I sat, my leg across my knee as my foot gently tapped on the floor. The sun rose across the horizon as I sipped my tea, its hue staining the sky as I mumbled, more to myself than anyone.
"I still have no clue what Blue thought made these so beautiful."
I formed a glyph as I dropped the cup in, and while some would complain about using S rank magic that can create black holes as a waste discardment was an abuse of power or something, but I say they are just jealous they arn't strong enough to use black holes casually.
I leaned back in the chair, the front two legs lifting off the ground as I let the chair tip and began a small countdown in my head. As they were about to pass under me, I let the chair fall and right before I would hit the ground, I went intangible and fell through the floor, coasting down through the floors of the villa the tournament had practically thrown at me when I announced I was going to watch the games. I glanced over my shoulder to the page, a small smile on my face at that little hidden knowledge most would never learn about as I prepared my posture, and landed, right as one of the groups of fateless was about to pass right by.
There are few pleasures in life that one can expect to stay nice, but that feeling of terror when I arrive to a room is always a fun one, though like most fateless it quickly shifts from terror to relief, because its only the nation destroying murderer with more kills over trillions of lifetimes than there are probably molecules in this universe, its only him.
"Jeez Red, you scared us."
Alex said, taking a moment to lean over and hold his chest like he had suddenly developed a heart problem. The boy was your typical protagonist, white hair, fancy attire, a special sword he "StOrEs In HiS rIgHt HaNd" the fucking chuunibyou. His allies were more a range of characters.
Shura, probably one of the core 2 of the original student council due to Players losing interest or leaving for this reason or that, Observer keeps trying to explain that is up to them if they use the character's, but why don't they try that after I had to spell a WHOLE AFTERNOON time traveling, fucking with peoples memories, hell even rewriting genetics. Nobody is Alex's family has white hair, so either his mom found someone else on the side, or it was me inventing gene splicing in a fantasy world, because GODS FORBID I HAVE AN EASY JOB!
"Wait, I'm going on a tangent, and you probably didn't click this chapter to hear that, my b. Now, I was talking about… let me just read through what's here so far. Yea, yea, sunset thing, black hole joke, anime reference, AH, yes Shura."
She was simple in a way that someone like me who has to carve details loves, feasible red hair, and a swordswoman. The daughter of hajnal bit was harder to pull off, but I made it work. Fable is pretty typical, barely shaves, but always has a microstash with a scarf despite the fact its like 70 degrees outside guy with the power to effect fate and causality due to him being a prodigy at messing with the foundational force of the universe, so typical kid. There's the furry with a singing voice who keeps changing the theme music for the boss fights, he's more new, and the last one being the fire kid. He was contracted with some hotshot spirit, but I don't remember which, though I do know there was some kind of over the table deal his player and observer struck to let him have that contract.
"So Red, why is it that you recommended us come to this event as Alex's final session?"
Fabel asked, his voice holding a surprising deepness for someone who seemed locked like 73% of the way through puberty as Alex turned back.
"Ok, can we not say final session like im about to be offered as a sacrifice here, I'm being freed, and Misery is moving onto another character."
As Alex finished I felt time freeze around us as I glanced up to the icons that represented the different players as Misery turned to the Observers Icon.
"Btw, have you set Red to get to work on that?"
"Bitch, don't talk about me like I'm not here."
I said floating up and crossing my arms as the Icons turned to each other.
"Well I think we will pick up the next session with you all here for the tournament, and we will do the Alex sendoffs next week, sound good yall?"
There were various contented noises as there was the strange sound that always followed players leaving the strange room the observer made and invited them too. Observer waited a moment before he turned back to me and said.
"Have you had a chance to work on that Paladin he wants to play next?"
"Have you?"
I retorted knowing full well that a chunk of the work also fell to the observer who had to give me a budget of powers to grant, from the rank of the soulskill, to the circumstances of the desired backstory and how dangerous they can actually be.
"Ill finish that up later, for now can you not try to hijack the story, it's supposed to follow Aiden and his group, not the adventures of Red as he does god knows what."
I rolled my eyes as I glanced back to the page and thought
What is he, my mom?
"Hey, quit breaking the fourth wall, unlike you, I have to fix it every time someone does, and I am not having the whole I created you, and your mom, and your mom's mom discussion with you again, that took way to long and we ended up spiraling for like 3 hours."
"Fine fine, I'll let the perspective return back to them, but why exactly did you want me to give Ymer and his group their Il-"