"This is my life now...Ahhh crap."
Just as he was polishing off another drink at one of the counters in the bar, Tecka had begun to think. His recent drinking habits weren't very good for his growth, if he was ever going to grow...and he couldn't blame anyone. Although if he really wanted to point fingers it was his guild's fault.
"Readily available alcohol, pshh." He scoffed.
"Free drinks shouldn't exist, cause then we won't have any -hic-
alcohol for tomorrow."The young man wasn't inebriated, just riding a nice buzz through the morning till afternoon at least. Then he'd figured to go out and look for some work. It was the only thing beside drinking that kept him occupied for the moment, and a much preferable alternative. He couldn't just go around starting fights with everyone, not when his ego was as large as it gets. It was considerably worse when he realized this fact himself. Just as he lowered his glass, feeling warm inside, and a little light headed he heard the guild door open. It hadn't bothered him as much to look towards who it was at first, as most people usually make for the bar once they enter but this time around it was different. Following his entrance, the guild members throughout the entire hall had stood and cheered for the man. It was in fact so loud and sudden, Tecka had to catch himself- almost falling off of his stool.
In following suit, he'd given a slightly off pitched hooray after the roars had died down.
"Yaaaaaaaay!" Though boastful in sharing his new guild mates joys, it was clear that they were awaiting a reply from the individual who had walked in when he was quickly hushed by another phantom lord member, resting towards the back of the bar. Now, Tecka was interested- turning his head to see the golden brown skinned man walk in he mumbled to himself
"Now, he looks strong, aha."The man, then spoke of grimoire, presumably grimoire heart, and their guild master being the new king of fiore. Tecka swiftly recognized the name as he received sort of an update from bodak as he recalled, some of the guild members were away to fight against grimoire heart but,
"I'd only known of the Shura man bodak had spoken of that was away to fight, unless this is him.." He wouldn't know either way, but it was only told to him through word of mouth about the strength the stranger had possessed. This kept the young man far more interested than his usual obsession with people's power.
The black haired young man stood from his stool, trying his hardest to stay upright while he'd spoke.
"The king of fiore?!" He started while questioning aloud. It was only in moments of drunken stupor that he could muster the strength for something as dumb, yet uplifting as this. This too was a strength.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going. He thinks he'll rule us, HE'LL HAVE TO THINK TWICE BEFORE MESSING WITH PHANTOM LOOOORRDD!!" His yell echoed through the guild for a moment of brief silence. Most of the members throughout were shocked, because for the few days he'd been apart of the guild, he'd said little to nothing. Unbeknownst to them Tecka was actually capable of speaking more than a few words at a time, even if noticeably tipsy. A loud roar of mutual feelings and agreement arose from most of the guild's members, some yelling and laughing at the unexpected outburst from the short man, but most in support of his words.
Tecka looked towards the long dark haired man, who had just entered the hall moments prior. Strangely enough, Tecka had a smile on his face upon seeing the guy. His hair was long, other than that, he resembled someone Tecka used to know but the memory of them- it was all too blurry. What struck him most familiar though was his height, sunbathed skin color, and the lightning struck golden amber eyes. Though unsure who the man was, he would walk towards him, hand extended in earnest to shakeup, before speaking to the kimono wearing man,
"Let's start a revolution!" Though naive and childish as it sounded to some, to others who hated order in any form it was hope, to those without a purpose it was drive, and for everyone who sought out a place to belong, a common goal.