Tome of Paladins : The DawnLight

02. Mission

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3 years later.

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*Tring-ting-ting*

@mebeckbabe: _There's a mission. The specific is on the line, you see._

The sound of a message just coming shortly in the present of the host of the computer that now sitting itself in a wooden chair that clearly could be seen far from being just common things with its brown fluffy on the seat and in the backrest, with golden thread sewed on the edge and on the part where it connected with the linen.

While the one facing the screen is a 15 years old boy with ash blonde hair and fair white skin, adorned the outlook of his flesh. He had hazel eyes that glimmering with the fragrant of having no particular reasons, which by reasons was none of course if you even slightly care for what was actually happening. No kidding. In short, it was indifference.

With eyelids that doesn't even had a great sunny energy right in there, and mouth expressing a flatting structure that doesn't even confront an intention to make it like what it supposed as a construction.

What he's like?

Describe!

He seems dissatisfied with anything that might sound unbelievable in his mind space where what inside is just a content, where he put himself as someone with a tragically and literally all the existing reality in a somewhat adverse conditions that keep preventing him from his successable endeavour to achieve what he always put his gun on. Like thrown onto the volcano that only giving a jiffy hiffy feeling where it cause is just slight burn till you turn to nothing but an ash, but somehow there's some hilly micky dickey just stand on his way and said something so cliché it might be better if they just roast him on a metallic griller with cheese and parsley, as side dish of a fettucine.

Yepp.

To conclude,

There's always something that put a stop and snuff on his kicking the bucket journey that end with him flipping to the side of a heaven as a transparent and ethereal figure, where he lifted to the sky then judged for anything that he's done on this planet called, Eccionus. Or so the story told.

Eh, what a weird sounding name.

So he just let go, and trying his best to live earnestly. Since there's people he now actually considered as humans with a welfare that he needed to care of.

Not like it forced on him. It just.

He just to embarrass to say and or admitting even inside his heart and his limbic system, that he cares about someone other than his dream that is to be as fast as possible had a nice, simple and wooden coffin where he finally could rest his butt on it.

Alright, back to the story.

The teenager then tapping back with a tap tap tone from the keyboard with his fingers that seems caught on fire. What's the hurry?

It dancing left and right like biggie tom hill which finally by then came the reply.

Astoria: _I'm game._

@mebeckbabe: _Nice. You knew my number, just put on the today's password and I'll send the encrypted file for the assemble place. See you around_

Astoria: _...Can I request you for somethin'?_

@mebeckbabe: _What is it?_

Astoria: _Can you change your Cyber name? It's disturbing._

@mebeckbabe: _You too. Hell, no. No way in the moonnalissa would I change. It's cool, alright. It's part of most people these day used to. Modern. It wasn't low and lame such as some who put their name as, Robi*hood, Jack*ammer, Jackie ch*n, even your name. Astoria. What the heck. Do you live in primeval era._

@mebeckbabe: _Listen. I mean read this on slowly and carefully until it stick enough right onto your brain._

Astoria: _It's Hippocampus._

@mebeckbabe: _Wha.. What?_

Astoria: _I mean it specifically and in sophisticated way, that from the research that already published by The Central quite a long time ago that the functions of memory is managed, by one of the few structures in temporal lobe, and one of that is Hippocampus where episodic memories formed. And there's two of them which located in medial temporal lobes of cerebrum._

Astoria: _From all the testimony of the others member and the inference that finally drawn by which your behaviour and conducts I record inside my mind as suggest by me and myself that obviously aren't concern on my part or anyone else. I drawn a conclusion that you like to act in a way that made people subconsciously and knowingly put you as a smart lect guy but clearly, you're not. I cut it short. I givin' such exhortation so you'll be more prudent in your future act, as to not made you feel ashamed and self conscious of such conduct that may harm you on the future part on your life._

Astoria: _And for such suggestion that quite wasting my time, of course I would like to demand you that by now clearly different from just being simple request, change your Cyber name. Right about now._

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@mebeckbabe: _...I was wondering how could you spoke so little but write so fast and with such length? Do you live in restaurant where the chef will going scream, fgjhaduorj sbjagdyeg ljfsjagyfas fsjgaiyefhad jsdyadyfegy. Huh?. Or are your mother is some alien that_

Astoria: _Your Cyber name. Now!_

@mebeckbabe: _Hahhaha, you threaten me? You threaten me? Sure. Sure. You're one heck of a guy with crazy punch and kick that surely will beat the sh*t out of me over ten, twenty, fifty times. But honestly my shinee, none of us know each other. What can you do about me? Hell no, you smart ass. I won't change it._

*Click*

The teenager quick out from the chat and reboot the computer.

He then resting his hands on the table, while his face start to turn deep pinkish-red like a sweet soft red fruit and seed-studded surface, holding back his strong feeling of annoyance. But it soon turned back to his meandering expression that day by day used to plastered on his face.

*Ring-ring-ring*

He looked to the side of his hands that now resting on the brown table.

There's a phone lightened the darkened space enclosed by milky white walls with elegant golden art that decorate with pattern of wave at the lower and upper part. A ceiling and floor in the colour of azure sky that now hissing, complaining for drowning it in the darkness and letting no light showcase its fineness to please the aesthetic senses of anyone that put its eyes on it.

"Hello…" Greet him.

"Green as sky, …"

"Blue as winter."

"Red as sea, …"

"Step closer at the mystery."

"… Cipher."

"8 Squad of The Scavengers. Subsidiary Group. Cyber name, Astoria."

"Astoria, your file had successfully directed onto your allocated device. Please replied with your number to validate the acceptance."

Then the call turned off. The teenager then took something from under the table.

*Clack*

A secret compartment that using his fingerprint then opened, revealing a section of a cube container. Inside, there is a black device that seems slightly identical with old phone that had button just bellow the screen.

Two second after, There's a beep on it.

He then push the button at the middle that had symbol of five, then next to other buttons with number seven, three, nine and back to five.

There's green light illuminate his face coming from the screen.

He then continued by searching the contact inside, until it stopped at the name of Irralahesta.

"Hello." Said someone at the other side of the black device.

"Irra, it's me. How's mine? Is it still being fixed?"

"Yes, unfortunately. Do you mind some helping hands. I could help you borrow some from my dad."

"No, thank you. Just prepare the regular one."

"Alright. Skeleton hands, a baseball bat, mini revolver 7ct edition for emergency, and usual armoured grey hoodie. You can choose the other small devices when you arriving. Anything else? There's this new vambraces for electric motions that is quite good. Well, it practically just following the principle of the lightning gauntlets. Though weaker, but it stimulated someone movements to be faster, so not all about it is downside."

"… No. That's all for the time be, and. I'm fast."

"How about new Scavenger mask?"

"No. Mine still intact."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Sigh… Alright then. See you later."

"See you later."

… …

"Here's Tori*, I'm on my position." Said someone while using his left forefinger onto the supposed ear of his head that covered by a grey hoodie, while leaning on the wall that had some moss grown on it.

He using a black mask with a sewn part of white threads that forming an x of the supposed mouth, while the eyes had a dark blue round spectacles that attached right onto its fabric for the purpose of visions of the individual that now wearing such a getup. There's also a black baseball bat hanging on his back, tied in particular black chain that had something to attached the bat.

While all around him is a wheezing silent from the abandoned building that seems doesn't even had a shreds on anything that maybe going to show that there's any life that possibly inside of such a place, that more likely is a playground of a nebulous image from a dead person, or a myth that put others to escape and running away as far as possible from such a spine chilling place.

"Here's Jack, I'm on my position."

"Here's Ari, I'm on my position."

"Here's Lethe, I'm on my position."

"Here's Beck, I'm on my position."

"…"

"…"

"Reporting to the Overseer. All Scavengers member are in position. Waiting for the next orders."

"Report accepted. Proceeding to the next steps."

"…On my mark. Three… Two… … GO…"

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After hearing that, the man who report himself as Tori then quickly shove both of his hands onto the pocket of a small bag hanging on his waist.

Taking a small device that shaped like a sphere, he then pressed at the middle of it where there's glowing blue at the edge of the button with his thumb.

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