The sky darkens, as the moon glides thru the sky. Shining over a small city. This city, being one of more modern timing. No super sci-Fi, no supernatural powers. Nothing. Here, in this city, with few houses, few buildings, stores. More akin to a small town. Yet, as we glide thru the roads entering jt, towards a house, we see a sign. A sign that reads, 'Flaming Av., Candora'. The house. A small two story house. With a garage to the right of it and a small driveway that connects to it. A small walkway path lewding from the road to the front door steps. A mail box to the right of the walkway. On that mail box it reads, '7109'. Upon walking up the the house, we hear a screaming, yelling. As we now see our protagonist. His right hand gripping the door, ready to open it, his hair black, standing at 6ft tall, neither too skinny nor too chubby, but also not buff nor having a muscal body. His head slightly down, hair a bit a longer then normal, over his shoulders. His piercing crimson eyes, red almost like a lake of blood, unique and not really fully normal, stares at the stone step under him before the door. His breathing a bit hiked, in a mix of annoyance, and pain. Chest heaving a bit, under his black t-shirt, pure black. With black pants, and black sneakers. In his left hand holds a bag. Filled with something. Food? Games? It's hard to tell. His eyes closed. As he listens to the yelling fight that is happening within. Between a male and female-his parents. Normal, this is. Yet, this time it sounds louder, and worse.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO!" A female voice screeches from inside. Older sounding. Clearly pissed, angry.
"AND? I WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH MY OLD BUDDY'S, SO I DID!" A male screams back.
'Again', he thinks. 'This fight again. But mother sounds truly pissed…what did he do this time?'
"YET, I TOLD YOU NOT TO! BECAUSE EVERY TIME YOU DO, YOU COME BACK DRUNK!" She yells.
"AND?! DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BITCH ABOUT IT!"
"DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT TODAY EVEN IS?!" She tells back.
'Your anniversary.' He thinks. His eyes holding more pain now then anger and annoyance, hints of pain.
"WHAT?! MONDAY?!"
"MONDAY?! REALLY NOW?! MONDAY! MONDAY! NO! YOU DRUNKEN IDIOT! IT WAS OUR ANNIVERSARY! WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR WHAT?! 20 YEARS AND YOU STILL FORGET?!"
"WHAT?! I DIDN'T know…" The male voice gets weaker.
"Didn't know?! YOU KNOW WHAT?! PACK UP AND GET OUT! IM DONE! DONE! YOU CAN FIND SOME OTHER PLACE TO STAY! BECAUSE IM CALLIGN FOR A DIVORCE!"
She yells. Inside hurried movement sounds. Before he lets handle of door go. Steps back as then, door opens. A drunk man, around his 40's steps out, swaying a bit with a suitcase. He peaks at him. Tries to say something but…
"Go. Just go. You've done enough damages. Go. And don't come back. I don't want you to hurt her anymore." He says as he looks up at him stepping aside. The father stares then passes him. Saying no more, downcatsed. As he walks off. Unknown where he is going. As the mother stands by the door. Tears in her eyes, and pain, heartache, and anger. As she watches the father go. Before glancing at our protagonist. "Malco. Dear. Come in. It's cold out here. And…I'm sorry. I'm sorry that…" she starts to cry. Before our protagonist walks up and hugs her. "Shhh. I understand mom. He…this is for better. He wasn't really a…proper human being. You and I both know that."
She hugs back. Her height being a bit smaller, so she ends up with her head against his shoulder. She is 5'8. Looking near 40 but still in her late 30's. "Hey, Malco, even if I'm divorcing him, even if it's true, you shouldn't speak that way." She says, softly. As she looks up at him. After a moment.
"But it's true. He never was there for us. Always disappeared to who knows where. Getting drunk with his buddies, and all."
She heh's, and pulls him into the house before giving his back a bit of a push to go in.
"Anyways, don't worry about that for now. Go on and head upstairs to bed. It's late. I know you said you'd eat out, so I only made food for me and him a few hours ago."
He nods. And walks off tho glances back, worried as he watches her close the door. Pausing at the steps to go up, he looks at her then asks, "You gonna be okay for now?"
"Y-yeah. I'll be fine kiddo. Just go on and do your homework, and go to bed." She says back, tho with a bit of a hesitation in her voice at first. Clearly not okay right now.
"You sure?" He asks. Only to get a nod back, before she walks off into the kitchen, past the steps.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Just gonna grab a cold drink, before heading to bed myself. Goodnight." She says as she is already have way to kitchen without looking back.
His gave lingers there. Clearly not believing it. Hesitating rather to go upstairs or to try comforting her. Yet, he's awful at comforting people. Then sighs and turns and walks up the steps. Before taking a left down the corridor. Reaching a door on left, before opening it and entering. It's one of the two master bedrooms. And since he is a only child, he gotten this room. Double bed to the right, a desk and gaming area to left, with a pc, and few other things, with a table to left of that, holding different technological parts, pc parts in particular. Cases and more. He walks in, closes the door behind him, walking over to the desk, moving his gaming chair back before moving to sit on it while setting the bag down. Opening it after he sits down, and inside is different pieces of technology. Few broken phones, few pc parts, and a weird metal band. With a black crystal laying within the mix of things. Taking them out, he starts working on the metal band. Calming his unsteady hands first. It's a rather odd piece of tech he found, along with the crystal. Trying to figure out how it works, yet only after accidentally bumping the metal band against the crystal did something happen. He blinks. Confused, surprised, as the metal band seems to absorb the crystal. Then the metal bend seems to open and he lets go it and tries backing up. Yet, it flies and straps itself to his right wrist. He blinks. Now standing up he tries to slightly pull it off, yet it doesn't come off. As if it's connected to his wrist. Tho, at that point he sighs. And sits down. Tho he also ends up grazing his fingers over the band, as he tries to understand what has happened. But that causes another thing to happen. A panel pops up from it. Reminding him of fanfictions and novels he's read.
On it appears to be a menu.
[Name: Malco Farlando] [Coins: 000]
[Stats] [Skills] [Inventory] [Quests] [Options]
He reads it, then taps on stats, pulling up another sceen.
[Name: Malco Farlando] [Coins: 000]
[Age: 21
Race:Human
Class: Destiny Guardian
Subclass: Arc
Level: 0
Light: 0
Darkness: 0
Prismatic: 0 [Locked]]
He blinks. Staring at it. It reminds him of a game. Destiny. One of his many favorite games. And if his assumptions are correct, then he appears to have a class based on said game. Light, should be referring to light in the game, like Arc, Void, and (what I'm calling it for now) Flame. Darkness, Stasis and Strand. And Prismatic, the fusion of light and dark. A mix of the two classes. But question is why? Why does he have this? Since he wasn't reborn, reincarnated, and always lived here. Sure, his town his off in middle of nowhere, with few travelers here. But still, why?
Either way, he decides not to ponder it right now. Moving on to check the other tabs.
[Skills:
{Repair lvl 1:Ability to repair things. Formed from past experiences, and power of light, darkness, and prismatic.}
{Traveler lvl Max: Power to hold light, darkness, and prismatic within you, able to generate a passive amount, based on the Light, Darkness, and Prismatic stats.
Secondary Ability Locked}
{Guardian Forge lvl 1: Ability to use light, darkness, and prismatic to create a whole armory of weapons from Destiny 2 along with custom things too.
Able to create common weapons and armors and equipment.} ]
[Inventory: Empty]
[Quests:
-Travel to your first world.
-Create your first piece of equipment.
-Repair something.
…and more.
-Create a Ghost for the first time]
Looking thru them, they have answered some questions he held. While options gave him the ability to adjust the taps a bit, even a music function, and few other normal things like notifications settings and more.
He yawns a bit tho, before trying to figure out how to close it. And finds out either a thought or tap to close or open it. Then, he moves on to his bed, tho after changing into pajamas. Then heads off to sleep for now, and worry about it more in the morning.