The Drillmaster had called Jamison and Sam (and all the others, according to the Drillmaster) and notified that since all eight teams had been inducted, they should always be prepared for a potential threat.
The teams that had been assigned were paired as such:
Assassin and Engineer at Green
Elf and Vampire at Red
Druid and Paladin at Blue
Alchemist and Rogue at Purple
Priest and Officer at Orange
Wizard and Necromancer at Cyan
Werewolf and Taoist at Obsidian
And Berserker and Knight working reconnaissance.
The Drillmaster did not reveal names, but said that certain groups could communicate with others, being Green, Red, and Orange; Obsidian, Purple, and Blue; and Cyan and Recon.
Oddly enough, he had not elaborated why.
Neither Jamison nor Sam cared about why, but that's not to say they weren't curious.
"The Varkolyn Leader is probably not going to come back anytime soon," the brunette Alchemist said. "It certainly surprised everyone when he attacked on our transition day."
The short Rogue nodded his head.
-|Flashback|-
"That's all for the tour!" the previous Officer said. "Now, here's some ad-"
She had been cut off when a blaring alarm pierced through the building.
"An attack?!" the former Alchemist said. "On the transition day?!"
"Just my luck..." Jamison muttered.
The four brandished their weapons and ran down the tower to enter combat.
Once they entered the door, an army of purple-skinned aliens wielding a variety of weapons charged towards them - the Varkolyns. Oddly enough, their leader was nowhere in sight.
"I got this!" Sam said.
He entered a roll, and before long, performed a giant circular slash, releasing whirlwind slashes. They cut through the enemy lines, reducing their numbers significantly.
Jamison then threw three green potions, creating large gas clouds filled with toxic chemicals.
As the four continued to chip away at the troops, a great roar could be heard.
"Here comes their leader!" the Officer called. "Get ready!"
The leader stepped towards them. A hulking 10 feet tall, the purple skin shared by all Varkolyns, and four beady green eyes. The horns topped off this absolute beast of a boss.
Jamison had to control the urge to gulp with fear. The "oh my god that massive thing's gonna kill me" fear, to be specific.
He steeled his nerve and brought out an empty bottle. He shook it four times. Red, green, pink, gold.
"Sam!" Jamison shouted. "Catch!"
Sam perked up as Jamison threw the bottle, and Sam caught it.
He drunk it, and his nose wrinkled as the potion took effect.
He swapped to the Nunchaku the Drillmaster gave him, and slapped the Varkolyn Leader to near-no end while running circles around him.
Jamison tossed three potions out consecutively, blowing up upon contact, leaving a fire pool, a poison cloud, and a freeze zone.
Needless to say, the sheer control that Jamison provided allowed Sam to finish the Varkolyn Leader off quickly.
Sam ran over to Jamison and gave him a high-five.
"That was awesome, man!" the Rogue said. "That potion was disgusting, but oh so very effective!"
The sound of clapping rang out, grabbing the attention of the duo.
"Well done!" the Officer said. "The two of you managed to kill the Varkolyn Leader incredibly quickly without any assistance. You're more ready than we originally thought!"
"However," the former Alchemist said, "You two need to tread a bit more carefully when it comes to your stats. You've got the ability to easily view them, so make sure that you keep an eye on them.
"You may have poison immunity, but there is still a chance you may face burn or freeze!"
The duo nodded.
-|Present|‐
Jamison entered the kitchen as Sam turned on an anime. He had said he was a very big anime fan when they had first met.
Jamison opened the fridge to scope out a potential snack, before noticing a purple potion in the far back.
He shrugged and snagged it. The label was a bright red, signifying a moderate poison level. However, the label of the potion was in Latin.
"Drat," Jamison muttered.
He put the potion back in the back before settling on the cranberry juice.
"Can you get me some popcorn while you're there?" Sam called.
"Sure!" Jamison responded.
As Jamison prepared the snacks for the duo, he felt his heartbeat start to pick up as his mind wandered to his new companion.
The way his light-red hair was tousled just so, his eyes lighting up when Jamison expressed an intrest in manga...
Jamison shook his head, expelling those thoughts.
"Focus on the snacks, Nergey," he muttered, scolding himself.
- | Meanwhile | -
Sam was having a hard time focusing on his anime.
Sure, it was a rerun, and he's watched it about a dozen times already, but his mind just went elsewhere.
Jamison's bright green eyes, the way he perked up when curious, not unlike a cat...
"Oh shit," Sam quietly muttered. "I'm in love, aren't I?"
The peaceful tranquility was shattered when a loud clatter sounded.
"Shit!" Jamison said. "That was my juice!"
Sam leapt up and ran to the kitchen to see...
Jamison on the floor, with the juice in question pooling out.
The popcorn was (oddly) just fine, but still had fallen on the floor.
Sam chuckled, and outstretched his hand.
"C'mon, dummy," Sam said, helping the Alchemist up. "How's about we clean up this mess."
Jamison chuckled as he dusted himself off. "Told ya I was unlucky."
Sam chuckled as well as he grabbed a paper towel roll. "Never said I didn't doubt you," he replied.
Jamison sighed as he picked up the popcorn bowl and set it on the counter.
"I got juice all over me," said Jamison. "So I'm gonna go change."
Jamison ruffled Sam's hair before walking to his room, marked by a green bottle.
Sam just stood there confused at Jamison's display of affection, before shrugging and taking the bowl of popcorn out to the living room.
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Heroes of Soul - Secret Mission!
LosoweThe Magic Stone was split. But this time, it was for the sake of protection. The Guardians are no more than a rumor, a legend, but are still very much real. The Class Guilds still exist, but are more simplistic, merely being a way to organize every...
