Gray Heroics: Book 2

Kingdom of Noah's Arc

Months go by since both the conclusion of the Flag Game back on Mount Heaven Splitter and the day M.O.M.H. successfully the D.F.D. gang in a destructive turf hand-to-hand battle. Now, tonight is the night just before the arrival of the month of December. A present in which Galivinth is lying in bed under his sheet and with his arms folding behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling over him. 

/"Tomorrow is December 1st. One more day of school and then it's the weekend, too... But what really has me anxious is what Mister Susochi said. About the Kingdom of the Arc coming back and starting in December. Is he referring to Naoh's Arc from the Bible? Will there be two kinds of every animal there? That's what we're supposed to be inheriting, right?"/ The teen ponders to himself before turning over to lay on his side and lifting his blanket up to his neck. 

/"I know that Naeth said that there's no such thing as a coincidence before, but what am I supposed to think of everything that's happened this year? A martial arts school at a mountain nearly an hour away from my school, finding out that my soul essence is white, meeting the son of a preacher who tells me my aura is of biblical legacy, I put on a cross necklace and immediately see a crystal see-through tower, fought a demon from hell, and now something called the 'Kingdom of the Arc' is coming up. What even are these crazy chains of events?"/ Questions within his own mind. A moment of silence occupies his room, time he spends internally reflecting on the year up to this day. Then, his lips curve into a grin. Lips peeling enough to expose his pearly white teeth. The teen bursts out in a fit of laughter that he simply cannot deny, filling his dark bedroom with hearty laughs that goes on and on. 

"What a time to be alive, dude..." He verbally comments to himself before focusing on resting for the next day.

The night eventually passes and the early morning arrives in due time. Within the moments of light from the sun returning to the city, Galivinth too rises from his slumber and preps himself for another school day by undergoing his usual routine of tending his hygiene and other basic needs. After he's done and has time to pass before he has to leave, he settles himself in front of his TV back in his bedroom with a bowl of cereal in hand. He sets his spoon down within his bowl momentarily to reach for the television remote and turn on the screen. As he sets the remote aside and begins eating, the display before him reveals the latest news to him and the rest of the viewing public. 

"--But is it enough to quash the epidemic rise of P.I. committed crimes? Many refer to the memorial of the countless lives lost within the devastating destruction of Los Angeles city as a telltale sign of what will, as some believe, be a reoccurring tragedy if more pressure isn't applied to the critical situation at hand. Of course, the reveal of the cause of that massive attack has stirred the country into a very understandable state of deep frustration, as well. Yesterday, we received word from the US Homeland Security representative and his associates sharing the task of tackling the issues going on today." The anchor woman television provides a synopsis of the latest news and compiling details of an ongoing story before the screen cuts to one of several men in suits, Yu Ess, and Righteous Lad standing on a platform hosting a microphone podium. The latter, the samaritan in black and green, is standing at front to address the crowd. A sight that peaks Galivinth's interest even further. Though, more so when he really studies the hero's face. There's a mixture of tiredness, sadness, and even smoky-like traces of smeared eyeliner surrounding his sockets on his face. 

"Good afternoon... I'm not too sure what more I can say today that I haven't repeated over these last four months. Except that we ARE indeed still working restlessly to apprehend this P.I. offenders and Olympian visitors who cause trouble. I can admit that some operations and general efforts haven't always panned out well, but I assure you that each failure, though not as great as the number of successful arrests, pains me. You're all Americans who deserve to live your daily life peacefully without having to worry about if the ground is going to give out from underneath you and open up to a giant hole that leads straight down to the Earth's core. I will not stop until our nation sees the order it once did before the escalation of crime. Now for the sake of transparency, I'm willing to take some questions from the crowd." With that open invitation from Righteous Lad, incoherent voices speak up all at once by the triple dozens. Through the mesh of voices, he eventually points someone out in the crowd.