User blog:MockingJester/It's just Gary

Poor Gary. Trouble had found him again. The man was so well settled on buying himself some of that home cooking, prompting him to go out for today instead of Fernando, his best friend, and traveling companion.

Stuck behind the broken cart that once hosted fruits and vegetables, Gary had to content with watching in awe as the four fought in a locked struggled for his attention. Once colored in a cyan dress, with all of her extremities bathed in pure lightning. Her hair graciously flies in the air with every move she makes, dodging or attacking the trio. Any man witness to this surely would have surrendered their love to her.

The trio was composed of women with emerald shards shaped like blades on their wrists. Each with a distinct look that accompanies the wearer. The tallest one had the fortune of carrying the biggest and bluntest set of wind blades, capable of generating wind with the strength to stagger and outright put the most resilient of people to her plight, helpless from the wind that sunders them down. Her demeanor was one of stoicism, standing neutral at every moment. Her hair dangle in longitude, perfectly carried by the winds.

The one in the middle has blades much smaller than the previous, though, in their right, they were still of considerate length. Her specialty lingers in the more offensive winds, shaped like blades of nature, able to cut through everything like butter. Be it iron or steel. A fully armored and armed man would find himself soon to be feeling the whisper of wind upon him as his armor would inevitably fall in pieces. However, her lay-back manners and 'laisser-aller' meant that she would never truly bring this ability to its full potential.

Lastly, the youngest one, bearing the smallest and flimsiest of blades. Often times are children more emphatic toward strangers and friends alike. This one is no exception as her blades serve not to wage combat, but rather to ease the burden of injuries inadvisedly given by her sisters or otherwise, disallowing the sense of dread and fear to swallow anyone under her care with over overtly joyous and pompous attitude.

All of them fought for Gary, the latter stuck between the drums of lightning and thunder as well as the crescendo of the jeweled winds. He grumbles amidst all of this.

"Go pick up some fruits, he said. It'll be fine he said".

The poor Gary sighs in anger, looking at the women brawling it out, spouting words of conviction against each other as they do so. The raiju noticeably speaks with indignation against the new arrivals.

"I was here first! I saw him first! I approached him first. By all right, I should be one to claim him as my dear!"

The responses came rather quickly in clarity despite the cacophony of power they exchange, with the tallest one speaking on behalf of her sisters.

"Claiming right to someone simply because you happened to come here first is not a testament of worth. We have seen your little attempt with him".

The middle one speaks as well, noting her agreement with her big sister.

"Yea, this guy looked scared witless at you! By that gesture alone, you should back off and let others try their hand at him".

And of course, the little sister standing behind the middle and taller, speaking with them.

"Yea, you weren't nice to him. You made him scared. I don't like seeing scared people. Go away!"

The raiju's ears perk up in indignation, her voice rattling with thunder.

"Only because you posers have come along, looking like you sought a brawl. I would have had him if only you didn't try to impose your presence around here!"

"Excuses, excuses."

The middle one shakes her head, arms crossed, only serving to fuel the anger between the women, once again turning their words to blows, with Gary shaking and pondering hat should attempt.

Running? A poor choice of strategy as they would quickly see him making a run for it and cease confrontation, just to go put him more strongly at the center of their battle.

Waiting? That would basically be a death sentence to simply wait for the winner to get a hold of him and have a restless night as her hunger brought forth by the battle would spike to dangerous levels.

Hiding? Gary was tempted, but hide where? The raiju and kamaitachi have completely turned the land he stands upon into nothing more than a brown rabble. Someone dressed like he was would have more luck hiding in the snow with black than him.

Fighting back? Seemed like a last resort solution, as Gary knew, monsters were years ahead of power compared to humans. However, Gary was smart. He knows that even they get tired after a while. That battle they were doing was sure to tire the winner out, being the prime time to take her out. And Gary was no stranger to combat. Why he has a forged polarity hammer he takes out in dire needs.

This was going to be alright. Gary was going to be alright. All he needed was to reach his hammer and wait it out. Gary clenches his hand, expecting a cold sensation of a handle, with cracking lightning.

Reach his hammer...

Reach...his hammer...

Reach...his...hammer...

Gary feels nothing. In a panicked display, he turns his head to his side. Nothing. In an instant, he feels his heart jump to his throat. Gasping for breath, he starts frankly looking around for him. Surely it can't be far, he swears. He never parts without it. Why would he--

...

...Fernando.

Of course. His buddy told him he didn't need to grab his hammer for the groceries since he would struggle to carry both.

"What are the chances of a monster coming here anyway? You don't need to carry that thing with you, man. You'll just make a 10-minute trip into an hour trip".

Gary's eyes boil with rage and epiphany, ripping some of his hair out at yet another Fernando 'wisdom'. He basically is stuck between four powerful monsters, with no way out, no place to hide and the impossibility to fight back.

"It'll be alright, he said. You don't need to carry that bulky hammer, he said. I'm giving him a scolding as soon as this is over".

Speaking of the devil, however, he saw Fernando. Running in a loose manner. Toward his broken cart.

"Gary! Yo, Gary, where are you?"

Gary couldn't believe it, but there he was. Dressed in his Hawaiian shirt and pants, flopping with sandals, Fernando looks around as he runs in a straight line, a worried face as his expression.

"Over here, man!"

Gary gesticulates his arms as a way to grab his attention, finding the attempt to be quick to success. Fernando runs in a slide on the muddy terrain, sliding all the way to be next to Gary. His golden hair brushes against the broken cart, as he raises his hand to greet his buddy.

"Sup".

"Sup? Dude, you should know what is up!"

"Really? What?"

"Look!"

Gary points to the four women locked in combat, using wind and thunder. Fernando takes a good look and whistle quite loudly.

"Nice. Gary, are they fighting for you?"

"What do you mean, nice? Do you not see the damage around? I don't want to be tased or cut".

"Dude, relax, mamono aren't known to hurt or aggravate humans".

"I don't care! Those attacks look like they'll kill me".

"Man, you need to relax more. You didn't get hit so far".

"Only because of a dwindling luck".

"Dude, they know what they're doing"

"Tell that to the surroundings!"

A draft of wind flows over them in a sudden manner. Gary's eyes widen, his head slowly turning over the cart. The raiju. The kamaitachi. They stand over it, mere centimeters away from the two men. Filled with panic, Gary nudges his buddy, Fernando as whispers come out.

"Dude, did you at least bring the hammer?"

"Why would I have brought it?"

"Are you serious, right now?!"

"You do know we can hear you, right?"

The tallest kamaitachi jumps down, to a suddenly backing Gary. The rest follows as the rupture of elements in the air had stopped since long. However, their attention turns to Fernando, especially with the middle kamaitachi playing with her hair shyly.

"Hey there, handsome. I couldn't have helped but notice you were around. My sisters and I were looking for someone to guide us along this city".

Fernando chuckles, grabbing her waist to bring her close.

"Well, I'm your man. I've leisured around this place and know it from the inside out. Perhaps I could give you and them a tour".

"That would be fantastic".

Of course, the raiju wouldn't let him part with them and also race for her other side, putting a hand on his chest.

"Surely you wouldn't leave this lovely lady to herself. One who really wants to get the best sights to the city".

"Of course not. You're welcome to come as well".

Soon enough, the tall and small sister also joins in on the man. His eyes are overwhelmed by all the beauties in his vision, soon turning to Gary, the latter who has an 'are-you-seriously-going-to-do-this-right-now' expression. All Fernando could muster is a cheeky smile as he departs with the four lovelies.

One thing to mention about Fernando was the fact that he became incubi not long ago. Be it his charms or a plenty amount of Spirit Energy to spare, he was free to spend a night with a different lady each time he and his buddy Gary traveled. The excess amount of Demon Energy had eventually turned him outright, making him even more irresistible to the monsters. Seeing this happen was no surprise for Gary, who simply wandered back to their rented room.

Days pass when Fernando returns. He brings a few gifts from city touring.

"Yo Gary! I'm back!"

"Ugh! And you reek too! It's like you've spent those days rolling in a dumpster".

"Smell? I don't smell anything. Besides, those ladies were awfully demanding. I am a generous man, why would I not tend to them?"

"Because every time you do, I have to spend the next day trying to purge the smell of a dead man from the house".

"Man, you bring everything down, don't you?"

"Only because you take them up. Anyway, go take a shower, it's foul".

"Yea, yea, sheesh".

Fernando walks over to the bathroom, leaving the bags over to the table. Gary simply walks out the house, knowing he'll need some perfumes.

For the 50th time.