Azure Striker Gunvolt: A different perspective

Chapter 11: Carrerea

After receiving my mission, I went to find Gibril. I saw her around, though I haven't actually spoken to her yet. As I arrived at the preperation area, Gibril was already there.

I never saw her until now. She was shorter than I expected. She had (short) brown hair, and fangs, interestingly enough.

As I looked her over, she looked over me also. She looked amused, and something I couldn't identify. "Your Gunvolt?" I nodded enthusiastically, keeping my upbeat persona. "I am! It's nice to meet you!"

All of the amusement on her face was then replaced  by exasperation. "Another crazy cheerful guy? Not everything is always sunshine, you know?"

Fine then. I tried to be nice. "Listen fang lady, we have to work together, so I was trying to be polite!"

Her smirk returned. "I don't need you to be nice. I could do the mission myself if I wanted. You were dragged along."

Okay. Be like that. "I wouldn't really know. Pretty easy to look over someone so short."

She kept the smirk on her face, but I could tell she was a hot blooded person.

"Please. You don't even have a Septima now. Or did the Oracle just take you in out of pity?"

I was still calm, though I pretended to get angry, see if I could make her snap.

"I don't need a Septima to take you down, girl. Whatcha gonna do, bite me?"

Her eyes narrowed angrily at me. "I might. Given the way you were staring when you came in, you might like it."

She still hasn't snapped yet. Let's see if I can unnerve her then.

Grinning at her, I said my next line. "I think I actually might like that. Don't bite too hard though, we do have a mission."

Gibril gave me a dumbfounded look, not expecting me to rise to her challenge. She looked at the ground, going silent.

"You....."

She looked sharply at me, and I immediately grew concerned when I saw her eyes glowing bright red.

"S-stop.... Lying to me!"

I barely had time to question that because she was hurtling towards me, pinning me to the ground. A blood red knife appeared in her hand.

My eyes widened as she raised the knife above my head. Normally this would be no problem, but no Septima means no prevasion. Why is everyone here mental!?

Now I have to calm her down... in a calm tone, I asked her, "What was I lying about?"

She sighed shakily, still not releasing the knife. "Actually going out of your way to speak to me at all. Almost everyone here will barely converse with me. Last time someone was nice to me, they became a problem. I kill my problems."

I only smiled at her. "I won't be a problem. I spoke to you because I wanted a friend here. But I won't be a friend to someone with a knife to my throat. Put it down, please."

The red glow in her eyes faded as she put the knife down. "You.... you won't betray me, like everyone else?"

I smiled. "No. I wouldn't betray you." It hurt that I had to lie to her face, but I have an objective.

In a conversational tone, I asked, "How exactly will I accomplish this without a Septima?" Gibril produced a bright blue book. As I moved to open it, she stopped me.

"Don't open it until you need your Septima. That book will give it back, albeit a weaker version of it."

"Any way I can get the original back?" A look of frustration crossed Gibril's face.