01. game, set [ story | mission | one or two ]

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[attr="class","idfc3"]Show me what you got team.

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He doesn't do church. Never have, never will. There isn't much in it for the silver haired boy as he'd never subscribed to that line of thought, it wasn't as deep as many would think it simply 'was'. He remembers earlier in his youth his original parents forcing the boy into these sharply edged almost poetic buildings the couple having been 'somewhat' religious. He remembers having to sit still for hours on end antsy and uncomfortable while the eyes of some statue always seemed to watch him, judging what may have been a seven year old for all he was worth. That sensation while nuanced reemerged anytime those familiar religious symbols showed themselves, whether it was in the presence of an actual cathedral, or any other large religious symbol.

It was apprehensive. Not only the massive cathedral before him, but that announcement that echoed throughout the area seconds prior. The boy who descended following the message was both suspicious and oddly triggering to the silver haired child, Vyse could only wonder if his own presence had a similar effect on strangers. Exiting the cathedral was someone less triggering but far more intimidating for different reasons entirely. The once ignorant fourteen-year-old could confidently say he knew 'exactly' what made up a 'good ass' as she passed by him heading towards a motorcycle.

Neither left without saying a few words, and for the first time in a long while Vyse found himself speechless. Almost. Both intended to do something about the precarious situation they'd found themselves in. "I'm fast. Can you sense them....Melvin?" Eyes were glued on the other male he'd deemed Melvin. Reaching the bombs and even diffusing them wouldn't be too difficult, but finding the bombs Vyse didn't exactly have a trick for that hopefully this irritating stranger had some kind of trick.