An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Hush you little noble-1

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Thoughts = [... ]

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''That was quite the show the one you pulled out there...''

The soft, sultry tone of Auroras voice reminded him that she was, as ever.., not far away from him at any time or place as she hovered right next to him, always brandishing that broad, devilish smile on those scarlet, ethereal lips of hers, lilac eyes glinting in their depths with playfulness.

The witch still persistently finding it amusing for herself to bother him with endless one sided rants and monologues as she spoke and spoke again of anything the ghost considered worth talking about....even though, most of the time it was not.

At first they had been bothersome, though albeit a bit bemusing on their own to see her ramble until even herself lost track of what she was saying.

Right now they were only bothersome.

Trying to find comfort in the barely distorted silence of his boots on the empty corridor he was traversing of the underground passage that connected the arena he had just left to the inner sections of the change rooms as he moved towards the next part of his little plan.

However, if that had not dissuade her then, it would not do so now...

''Though it was a bit anticlimactic the end of it..''

He stopped, momentarily holding his training sword he had been carrying on his hip, pulling out the cords keeping it lock and holstering the two things over one of the stretched wooden pillars attached to the wall, meant to hold them in place.

He watched his reflection on the dulled, blunted face of the blade before he switched his attention for once back at the purple haired witch

Once again, she was just a few breaths away from the two of them headbutting each other if they took a wrong turn, and her hand, as expected.... was somewhere that it shouldn't be.

His frown could only deepen at that.

Ghost or not, personal space will be one of the many things he will iron out in his air-headed companion.

''What is it..?''

He huffed though more than likely grumbled through his teeth as he finally deigned her the attention she sought. Once again, if she was bothered by it she did not show it or she did not care.

Knowing her, the latter was the most probable.

''I mean, do you really needed to use a shovel to beat the old man?''

Ah....

So it was that which she was referring to..?

In that case he would not blame her for it, it had been quite the last moment decision. A tricky one at that, given that he had to...level the perception of things for the people watching to not act too rashly or petulant at the sight of a boy dropping their blade and picking a utilitarian tool to fight against a believed to be seasoned warrior.

Like pulling the levers of a machine.., while no one was non the wiser.

And so, the truth of what happened would never be the truth that the world believed.

''I was making a statement..''

For both the spectators and those hiding behind them.

After all, hiding in plain sight was not on the cards when he took this form and role. Making noise then was the best way to draw and shield himself from the attention his mere presence caused.