It was a nice sunny day. Sky was clear and no clouds were in sight. Birds chirped their usual tunes hidden away in lush trees. The streets of the capital were bristling with life as usual. People were going around their business.
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There were alot of people at the smithy. Well, you never have enough armor or weapons these days. Either that, or with all the adventuring people tend to get themselves involved in one would need constant maintenance of their equipment.
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It was just a couple hours past noon. Still a good while away from sunset. As much as the Capital was an amazing sight to behold during the night, the higher up districts lit up during the evening. Many parties. Councils of nobles, guild encounters. Lotsa stuff!
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Wait, I am trying to narrate here! Who is causing all this rucku-
"NO NO NO NO NO NO!" "Mr.Rhodes! Mr.Rhodes a question! One moment Mr.Rhodes!"
Roofs. At least he could use that! Quick. Wait they can even follow him there!? Not again, he tought the whole fluffy scoop was over! Why were they so insistent on his little mistake!? Man how he hated those kinds of paparazzi. Alright then, think think think. You need a place where they can't get to you. Somewhere safe somewhere secluded. Wait. This is the Capital! Alma! Alma lives here! His villa would have security or something no? Yeah, but how was going to convince him he's himself? On boy, should he try something else? Hm. Maybe his armor woud-OH GOD JUMP!
Tyson bounced to the adiacent roof, rolling once to avoid losing momentum. Any second he could give to his pursuiters would be golden. He just needed to make it to Alma's Villa. Thankfully, some rooftop and alleyway sneaky stuff allowed the Rising Star to lose the crowd following him. He quickly beelined towards Alma's house. He knew he would check his security system before opening, so the only wat to convince his friend that he was actually Tyson, He would have to wear the very armor he had been gifted. Ivory Fang took a moment to accustom to Tyson's weird shape, but fit around the Slayer good enough to be at least somewhat presentable and recognizable.
Tyson sounded the bell a couple times, hoping with all his soul Alma would be at home and would actually understand what was going on. "Come on Alma, please!" The bunny muttered, waving at the camera.
"Hey! Alma! It's me, Tyson! Open up! Please I beg you!" the slayer-turned-bunny shouted, hoping he would hear. The reporters wouldn't be too far behind for long.
tip...tap tip...tap...tap...
There were alot of people at the smithy. Well, you never have enough armor or weapons these days. Either that, or with all the adventuring people tend to get themselves involved in one would need constant maintenance of their equipment.
Tip...Tap...Tap Tip...Tip...
It was just a couple hours past noon. Still a good while away from sunset. As much as the Capital was an amazing sight to behold during the night, the higher up districts lit up during the evening. Many parties. Councils of nobles, guild encounters. Lotsa stuff!
Tip Tap Tip Tap Tip Tap...
Wait, I am trying to narrate here! Who is causing all this rucku-
"NO NO NO NO NO NO!" "Mr.Rhodes! Mr.Rhodes a question! One moment Mr.Rhodes!"
Roofs. At least he could use that! Quick. Wait they can even follow him there!? Not again, he tought the whole fluffy scoop was over! Why were they so insistent on his little mistake!? Man how he hated those kinds of paparazzi. Alright then, think think think. You need a place where they can't get to you. Somewhere safe somewhere secluded. Wait. This is the Capital! Alma! Alma lives here! His villa would have security or something no? Yeah, but how was going to convince him he's himself? On boy, should he try something else? Hm. Maybe his armor woud-OH GOD JUMP!
Tyson bounced to the adiacent roof, rolling once to avoid losing momentum. Any second he could give to his pursuiters would be golden. He just needed to make it to Alma's Villa. Thankfully, some rooftop and alleyway sneaky stuff allowed the Rising Star to lose the crowd following him. He quickly beelined towards Alma's house. He knew he would check his security system before opening, so the only wat to convince his friend that he was actually Tyson, He would have to wear the very armor he had been gifted. Ivory Fang took a moment to accustom to Tyson's weird shape, but fit around the Slayer good enough to be at least somewhat presentable and recognizable.
Tyson sounded the bell a couple times, hoping with all his soul Alma would be at home and would actually understand what was going on. "Come on Alma, please!" The bunny muttered, waving at the camera.
"Hey! Alma! It's me, Tyson! Open up! Please I beg you!" the slayer-turned-bunny shouted, hoping he would hear. The reporters wouldn't be too far behind for long.