[X] Short Blade, Conjure Elemental Blade (Dark), Primary Darkness, Secondary Darkness, channeling, evasion, Sever, explosions.
-[X] Ask him to run over the basic skills and knowledge that a death of your level should know. Let him know what you already know, and focus on what you don't.
--[X] If he asks why, or seems to resent being asked to relate the basics, tell him that the chief reason that the last mission was a clusterfuck was that someone assumed we knew how to fly, and pushed us off a flying fortress.
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As you wake up from a beep at your bedside you groggily turn it off before doing some minor stretching to try and wake up your muscles. During this time you think on your training earlier, and how much you feel you've improved. It's amazing what just a few hours with someone who actually cares enough to push you for your sake, instead of their own, can do.
Getting up it occurs to you that you don't have an alarm clock, and soon after checking it you find a small note.
Mission 30m
It's not signed, but the lack of filler makes it pretty obvious who it's from. A spike of worry shoots through you as you realize he was in your room while you were sleeping, before it occurs to you that you really don't give a shit. If he didn't do anything weird during the twelve hours he was beating the shit out of you yesterday, you somehow doubt he did anything weird when he set up the alarm clock.
Come to think of it, what the hell is this hooked up to? There's no cord, and certainly no outlet. You focus with one of your new skills, Sieg called it stat sensing, well, more like you called it after he... fuck it, you know it's called stat sensing ok?
As you do, the air around you visibly hums with ambient energy, energy you're actually pretty grateful for. You'd have run out long before you did earlier if it wasn't for all of it reinforcing you while you trained. To think, all this time, all of this was just floating around.
It's not important though, and you ignore it, instead focusing on the clock and noticing a small stream of energy flowing into it from the back. Huh, so you were right, soul powered electronics are actually a thing. Heh, you chuckle to yourself at the thought of someone like Forgotten being used as a battery to fix the world's energy crisis.
As you put the note down you notice a minute has already passed in your musing. You decide to thank him for the clock later, and the reminder of the mission in a half an hour. You never did get out of him why he decided to train you, but you figure someone probably asked him.
As you leave your room in a casual search for Forgotten, you muse on the end of the training, and a small shiver of excitement runs down your spine as you remember how it ended. You had, through blatant abuse of reality and force of will, managed to get him to show you the other half of his weapon! Sure you also gained a new badass skill in the process, earned the first real praise you'd gotten since you got here, and probably proven yourself in more ways than you can comprehend. But that's meaningless compared to being proved right about his weapon. That the chain was indeed attached to something hidden, and it was glorious!
Course he then proceeded to use it to cut you in half, but that's ok! Really, it is, because that's when your tired, perhaps a little too excited mind, decided that you should completely shatter the way you understand the world. You knew from Butcher explaining it, and Sieg in his strange way, that physical death wasn't the real concern. It was spiritual damage, and the fact that after physically dying combatants can still hit your soul. What you didn't realize was just how much of your physical body is made up of spiritual energy, and that you could sacrifice spiritual energy to heal your body in emergency.
Well, ok, you hadn't quite gotten that down, but you were going to work on it. Right now you can only sacrifice a large amount of spiritual energy, or, soul power as it is called, to reform your physical body. But that alone is massive! The implications behind it are world breaking! It means your existence doesn't fit logic, and that you sit at neither dead or alive, that you're above it like some kind of god! Which your brain tells you in hindsight should have been really obvious, but shut up brain! You're new to this, and that's fucking amazing.
After some time you get sick of wandering, and, albeit reluctantly given the last time, decide to teleport over to Rose's office so see if she knows where to find him this time. As you teleport you note just how much you enjoy it. You have no idea how this wacky maze like place is structured in the least, and yet you can get wherever you want without even really thinking about it.
It is to this train of thought that you appear in Rose's office, and see you're not the only visitor. To your surprise, though you guess you probably shouldn't be, you found Forgotten! And, Butcher?
You walk over to their side to ask what's going on, but before you can get anything out Rose clears her throat. You do a quick priorities check, and figure unanimously that whatever she is going to say is probably more important than your question, and snap to attention.
"Now that we're all here." She stares pointedly at you, but, why? You're actually early... You shrug it off, the others have probably been here forever just to spite you. Which, honestly annoys you quite a bit more than you'd like to admit. Sieg had informed you that Forgotten was busy and couldn't train you, which was why he was doing it. Certainly doesn't seem busy...
She pulls out a folder and holds it out, which Forgotten quickly grabs and looks through at lightning speed before throwing it back. "Just as requested."
"While I will admit your request caught me off guard at the time, the list was happy to produce." She says with a knowing smile, and looks at you again. Seriously, what the hell?
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask before you even try to stop yourself. "Request?"
"Yes, your mentor came in here yesterday rather peeved about something and, to my utmost surprise, though the glee of one of our clients, requested a class D mission on the first floor."
Great, more shit you don't know. Class D? Does it go below that, or higher? Hell, what is this about floors? You remember it being mentioned before, but you can't really recall any details. Just as you're about to ask a key word goes off in your head like one of your explosions.
"Client? What are we mercenaries?" When Rose doesn't laugh or, in any way argue, it hits you she's not joking. "Really?"
"Where the hell do you think all the materials we go through comes from?" ...That is a good point.
"It's just, I kind of assumed we were strictly enforcers of the heavens or something, you know, foreseers of death, bringers of fate? Scythe wielding skeletons who reap souls for the sole purpose of ridding the world of the damned." Now that you think about it, that actually does sound kind of stupid.
"I don't remember saying that, do you Forgotten?" He replies in a heartbeat, "nope certainly don't. You?" He asks, and Butcher of all people picks it up. "Not the faintest clue where she got that from."
After a moment of confusion Rose appears to take pity on you. "I cannot believe that joke is still around." Wait, what joke?
She sighs, and you can tell she doesn't want to explain. Hey, you were right, reading Sieg did make you better at body language. Have to thank him for that too.. you think. "A long time ago, my master decided to play a joke on the living world, and announced himself to the populous as a bringer of damnation. With his scythe, which he had lit on fire entirely on accident in an entirely unrelated event, he proceeded to." She pauses, holding up her fingers in quote signs. "Show the world his awesome power." She put down her hands. "To this day, new people from floor one still have the wrong idea."
Huh... That's, actually kind of eye opening. It's official, Fragment is nuts. "I see."
You kind of want to ask another question but glancing to your right you see Butcher eyeing you back with an expression of amusement, and remember that perhaps now isn't the time for an interrogation.
"Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do." She says before pulling out a folder from her desk and a pen. After a moment of stock stillness she looks back up at the three of you. "What are you waiting for, shoo." She waves her hand out at you, and suddenly all three of you standing before a large portal. Forgotten walks up to it casually, as if giant portals are normal for him. Which, honestly, they probably are.
"Before we go, I want to make sure last mission doesn't happen again. So before we go, can you explain to me what went wrong with the last mission?" He stares at you, analyzing. You can tell that he's probably not going to forget what you're about to say, and your previous total willingness to say what Cecillia suggested evaporates.
Not that you doubt her or anything, which you totally do, but Cecillia wasn't exactly forthcoming with what the hell that line is about. Then again, it's not like you have much else aside from 'shit happened, clusterfuck, boom.'
[]Proceed with normal script, the "Where's my wine" script.
[]"shit happened, clusterfuck, boom."
