Grendel nods, at Noel's words, registering a curious whining, "Fortunately, Miss Noel, it seems that the Arbites of this world are capable of displaying at least some initiative."
With that, an ambulance comes into view, tires screeching as it makes it's way across the park, followed soon after by a pair of fire engines. The ambulance comes to a stop near the bench, rear doors opening up as two paramedics come out, stretcher in hand as they make their way to Noel.
"Worry not. He should recover well enough," he says, making his way over to the ambulance, "If you would like to accompany us, Miss Noel, you are welcome to do so."
"Orthos?" Adjutor asks, "Well, it's a bit strange. First of all, tech isn't anywhere near where it probably is in your world, or even here. While magic does compensate for a fair bit, it's a lot...younger. The world is somewhat harsh and unforgiving, but far simpler than here. All that aside, it's rather similar to the kinds of places you'd read about in books about the Medieval ages, except all the fantastic beasts, dragons and the like, are all real, and very much a problem. There's far more to it than what I've seen, but I didn't really see much of that while I was there. I'm technically not a native of that world, and I was rather preoccupied during the time I spent there."
"Well, the same can be said back when I was moving from state to state, when I was in America." Neo replied. "People died for no reason at all. Or at least that's what the idiots think back there. I killed them because I was bored, but that doesn't count to them."
"But forget everything I said. I already told you, there would be more stories to be told, you know what I'm saying?" He then poured some more whiskey on his glass. "Back in our group, we have a saying that goes something like this: 'You can never see it all.' And so, the bottom line of this is that I can't expect you to believe that I have seen it all in the same way as you can't to me, because there's ain't no such thing."
He then drunk some more whiskey, before saying, "Besides, it seems like you've seen a lot more interesting things back in your place. And that's painfully obvious because of the way you carry your stuff around. So tell me, what's back there?"
"Nothing that really matters anymore. There aren't any Apostles around here, Casca should be safe with the others, and there aren't even any decent fights for me to wander into. I'll admit, I've seen a fair few wars myself. Didn't really care who I was fighting for, so long as they paid. Then I met him...Griffith, captain of the the Band of the Hawk. Got caught up in his ambitions, ended up doing some of his dirty work, though he hardly kept his hands clean himself. Then I decided I wanted to leave. I wanted to stand as his equal, to see if there was something for me more than wandering from battlefield to battlefield. Griffith's amibtion was to have his own kingdom, I wanted to see if I could find my own dream to chase. He didn't take it well, but I won. Of course, when I came back...well, let's just say he really didn't take my leaving well. He went and threw away all of that effort and got himself locked up in the deepest dungeon Midland had to offer. We got him out, but...what we found. That wasn't Griffith anymore. They gave him to the torturer with only one condition. Keep him alive for a year. By the time we got there, Griffith couldn't fight, couldn't speak, couldn't even walk. To top it all off, Midland didn't take very kindly to us breaking him out. We didn't really care, so we got him out anyway."
At this point, a new drink, whiskey this time, arrives in Guts's hand. Setting the empty beer down, he takes a drink of the whiskey, setting the glass down before continuing.
"Couldn't really break the news to the others. It would have shattered the Band. So we kept it secret, Casca and I, as well as a few others. Midland sent troops after us, of course, but I shouldn't really have to tell you how well that turned out. Then it happened. Forgot to mention something earlier. Griffith had this creepy-ass egg thing with what might have used to be a face on it, kinda like this," he reaches into a pocket and takes out the Beheilt, "Only his was crimson. He lost it, tried to run away, and found the damn thing in a field somewhere. Whatever that thing did, the Band of the Hawk found itself...somewhere else. There were these four really powerful demons, called God Hand, and they told Griffith that he could be the fifth of them. If he sacrificed the Band of the Hawk to all the demons, Apostles where I come from, that showed up. I tried to get to him, but..."
Guts takes another drink.
"Long story short, everyone but me and Casca wind up dead, I'm short an arm and an eye, and Casca gets raped by Griffith, now Femto, with me being forced to watch. Did I mention Casca was pregnant with my child at the time? Yeah, that turned out well, especially after said child was corrupted by Griffith and later used as a vessel for him to get a new physical body. Casca miscarried the child and went insane as a result of the pain she went through, and I've been hunting the demons that showed up for Eclipse until recently."
"Of course," he says after a short pause, "All of that's gone to hell now that I'm stuck here. No more ghouls trying to eat me at night time, though, which isn't too bad."
