Intermission 3

An alarm woke him up, and he bleary came to attention. Silvers whined and moaned as she felt his length inside of her. Getting up, his girlfriend still on his length he walked them over to bathroom, Silvers using his feet as platforms. Opening the door he frowned at the litter decorating the bathroom. Pills, tablets, bottles of alcohol, and a general lack of any materials for him to clean his scales.

"Wanna go to my place?" He asked dryly, not wanting to shower in a place like this.

Silvers hummed an agreement. They returned to the room and put on their pants, a large shirt for Silvers and left the room. Basalin signed out before making their way to his dorm building.

Knocking on the door, Bas opened it to the sight of Roman once again watching the cooking channel. Roman gave a side glance to Basalin and Silvers, only to do a double take as his sharp eyes noticed sticky substances in the girls hair, their generally unkempt appearance, and the closeness of being. Roman's suspicions were solidified by the next sentence.

"We're taking a shower, don't come in." Basalin stated, walking over to the door and opening it, Silvers entered with him following.

Roman blinked, blinked again before shrugged. "'Bout damn time." He muttered.

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Basalin walked onto the stage, his eyes dull and his body language projecting an obvious 'I could be doing a thousand other things'. Still, here he was, Summa Cum Laude, honors student and all that crap. His eyes scanned the crowd, picking out Silvers and Roman waving a flag with his grinning face photo-shopped onto it.

'Celebration sex is gonna be fucking lit.'

He started the graduation speech off and made it as generic and dull as possible, his face and tone never changing. Short and totally not sweet. He walked off the stage with a paper that said he was better than others -something he and them- already knew.

Over the past year his relationship with Silvers hand only grown. The girl wasn't just in love with him, she practically worshiped him. It was actually really fucking weird how much she liked him. He'd figured out a month after their first session that the girl hid her Yandere vibes like a legend.

Her roommate caught them going at it once, and well. This time he wasn't joking about the fact they never found the body. Hell, he was the one who took it to the goblin ID for the green fuckers to rape, before taking it back to town and tossing it in an alley. Okay, maybe he was also a bit fucked in the head, but hey. You only stick your dick in crazy if you are crazy.

He bet the forensic guys were freaking the fuck out when they got their hands on alien semen.

Still, that relationship was in the bag and wasn't going anywhere. Roman meanwhile just let the two fuck like rabbits as long as he wasn't anywhere near it and he didn't have to clean it up.

Roman became more bro-like as time went on, so he was a bit wrong about their relationship being stagnant. He was the guy who helped him unwind about school and normal shit. Silvers was the one who he talked about the kinky and deep existential type shit whenever he felt like taking a hit on the hooka or other drugs.

He decided to finally call his grandfather and spoke to him about his entire puberty thing and his new relationship with Silvers. The man straight up told him he never thought Basalin would find another women as freaky of a brat as him.

Well, he did.

Beyond being stalkerish, extremely possessive, clingy, and otherwise a crazy bitch when it came to other women, Silvers was rather normal for a huntress all things considered.

Disregarding of his personal relationships, Basalin had finally finished his final weapon. He'd decided to go with the Khopesh blades. Silvers was right when she said he just needed to pick a path and go, so he chose the one he was most enthusiastic in using. They combined the effect of an ax, his actual favorite weapon beyond a mace, into a sword.

His additions to the weapons were mainly just making sure they were as durable and sharp as possible with a diamond coated edge.

However, knowing him he wouldn't feel safe without at least a few dozen throwing knives and a few fall back weapons. Stilettos weren't that hard to hide, so he had a small needle pair hidden away in his combat pants. To add further onto his kit, Basalin also had a Atlasian-R5-46, a top of the line revolver similar to Ironwood's Due Process, just without the cannon part. The Atlasian-R5 wasn't an exact replica of the generals weapons, but instead a Remnant version of the Model 460 Smith & Wesson i.e one of the biggest revolvers on the planet.

He wished to add a pair of sabers similar to one Fuehrer Bradley from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. Yet, he sadly didn't have the skill nor the carry capacity to add four more swords. A shame as his blades and sword style were some of the coolest he'd seen in anime other than Zoro.

Speaking of one Fuehrer Bradley, Basalin had based his appearance off of the man, what with the suspender combat pants and black muscle shirt. The difference was several bandoliers that held flasks of alchemical substances. From poison, health potions, and combat drugs. There were also several knifes strapped to his body, along with an armpit holster for his revolver as his hip one was taken by his Khopeshs.

The bandoliers that covered his body were made from a kevlar composite that was rated against low and mid caliber firearms along with being cut and slash proof. A similar function was added to his muscle shirt. Very few hunters used the materials he did for his gear, as they cost an arm and a leg to make and get in the strained economy that Remnant lived in. One couldn't just order military grade fibers from amazon, and instead had to contact a source and delivery company to ship it over across kingdoms. Amazon to many on Remnant would seem like a mythological god similar to Hermes in company form.

Basalin walked out of the theater, his job complete and he texted Silvers and Roman to meet him at the place they'd decided to meet at.