Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
Grocery shopping--is it legal
Another day, unaltered. Protests persist.
Seen through street view were Alistair and Reginald, who meandered across blocks, seeking sustenance. But upon encroaching on usual spots, the haunt ended by man's influences.
Their typical shop stood under heavy scrutiny, surrounded by individuals clad in red and black: Seretei, the enforcers of the law.
The case from apparent observations – manslaughter. Five bodies cleanly lined up on the street.
So in lieu of that, the two logically decided on another shop, way further from this disaster.
"That killed my mood," Alistair said. "To think I am living in the same city as animals like that… disgusting."
He shivered, but his heart also boiled. Angered.
"Wherever there are innocents, there will be predators to the innocents. It's the law of man itself," Reginald answered while seeming unperturbed. The calm face in contrast to Alistair's dejected complexion.