How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
Noche and Cross General Dreg stood before the open doors of the Cross HQ, sunlight fading behind them. The southern main entrance also served as a massive library, it was three stories tall. The room was circular in nature with an exit at each compass direction. The bookshelves were organized in an analogue clock pattern with a circular librarian desk in the center; these bookshelves stood from floor to ceiling.
At the desk was a soldier who would work as a librarian and door opener; for recruits or people too weak to open it by normal means. Combined with the pine scent and mountain air flowing in from the outside, the room smelled of dry air filtered by hundreds of dusty tomes. Yet this area was kept well enough. It was tidy, with light that was bright and warm.
Before Noche and Dreg stood Cherries, his hands full of books about sewing and fabric. His eyes calmly acknowledged that Dreg was present, but he made a beeline towards Noche.
"Noche, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Its nothing Cherries," she said.
"Yeah... I highly doubt... Is that a bucket?" Cherries asked, "Why does it have Dreg's fac-DOES IT SAY DRUCKET?!"
Noche smirked as Cherries bent over laughing.
"It'sa long story." She said.
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On the north side of the room, President Medusa and General Trio entered; Trio's staff now had a flag attached to it.
"Do you mean theoretically?" Medusa said.
"Everything is theoretical." Trio replied.
Medusa and Trio appeared to have noticed Dreg almost simultaneously. Yet their reactions were quite opposite. Trio made a euphoric face whilst throwing her arms into the air, whereas Medusa had a seemingly enraged expression.
"Hey Dreg!" Trio shouted, "Got here first!"
Noche noticed Dreg grimace.
"DREG! YOUR ASS! NOW!" Medusa pointed to the ground, like an owner scolding a dog.
Dreg did as commanded.
"DO! YOU! Have! Any idea! How much PAPERWORK! I have to do now! Because of YOU?!
Medusa shouted as she jabbed her finger into Dreg's chest with each word,
"MY DESK looks like the miscarriage between paper and chaos!"
"Toot Toot! All aboard the deduction boat." Trio said, "Next stop, Dreg's paycheck."
Dreg gave a scowling look to Trio, then turned back to face Medusa; a blank expression on his face.
