Blue was a simple Warlock who did simple Guardian things. He did patrols, he studied the Light, he listened closely to The Speaker, he had conversations with his Fireteam. The only things that could be considered odd about him would be that his sist...
The next morning... Kuoh, Japan April 14 07:46:12 Blue POV
I woke up a bit earlier than normal this morning. I just decided to go on a small walk. Well, woke up isn't really accurate. I hadn't slept all night. How could I? I'm in alternate reality, I have a duty to protect humanity in my reality, I just found out that I inadvertently wrapped myself up in a three way war, Rias makes me an offer to join her little club when I'm not sure if I can, and to top it all off, a strange woman somehow knows exactly who I am, and I'm pretty sure I've never met her before... well, I say that, but something about her was somewhat... familiar.
All in all, I've had a busy week. Traveler, this just like when I was resurrected. First I knew nothing and it pissed me off, now I get a whole bunch of exposition dumped on me and my head hurts. At this point, Crota could somehow rise from the grave and attack this world and I wouldn't be surprised.
"AAAHHH!!!"
What the hell was that?!
I quickly run to the source of the scream. It came from an alleyway just up ahead. When I turn the corner, I see three men mugging... a small... girl...
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What in the hell happened to decency?
"Hey, jackasses!" I call.
The three and the girl, who I think might be nun, turns to look at me.
"Beat it kid! We're having some fun." One of them growls.
"Oh, mugging a defenseless little girl? Yeah, real tough guys here." I say.
"Lookie here! We got ourselves a hero, boys." The second guy snickers.
"And they come complete with corny as shit lines." I quip.
"That's it!" The third guy says.
He then proceeds to rush me with a dingy little knife. He attempts to stab me, but I block it. Then, and I admit I didn't see this coming, he quickly drops the knife, grabs it with his other hand, and stabs me. Apparently someone's seen Game of Thrones.
"Gah! You son of a bitch!" I exclaim.
I then headbutt the guy, which I immediately regret. Apparently Paul Blart was right: nobody wins in a headbutt.
Anyway, after headbutting him, I grab his head and slam it into a dumpster. His friends rush me, but I punch one in the throat, which was enough to take him down. And the second didn't even reach me, as he was apparently a klutz, given that he tripped on a cinderblock and knocked himself out.
I take a minute to breath, then immediately wince as I'm suddenly reminded that I got stabbed.
"U-um... t-thank you, sir."
I turn and see the girl looking at me.
"Yeah, don't mention it. You just try and stay out of more trouble, okay?" I say.
