Austin Whomped and More

Lord Miro Blackwell

Some cursing

NO CHARACTER POV:

The young adult with the brown and blue speckled eyes was hunched over a metal table that had different devices and tools spread all over.

He was carefully and slowly twisting the last screw into his new invention, taking his time and randomly cooing over the machine in an affectionate, fond way that some might find weird or disturbing.

It was during the last twist of his screwdriver that his doorbell rang, startling the sun haired man into a shout that quickly turned into enraged curses as he exited the lab to either maim or kill whomever decided to disturb him this time.

"Fucking villagers don't know how to leave me the fuck alone! If it's that old hag I swear I'll tase her until she looks like a fucking mummy!" He said as he swiftly arrives in front on the door.

He opened the door to find a teenager- probably 17 years old- wearing an all black fighting gear with a small black raindrop tattooed just under the corner of his left eye.

"Not a villager," He thought, "Guess I'll maim him."

"This is Lord Miro Blackwell's house, right?" The teen asks.

"No. It's Sir Sven Glaried's house," He easily replied, even though this is actually Sir Miro Blackwell's house- he's the fucking owner, who's house could it belong to?

But there's no harm in playing around a little.

Plus, it's a good way to reboot his social skills! (It's been a while- seven weeks-since he's had any interaction with a human being that didn't involve shouting and cursing.)

"Oh. I was told by the villagers that Lord Blackwell lives here. Do you know where he lives, sir?" The boy asked.

"He went on a little trip 6 years ago and left the mansion to me. He visits from time to time, but I do know where he lives," Miro said, "However my dear friend Miro doesn't like me giving out his address to strangers. Mind telling me who you are, kid?"

"My name is Alex Reit, sir."

"Well, Alex, why do you want to meet with Miro?"

"I heard that he's a genius and that he has many inventions that are very advanced," Alex began, " And there's a rumor going around that Lord Blackwell created some prosthetics that are basically photocopies of the mechanism of human limbs and are very durable and light- even Drack's Prosthetic Factory can't compete. But that's all rumors so I'm not sure."

Miro pauses for a moment before he answered, "They aren't rumors. I've actually seen them myself."

Alex's green eyes light up, "Really?"

"Yep. Why're you asking though?"

"My brother lost his leg knee down. Sir, we are from RISE, and my brother is from the Centaur ranks. He provides great man power on the battlefield. And unfortunately, he lost his leg knee down in a mission."

Miro raised an eyebrow, "So?"

"With all respect sir, what do you mean by 'so?'," Alex sputtered, "You should be able to see the problem this poses on the field! Centaurs are an integral part of the army! My brother is the Iron Club, have you heard of him?"

Miro hummed, "I think I did hear of him. The Iron Club of RISE, isn't he the dude that defeated Lord Krats' battalion all by himself?"

Alex nodded his head, "Yes, sir. That's him. He has many accomplishments that on occasion were the leading cause to victory. Lord Blackwell would understand the importance of the situation, right?"