"Ah, Janda. So nice of you to arrive on time." Justin seemed a bit annoyed at the late arrival, but he didn't say much. "Since you've just now arrived, would you be so kind as to sit on the Anti-Anti-Gravity chair first?"
He indicated with the wave of a hand. The seat very much resembled an old fashioned electric chair, so it obviously looked a bit dangerous to the angel girl...
Through space, there flew a little space pod. Inside this space pod, there was a person. This person, while bearing healing, was totally and completely exhausted, and he was still aching and paining here and there. He had departed from Gaera some time ago, and had fallen into a state of uneasy rest since then...
His dreams were vivid and nightmarish... he kept picturing his duel with Kyle before, except for the fact that Kyle was suddenly even faster than before.
Manta was barely able to keep up with Kyle's attacks as the duel cemented the weaker Fencer's clear superiority in terms of skill.
Manta found himself assaulted at all sides, then, by the angel girl Janda, by that goddamned dragon Ara, and that Druid Sorune. They were all attacking him! The fucking insects... they were weaker, far weaker than he, yet they managed to overpower him in the end! To trick him and avoid the deaths they clearly deserved!
The fools! The insufferable, idiotic Gaerans! He would not let this continue! He would not...
He awoke in a cold sweat from there, shaking his head slightly as his pod came down to land on a random spaceport stretch. A polite robotic voice toned out, "Asrico Dominion #332" as his spacepod opened.
He took one or two steps out before collapsing, and a few minions came and lifted him up. "Asrico said to take Master Manta to a Rejuvenation Chamber once he'd arrived! Let's hurry!"
It wasn't long before Manta found himself awakening within the confines of a splishy, sploshy tube. He looked outside to see the familiar sight of the Rejuvenation Center... an area where all of Asrico's warriors retreated to for healing of their wounds if the need called for it. He noted his coat hanging just outside the chamber, with rapier attached, and he knocked against the front ever so slightly.
A doctor of sorts, dressed in the same minion clothing as the others, opened the chamber, allowing Manta to step forth, shaking himself slightly.
"Here is your towel, Lord Manta." The doctor politely muttered, as he gave the fencerjin a long white towel with the red words "I Hate Scrum" embroidered on it.
"Mph." Manta muttered as he dried himself off. He felt much better, now that he was rejuvenated... he felt that his skill had improved as well... significantly, ever since he had survived the duel with Kylitos and the battles afterward... but he decided not to mention that.
"We also have new clothing for you, as your older uniform was tattered. However... as far as your tail goes, we have not been able to regrow it." The doctor handed him his coat and his neato clothing as he meandered on.
Manta grinned. "Don't worry about the tail." He swiftly dressed himself, clasping his rapier briefly before making to leave.
"Wait!" The doctor shouted. "What about your monacle?"
"I don't need it anymore. You keep it. You'll probably need the charisma." Manta, departing this knowledge of bonus statistics, walked off.
Edited by: Crawling Reshiki at: 10/18/04 5:58 pm