It appeared the kerosene that the school had the student purchase happened to be for the demons on the bottom floor, as they had an obnoxiously large infestation of them, among a few other poisonous chemicals that were for some reason available for purchase in Havana.
Sitting down and magiking his stuff into a random abyss, Hezago sat down and heaved a deep breath. Stopping a cat from attacking every other animal it sees is not very easy. While sitting up, he watched the others file in and noticed the television in the room flip on.
“Hi” said Zack, who sat next to him. “Hi,” Hezago replied, a bit dully.
The TV in the corner increased its volume after it noticed that they weren't paying attention. “Our trip to Panama State is canceled” It blared, making them jump. Elenora, who was in the kitchen that they somehow managed to fit into the room, moved aside when pots and pans began falling out of their cabinets.
“Revekium!” She hollered and repealed the pots and pans which were attempting to crush her. Somehow surviving, she ran into the sitting area as literally everything in the kitchen came tumbling down, and Ethan and Avada were locked in another room, seemingly screaming for help.
But were they? I can't really remember.
But anyways, it happened to be that the train was activating intermediate light-sound speed, but according to the TV, Professor Michelton had apparently forgotten to activate the force field protection, and it could kill them all if not activated.
But eh.
Hezago was yeeted out of the window at a blazing speed and would have nearly died if not for the fact he had his umbrella with him. Slightly concerned, he quickly opened his umbrella just before he hit the ground and quickly boosted his umbrella. Feeling a bit cheeky, he closed his umbrella and stood on it in mid-air. Knowing what he was trying to do, the umbrella began flying through the air, trying to catch up to the 7,965-mile-long train right next to it, and began to go quite fast. Unnecessarily fast, if you might say, but eh.
For some odd reason, Hezago felt that now was the perfect time for some tea, so he opened his void and got out a teapot that, for some reason, already had tea in it and took a sip. At this rate, he had already caught up to Professor Michelton, who was sideying him with enough force to blast someone to smithereens.
“What on earth are you doing here!?” He yelled as the wind whipped past their faces. “I don’t know!” Hezago hollered back as his cup of tea flew out of his hand and into oblivion. Hezago hissed. Professor Michelton rolled his eyes. “Don’t be like your grandpa…” He exasperated as he looked back to where he was going. “Hm?” Hezago did not know and had never actually met his grandpa, so this was news for him. “My gr-”
“Just do me a favor and get on the train, will you?” Slightly offended, Hezago harrumphed and said; “I don’t think I will. You know what? Race Me, bet I’ll beat you” Hezago said, rather cheerfully, as he took a seat on his umbrella. He boosted off into the sky as The professor rolled his eyes jokingly. At some point, both would arrive at their destinations, with Professor Michelton getting there first, as he knew the skies far better than hezago. This mildly annoyed him, but he set it aside and waited for the others to arrive. Since the trip to Panama was canceled, many, many people were portaling in and out but mostly into the station. The train was supposed to pick up some of its many students and teachers in the area, but since it couldn't, they’d have to get there on their own.
Ignoring that, Elenora, Zack, and the others had at this point already emerged from the train to find Hezago eating a croissant, which was odd, as he normally preferred crumpets, or an English muffin for our dear Americans, with a side of tea, but he just couldn't be bothered.
“What on earth!? How did he- oh great heavens…” Avada muttered, with a look of disappointment on her face. Eathan jumped. “Ha! I knew it! Now give me ma dollars.” He said, a look of joy on his face that was instantly obliterated when he caught a glimpse of Zack. Hezago stood up. “There you guys are! What took you so long?”
Zack inhaled sharply.
“What took you so long? You and your idiot self chose to go flying out without warning and didn’t even bother to come back! And what’s worse, you and your ass-”
“Language!” someone yelled in the background.
”- choose to sit your musty bottom down here and eat a croissant of all things- instead of eating something else- and wait like a lazyass!” Hezago was very taken aback. “Excuse me?” Zack just rolled his eyes. “I didn't ask you to come looking for me, ok?” “It doesn't matter if you didn't ask, what matters is that we thought you were dead, but thank goodness you and your magicing ass had the sensibility to not- well- die.”
Hezago Harrumphed. Deep down, he knew that Zack did care for him, after all, they’d shared the same dorm for more than 5 years, but he had a really weird way of showing it. Not having a reply hezago just muttered; “Whatever.” This would leave him in the worst of moods for the next few hours, but he nonetheless enjoyed his time around- what is it? Ah yes, Rio.
The city had since developed farther than one could imagine and had already legalized flying cars surprisingly recently. The problem was, though, that the city had begun getting overpopulated, and the local government wasn't really doing anything about it. not because they didn't want to, but because they literally couldn't. The money needed to expand the city was not only choked but also threatened.
threatened by the South American Dutch. which was a problem, as you can imagine.
The Dutch colony Of Nieuw Wallone Had, during colonialism, been an enemy to the United Kingdom, especially after helping their exclave of Uruguay get independence. The United Kingdom would then try to invade Nieuw Wallone, but its previous colonial wielder, The Kingdom of Wallone, stood against this. Apparently, they still wanted Nieuw Wallone around. And so they kept it around! In the end, they ended up purchasing what is now the city of Rio De Janeiro, adding it to their list of odd enclaves.
The group came to settle down at a restaurant called The Double Peaked Mountain, which, upon arrival, was the most chaotic restaurant since Waffle House. At the moment, plates were being yeeted back and forth between tables, which is not very welcoming, honestly. Curses were being thrown, and chairs, tables, and the most absurd of them all—well-oiled frying pans—were coming left and right.
Very pissed by this, Hezago absentmindedly yeeted a frying pan back in the other direction, which somehow hit its target—a target hezago was apparently not aware of. Very pleased for some reason, they entered the other half of the building, which, thank goodness, was separated from the other part by a wall. Except for the fact that he didn't really get to the other side of the wall and was more or less tossed into a wall. Hezago was bewildered for the first time in a long time, and he stood up from the rubble.
Everyone was now staring at the two, meaning him and this random ass man who he didn't know, expecting him to do something. And so he did! by giving him a seizure.
How did he do this? I know, but I'm feeling a bit lazy.
Anyway, as the grizzly madman took another step, he fell to the ground in pain and, for some odd reason, started foaming at the mouth. But Hezago, slightly annoyed, did not deem this enough. Why? Because this man, who was now apparently having muscle spasms, had killed his own wife! So, Hezago felt the need to do justice to him.
The man, regaining composure and slightly red in the face, launched a blow at Hezago, and Hezago, being the lazy roach he was, just stepped aside and watched as he tumbled into the ground. The man regained his composure, perhaps for the third time, and looked ahead to find his dead wife standing next to Hezago. This also caught Hezago off guard, as dead were not supposed to have access to the living world, but we'll ignore that.
Hezago, knowing that she wasn't here for him, he stepped away a little. Just a little. The lady stepped forward to the man who was scampering backward rapidly into the wall. The people watched in alarm as the woman stepped closer to the wall. “You. You little bi-” Oh dear-. Hezago thought, watching the developing situation with intent, while, of course, sipping a hot cuppa tea. Profanity was hurled between the two feuding constituents, none of which will be, thank goodness, mentioned here. Continuing on.
“YOU F----ING MURDERER!” She hollered, and lunged at him, with the intent to, of course, beat him to death. Hezago was still sipping his tea and still watching.
At some point, he was supposed to step in, and since blood had begun splattering everywhere, he began to do so.
“Er- Miss?” She turned toward him. "What do you want?” She growled, most undoubtedly annoyed by the interruption. “I’m quite sure it’s not a good idea to kill him like that. There's a much better way of doing that, you know.” The woman raised an eyebrow. “I’m just saying, I don’t see the need for this.” She hissed. ”You don’t even know what he’s done to me!” Hezago just smiled.
“I'm preety sure he killed you, Emilia.”
The woman stared at him. “What on earth do you want to do to him?” Hezago nearly said it out loud, but noticing that people were watching, he leaned in and whispered “I’ll just do you a favor and send him to the underworld.” The woman smirked. “Very well. Do your thing.”
And so he did! He stood there, and watched, while eating a buttered crumpet, as the man fell into Gloria, or more specifically, the torture lands.
“Well, this is awkward.” Hezago said, watching the crowd look at him with a look that I simply don’t know. He Magically, without anyone knowing of course, repaired the wall that the man had thrown him through and essentially shooed the people back into the store.
Turning toward the lady, he spoke. “I’m quite sure we’ll meet again, don’t you think?” She shrugged. ”Eh sure why not.” And so, to end it all off, she vanished, and Hezago continued his day as if nothing ever happened. Made sense, honestly.
Revekium: A Repelling Spell. It repels objects temporarily to allow for other movement.
Plerimition: A Banishing Spell. It temporarily banishes things to the 'outer void'.
Selkhierium: A type of intent spell. It causes people to return to their last major position, regardless of their current position.
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