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"Do we have a name?" The three of them shifted their attention to the Lupo. The orange haired shot a question while still digging in his food like he has been starving for days, but they know this is just how he is, the feral man only know how human society works just a few years back.
The blonde raises his eyebrows, turns his head to their so-called leader "Do we need one?"
"You... asked me? Wait. I'm the leader?!" Glowing wings behind his back spreaded wide. He did see it coming, but honestly, it was only a hypothesis he had while tidying up this place to make it livable.
He rolled his eyes, leaning against a creaking wooden chair this old tavern has to offer while crossing his arm "Duh. You are the one dragging these two in so take responsible for it"
"You only say that because you don't want to be the leader, are you not?" Long hair scholar spoke before sipping his low-grade tea. It is all this god forsaken group can afford and he has lived too long to care.
"Shut up, old man." AEgir snapped his head to the demon. A lighthearted banter. or that is what the Sankta wanted to believe.
The self-proclaimed alchemist sighed dramatically "I cannot take the responsibility of a 'leader', y'know? I've got work to do"
The demon scoffs, we all know what 'works' he did.
A soft chuckle left his mouth, what a lively dinner this was. I guess he has no other choice, because as the AEgir said, he did persuaded all these three people to join in his journey.
Though, he needed a suggestion, the Sankta asks back to the person brought up this topic "What do you want us to be called?"
The Lupo lifted his head from the plate, wiped his hands with his pants then wiped his mouth, he noticed a disgusted face from the alchemist but paid no mind. "I dunno. Just curious. I mean, if we were to be travelling together what do people going to call us?"
"A group of travellers." The long-haired man answered simply.
"Well, yeah. but isn't it cooler to have a name? It feels like, being something relevant, ya'know?"
"I'm surprised you know the word 'relevant'."
"Ey ey ey, you purple..., er..., hands, man. I'm not that stupid 'k?" The Sankta clapped his hands loudly, stopping another 'lighthearted banter' of this evening
"Okaaaay. Let's think about our group's name guuuys. Hahaha."
as he finished speaking, the tavern dropped into silence. First day of being a leader is not going very well for him, but can he complain? these people are what Terrans deemed both wanted and unwanted. Bringing them together and expected an instant harmony is a blatant daydream.
"Tempus." he spoke what's in his mind. A small smile formed on Sarkaz's lips "Even when rejected by your kind, you are still a Lateran, I see."
"...Did you not like it?"
"We are mere followers, this is a group you have formed after all."
"I am NOT his follower. And if it was me, I'm gonna call us 'Loyal servants and a researcher team of The Great Magni Dezmond'."
"Yeah, Tempus' cool."
"Hey!"
"No one wanted to be your servants, Dez."
"And I'm not gonna research shit for you."
"Well! I'd say you are missing out!"
He let out a hearty laugh that the other three are too busy arguing to noticed, he wipes his tear off, grabbed all the bent cups from the three, poured stilled water that they assumed it was clean into each including his and returned to previous places. He lifted his cup.
"For the beginning of Tempus!" He eyed the one he was most hopeful to. The demon, Vesper, laughed and grabbed the cup and lifted it.
"For Tempus"
"Yeah! For Tempus!" Axel slams the table, lifting his cup high.
Being the last person, Magni sighed and lifted his cup just for it to be an inch above the table. "For Tempus. Or whatever."
A fallen angel.
A feral fighter.
A heresy alchemist.
A scholar with forbidden knowledge.
What a group they are
"Cheers!"