Park 4} Greg and Anghel

Greg played by Evan, Anghel played by King

How annoying! Was the only phrase that ran through Greg’s head. Annoying! People were all so annoying! How hard was it to get one piece of information without having your head put on a stake? Should basic first hand research be this hard? No! but he just had to go and confirm for himself did he? Couldn’t just trust what the internet said could he? Just had to ask the guy who was completely off his shit did he? The quite small and thin human crossed his arms in annoyance. Full of regrets, Greg could only think of where he went wrong as if figuring that out could magically remedy his situation as if it never happened at all. Despite his own moping and complaints, he still ended up right here in this dingy city instead of being in his comfy room wrapped in his comfy blankets and not dealing with a psychopathic troll.
Though it certainly took a while, Greg arrived at the place he was told. Now, why would he go somewhere a stranger online (who was rather unhinged in his eyes at that) told him to go? For a boy who prides himself on intelligence, there was one thing he just couldn’t pride himself on: courage. That was a threat! no matter how you look at it, that is a THREAT! There was the possibility, and trust me Greg mapped out ALL possibilities at all times, that he only misread the message, but that was not a risk worth taking! Surely if a troll threatens you you had better believe that they would go through every length to follow through. Humans were petty yes, but trolls were on a whole other level of it. Yeesh, this is why public memos are the worst. Greg took out his notebook, and made a quick note to himself on that.

Anghel Higure, The Crimson Angel of Judecca, was sitting by himself in the top of the tallest nearby tree. He was waiting for The General Des Kaiten, of The Dark Army. He had worked tirelessly to summon The Cowardly General, and now that he had, he wasn't going to let him go without making sure The General knew what he had forgotten. Anghel noticed The General's approach, and smirked with glee. He jumped from the tree, landing directly behind him.
"GREAT GENERAL! YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT THE MEETING SPOT OF OUR CHOOSING!"[/container]

There was just a moment of worry in Greg’s mind when he first arrived, after all they never figured out how they would identify one another. All he knew is that they were a teal blood, and all he knew was that he was human. Was that really enough to identify one another with? If he didn’t figure out who he was, was he still going to seek whatever his so-called revenge entailed? Should he have just called his bluff and not showed up in the first place?
Little did Greg know that this final moment of ignorance would be the last bliss he could indulge in. A shriek was forced out from deep within Greg’s lungs as he was lunged at, the sudden approach being far too unexpected for the tactician to have ever predicted. Should’ve made a flow chart of possible events! he cursed to himself. Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about finding the right guy anymore.
“What do you want from me?” He was blunt and to the point though his voice had an uncannily monotonous timbre to it. He took a moment for adjusting his glasses as they had slipped down his nose ever so slightly when he jumped.

"Simple, General! I shall show you what I see!" He smirked, talking very fast and very frquently in terms that Greg didn't exactly understand. "Ech, it would be a lot easier to simply show you, Des Kaiten." He held a hand out quite reluctantly.[/container]

Greg grimaced, his teeth pressing together in upset. This guy was just as insane as he was online huh? This had to be the most insane amount of dedication that he’s seen a nerd go through to try and rope someone in on their roleplaying scheme… Well, almost the most insane. He cringed backwards as he was offered a hand as if it just being near it would curse him for all of eternity.
“Uhm, give me a second to think this over.” he brought a hand to his chin, glancing up blankly at the sky scouring for an answer, o great and powerful clouds above, whatever shall he do in a situation like this?
“No.”

"PAH! NONBELIEVER! I shall restore your memories, General!" And with that, Anghel reached forward and grabbed Greg's wrist, and- The world took on a reddish tinge. The sky, specifically. Everything looked like it was underwater, covered in that reddish hue. Anghel looked different as well. His clothing was more regal and armor-like, and the horns on his head and transformed to wings on his back, one a red angel wing, the other a black demon wing. The world around them had morphed entirely, at least, it had morphed in the eyes of The General.[/container]

First, there was nothing but complete and utter silence from the young man while watching the world shift and twist before his very eyes. It was as if the entire world were falling apart at the seams. It was as though he entered a dream, barely scraping by and staying conscious in what looked to be a brand new reality. His eyes blinked involuntarily to get rid of the strange new lens that obscured his vision, then stopped entirely as the expected effect didn’t wear off the way he expected it to. That was where the silence ended.
Greg began to scream. “GHAAAAH!” he shouted, yanking his wrist back with all his might (which was to say, not very much. After all he was built like a house of twigs) What was this?! Where was he?! How did this happen?! Was he even awake? Had he died? Questions piled up in his mind, and the only conclusion he could come to came right back to his base instincts: to get the HELL OUT OF THERE! Greg continued flailing, attempting to free himself from the other’s grip.

Once Greg had sufficiently seen, Anghel released him, and his vision shifted back to normal. Anghel looked like a normal troll again. "Did you see, General Des Kaiten? Did you see The True Lense of Reality?" He grinned, seeming giddy. "You did, didn't you?! Oh, joyous day!"[/container]

Nope nope nope nope- The second Greg returned to reality, he stumbled backwards. His vision continued to blur and his legs turned into nothing but jelly. For someone who talked such big shit, he didn’t even try to keep his composure. Slowly, he lowered himself against the nearest wall for fear that the flickering of his heart would make him pass out entirely. All that, it was real right? He didn’t just imagine it? He went to reach into his pocket, his hand feeling numb and shaking like a leaf. Even still, he pulled out a small red notebook and pen and focused on it intensely, writing in scratchy green ink completely ignoring the man in front of him.

Anghel was....confused. yes, the General had seen what Anghel wished for him to see. But....he was scared? Shaking? This wasn't the General Des Kaiten he had known during The Holy Wars. He sighed, wrapping the bandages he had around one arm a little tighter as he held his hand out. "Here, General. I will assist you in rising. This hand is wrapped, and will not allow you to see into The True Lense. Take it, and let me help you up."[/container]

Overdramatically, Greg flailed about just at the idea of risking another grab of his hand. Instead, he shoved his notebook right back in his pocket securing its safety above all else as if that would protect it from the steadily dissolving world around them. It took him another few seconds before he recalled how his legs worked, but the second he did they found their way below him so he could rise back up. Stabilizing himself against the wall and looking quite green, he stared emptily at the wall searching for the courage he did not have.

"A proud man you are as usual, General! I shall have to tell Lord Ren Baickus about this, he will be most pleased with your progress." The troll grinned, putting his hands in his pockets. "Do you require anything? You look to have taken ill."[/container]

It was no use, this made no sense at all! Was he just scared? Did he get so shaken by this guy’s sudden grasp that he only imagined things? It wasn’t as if what this guy was saying made any more sense, but if he could form a hypothesis on the situation at hand he would have to spend just a few more seconds regaining himself so that his lunch stays put.
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Alright, that's a bit better. With a deep sighed out groan the short scrawny type stood back up with dazed demeanor. Perhaps, if what he saw wasn’t just a hallucination, then…
“That world, is that a parallel universe? I have read up on theories of such a thing existing, but to have such concrete evidence is troubling. No one to date has ever reported travelling to said alternate universes so I am forced to have my doubts about the factuality of what I just saw but as any good scientist should I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Please, if you would, explain what in good gracious god I just witnessed.” the shaky voice nearly commanded.

"General....let us sit for a moment, over there." He reached out and gently touched the small of Greg's back with his wrapped hand, leading him to the bench and sitting him down. "I guess I shall have to explain my situation. I am The Crimson Angel of Judecca, the only of the previous life who was kept alive. You all are reincarnations of members of a previous civilization, known as The Red Sea. What I see? The True Lense of Reality? That is what I see all the time. I do not know what this world looks like to you. To me, it is.....well, it is what you saw when I touched you." He sat next to Greg at a safe distance. "I do not know if it is an alternative reality, but I do know it is my reality."[/container]

Greg cradled his head in his hands the second he slumped into the bench. He was used to being forced into adventure against his own will by his uncle, but this had to be a good few steps up from that! No, leaps even! At this point he even considered swapping this situation out for another shitty DnD campaign where he at least got to flail a stick around vigorously for a while. Well, there was no use in imagining better alternatives Greg quickly realized. For as quickly as his mind went from thought to thought, he decided he would need something concrete to latch onto and fast.
“Do you have a name that doesn’t sound like a 30 year old that lives in his mom’s basement made it up or am I going to have to think of a nickname myself because I can feel my dignity slipping away just by hearing that nonsense coming out of your mouth.” those words sounded as if they hadn’t slept for days, even weeks at this point which also wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate. Just those few seconds were more than enough to drain Greg entirely of all vim and vigor he had at least for another few minutes.

"I am Anghel Higure." He smiled a bit, patting Greg on the back with his wrapped hand. He seemed concerned for the mortal before him, especially because of how tired he sounded. He knew seeing The True Lense was enough to tire someone out, but his Matesprite could do it just fine...[/container]

Even though he was already seated at the far end of the bench, Greg somehow managed to shift even further away from the stranger at the pat on the back. He could barely even be qualified as ‘sitting on the bench’ anymore as much as he was just barely touching it while squatting down. He took one more deep breath which seemed to invigorate his body with the life he had quickly lost moments before, allowing his expression to shift back to its typical neutrality.
And the moment he got back to himself, he immediately began a lecture. “Well first of all I have my complaints, randomly transporting someone into that kind of world seems unhealthy for the subjects. Further testings should only be with consenting volunteers who know the risks beforehand, perhaps in written contract form should be sufficient.” He took out the same notebook from before, evidently writing down every word he spoke. “That being said I absolutely must investigate this world more in the future, I expect you to also be taking notes on any important findings.” aaaand he already seemed to be bossing Anghel around even without giving his name. Great.

"You are not the ruler of me, General. We were enemies in the great war, do not forget that." He glared hard at Greg. How dare this mortal boss him around? If he was a worse Angel, he'd hurt Greg. Of course, he was an honorable angel, so he wouldn't. "I have no reason to listen to you. My Amore believes me and can see my reality, I do not care for your experimentations."[/container]

Enemies? Since when did that happen? Just how delusional is this guy? Note: though he sees a different reality as an explanation for his behaviour, he is still just as much of a nutjob as initially gauged. His glare turned from neutral to annoyed in a few seconds flat, which wasn’t all that threatening for a guy of his stature. “Listen, this isn’t rocket science… well, my part kind of is, but I expect you to follow through. That’s the least you could do after putting me through all of this… this!” He repeated, flailing his hands with importance

Anghel stood, glaring down at Greg. "Das Kaiten. You do not dare force me to do your bidding." He started walking away, a certain strut in his step.[/container]

This was all nothing but a headache, wasn’t it? Even so in his mind Greg had already decided that things would go just fine. He had no reason to believe so, and yet he already assumed that things would go according to the path set out in his head. Yes, without a doubt this guy would cooperate not because it benefitted him but because Greg had imagined he would. For someone so analytical, he lacked the ability to read others.

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