An Anon's Journey: Remnant Act 1

V3E9: Point of No Return

The otherwordly seer naming himself Anon Hope was a man with few weaknesses.

No, not physical weaknesses, he had plenty of those. Especially now.

Hope had always prided himself on having a vigorous, enduring body. The tapestry of scars that slowly healed was a testament to his resilience. One thing he also had was stamina, as he had spent his youth doing urban traversal and had his fair share of street fights. Quite a few of them ending in draws and defeats, though victories weren't uncommon either.

He also got around a lot, which brings us to today.

After having spent time with Velvet as promised, Hope was not in the best of physical condition. Luckily, Velvet kept her own promise and was gentle with him. However, this was still Velvet, so Hope had quite a marathon to run, so to speak.

The seer rolled around the fair but unlike previous endeavours to stave off boredom, Hope was looking around wearily for one of his dear friends. Ruby had been completely avoiding him and something began gnawing at his insides. An awful, awful sensation that something was wrong with his friend's mental state. She's been too reclusive, too downbeat if Yang's to be believed. He just wanted to see her, to see if she was ok.

His search took pause as he accidentally rolled into someone, knocking them over. The man in question rolled on the floor, wailing in pained anguish as his shins were hit with the power of a wheelchair going at a moderate pace.

"OW!" exclaimed the downed man with burgundy hair. "OH MY LIGHT, MY SHINS!"

Hope sucked air through his teeth, seeing as he did the same thing he had done to Jaune a day previous. Although this time, his unwitting victim fell away from him instead of towards him.

"Oh, 'scuse me, mate. You alright?"

Upon closer inspection, it came as an odd surprise that his unwitting victim was Nolan Porfirio.

"MY SHINS ARE BROKEN!" Nolan whined dramatically.

Hope rolled his eyes along another's feminine sigh.

"Quit being a baby, Nolan."

Next to the downed huntsman-in-training was his only female teammate May Zedong, who clearly had no patience for his hysterics.

"Baby?" Nolan questioned indignantly. "I'M being a baby?! Have you ever been hit in the shins?!"

"Yes, plenty," she stated in annoyance. "I've also been hit in the ovaries and passed kidney stones, so I know you're overreacting."

Nolan whined some more before two more familiar figures came by. One was a lean but muscular young man with gray gradient air and a permanent benevolent smirk on his lips and the other was a serious but jovial-looking athletic man with brown dreadlocks. Brawnz Ni and Roy Stallion looked over the commotion and came to the same conclusion that May had.

"Come now babe," Brawnz chuckled amicably before holding out his hand to his lover. "You're a big boy, the pain'll pass."

Nolan pouted as his boyfriend helped him up to his feet. He still rubbed his shins with teary eyes like a kid worrying about a scrapped knee. Hope rolled his eyes at how overly melodramatic.

"Is he always like this?" He asked BRNZ's sniper.

"Yeah." She admitted tiredly. "He's always been a drama queen."

"Geez, that sounds tiring."

"You have no idea."

Brawnz strutted over confidently, playfully knocking on her shoulder.