Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Swordsmanship was an activity which Fritz refused to be beaten in considering his thousands of years studying and practicing the combat form. While he could still learn plenty from working hard, the ancient warrior took extreme pride in his skills with a broadsword. He aimed for a horizontal slash against Vashti, placing pressure behind his blade which forced her to retreat a few paces. The procedure was well-timed, an excellent move for the brunette who used a light-weight, less sturdy blade in comparison to his hefty broadsword. A tight grip was maintained on the handle of Fritz's sword, the ancient warrior keeping a comfortable grip on his weapon. Silently, with fixated eyes, he watched Vashti, waiting to see how she would proceed into attacking again. He witnessed Vashti adjust her sword, having it remain in front of which would make attacking from the front difficult for him considering the length of her blade; the light-weight blade could be given a few extra inches of length. As she rushed forward, Fritz scrutinized her movements, waiting for a subtle twitch to give himself insight into her plans.
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When she slashed for his chest, Fritz blocked using the fuller of his blade while backpedalling a few steps to avoid the blade's tip. The ancient warrior began placing pressure on his blade, only to have his opponent suddenly pull away, opting to try and unbalance him. Similar movements had been used against the reaper, thus he managed to recover hastily, proceeding forward and feeling the subtle sensation of Vashti's hand where she attempted to hit him; a narrow miss. Abruptly, Fritz turned and rushed forward, accomplishing a series of horizontal slashes in hopes his sudden offensive procedure would make him less predictable. He wanted to push her against the wall with his series of quickly timed slashes, if she blocked, the reaper planned to quickly pull away to slash again.
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Patience was given as Fritz awaited for Vashti's attack, the reaper aware of the woman's significantly improved speed. When certain powers hinged on the user's physical attributes, the ancient warrior found most fighters would sharpen those skills to the extreme. Possessing those skills would be in their better interest considering the strength they could unlock through the strategy, however, Fritz was required to consistently work his body. He held no physical enhancements or abilities which could consistently aid him on the battlefield, thus he relied heavily on instinct and his combat knowledge. He watched as the brunette rushed toward, sword primed for a horizontal slash to his side. Predictively, Fritz adjusted himself to block the blow, the swords colliding with a loud clang as metal hit metal. There was a determination on the ancient warrior's brow as he pulled away, withdrawing his sword before returning the strike. Strength was placed behind his blow, Fritz desiring to make blocking difficult on Vashti and her thinner, more agile weapon.
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A mere gaze could allow an onlooker to realize the traits each fighter depended on; it was evident in their weaponry. The broadsword was heavier compared to Vashti's, evident by thicker metal in the centre. The reaper preferred the sword since he began fighting, particularly because of the weight and strength of the blade; his sword was better suited for blocking.
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After a few moments, Fritz watched as Vashti hastily recovered from his attack and proceeded to rush back towards him. Admittedly, the reaper found his apprentice's quick recovery to be rather impressive; not all warriors could manage to return to their feet after having the wind knocked out of them. She returned to attempting to strike him, the ancient warrior defending himself but being forced to take a few hits before their training session ceased and he moved to enjoy his water. Once his extensive sip from the bottle was taken, he placed it back onto the bleachers. The refreshing taste of cold water was an excellent reward after a sparring match. A long breath escaped his lips as he slowly reached for one of the bandages, slowly unravelling it to glance over the cut. The wound was shallow, appearing to not have suffered damage from the sparring match. A small nod was provided to the injury before Fritz proceeded, glancing over each of his wounds and receiving similar results, although, some had subtle hints of blood. His eyes flitted towards Vashti when she informed him to tell her when he was ready, which he provided a nod of acknowledgement.
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Eventually, evaluating his wounds was completed, Fritz grabbed his sheath, wrapping the belt around his waist to allow his sword to softly bump his side. After the bandages were readjusted to make certain they were firm, the ancient warrior walked back into the open, his right hand reaching across to grab the leather handle. In a single, swift motion the reaper drew his broad sword, hefting the weight with ease. Once it was firmly in his hand, he stood tall as he got into position before motioning with his sword for Vashti to begin as he adjusted himself into a defensive position to start.
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There was a certain fact Fritz was aware of when it arrived at their sparring, Vashti was faster than him; her abilities required it after all. While he sharpened his body to his best physical performance, but Fritz knew there would inevitably be people faster, stronger and generally more powerful than him. Thus, the ancient warrior relied on clever planning to avoid being beaten easily. He had taken advantage of Vashti still being airborne, knowing dodging would prove problematic. A quick jab at the brunette’s side was successful, however, she managed to land in a crouch position. There was a subtle narrowing it Fritz’s eyes, his determination to reign victorious being evident in the rich, blue eyes. They had been sparring for a bit, and neither side appeared to have taken enough to forfeit the competition. The reaper refused to be beaten without providing a proper or difficult challenge for the other person. The ancient warrior’s eyes fixated on his opponent as she slowly rose from her crouched position, before beginning her attack again.
She rushed towards him, Fritz already preparing himself to endure another altercation. When Vashti arrived, the reaper was prepared to block her attacks, only to discover her attempts to defuse them and create an opening. Allowing her inside of the blocks could not be warranted, thus when the brunette managed to get close to accomplish her objective, Fritz sharply lifted his knee in an attempt to hit her gut. If he managed to knock the air from her at any point, he would declare a break to allow her to breathe. When she finally pulled away from her assault of hits, a pause ensuing as she inquired about the next training. The ancient warrior relaxed his body, standing up straight from his previous position.
“We’ll have a break first, then we can either keep going with hand-to-hand or switch to swords,” Fritz explained. “You may get some water.”
The reaper retreated from the open space, hands placed on his hips. He walked towards the bleachers, mouth dry. Smoothly, he sifted through his belongings before grabbing a metallic bottle filled with water. Afterwards, he took a long sip from the container. There was a subtle pain since he was required to work his muscles, although, nothing substantial enough to make Fritz cease the training; he could check his wounds during the break.
A smooth sweeping out of his leg allowed him to properly knock Vashti off balance, although, his expression remained neutral despite his victory. Under most circumstances, Fritz’s fixation remained on the battle since he was well aware merely knocking the brunette off balance was not enough to reign him the victor. While Vashti landed on her back, she was hasty to react, instead rolling on her side to gain distance from her. Instead of pursuing, the ancient warrior steadily raised from the floor, returning to his defensive position from before. There would be plenty of opportunities to play the more aggressive opponent, but hand-to-hand combat was oftentimes taken defensively because of the possibility of enhancements giving his opponent the edge. In swordplay, the story was entirely different with the reaper switching frequently between choices, sometimes preferring defensive and other times taking the aggressive role and playing offensively; he knew he possessed the skill to pull it off.
Silently, Fritz watched as his apprentice rose from the ground, leaving him to wonder if she discovered his technique. He knew with each decision he made in their combat scenario, the more obvious it became that he wanted to throw her off balance. When she rushed him, the reaper prepared himself, finding the surprise of somersaults a surprising twist; she relied heavily on balance for her moves. When she proved to be rather high in the air for her next attack, the slightest bit of a brief smirk touched Fritz’s face. He dodged to the right to avoid her blow instead of remaining in her path; there was a chance he could throw her balance off in landing. While Vashti passed, the ancient warrior reached out to jab her side, hoping she would struggle to twist or be too surprised to block his moves. He never thought about the possibility of her counter should he have blocked, he merely hoped that should he fail to land his hit, her landing would be thrown off balance.
Patiently, Fritz awaited Vashti's attack, his eyes analyzing her, waiting for the movements which could help him indicate what she intended to do. There was only a brief amount of time before the brunette advanced to perform her attack, the reaper not surprised when she rushed. The ancient warrior steeled himself, knowing he could handle one of Vashti's hits if it allowed him to return the favour. Suddenly, Vashti launched herself into the air, Fritz watching as she attempted to for his side. The kick was mediocrely blocked, a grunt of effort escaping his throat before he attempted to push her leg away. There was a force behind his shove, the warrior shifting his stance to allow for better sturdiness should Vashti attempt to place more strength behind the kick. After he attempted to shove her leg away, Fritz dropped into a crouch.
Hastily, his foot went out into a sweeping kick aimed towards her other leg in hopes of eliminating her balance. Her attempts to kick resulted in a majority of her balance being placed on her grounded leg if Fritz were to presume. Either way, the reaper remained fixated on his main objective of throwing Vashti off balance, although, it was obvious he needed to properly combat her kicks; it appeared to be a commonly used method of attack.
Adrenaline flowed through Fritz's veins as their sparring proceeded. These battles could always bring a flare of excitement to the ancient warrior's life despite injury was unlikely; some safety precautions were taken naturally. They allowed for both skill sharpening and enjoyment for the reaper whenever he could indulge in some proper combat practice. Successfully grabbing Vashti's ankle was rewarding considering the brunette's intense speed. Unfortunately, the situation would not be easily handled. Instead of proving to be reliant on her feet, Vashti successfully used her hands to stabilize her balance before attempting to shake his grip. The ancient warrior kept his grip firm as he attempted to pull her leg closer before shoving her leg in the opposite direction; he wanted to throw her balance off. Without balance, a fighter could be easily defeated.
Since the mere age of sixteen or perhaps younger, Fritz trained to become a proper guard for the sake of his village, thus he was determined to win their sparring match, or at least make it difficult. When his kick was successfully blocked, the reaper pulled away, instead, picking a more defensive position. While the ancient warrior would presume his strength was superior, he wanted the sparring lesson to proceed. Furthermore, the position was ill-favourable should his opponent decide to throw him off balance. Patiently, Fritz waited for Vashti to attack, deciding to try and possible use her next attack against her.
The smooth block Vashti performed in response to his jab was impressive to Fritz. A graceful spin before using her leg to block the blow; she moved like a dancer. She was evidently equipped with a variety of skills in hand-to-hand combat; as the ancient warrior expected of a law enforcement officer. There were plenty of moments where the brunette proved to be a powerful opponent, making the reaper believe she would be an adequate sparring partner. Hastily, Fritz retreated his hand and successfully detected the subtle moves of her muscles. Suddenly, Vashti kicked out towards him, but the ancient warrior knew where he should take his advantages. Instead of merely dodging to avoid the blow, Fritz pulled back, avoiding the vicinity of the kick before reaching to try and get a grip on the brunette's ankle.
If he managed to get a firm grip, he would push Vashti back in an attempt to throw her off balance. There was importance in a fighter's balance, thus eliminating it remained a keen objective for the reaper. Their spar would be interesting considering the immense quickness his apprentice; even her abilities allowed for superior agility to his own. While Fritz trained himself to his physical peaks, those with enhancements proved numerous times maintain superiority, but the ancient warrior refused to cease his strives for improvement. Despite their fighting, the conversation proceeded, Vashti stating she was not interested in changing weapons.
"Understandable," he answered while attempting to hit her with a kick of his own. "You're blade is light weight, designed for your fighting style. You would also be more comfortable with it."
Agility was essential for Vashti's method of fighting, evident by the abilities she was granted, although, Fritz relied on the power he could provide his body through daily exercise and practice. While he was limited in some regards, he strived to keep himself well-rounded by training specific aspects of himself. Despite his lacking in enhancements, he proved to be a formidable opponent from years of fighting and adapting to combat situations; he had at a minimum two-thousand year worth after all.
Returning to the ward was out of the question for Fritz since he believed himself to be plenty healed and fit for their training session. With his sword gently placed on the bleachers, he was prepared to continue. Gradually, ancient warrior eased into stretching his muscles, bringing his arms forward and across his chest, each being provided an opportunity. Smoothly, the motions shifted to a simple shoulder roll before stretching his arms upwards. He parted his legs, working towards stretching his sides by reaching towards the left before shifting to the right. Finally, he went forward into a lunge to complete stretching, listening to Vashti's answer to do the hand-to-hand sparring first. Considering his apprentice's police background, she was likely to be capable in hand-to-hand, which he presumed was apart of the RCMP curriculum. After a few moments, he stood up, straightening himself to reveal his full height.
"Then we shall start there. Afterwards, we will move to swordsmanship. This is also your chance to learn about other lessons if you would like," the reaper explained.
There were plenty of weapons which he would allow Vashti to learn about in case she wanted to carry more than merely her sword and her fists. While Fritz tended to rely heavily on his broadsword, it was specifically because of his extreme admiration for the weapon which saved him on a daily basis. The sword remained by his side throughout his numerous years on Earth, thus his complete trust was placed into the weapon. After the decision was made, the ancient warrior took his side of the area which they would spar between one another. Once on his side, Fritz got into position before gesturing for Vashti to proceed, which she did. The initial attacks consisting of arm jabs were handled with a mixture of blocks and dodges.
From a size perspective, Fritz was a taller opponent, suggesting his limbs were longer than Vashti, thus he desired to keep distance between them. While he could handle a closer confrontation, he wanted to keep his opponent further in this situation to make avoiding blows easier, thus when Vashti suddenly attempted to get extremely close, he pulled away, feinting left to try and jab her side.
Concern became more frequent when Fritz began travelling around with Vashti, the young brunette being prone to worry. The notion of somebody fretting over his well-being was comforting considering there were years when it was absent. After the War of Traitors when his group of mercenaries disbanded, the reaper spent a lengthy period of time alone. While he made the occasional friend, long-term relationships were rare and oftentimes did not possess constant worrying. Years of being alone resulted in Fritz being adjusted to merely fretting over his own condition, albeit, less than the concerns friends displayed. Once survival was accomplished and wounds were mended, the reaper never thought further about his injuries since given time, they would always mend. The cycle was continuous, the ancient warrior receiving a wound from battle, getting medical attention and the injuries eventually healing; wounds were nothing.
When Vashti stated otherwise to the reaper's belief, he lifted a brow in response. Medical personnel always stated similar to his peculiar arrangement of beliefs. They frequently despised his adamant need for training; Fritz hated the notion of his skills deteriorating because of injury leave. When the brunette pulled away, the reaper merely watched, his hands promptly fidgetting with the bandages to tighten them and adjust as needed. Avoiding further fussing from the TRS medical staff was a necessity, thus precautions were taken to maintain tightness around each wound. There was a fluency to Fritz's fingers as he adjusted the gauze, the ancient warrior recalling the numerous healing lessons provided when he travelled alone. The decision of dragging him to the ward should anything be awry was responded to with an eye roll.
"There will be nothing wrong, they are just a few cuts. That razor only managed to nick me if anything," Fritz insisted. "Now pick, sword or hand-to-hand?"
There was intent to do both practices during today's training session since the reaper desired to know which combat style Vashti appeared more comfortable with. Once the adjustments were completed, Fritz slowly removed his scabbard, his broadsword remaining nestled in the leather holder. The sword was settled carefully beside his other items, the ancient warrior evidently possessing great care for his chosen weapon.
There was a certain brilliance to witnessing Vashti practice her moves, thus Fritz proceeded to silently observe. Interrupting these types of actions were a forbidden act to the reaper considering they were crucial for development in combat styles. The ancient warrior had invested numerous years into training his skills, allowing for him to becoming an excellent fighter despite the nature of his ability. Silently, Fritz watched Vashti's body move, sparing against the dummy. There was something eye-catching about watching Vashti move, the reaper observing her while she proceeded to practice her moves. The manner which her body moved was incredible, resulting in the ancient warrior scrutinizing the brunette's form, making notes and detecting for possible improvements. After a few moments of watching, Vashti paused, finally noticing his presence inside the gymnasium. There were no thoughts taken towards the gauze wrapped around his head possibly earning her attention; he got injured plenty and was still surprised by Vashti's worry.
When she reached towards his cheek, Fritz remained still, the only motion being the slight raise of his brow in mild confusion from the action. The brunette's soft hand rested on his cheek while her brown eyes appeared fixated on the white bandaging wrapped around his crown. The question towards his injury was regarded with a soft sigh as Vashti proceeded to mention his rather reckless behaviour. Since returning to Earth as a reaper, the ancient warrior peacefully accepted the notion of possibly sacrificing himself for the greater good of Earth. These were the victims of the war, caught between the crosshairs in the War of Traitors and later forced to defend themselves against the Assembly of Phantom's twisted ideals. Separating all species could only mend the issue for a limited amount of time in Fritz's opinions, not for the long-term beliefs of Assembly.
"It's nothing," he mumbled. "It's just a little cut from a Razor. It will heal as always."
There was an impassive tone when vaguely recounting how he obtained the injury. Throughout his centuries on Earth, Fritz had received worse injuries, even meeting the grim face of death himself. The insistence to be more careful was met with a neutral expression. While the ancient warrior despised verbally admitting it, his recklessness could get out of hand, resulting in him gathering several wounds.
"I'll try," he stated to keep Vashti calm. "We should start with the lesson though. Even if I have a few cuts, I can still train since it's nothing serious."
The gathering of cuts were nothing compared to other wounds Fritz obtained while on the field. These were the type where medics would inform him to be more cautious before patching him up, allowing him to leave with cleaning recommendations. Unfortunately, in situations where the elite hunter gathered enough wounds to be placed on light duty (or occasionally injury leave) he would still be prone to training despite the injuries. He could not resist the urge to firmly grab the sword handle and practice his moves; being sharp was beyond important to the swordsman.
There was always plenty of training to accomplish, even for those accomplished in the skills of hunting down terrors and disposing of them. After a gruelling mission the prior day, Fritz walked down the hall, a bandage around his forehead from a nasty blow caused by a razor. The quick devil managed to get a lucky hit on the reaper, leaving a gash. Fortunately, everything was promptly tended to, the medics providing the ancient warrior with disinfectant before carefully wrapping the wound in gauze. There were comments about Fritz being lucky the injury was not detrimental, but the reaper merely considered it a misfortune caused from his own reckless attitude. Slowly, the elite hunter walked towards the training center, his sword strapped to his waist as usual. Warm sunlight engulfed the Earth, causing for the snow to fade away and numerous puddles to dot the muddy trail.
After crossing the sparring grounds, Fritz pushed open the large double doors of the training center. A few careful moments were taken to wipe off his messy boots before the reaper proceeded down the hallway. A large duffle bag was slugged over the elite hunter's shoulder as he navigated the training center, heading towards the gym. The students inside the training center easily recognized him as an elite hunter, evident by the red accents which contrast against the dark of his uniform. He arrived properly dressed in a newly acquired uniform after his previous became the victim to numerous holes. Gradually, he weaved through the training center halls until finally arriving at the gymnasium where he requested Vashti to meet him. The door was pushed open, revealing a rather pleasant sight of Vashti already practicing her moves against a motionless dummy.
A proper training regiment already brought hopes that the brunette would become a marvellous hunter as her capabilities increased. Silently, Fritz watched a few moments from the threshold before entering the gymnasium. As he walked inside, the door closed with a quiet clack while the reaper wandered over to the bench. There was little effort in taking the duffle bag off and setting it onto the bleachers alongside his TRS jacket. A short-sleeved TRS shirt was revealed beneath, carrying the similar accents and dark colours of his jacket. More cuts were revealed because of the action, although, most had healed over. Injuries never hindered Fritz; he simply fought through the pain and proceeded to fight. Fortunately, his recovery allowed for training to proceed alongside giving him the ability to take missions. The reaper remained speechless as he stretched to give Vashti plenty of time to complete her training regiment before they moved onto today's lesson.
Physical combat against another individual remained an important asset for TRS hunters considering the Assembly of Phantoms was filled with both terrors and soldiers prepared to try and conquer Lorsette. While the pair never sparred together, Fritz could already guess Vashti would be an excellent sparring partner on account of her RCMP training. Despite his numerous years of fighting, the reaper remained hopeful that perhaps the female gifted could manage to assist in sharpening his skills as a warrior further. Opportunities to improve skills were incredible moments, thus the blue-haired man prayed these sparring matches would assist. Once everything was tidied, Fritz turned back towards where Vashti was practicing and began to analyze the nature of her technique. There were flares of swordsmanship mixed in with hand-to-hand combat tactics, providing her fighting capability with some spontaneous moments. The reaper was easily impressed by the mixture of two arts, even silently nodding with approvement while he observed.
Frustration began flowing thick through Fritz's veins as his eyes narrowed at the green-haired medic. Already his assumptions were pointing fingers towards Vashti; the woman was constantly attempting to create a relationship between them despite his dismay. While, admittedly, he found his friend to have an alluring appearance the reaper always refused the connection between them. There were already numerous individuals taken from him, thus his thoughts continued to insist against the world granting him a soulmate. They were merely friends, it was bound to be the destiny the pair faced; there would never be something more between them. The notion of them being soulmates was always dismissed despite Vashti's insistence since the ancient warrior failed to sense the pain the woman endured. Although, the discovery of this belief explained the peculiar behaviour of his fellow TRS agents.
Being in the TRS for an extensive period of time made Fritz notorious among a majority of agents, thus they would gleefully bite at the juicy gossip of him possessing a lover. The apology failed to sooth the grumpy reaper, a sigh of annoyance escaping his lips as he attempted to feign composure.
"We're friends! That is all, nothing more than that," he muttered back to the confused woman. "Next time, you should ask first since I don't appreciate this spreading like wildfire!"
Annoyance began leaking into his sentences again, the ancient reaper finding it difficult to maintain a calm vestige in the instance. Time would be wasting clarifying his relationship with Vashti, which was already a headache for the man who preferred to spend hours outside training his swordsmanship. In a hasty movement, he turned away from the green-haired woman without providing a farewell; dealing with the issue now was better than later after all! His sheath and duffle bag bounced against him while he moved, the reaper continuing to stride smoothly despite the heft.
Confusion orbited through Fritz's mind as this strange woman continued to ramble on about nonsensical topics. There were plenty of people who could have disturbed him, but unfortunately he got stuck with this peculiar woman. The reaper was certain that the woman had mistaken him for another individual, especially since the conversation was related to a love interest. As she continued, the ancient warrior lifted an eyebrow as his opinion of the medic was instantly changed; maybe she was crazy? There was a chance that she was suffering from an illness resulting in mixing him up with another person. The awkward compliment was uncomfortable, the hunter debating the concept of leaving while the woman was rambling on; he was not prepared to deal with this. There was no possible way that he was the person she was searching for to scold.
When the green-haired woman stated that she was better at recognizing faces, Fritz found it difficult not to doubt the concept. After being dubbed several different names and being told incorrect information about himself, the reaper was fairly certain that the medic was immensely confused. The bewildered expression remained on Fritz's usually impassive face since the woman's claims were connected to the numerous peculiar occurrences during work. Perhaps a few people had jumped to conclusion and made a presumption? As the girl returned to the concept of dating, a name was mentioned. Instantly, the ancient warrior glared as he understood what had transpired to create these rumors. While Vashti remained an excellent friend, Fritz could easily piece together that she was the culprit behind this sudden rumor; she had inquired about dating enough for it.
"Vashti?! Did she tell you she was dating me?!" Fritz inquired. "Because I am tell you, I AM NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HER!"
There were hints of annoyance behind his voice while he sheathed the sword, standing up to place it around his belt. The duffel bag was hastily retrieved afterwards as the reaper prepared himself to find his friend. It remained the primary suspect for this suddenly sparking rumor towards his relationship status. Irritation was displayed in Fritz's expression as he stood tall, mentally charting the possible locations of Vashti already. This situation needed to be organized quickly before the rumor could spread further.
Instead of fixating his attention onto the woman who had disturbed him, Fritz returned to finishing the meticulous cleaning process of his sword. The possibility of the medic truly seeking his attention appeared unlikely given the incorrect name and casual approach. It suggested a search for social interaction, which was a concept the reaper rarely desired. After the correction, the woman remained near, a laugh escaping her lips while the sounds of footsteps on the grass grew louder; it did not appear she has the attention to leave. The apology followed by the mentioning of forgetting his name caused a sigh to escape his lips. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the green-haired woman had intentions to converse with him.
"My name is Fritz," he corrected simply.
There was little emotion to his voice, giving it a colder impression than intended. Afterwards, the ancient warrior returned to giving his broad sword the necessary attention. Patiently, he waited for the stranger to continue with whatever she has arrived to accomplish. The mentioning of a scolding earned Fritz's attention, his blue eyes flitting up from his work towards the peculiar woman who stood in front of him. What exactly had he accomplished to be worthy of scolding? Had avoiding the cafeteria suddenly become another peculiar rule of modern society? An expression of bewilderment managed to claim his usually emotionless face.
"Excuse me?" Fritz responded, genuine confusion touching his voice.
The smile featured across the woman's lips was strange, causing the reaper to furrow his brows; he was clueless to what scold-worthy action he had done. Perhaps this woman was merely confused or recently faced some dramatic event that resulted in a peculiar behavior. As the green-haired female continued, her words continuing to mention a girlfriend, the confusion increased. For a moment, the hero stared at the medic that had confronted him considering he was single currently with no plans to date another individual.
"... What the hell are you talking about?" He began. "I don't have a girlfriend! Hell, I haven't dating anyone for thousands of years!"
There was a slight snapping in his voice, the reaper mildly annoyed from being disturbed with trivial gossip that concerned him. Why would this peculiar woman think that he possessed a girlfriend? It was notion that the ancient warrior had yet to comprehend. All actions taken towards cleaning his sword were ceased, Fritz not realizing the piece of gossip his close friend had put into place.
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