Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it's not always your day, it's alright. One moment you're riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you're running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. Y...
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Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Te-te-te-te-te~!
That morning, Terra woke up with a smile just a little bit brighter than usual.
The pastured tufts of wooly clouds, a little less gray than expected. The singing of fowl, a little more melodic than the everyday routine. Flowerbeds all across the land (even in the barren wastes of Kazdel!), blooming with colors and exploding into bundling messes of limely-lively stalks topped with every single piece of a rainbow's hide. The people – the everyday folk from left and right – from Yan to Sargon, from Laterano to Kazdel (which isn't very far, but the countries vary vastly), from the aquaparks of Durin to the neon streets of Kazimierz – they were all waken that fateful morning with a mind just a marginal amount more inclined to face the day. Terra, in the broadest meaning of the word, was happy. The whole entire world, along with Mother Nature herself and Sister Midnight by her side, were happy. Happiness ruled the hour.
And the happiest of them all?
Beaming bright through the hallways of Babel's Rhodes Island, Mr Newmaker strode in glee with a steaming cup of coffee nestled in his hands. Well rested and bursting with vigor, his youthful form found itself hugged from all sides by the silky smooth fluff of a bathrobe – all veiled in a thick (albeit pleasant) smell of washing powder. Passing colleagues and coworkers alike, nurturing a lazy grin on his face, Anton welcomed each and every one of them with a fancifully theatrical bow, a butchered "Howdy, pard", perhaps a more common "G'day, mate" and an infectious amount of positivity, leaving null but the most hardened and closed-off hearts still brooding. Looking at the likes of Miss Ascalon here, who regarded him with a skeptical quirk of her brow before disappearing into a thick, purple mist.
Others, however?
Lively as ever.
"G'mornin', lads." Anton tipped his invisible hat to an idle Scout and his ever-so-inseparable buddy Ace.
"Morning, morning." One butted back with a wave.
The other followed with a giggle. "Someone's in a good mood. Saw the Doc tripping on his coat or somethin', eh?"
"Ya know it!" Anton played into the chuckling cacophony and fell over a suddenly sprung Closure. "Hey-o, mornin'! Mornin, lass!"
"A-Ah!" She ducked instinctively under his raised hand. "Head still hurts from the last flick! Spare me an open brain surgery, will you?"
