Wellston City:
Restaurant, The Table
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John entered the restaurant and told the hostess he was here for a reservation with people already waiting for him. Upon hearing this, the hostess allowed him in to find his table. Taking no time, John located Seraphina, recognizable by her distinct magenta hair, as well as... John too?
'What the hell?!' John thought. 'I am pretty sure I am me, so how am I already here? This is certainly the first time ANYONE has dressed up as me.'
Then John saw the fake turn their head to the side, revealing the bright gold eyes characteristic of Blyke.
'That explains it... Guess they didn't want to take any chances, too bad I'm gonna have to break this up' John began to walk towards the table, still unnoticed.
While walking, he further examined the table and noticed a memorable blonde mane, one that most likely belonged to that woman. He was stronger now, but would still need to play his cards right around her.
John also noticed and sized up the orangish-brown haired man whom he had never seen before.
'He doesn't look like much; he must be a VIP from Spectre' John analyzed.
As John reached the table he caught the attention of all those who were seated at it, receiving wide-eyes from both Seraphina, Blyke, and the woman who just realized she had been utterly fooled. The unnamed man noticed their expressions and spoke up after he saw the striking similarity between the two Johns.
"What is the meaning of this imposter?!" He demanded.
"Relax, old man" the real John answered him. "My friend here was just filling my role until I arrived."
Angered by the trickery, he was about to stand up and leave, but was grabbed by the woman next to him and assured that this was the real one. Sitting back down, he gestured for John to take a seat.
"You can leave now" John told Blyke, omitting his name for confidentiality.
Blyke nodded and silently got up to leave, removing his wig, and walking towards the exit.
'Thank Seraphina he showed up! I was going to lose my mind if I stayed there any longer' Blyke was gracious for his arrival.
John watched to make sure Blyke had successfully exited the restaurant. When he did, John diverted his attention to the other three at the table.
"So, what were we talking about?" John asked in a lighthearted tone, looking at Seraphina.
She smiled at him, pleasantly surprised by his arrival.
"Nothing yet, we just sat down and were going to order first" she explained.
"Oh? The best part!" John responded, moving his gaze across the table. "And what are you two having?"
Ella, the blonde woman, was gripping the side of the table in pure rage at John's insolence in the face of a high-ranking Spectre administrator. But the man next to her remained calm, knowing that if he were to show any weakness it would mean this boy had won the mental game.
"Why don't you introduce yourself, boy... We already know who Seraphina is, but not you" the man spoke.
John looked to Seraphina before he answered to see if he should reveal his name or not to them. After a second of visible thought, she nodded, giving him the go-ahead.
"My name is John" he opened up. "And you?"
The man acknowledged John, outstretching his hand for him to shake it.
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Last Chance
Fanfiction*Read Second Chance first for story to make sense* Utterly defeated, the Royals return to Wellston, shocked and disunited. The loss took its toll on more than just a physical level, proving to everyone that there is always someone stronger. Now face...
