LOGINDona liked to mix drinks. She had become a better mixer than ever. It seems she had a natural talent. Helga had praised her drink, and when Jakob comes home, she would give him a stiff one that would ease his muscles. They had not done it for a long time, though she did not mind it. He was always full of thoughts and his mind would wander.
Not that it matters to her as long as he comes home safe from his missions. He had become one of the terrifying people that Haven knew after his recent works, which made him quite an important person. Just by association, they treated her with respect. Dona knows she was riding on his coattails. It did not bother her that there are those who would call her hurtful words.
Jakob was not someone who was a restricting person. For someone who started the relationship with cash, he was someone who did not bother too much about it. He was not a wasteful man. He was thrifty, and he liked to eat nutritional food with fondness. He acts like an old man in some regards that it sometimes would bother her. Dona was confuse why he would not or act like a lifeless statue when he is home. Dona had understood that he was a man of action. It was not in his bone to just lie around doing nothing. He had changed from what she remembered of him. No, he was so pallid back then that there was not much that she remembered other than seeing him do the usual things boys do.
But the past is the past. She couldn't care about it. She had learned how to grow numb when there was a need to do it. There are days where not even she could stand it. Where she just wants to block the noises coming from everywhere. Maybe that's why she couldn't get out of that profession, even though she had many chances. It was only because someone stubborn as Jakob had recommended that she took the chance. It was not a wishy-washy feeling either. She had thought about it and with her prospects in Sanctum getting lesser; she took this chance.
She was not as brainless to believe anyone if they didn't have enough to prove that it can work. Still, she respected those who are strong, and it was easy to believe someone who can do much in little time. It was easy to believe someone who had the abilities to stay afloat in this world. He was not bad looking either, which made it pleasurable for Dona to be with him.
Which made it hard for Dona to keep the girls away sometimes. They had offered her some rather interesting things just so they can ride him. Some even proposed for three of them in the bed. She had even wondered if they were right in the head, but then again, she wasn't new to these kinds of requests.
The bar of Haven was empty at the moment. The music playing on the bar was rather tame compared to the usual ones. The smell of alcohol did not permeate the air, and there were only a few who stayed to drink. Helga was on her workstation, chatting with customers and bounty hunters who are eager to get their hands on the Ghosts of Haven.
Miss Helga was the second boss of Haven. Her sister was the gatekeeper who manages the technology and finance of the organization while Miss Helga was the person trusted by the Boss of Haven. The Boss was a person no one but Miss Helga could see. Dona had suspected that Jakob had already seen the boss, but she was not sure.
Helga was someone she could respect. She was strong. She had the abilities. From what she learned, she and her sister had been one of the first employees of Haven, and their record was one of the best in the Haven, second only to her Jakob. Jakob was a monster, but Helga and Olga were second only to what Jakob could achieve. That was no contest, not when Jakob had slain a beluaman that had reached the six-layer of ether. Beluaman are monsters, mythical monsters capable of destroying locations on a whim. To kill someone like that means one is a monster. To kill a beluaman, they must also have the capability of matching the ether the beluaman possesses. Now what about a human that can do that?
Dona had been acting as Helga's assistant for a while now. Dona had learned a few things, and some extra benefits had come her way. She could leave Jakob, but she could not find the heart to do it. She hated seeing someone try to get near. Her eyes would tunnel, and she would tap the pistol she hid around her waist. Yes, it's like someone was stealing from her. She couldn't put her mind into it, and it irritates her when someone tries that in front of her. She could tolerate Miss Helga, Miss Olga, but for someone reason when others do it she had a feeling of wanting to draw her sidearm and stab it inside their mouths. Dona was sure it was not jealously. No, how could she be a jealous woman when she had affairs before she met Jakob again in Sanctum?
As she ponders about this, she saw someone walk inside the bar. Jakob with his well-armed figure appeared, carrying his rifle, pistol, and even his vibrant blade on his waist. A smile blooms on her face. She slid her hands on the counter and welcomed him. Jakob smiled. He sat on the stool in front of the counter, leaning his elbows on it.
Dona inspected Jakob. He had no injuries. There was not even a trace of exhaustion on his face. Seeing this, Dona felt glad that was safe and sound. They might think of Jakob as a monster, but to Dona, he was the most human of them all. That's why she couldn't leave him, she wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be alone when he's injured and beaten. Before all of this, she had seen how he fought in Sanctum as an Outrider. She didn't want to see that Jakob again.
The orbs of light hanging on the circular tower not far from where he was lighted Jakob's face. The veil of rain splits the lights. On the community, there was a group of people opening the hatches so that the floodwater whirls down the drain. From the second-floors of the buildings, there were men and women dressed in thick gray clothing.Jakob rested his back on the bench. He looked up. The flyers of Aured City numbered about hundreds a day. The city consumed fuel than any of the bastion cities. He had been ignorant of the world. Jakob did not have to know about the city. All he knows back then was how to survive a day outside of the city.Jakob clenched his fist. He had done something to change something. He did not know what it was that made things turned out this way, but he could not understand the empty feeling. The feelings he had while in battle were like momentary and fleeting."I really cannot do it," Jakob said. The rainwater was like spray hitting h
Jakob stood behind Helga. She wore a sharp business suit with a red tie. She had gloved her hands and tied her hair into a ponytail. She spoke to a man armed to the teeth. Though he looked intimidating, Helga did not show any stiffness or being overwhelmed. How could he, when Jakob was standing behind her with such an expression?The two talked for minutes. Helga shook the armored hand of the man and started strutting to the pad. The Karnifex was on the landing pad. Helga stood. She took out a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it up. She looked up at the Aured Sky."Just a drizzle of rain," Helga said.Jakob folded his armored arms. Helga snickered."You are getting used to that suit.""Hard to take it off when it seems like you are making use of me too much.""Can't help it, you are a good at what you do. Also, the Boss wants to personally make sure that my safety is secured."Jakob surveyed the area. The personnel from the buildin
Dona liked to mix drinks. She had become a better mixer than ever. It seems she had a natural talent. Helga had praised her drink, and when Jakob comes home, she would give him a stiff one that would ease his muscles. They had not done it for a long time, though she did not mind it. He was always full of thoughts and his mind would wander.Not that it matters to her as long as he comes home safe from his missions. He had become one of the terrifying people that Haven knew after his recent works, which made him quite an important person. Just by association, they treated her with respect. Dona knows she was riding on his coattails. It did not bother her that there are those who would call her hurtful words.Jakob was not someone who was a restricting person. For someone who started the relationship with cash, he was someone who did not bother too much about it. He was not a wasteful man. He was thrifty, and he liked to eat nutritional food with fondness. He acts like an
The event definitely took the attention of the people to the fields of Gharasu. The discovery of the cattle-human, and the appearance of the beluaman showed the world who the true enemy was again. They discovered the steelfort project hidden from Humanity. Leaders gathered to address the issue regarding the Project.Commander Stan Blackwells, accompanied by Anastasia and Karl arrived in the conference of leaders. Karl, the holder of the access key to the satellites around the world announced that he is siding with the Commander of Recon Korp. The move alongside the appearance of Commander Blackwell, supported by both human and etherian made the Leaders accept Commander Blackwells' status as one of the protectors of Aured City.As for where Sanctum and Haven stands in the issue, they answered by showing their neutrality in the matter. The first request that Karl made was to take back Gharasu and the steelfort. The government moved to prove that they are accommodating. T
[System switching to backup power][Warning][Exceeding below the fifty-percent damage threshold][Activating life support systems][Warning][Deactivating heads-up display][Exhausting heat][Warning]Jakob swings the greatsword at the beluaman. The beluaman raises the ground, forcing Jakob to use the grappler stake to swing around the beluaman's attack, using the momentum created by the weight of the greatsword to hasten the swing. He turns around to smash the greatsword down on a 15m belua."Still alive, J," Helga called, "you are making Dona worry.""Got to buy time, Hel," Jakob flattened the greatsword to block a root spire. He grappled on the 15m belua, threw the greatsword, caught it, and pummeled a belua pouncing at him. Landing on top of a belua, he stabbed the greatsword's tip."Your suit is a mess," Helga said, "the amount of repairs it'll need is going to cost you. Nonetheless, the ether forge,
Her opinion towards humans were low. Anastasia will not work with these humans if she had the chance to do so. Blackwells changed her opinions of them. This time she had to admit. Humans were not as inferior as she thought. Their technology were keeping them alive. Even their medicine and drugs have started evolving. The suit this Outrider was wearing and the ability to lift her Blackwell's sword was enough to indicate.Still, it was odd in a sense that she did not see the usual side effects. He did not even take the usual syringes that one would take. Her and her Blackwells have been part of the many meetings and experiments. They share the burden of turning their fellow etherians into good soldiers.Therefore, she did not recognize any signs of modification other than the well-made exosuit. Deep in the swamp, hit by the rain, and surrounded. Anastasia kept her calm while pulling her Blackwells away. Blackwells conserved his energy. His eyes lacked light. There is an