RESIDENTS. OF. MOUNTAIN. GLENN...
Some kind of surreal feeling seems to have consumed Jonathan.
PLEASE. GO. TO...
I'm dreaming, right? What do those words mean? Do those letters even add up to words?!
THE. NEAREST. SHELTER...
I think I forgot to close the front door... And the mirror? That's right, I broke the mirror... I need to replace it soon. Was I talking to someone?
RIGHT. NOW...
Cinder! That's right, Cinder!
A. HORDE. OF. GRIMM...
Jonathan's frozen gaze finally returned to Cinder, she looked strange? Why is she so frightened? Frightened... Why? She was waiting for something, hoping for it even...
IS. APPROACHING...
Ah, that's right. It has begun, Jonathan. It has finally begun...
DANGER. LEVEL. NINE...
Somewhere in the distance, there was a shrill scream.
The cold and distinct voice of a robot was then replaced by the howl of sirens again, alerting the entire city of the oncoming Grimm attack. To Jonathan's ears, it sounded like the tolling of bells.
What are you going to do, Jonathan?
Jonathan was frozen in indecision as he stared at Cinder's trembling form.
What are you going to do?
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"Giant Nevermores incoming!" Olivia's scream was almost drowned in the sirens of the cities. "Incoming! Two o'clock! Roman, get to it!"
Roman was quite familiar with conflict against the police before his stint as a huntsman-in training. Buying illegal substances? Smuggling alcohol? Selling Cigarettes without permit? Those were among the long list of his crime spree. Okay, he still does that regularly nowadays, only rather than a cell, he has to deal with Glynda.
Roman knew at least eight police stations thoroughly and from the inside.
RESIDENTS. OF. MOUNTAIN. GLENN...
With the military, however? No, never. Roman had never been in conflict with the military before... And not really for a lack of trying, either. The military was simply something that most normal citizens don't deal with. With the things that made interacting with the military necessary, Roman was really cursing the fact that he's now uncomfortably familiar with them.
PLEASE. GO. TO...
The droning loud voice, pressed on his ears. The recording spoke slowly, measuredly, pronouncing each phrase with plodding certainty.
THE. NEAREST. SHELTER...
Somewhere in the distance, there was a scream - a high-pitched one. A car alarm was blaring somewhere. And all through the cacophony, the sounds of stomping feet were heard everywhere.
RIGHT. NOW...
"I see it!" Roman swallowed his saliva as he turned to the side, looking at the flickering figure, barely visible against the background of the dark night sky in the distance.
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FanfictionWhat does it mean, to be a good man? Who is "good"? What is "good"? Tell me, Jonathan Goodman, o blessed scion of Order of Hermes. Tell me, what does your name mean. Tell me about your life. Tell me about your Order. Tell me, what good did you do? T...
