That day hadn't finished yet. Lament had spent the next few hours, talking to his new guild-mates, telling them his 'story'. It was sun-down when they had led him to a large room with a long wide table dressed in a velvet tablecloth. One by one the guild members sit down, some gentlemen pulled out a chair for their female teammates. For about 15 minutes they group waited, chatting with each other, Lament thought to himself.
"So far I can handle myself in general conversation. The only people that look suspicious is that blue thing... Whats her name again?" *(-.-)* "Tibia?... Tythagorus?" *(-_-)*
That's when the scent of fruits and fried vegetables, with a hint of cinnamon, raped his nostrils. "Good lord, that smell!?" *<.<*
At the other end of the room, a door opened and a Gothic-dressed feminine creature strutted out, she had slim arms and legs. There were two round black buns on each side of its head, with a smaller drop-shaped piece hanging from each. Adorning its hair were four white bows, two on each bun. It has a pale purple face with cyan eyes and red lips. 'She' had two white bows on her body or skirt, which flared at the bottom.
"I am sorry to keep you guys waiting..." Her voice was like, "I know I'm useless, but someone out there thinks opposite, I hope." she sounded depressed...
"But whatever, your foods and drinks are ready. Eat your guilty pleasures." She snapped her fingers and that instant, her eyes glowed blueish-purple, out from the darkness beyond the door came a plate that floated in midair. It swayed side to side, then coming to settle over her head, it seemed to pause and wait for the numerous other plates that followed; all varying in size and content. The attendants of this feast all got from three to five plates of whatever, ranging from fruit to meat to cake.
"Before everyone digs in, I would like to acknowledge our new brother in arms one more time. Lament, may your time spent here be spent learning and teaching." He seems troubled for a second, as if he thought he was forgetting something important. Then it came to him, "Oh, right, Grazer, where are you?" Its silent for a brief second, then silvery creature that appeared to be wearing armour stood up. It was an Aggron.
"Yes, Guild master?" The Guild master rose a leg and pointed a claw at Lament, "You'll be, 'breaking-in' the rookie tomorrow." Vinnux and Tibith jerked in their seats,
"Whats wrong you two?" Lament was curious, "What's that mean?"
They looked at him and Tibith broke the news,
"It means you have to fight him..." Lament swore he could hear thunder. A thick hand grabbed the back of Laments head and caressed it,
"Its okay Lammy, don't ya' remember that intense training before we finished the application, and those two moves helped you practice. *;)* you got this."
"Right..." There wasn't any faith in Laments heart, Grazer looked so strong, but it made him feel a little better knowing that Solyk believed in him. "I'll do my best, its my first fight, how could I expect to win? I'll do my best this time, and drop em' next time." *(^o^)* "(I won't stay down or lose ever again, if I get as far as possible here, I might find out what happened to me. I'll just stick around until that day comes.)
"And now, On your mark, get set, DIG IN!!!!" On that note, bones and fruit cores were flying every which way, most of which hitting Lament, who was at first shocked to see everyone, even Tibith, stuffing their faces as if they planned to sleep for a week.
"*(0.0)-(-.-)-(^_^)* I'm gonna eat more then you, Solyk!"
____________________________________________________________________________ "Guhhhhhhhhhhhhh......." Lament, laid down in a bed made of hay, fully regretted the race he took part in." "Well, well..." Solyk snickered, "~Ya' shouldn't have eaten too much-too much-too much-too muuuuuuch~ Its really taken such a toll on yooooouuu~"
" 'Lammy', needs to sleep, he'll need all his strength tomorrow. *turns to Lament* Take my advice, dodge his flash cannon. Tibith snarled,
"..."
"Your welcome..." She became limp and lifeless,faced down in her bed, Lament worried for a second, "Oh don't worry about her, that's her way of sleeping, given that she has no real bonestructure.... 'Passing out randomly'. Any who, goodnite~"
Well, Lammy's gotten himself into some deep stuff hasn't he?
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PMD: The delinquent who can't remember his crime. ~ By Heartford
FanfictionLament. A 14 year old boy wakes up as a Pansear, in the world of Pokémon. At first he doesn't take to place very well. But as he meets and has a first hand conversation with creature after creature, he begins to show his difference. A dark force lie...
