Abattoir POV
I'm now at the place where we last met, which is the forest near mount Ebott.
(Abattoir): Where are those guys? I've been waiting here for... oh wait, it's still five minutes. Better do something to not get bored.
I grabbed the rock, and... fwoosh. It went flying and hit a tree.
This proves that throwing something tough like a rock is good at combat. Better remember this when I'm fighting someone.
(Thew): Wassup, Abattoir!
(Abattoir): Oh, you're here. Where are the others?
(Thew): Pft, I don't know. I just got here.
(Abattoir): Ha, same.
And then later, we just horse around with these rocks by throwing at the trees. It makes a good practice for our Starship Trooper aim.
We keep throwing for about 20 minutes or so, until somebody showed up.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I'm here."*
(Thew): Yo, welcome, welcome. Might I introduce you to these beneficial muscle medicines?
Thew showed Sludge his... wait a second, where the hell did he get those? Are those drugs?
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "No thank you. Besides, I don't need dumb muscles when I have an intelligent brain like mine."*
(Thew): I didn't understand what he said. Abattoir, what did he say?
(Abattoir): You know, it would be really helpful if you try to learn his language. The slime language. Also, he said... he doesn't need it.
(Thew): Okay then, Sludge. You're lost. Abattoir, while we're waiting for Verdana, what did you do in school?
I flashback to those fun- I mean, horrible memories where I'm being beat up... then beating those guys up. Using an urinal (Medieval) has never been so fun until now.
(Abattoir): ...Well, it was kinda fun, until the teacher and the bullies decide to ruin it.
(Thew): Oh. What... did they do?
(Abattoir): The bullies tried to do what their best at, bullying someone. And the teacher just taught the basic things about souls and stuff.
I never really paid attention, I just read the informations at my own pace.
(Thew): Ha, same. I think that's why we became best friends super quick.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "Hey Abattoir, want me to teach you magic?"*
Magic, huh. Magic can do wonders for my enemies, well, according to the soldiers that I heard from my school.
(Abattoir): Sure, why not.
(Thew): Umm, what did he say?
(Abattoir): Magic. Now let's go, Sludge.
(Sludge): *Nods, then head out to a open field in the forest with Abattoir*
(Abattoir): So, what do I need to unlock these so called magical powers?
We left Thew behind because he doesn't want to come.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "You need to tap onto your soul. And by that, I mean imagine your soul being out in the open, vast space."*
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