Sheltered Chemicals

Where the German's roam

"What is this place ..."Karl stood still ,"We don't have all day " Ludwig gently shoved Karl with his wing " . Karl walked by looking for some clothes only to realize none of them fitted his "style" . "Um ...where is my style " Karl questioned, " What do you mean by "Style " those are clothes " Ludwig commented shaking his head. "No I mean by ya know the drip ? " Karl shoved off his jacket . " I don't even understand what that is ..." Ludwig looked even more confused " who even goes around wearing that ?" . "My father...." Karl recalled he once mentioned " Charles you don't need to agree to how other people dress ! Dress freely like I do ! - hey Wait ! " By the time Karl was done talking, the salesman had already tailored Karl. "You look fabulous! " he showed a mirror to Karl. Instead of his " Eat free nachos " T-shirt it is a 19th century uniform. "Hmmm that was not bad ..." Karl was impressed. "Yeah these people work fast, " Ludwig stated . Karl went to look for more clothes; it didn't take him long to realize that "voguish " clothes were very expensive. "It's intriguing how fashion changes every generation and ones that still stand the test of time between the poor and the rich .." Karl counted the few coins Ludwig gave him . "What are you doing ? Ludwig questioned beside him "put it back, that's too expensive ". "Hold on Ludwig you need to learn how to negotiate " Karl pulled out a small bag. "Hmm ? " The salesman opened it up, " Sorry I don't have enough coins but how about a few diamonds ? " Karl insisted . "You have..diamonds !..." The salesman froze , "Yeah my uncle sends me a few pounds worth every month " Karl shrugged.

"I'm sorry, what now? " Ludwig stood beside him . "Buy as many as you want..."The man grabbed some of the uncut diamonds . Ludwig gave him a sharp glare , "What ? " Karl shrugged him off " I'll buy you a new one ! ". "I'm good " Ludwig rejected the offer . "Alright " Karl put everything he needed in his bag. "Uh..how exactly do you fit everything there ? " Ludwig asked, staring into the bright void inside Karl's bag. "It's a special one icam out as many as 100 items in there in a devine case " Karl explained zipping the bag back up. They left, deciding to walk , " I can not believe you had all those gems inside of your sack what the HELL is wrong with you ! " Ludwig whispered loudly, gritting his teeth. "What's wrong ? " Karl still didn't understand , "Did you steal them ? Or is your family rich ? Maybe from nobles I mean even my rich patrons aren't this clueless it's like you are begging to get robbed " Ludwig pointed out . "I didn't know you own a patreon " Karl gave him a thumbs up. "What ? Listen, let me handle the money or whatever you got from your noble family " . "Actually I just have a rich uncle, " Karl mentioned. "Where exactly are you from ? " Ludwig kept questioning. "I told you my family sent me here from a far away place, turning me into a vagabond, " Karl explained. "...Okay ...." Ludwig stretched his wings out "folgen Sie mir" , once again Ludwig shot up the sky forcing Karl to follow him ."Sie müssen lernen, zu warten! "Ich bin nicht so schnell wie du!" " he shouted .

Das ist etwas, das du ständig nicht verstehst, Kind ... Hier treiben sich die Deutschen herum! " Ludwig replied. " Deutsche ......" That word echoed through Karl's head ..until he heard a force "Did you forget your roots..your German roots ? .." . "I'm viennese.." Karl spoke to himself. He suddenly felt a wind blowing that was much stronger than before..too strong . " Karl ! " Ludwig launched his hand out but I was too late . Karl was sucked into a powerful air current. "Scheiße! " Ludwig flew to save him , " So that's what they look like .." Karl recalled from family members that these god made transportation were banned by the time Jo was still pregnant with Karl due to their intensity. Winged gods are evolutionized different from non-winged ones . Good news is they can take a heavy beating from hurricanes or other forces of the wind . Bad news is ...Karl isn't a normal winged God. Being half demon he has a lot of weaker factors compared to Ludwig . Karl felt blood dripping down his mouth and noise forcing him to cough it up, " Weak ...weak ..." the voices whispered in his ear, gravity punching him straight in the ribs . "Weak ...weak ...weak ...weak ...weak ...weak...." The force kept saying, sounding like a broken record. "Weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak weak " the voices kept babbling as blood filled Karl lungs . Air pressure intensified with Karl the insults basically shouting and laughing at him . He is aware that he won't die from this but the pain he is suffering from burns him from the inside out. He could feel himself losing consciousness at this very moment.

"Oof-"

Karl felt his body being yanked out by Ludwig grasp the cool air soothing the burning sensation. "Are you alright ?" Ludwig checked on him , "Yeah I mean I felt some pain but otherwise ...I think I'll be fine.." Karl commented, still light headed. "Alright let's just rest for a moment, the day is still young after all " Ludwig mentioned checking his watch " we have about 2 hours left to chill before I go home ". "Sounds good to me.." Karl stumbled. Ludwig gently pulled him to the ground making sure Karl is safe".