Oh, that crunch. The wonders of that sound. And the absolute pleasure when that sound comes from someone you utterly despise. Amazing.
Anyway, Hezago burst out laughing as blood slowly dripped out of the prince's head as he fell unconscious. The crowd stood appalled, possibly scandalised, but that still did not stop the echoing laughter coming from him. He smiled heartily and got himself a wall to lean on. "The best thing I’ve seen since..." He took notice of the crowd. Smiling nervously, he used a bit of magic and fixed up the prince, but he didn't return him to consciousness, mostly because the prince was a prick, but we’ll ignore that.
Hezago then proceed to magicked the prince to a random hospital, which would hopefully accept him. “Well…” He said it once again, smiling prissily. “I’m quite sure he’ll be alright, but if he isn't, that isn't my problem.” The crowd laughed nervously. ”Well, I wish you all a happy new year, and I hope to see you all soon! Gift bags will be handed out upon dismissal. I will not be answering questions. Bye!” And with that, Hezago, or Queen Eragonia, whatever you want to call him, was gone.
He crashed onto his bed and heaved a most exasperated breath. Now that that seven-hour ball was deemed over, he could finally head back to the train and hopefully take a well-deserved nap. That would be quite pleasurable. Hezago rolled over, his ball gown still on. He really wanted to go to sleep. But he couldn't! So he quickly took off the ball gown and changed into a bright pink turtleneck reminiscent of a lady's private part, a pair of jeans, and a splendiferously fashionable pair of ankle boots.
Hezago stood up and left his room, avoiding those who would interrupt his trip to his kitchen. He prepared himself a cup of tea, sat down at his dining table, and took an obnoxiously loud sip. Refreshing. Continuing on, he decided that it must be about time that he left for the train and portaled back to the station that the train was in, which was at this moment in Singapore CNA. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” Hezago turned around to find Elenora hollering his name. Hezago turned around and smiled, making his wand vanish. “I just had some business to take care of, you know?” Elenora huffed as Zach openly rolled his eyes in the corner. “Well, wherever you were, you’ve already missed both our trip to Northern China and our trip to Delhi!" Hezago smiled. “Yeah, well…” “Whatever,” Avada said, “it’s about time you arrived anyway; we’re going to Tokyo." Hezago raised an eyebrow. “The state or the-” “You know what I mean.” And just like that, they were on their way.
Hezago looked out the window, adoring the view. He wondered why he was shocked when he first saw it, then abruptly realised that he never had a chance to do it to begin with. He was always the one driving the train, not sitting in it. Well, that was one of the complications that came for you when the council of a country vehemently despises you.
The train came to a screeching halt at a techy and overly crowded train station, beckoning its occupants to depart, and the group did so. Hezago liked this city, but alas, this was the first day he’d been here. You see, although the magicals of the world were quite literally everywhere, they still had to keep themselves secret from the non-magicals. That's also why most of the magical population lives either on the ocean floor, on the moon, or in the Commonwealth of North America, whose queen can use magic.
Tokyo was a city in many countries, magical and non-magical, that was tried to model after; therefore, the CNA, who owned the place, guarded it very carefully. As of this moment, there are sixty nuclear silos disguised as skyscrapers to defend the city, due to its rather vulnerable position in terms of air protection, and four hundred and seventy bunkers to house the millions that inhabit the area, just in case everything goes to shit.
Anyway, the city's development skyrocketed after its state’s statehood was permitted, and it was introduced into the Commonwealth of Japan, with its city’s prestige being reignited. It would later be cast as the twelfth most populous city in the CNA (after New Orleans), updated to be the capital city of the Commonwealth of Japan, and nominated for the shortest people ever. Ignoring that the nomination probably insulted sixty-five million people, the state and the city were prosperous among the states (and/or cities) of the monarchy.
They had at this point already left the train station and were walking down a sidewalk that was oddly vacant. It was lined with a plentiful amount of stores that were stuffed full or completely empty, which made it quite odd, honestly. A bustling metropolis is not normally one with a single empty sidewalk. But at that specific moment, nobody cared.
Anyway, Hezago was casually walking down the sidewalk when something caught his eye. “‘Ⲱ৮𝘭Ꭿ Mocha.’ Hm. Interesting” He thought, the most devious smile appearing on his face. “Oh- Hey, guys-” “Hm?” Elenora replied, turning away from eathan. “I’ll be over there-” he pointed at the shop. Elenora raised a rather suspicious eyebrow, but nonetheless responded with an okay.
Hezago walked into the somewhat empty shop and took a seat. A waiter walked up to him, the fakest smile on his face. “How can I take your order-” he said, looking at him nervously. “I’d like… a cup of tea, thanks.” The waiter smiled somewhat idiotically and ran off. Hezago sat back, taking in his surroundings. It appeared that Juno had made himself a life of his own when Hezago had let him off, and he was doing rather well. The shop he had gotten himself was a rather large eyesore, but let’s ignore that.
Anyways, the bright yellow coffee shop branded a bright blue fountain in the centre (much to Hezago’s amusement), a set of twelve smallish tables with two chairs each, and a set of two (much) bigger window side tables with enough seating to fit four people. Or more, depending on the size of the people. Anyways, the lavishly decorated shop would soon gift Hezago his much-appreciated cup of tea (although he could have magicked one up any time), along with someone who by no means wanted to see Hezago.
“Ah, thank you!” Hezago said, a rather cheerful smile appearing on his face. “You’re welcome. That'll be twelve dollars.” “Alright then.” Hezago put his hand in his pocket, still mildly surprised that his vault’s money was actually his, and pulled out a fifteen-dollar bill. “I sincerely don’t feel like digging for the exact amount, so here you go.” The waiter smiled nervously and walked off. Juno, however, who had been watching the entire time in silence, looked upon Hezago in the most physically angry way possible.
“Ah! I didn't notice your insignificant presence on this plane of existence! Tell me, how are you doing?" Hezago said, rather rudely. “What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" “Awww, what’s wrong with saying hi?" “Shut. Up.” "Oooooo, someones angry~” “What do you want from me?” "Yeesh, I'm just saying hiiii." “Get out.”
It was almost as if Hezago had completely changed personalities.
“What?”
“You heard me; get. out."
Hezago stared at him and blinked. “No, I don't think I will.” "W-" “Anyways,” he said, interrupting Juno. “Due to the fact that I feel like it, I'll make your life worse.” Juno went slightly red. He had realised he has made an absolutely terrible mistake. “First of all, you’ll go bankrupt, then you’ll become homeless, and at some point you'll die! Isn't that wonderful?" Hezago said, rather sadistically. “You can’t do that." Juno said, defiant. “But it appears I can, thanks.” And with that, Hezago left the soon-to-be-closed coffee shop and was on his merry way.
How absolutely splendid.
Mutacito Deux: Prohibits others from hearing a conversation between the caster and one other person.
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