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The healthy relationship he now shares with the Luddites can only mean one thing; his goal is slowly creeping up over triumph like mold on a wall. His endeavors have payed off for the time being. You can get 'it' with ease, but 'it' can be taken away just as easily...
As he hadn't gotten much time to self indulge in slumber ever since his arrival to the Rogue Isles, this particular point of time was different. He now had the safety and security of the Luddites. Realistically, it had only been a few days, yet it was as if Chance knew a big purpose was lurking around the corner throughout his entire life. Why wouldn't there be? With great power, comes great responsibility, and that particular word didn't always have to tip over towards the lighter side of things either. Without the villain, there would be no hero, and this fact would, could and will forever remain honestly truthful. The first thing Chance saw as he opened his eyes was the dim sun hidden behind the clouds. The sun was a third of his life force, an extremely important element towards his survival. Knowing this, the daytime was an active time. Luddites littered the forest-like area amongst the woodlands of Cap Au Diable. His electric gaze focused upon a group of Luddites below him, underneath the tree in which had granted Chance a place to sleep. His body slid across the giant branch supporting his green figure, all to grab a closer and more detailed look.
His dry green lips stretched out into a faint grin, the teachings of the Luddites induced such hunger to learn more himself. "I promise you, Aeon will be taken down as fast as you can say underwear.." His tone of voice was soft and directed to himself. The Luddites weren't villains, they were a group of people fighting for what they believe to be right. It takes an open mind to dig deeper within the hole already made, something most heroes forget to acquire half the time. Chance new his powers were growing stronger everyday, and it was only a matter of time before he was strong enough to tackle the mother of all causes. That cause however, is for him to know and you(Yes 'you', the one taking the time to read this article) to never find out.
That being pushed aside, many other questions lingered around his mind. What was he going to do with his life? Will he find love? What will the consequences be of his actions? Every so often the questions pop up randomly, even his dreams were trying to trail blaze the winding road of life. The funny thing about life is that Chance's abilities revolved around the term. Plants are living creatures, dwelling in a world in which they make for themselves.
Chance's deliciously small figure made it's way towards the group of Luddites, however, the corner of his eye caught the top of a building, a building being a part of Aeon City through the magnificent height of the trees. His presence gave the surrounding flora a life force in which they positively thrived on. "Didn't mean to interrupt, but i would probably be a good idea for me to sit in on this one, just to get a picture of what you guys are really about." The Friar nodded in response. "Of course". The confident words danced along the Friar's tongue. It was more than just philosophy, it was the truth through the eyes of many. Life and death; you always end up a part of the earth, and perhaps there was a dark side through the remark. A few minutes of teaching, and Chance was already wandering deeper into Aeon City, just to take in valuable information about the specific residents around the area and the various structures, standing unnaturally tall. There were countless numbers of unwanted Arachnos dwelling around the area, however he had left them for the other villains to straighten out. The Arachnos were really nothing but a bunch of looney-bins, although it didn't mean he wasn't at all interested. His bare feet walk against the road to nowhere in particular.
A bunch of vendors, a few cars, buildings, weak people without a clue in the world strolling casually down the sidewalks. It was disturbingly typical. Perhaps the residents chose to live here on purpose? Maybe half of them were just a bunch of secret identities. Chance had learned in the past to not judge a book by its cover. A very common saying, and very few took it into consideration. Although he dearly wanted to aid the Luddites, he had nearly wandered off his own path. There was still much to learn about the Rogue Isles before he could literally tear it down and build it up, but the feeling was confident. One place in particular had once again entangled in his curiosity. Shark head Isle was the name, and from what he has learned about the place, it didn't seem like quite the 'environment friendly' landscape, at least not for the time being."Hmm.." And that hero, Rainfall..hadn't escaped his thoughts. The sight of the clouds moving across the sun had reminded him about the Greek hero. He did render Chance powerless, but the fact that the hero actually attempted to help him, lifted off a heavy load of anger and aggression.
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