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A new day in a life of hunting

The night rotated in the dawn of the blue cube's skies. Shadow collector rested peacefully inside the tablet. Frostlight and chatsworth are readily discussing the events that transpired

frostlight: for switching between who gets to stay and who goes out, i take on hunts, covering your absences on why you not able to be present in the office. You have to stay for the sake of the kid trying anything and prevent any more shenanigans

chatsworth: for the last time pal, the kid has a name it shadow collector! Trust me he isn't that bad anymore!

chatsworth proceeds to grab a box on the floor next to him as he puts it on the table. Bouncing the contents a little. Frostlight sees stacks of movies in original casing of varying age between old and new. Their genres lays in action, such as deity vapor 20XX

chatsworth: i proudly present my fine collection from the realm known as earth! You could say it a collector's edition! *holding one from the box with confidence*

frostlight:...*he deadpans at the thought of violent media corrupting the kid's views even further* Uh huh and what does the kid learn from them?

chatsworth: why, beating up people in suits that what! It a very valuable lesson to teach em suits the REAl business!

frostlight: your getting into this 'father' thing too quickly

chatsworth: did you forget? Poor shadow doesnt have any 'real' guardians and i am the best one ha landed right into! *he picks frostlight's axe, shove it right in his arms and steadily pushes him towards the door* Anyhow good luck with being the breadwinner between us!

frostlight went on his way from the door, stepping right to the portal to the market. Now at last, chatsworth can start preparing the tv and some snacks as he was gonna introduce the shadow child to best entertainment he probably seen in years!

At the hunting office, frostlight entered in calm and composed. Saint fuljore's eyes immdielately pointed to the lack of the other half of the monthly streak duo

saint fuljore: ah frostlight, pleasure to see you again after the weekend, hope it rejuvenated your...where is your partner chatsworth? *he looks up from his papers*

frostlight: he is..*pausing to come up with a excuse under his cool collected tone*..preoccupied with very important tasks he needed to do..

unconviced by that, saint fuljore presses more, getting closer

saint fuljore: did something unfavorable occurred during the weekends? Is it serious? I could offer assistance-

frostlight: the incident, caused a significant shortage in our supplies *he chirps out a response in haste*

saint fuljore:...back to the menu..

for now, he follows frostlight's words but he allocates the tougher missions to him as a signifier of what he is hiding or covering up

Shotting to the blue cube, chatsworth in engagement, watching through a marathon of movies from the disk stack. One currently viewing as a move titled "high arts shaolin" with shadow collector deeply engrossed by the wacky movements. Chatsworth gets off the couch to prepare some insta noodles for him and the kid

shadow collector:..what sort of magic is that? They're like flying around like a witch with no broom! That real witch craft! And they say 'haaah!' is that a magic word? And what is this witchcraft too? This...*smooching his face right in the screen*

chatsworth: oh calm down your yapping. It just a...magic puppet box with ultra lighting to trick your..eyes! Yeah the glass is there to...not interrupt the intense performance going on right now! *he opens up a packet of noodles and dumping them right in the dish*

shadow collector: so that what these small humans are doing...*tapping the screen repeatedly like poking at a ant terrarium. Hoping for a reaction out of it*

a scene plays of a guy about to cut a stone with his bare fist. As it transitions to a sword instead slicing a large chunk of moving stone, frostlight heaving in air before another flying gem hit him right in the chest

frostlight: damn..! Ore warriors...too sturdy for their own- *chopping another ore warrior behind him* damn good!

after dents were made on his wings, ripping out the sole leader's titanium heart. Clumsily making his way back to the office, heart in hand. Delivering results with a hardened expression

saint fuljore:...it seems your excuse isnt entirely baseless, still holding up but if chatsworth continues to be absent, you have to bear the load for tomorrow

walking with a bit of a limp back home, frostlight sees chatsworth and shadow collector bonding over those corny ass films. The kid morphing into some vapor about to devour chatsworth before they break into laughter. Frostlight too exhuasted to say anything and not feeling comfy just yet with shadow child being with them

Another day, another hunt. Frostlight straighten up his back, getting on his feet before chatsworth and shadow collector wakes up, just sharing the couch together. Zooming over to the office to be as productive as possible. Hoping that saint fuljore will forget about asking more chatworth's absence with results. Saint fuljore gives him the immediate report, a legendery sword currently withheld in a unauthorized facility. Located in a desert realm. He was about to give frsotlight a piece of technology to aid but frostlight swiftly deny the offer. Already on the move with the portal to the scrouching sands
beating against the grains with his axe. Probing the surface until it hits something that frostlight feels vibrating. Stabbing his axe's tip to puncture the solid layer, it turns out this abandoned facility have commontion going along with sounds of grunting and cheering. Looking closely, it to be a fighting ring full of robotic crooks. Steel rubbing on steel. Shouts of someone named 'rakala' being chanted. Frostlight can only infer that a match was over with the cheering. He stakes out for the night when there is no one inside. Widening the hole till he can jumped in. kicking up dust and surveying, there are busted remains of previous fighters. Taking his chance to hide away somewhere before dawn hits, handling nearby robotic personnel to put on their parts. It wont be hard with a body already born segmented and blocky
trying to stay awake, being vigilant yet stuffed with rustic coverings doesnt help frsotlight with being energetic in the morning. He blends in the crowd, following where they are going until they fill up the same arena frostlighht broke into. Circling before a massive mechanized 'king'. Sharing the same blocky body shape as frostlight. Thankfully this isn't a fleshy auidence as the aurrounding voices were in sync montone, chanting the same name, 'rakala'. It waves a hand before pointing towards someone in the crowd. Soon all eyes traced to frostlight. As he was beginning to sense what is going on, the robots point their attention to the weapon he is holding, the gleaming axe and so became the reason why he was selected to do a bout with the rakala. They all push frostlight closer to the brighthen spot. He can see a glimmer, telling a faint figure of a sword and it wielder
the tall figure approached closer to frostlight until the natural light and the ambiance of the sword shines it features. This rakala swings the hefty sword as the sign of battle, roaring up the crowd and frostlight making his small moves already, tightening around his axe

frostlight:..gods damn me!

rakala swings right at frostlight with no warning but he leaps stright to the sides. Dodging the sword, he is able to identify it the same sword saint fuljore told him about, the Morivean. Frostlight's own wings glides with his body. Jumping on the large robot's back from behind to do a divebomb with his legs. Ability over crushing strength. constantly picking the robot on it back, rakala senses and predicted it, grabbing frostlight's leg and launching him across the arena

frostlight: auuughh....fu...aack! I cant let myself...get hurt again!

savaging in his pockets, he got this device last second before he left the blue cube this morning. A walki talki, having enough strength to put one on his ear before rakal gets near him

Back at the blue cube, chatsworth was eating snacks with shadow collector. They're interrupted by noises, chatsworth turns around to hear where the noises are coming from, strangely from the relic room. Opening the door, leading to the source of the buzz. He nearly forgetten they got old fashion communication devices such as walki talkis. Picking one up, a urgent voice belonging to frostlight

chatsworth: pal? Why are you using a old brick?

Frostlight: IT A DESERT REALM! GET THERE- *screaming from the other end*

chatsworth: OKAY! WHiCH ONE!? *he made his way out from the room, getting his backpack ready. Shadow collector was about to say something before chatsworth hand signals that they were going outside. The kid surprisingly followed along. Hurriedly made it to the market but still holding the walki talki right to his ears, waiting for each of frostlight's word*

frostlight: there is a...ah!...a...portal...still up...get off! Oh i will kick your shit in the teeth!...*his speech getting either glitched or messed up by external forces*

right there in a section open to anyone, are portal hoppers. They have their own station made right in the center of the market where busy bodies can ask for a portal as long as the portal and the specifications are given. Chatsworth can only mumble out the locations and cooridinations to the person, hoping it leads him to the right desert realm. Hopping right in, with no hesitantions. it be awhile until chatsworth can sort out the place with collector trailing behind him

thrown back to a corner with his wings flat as a line, frostlight looks on to rakala about to come down on him with the morivean...Sands flew everywhere. Exploding from the ceiling mixed with metallic jades shot. Snuffing out most of the robot's sights. In the middle of it all, chatsworth awkardly descended with shadow collector who morphed his legs into a drill. The kid was clearing the dusty air with fan like hands and spots frostlight right there. Cornered by someone

shadow collector: i think cube dad isnt having a good time

chatsworth: Hey again pal- *coughs* I need to *coughs*...make a better entrance-

rakala stomps the ground with a lead foot, tossing the unattended participate up in the air but shadow collector transforms again to a pair of pickaxes. Chatsworth nicks the walls above rakala as it spins the sword. Barely hanging on, he aimed the trident right at rakala's chest and jump onto rakala's head. Hitting it with shadow pickaxes to steady his grip. Somewhat controlling the rampanging robot. Frostlight sees the opportunity. Standing on his legs with a messy stance, he charges once more and dived his axe deeper to the robot's shins. Chatsworth with the strength of shadow collector, bashes the head until it fell to the ground. Silencing the whole audidence

chatsworth: Whew! What a fight after all this staying at home and- oh frost!

he sprinted to be his aid. Shadow collector doesnt forget easily though

shadow collector: cube dad is always so ready for a bruising it becomes more funny than anything!

chatsworth: hey dont make him feel worse! I forget you two really need to make up

the three of them made their way out of the underground area along with the morivean now in hand

chatsworth cleared up frostlight's wounds before he entered the hunting offices. Frostlight "proudly" proclaimed that the achievement of getting the morivean was a endeavor all by himself and killing rakala was nothing whatsoever. Saint fuljore falls for the explanation, granting him a stack of relics and cash. Thus ending the day with frostlight just kicking the door from how exhuasted he is and once more, chatsworth and shadow collector are back at it with their movie marathons. Unlike last time, he would want to say something before he dozes

frostlight: at this again? How many more gods forsaken deity vapor films are you going to consume?

shadow collector: you dont know the artistry that goes on with pupper threaters!

frostlight: *whispers*...how much are you going with this lie?

chatsworth: oh shush it, let the child have fun! What you dont have fun when you were a kid? Beliving the most inspiring thing from your ma and pa?

for once, he could relax even with someone full of lethal potential. That from the rest of their lives with this kid, he could grow fond of this. Sitting his head on the couch as the Tv went on