Plagued Kingdoms (Closed / Mature Themes)

Vincent narrowed his eyes at the magician’s words.
”Wait wait, before we go further, you are telling me that all three kingdoms are hunting me down?” the assassin thought about this for a bit. ”Huh, never thought I’d be so popular—“ he laughed a bit before unstrapping his rifle and firing at a Cershestin scout, one of the five who had just came out. The scout died immediately and now with Vincent’s gun in his hand, he had decided.
”Either way I’m going to go down—“ he looked through his gun’s scope, aiming the barrel in Wissian’s direction ”—might as well go down while I’m happy” he fired three shots in his direction, each aiming at a different part; one for the head, one for the chest, one for a stomach. The bullets travelled fast, at least one would’ve hit.

_{(sorry Wissian)}

Or so Vincent would have liked to have thought. A split second before any of the bullets would have made impact, Wissian threw out his arms. Time slowed down, allowing him to knock each bullet slightly off it’s course. When he snapped his fingers, everything began to move at normal speed, and each bullet lodged into trees. “Please don’t do this.. I know you want to be happy, I know you want the company… but I can give you all of that just as much as she can. Only I can promise you peace. You won’t be hunted down, no longer will you have to unnecessarily kill people.. please come with me.”

_{(You underestimate the power of a broken boy who can manipulate time)}

Vincent winced a bit at those words. He lowered his gun’s barrel. Some thoughts went through his mind and perhaps out of both curiosity and his own cockiness, he said to the magician: ”Then prove it to me”

Wissian swiftly approached Vincent, pulling him into a fierce kiss. The magician opened up his mind, allowing Vincent to see what a future with Wissian would entail. He pulled away, biting his lip. “The clocks don’t lie…”

_{(it was at this moment Vincent knew, he’d better build a harem)}

(So far, Vincent had kissed a person from Atruxiavir, a person from Setriutan, but not a person from Cershestin. Someone please make that happen XD)

When Vincent was opened to see what the future holds if he were to follow this magician, he hesitated. At first, his mind was set that he would follow Varsha, but now? He was very hesitant. He stepped back and thought of something.
”Fine… I’ll follow you under one circumstance. That I will, and I’m serious about this, take both of you to my ‘house’ and I’ll think about it again… sounds fair?”

“That sounds fair.” Wissian agreed, sliding one hand into his pocket. As much as he would have loved to have gotten rid of the Atruxiavian woman, there was less of a chance of Vincent following him into the future. “I’m sorry, all of this may feel a little overwhelming. All I can tell you is that you are not safe. Every kingdom is hunting you down, especially Cershestin.”

Vincent nodded at the last regards. He then grabbed onto both Varsha’s and Wissian’s wrists, pulling them along. About a five minute walk from where they were, a wooden house stood in the middle of nowhere. It was quite small and looked more like a cabin than an actual house. Opening the door, Vincent invited them in.

Inside there was a couch, a circular table, a chandelier, a beanbag, some covered candles here and there, the rest are things you would find in a house though his bed was a couple’s bed instead of a single one.
”Sorry if it’s not much, things are quite expensive and I wasn’t able to afford all that much”

“Nicer than my home that’s for sure.” Wissian grinned in awe when he stepped through the door. He hesitated in the middle of the room, waiting for the all clear that he could sit down.

”You guys want any drinks?” the assassin asked, taking off his necktie and combat boots, setting his sniper down against the wall. He went over to his fridge. Opening it, revealed some several kinds of drinks.
”I have water, lemon tea, green tea, coffee in the cabinet, black tea if anyone wants that, milk, chocolate milk… yeah… that’s all I have…” the assassin said quite ruefully.

Vincent gave Kreuger a quick glance before setting eyes on him and blinking confusingly.
”Why are you in my house?” he asked with a raised brow. His movements were slower than usual, perhaps it was because he was in familiar territory.

Vincent eyed the shelf, he was filled with much satisfaction. He gave the scientist a joyful grin.
”Thanks mate…” he said quite plaining, examining the layers of items the scientist presented to him.
Several things caught his eyes, too many to actually list out. He, though, was wary of the scientist after he had remembered what the magician had said.
”You’re… you’re not here to hurt me, are you? I can trust you… right?”

Vincent wasn’t ready for such an action. He had trusted the man enough to not have unsheathed his sword… however, it would seem like everyone was truly after his head. When he was pushed down, knowing the capabilities of the scientist, he smiled… a sincere grin as well.
”Come on, do it. I know you want to” he wasn’t exactly scared, he knew he was going to die one day or another anyways. To die in the hand of a fellow comrade seemed… rewarding for some reason.
He raised his hand, grabbing the man’s wrist and slowly guiding it to his own neck.
”Do it” he challenged, almost as if he was prepared for this moment.

(Oof sorry I fell asleep)

Vincent nearly cursed at the man.
”Damn it, you got me good this time” he gave the scientist a playful smile although he was a bit mad that that was what the axe was.
”Let me guess, Sammy’s idea?” he asked with a raised brow.
”If so, fuck him in particular but that was good”

Vincent looked at the ammunitions and gave a small grin. This was going to make assassinations easier, that was for sure.

When Kreuger went on to the mask, he’d raised a brow.
”Nah, you have time make something like that?” he chuckled a bit before trying it on. The mask was light and fit his face perfectly. He was satisfied with the mask.

”How about the third layer? Surprise me” he asked out of curiosity as he took off the mask.

”Give me a moment—“ Vincent said to his guests, allowing them to sit on the couch.
”Top secret? I’m intrigued” Vincent commented as he followed. They were now out in the open field.

Vincent gave a small smirk and sighed.
”You know, sometimes I wonder where you got the idea to make these things” the assassin commented, poking the scientist’s body with a nearby stick he had found.

“Interesting…” Wissian observed the gadget that the scientist was using. A clock of some description, but it allowed any passerby to assume he was dead?

Vincent, upon spotting the ‘Kreuger’ inside his house, looked back at the body in front of him and scratched the back of his neck with confusion. He thought he knew what the clock did but apparently not. He went over to the window and opened it from his side.
”So, care explaining to me what the hell that did?”

Vincent caught it with his left, his dominant, hand. He looked at it for a bit before keeping it in his pant’s pocket.
”Hey—“ the assassin looked at his own watch ”—shouldn’t you go back to the kingdom? It’s nearly time for the meeting, isn’t it?” he asked. He was worried that the scientist might get in trouble if someone found out that he’d given these equipment to him.