MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes... excellent... Very good...
"What are those?" asked Fardel, mentioning Mark's weapons.
Fardel grabbed Storm and then threw him to the ground. "You listen to me. You don't tell me how I should act, and I won't tell you how you should act. Got it?!" Fardel said with anger in his voice. He was fine with putting up with Storm's optimistic attitude, but he wasn't going to stand around and let anybody tell him how he should be. At least this new guy was in... However much help he would be would remain unknown. Fardel still worried... Suddenly, Fardel remembered something. He reached into his pocket to see if it was still there... it was. He left it there. It would be used as a precaution, just in case things got rough.
I would appreciate it if you did!
