User blog:AdmyralDoc/The Snake and the Dream: In A Alternate Universe

Note: This is just something I'm making for fun. I wanted to tie up loose ends with Delusion and Darksire, but so much has happened in RP that I have no idea what's going on. So, this is a semi-serious alternate universe post, and not a shitpost like most of my other alt universes (although Enterprise will view it as a shitpost still xD)

Without further ado, I will update this whenever I can.

The Snake and the Dream
Prolouge: Fallback: =

It was dark and night, and most of the people in the town were sleeping. However, a quiet bar sat dimly lit in the middle of town. In it stood a old bartender, who had years of experience standing behind the counter.

It was quiet. One or two people were there, drinking their sorrows away. There was no chatter, merely the clacks and slides of glass.

The door to the bar opened, and the bartender looked to his left. A man had walked in, disrupting the calm of the bar. In one hand he carried a straw, in the other he carried a few $10 bills.

"W-what would you like, sir?" he bartender stuttered. The man glanced at him.

"Water, please."

"Water? Sir, this is a ba-"

"Water, please." he customer said in a stern voice. The bartender immediately fetched a cup, filled it with water, and gave it to the customer.

"...it's been a while since I last saw you here. How does the company fair?" the bartender had a surprised expression on his face.

"I think you already know." the customer took the straw, set it in the water, and sipped from it.

"Your old compatriots...do they know you're alive?"

"No. They assume I was killed in action, trying to butcher that madman."

"So...you don't run the company anymore, I assume?"

"They'll do fine without me."

"And your military?"

"Still operating at Tenelapis. But other than that, dormant."

The customer sat there for a while, having finished his water, and merely looked at his reflection in the glass. There was a awkward silence, then the customer stood up. He casually put down $30 on the counter.

"Thanks for the drink, old man." He began to leave, but right when he got to the door, the bartender questioned him one last time.

"If you aren't the admiral of HYDRAXIS anymore, then who are you?"

Darksire turned around at the bartender. Under his mask, you could see a faint glow of red.

"I'm an assassin for hire. Tell me, you ever heard of a man named Jacob Nesodlui?"