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The wandering God of Fortune

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God Complex: Out of Time
<i>Gad would actually reel back for a moment. He thought about things in the past that had constantly made him question himself, there was a certain irony to how Kazuo spoke to him now as it had always been the way he felt deep inside. There had been cases when he felt using his powers was excessive but if it was to help a friend he would never have thought twice. He just wanted to a peaceful life after all. The force on Kazuo and his Chimera had vanished.</i> In truth, I could fight like a human too but I don't want to fight you on this. If you're putting up that much resistance the no command I give would really be able to stop you without abusing far worse things. I'd rather not become like...&quot; <i>He'd shudder suddenly as if remembering someone else.</i> &quot;Fine, here.&quot; <i>He'd pull out the coin from before and throw it to Kazuo. It seemed to glow lightly despite even a lack of light. One side of the coin portrayed a benevolent looking demonic figure and the other a wicked seeming angel.</i> &quot;It's not exactly like that sword from before. I made it myself so the only thing within is my own power. It's only because of that, that flipping it once will bring you good luck. More than once a day will still give you luck but then you'll end up with twice as much bad luck. In other words, only use it if thing really come down to the wire. Honestly, I don't care too much who comes out on top of this. I guess that's only because I'm lucky enough for it not to be my problem though.&quot; <i>He'd sigh before beginning to walk towards the hole himself, only turning around to say one last thing.</i> &quot;See you at school, I guess.&quot;
God Complex: Out of Time
&quot;Really? You shouldn't worry about me being crushed.&quot; <i>Something about the room itself had changed suddenly. It was a feeling of invisible cracks forming in the air as if whatever rule was keeping things in check in the area had begun to fall apart. The glow in Gad's eyes was more clear now, a powerful golden light leaking out of them and suddenly the world itself seemed to be listening.</i> &quot;If you can't even fully be honest with a friend then I should insist that you leave now. <b>This time I'm ordering you to.</b>&quot; <i>The air itself seemed to suddenly grow heavy as if the word was actually starting to act on Gad's words. Kazuo would find a sort of invisible force grabbing onto him and his chimera as well, trying to forcefully drag him back towards the dark hole that had been opened before.</i> &quot;Sorry if this seems forceful but I don't want to take risks. I've had friends before turn out to be...overly ambitious.&quot;
God Complex: Out of Time
<i>Gad wanted to simply take his word for it but...He knew better than that. He had experience simply entrusted everything to someone else and following along blindly, he knew the consequences of such things. His eyes would glimmer subtly. A divine power would simply attempt to decipher Kazuo's intent, to determine whether he was saying everything he had to or even if he was simply lying outright.</i> &quot;Is that so? You shouldn't need to stay then. Only one other person without divine power is left and from what I've heard they don't plan on actually changing anything to extreme. Just removing some event that ruined their life.&quot; <i>Gad would take a black ring out of his other pocket and put it on. He'd turn towards the wall and simply extend his grasp. A hole would suddenly form within the wall leading into pitch blackness and a small light that could be seen in the distance.</i> &quot;That'll take you back to where you were. Took a lot of convincing to get the owner of this thing to lend it out. If you don't have any other reason to be here then it should be fine for you to leave, right?&quot;
God Complex: Out of Time
<i>The boy who had been silent would stop flipping the coin in his hand. It seemed to glimmer for a moment as he slid it into his pocket. His face was still hard to read but a certain glimmer could be seen in his eyes.</i> &quot;Yeah, it is me. As for why I'm here... Honestly, I want to ask you the same. Not like I didn't know you'd eventually make it this far, that's just my luck or maybe it's not fair to call it that. It was only because I came up with these stupid trials as a way to distract Elian that I was able to meet with you like this so I guess I'll just be outright. Why are you here? You know that your presence here is going to make things that much more dangerous, right? As long as you exist in this game it means Elian is going to make things harder. He's addicted to watching non-gods overcome impossible odds.&quot;
Tokyo's Central Metropolitan Library
<i>Gad wouldn't protest with much aside from sighing. What was he going to do, reel back? No reason to seem like a bigger weirdo than he already admitted to being. That being said he wasn't sure what to do next, he needed to talk to Kazuo still but he didn't want to seem rude either.</i> &quot;A lot of people in the library today...&quot;
Tokyo's Central Metropolitan Library
<i>Gad would take a moment to calm down for now. It seemed despite her divine aura she was still young. He wanted to be careful but maybe he was a little too tense.</i> &quot;Compared to some people I've worked with you don't seem that weird. Ever met a dragon whose also a CEO of a company? I knew they were greedy but-&quot; <i>He wouldn't even bother finishing that though, otherwise he felt he might start rambling again.</i> &quot;Nevermind, point is I'm probably the weirdest one here even though I don't want to admit it.&quot;
Tokyo's Central Metropolitan Library
&quot;You're divine I guess so maybe you'd know...&quot; <i>Gad would hesitate for a moment, as if he wasn't sure if he should really ask her.</i> &quot;Let's just say I can smell conflict from a mile away. On top of that I can actually tell what someone's chances are just from looking at them... Kazuo is involved in something dangerous...At least that's what I think. Mortals really shouldn't poke too many bears with sticks. Maybe I'm not one to talk but...&quot; <i>He'd stop himself from rambling any further, just looking towards Asami now. He knew the girl was trying to mess with him but the golden glow in his own eyes were starting to turn to crimson flames.</i> &quot;So, is it true? Has Kazuo been messing with forces that stretch beyond mortal-kind?&quot;
Tokyo's Central Metropolitan Library
<i>Gad would be caught off guard by the girl's sudden aura...and her sudden approach. He would mutter under his breath for a moment, almost just asking why his luck was suddenly doing this if it was. He'd try to calm down before speaking once more.</i> &quot;Sorry, but I need to speak with Kazuo actually. I just, wasn't sure how to aproach the topic of what I wanted to say...&quot;
Tokyo's Central Metropolitan Library
<i>Gad would arrive in the library looking perfectly passive for once. It seems that for once this was where he intended to go.</i> &quot;Seems it's letting me go where I want today. Ok, shouldn't waste too much time...Really though, he spends a lot of time in libraries.&quot; <i>He'd look around for a while until finally stumbling upon where Kazuo was. He thought to approach him but could see he was busy right now. Also, it seemed he was a bit conflicted. For once his expression was tense, something unusual for the usually lax teenager. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, so hard he would just awkwardly stand a few feet away from the group in plain view for anyone who noticed him.</i>
Shibuya: [Kosei High School]
<i>Gad would be somewhat confused by what was going on. With a sigh though he'd simply just take out a pen.</i> &quot;Well, I'm going to probably end up joining no matter what it is anyway. Guess I can stress about that latter. Now, uh, a signature, right...&quot; <i>He'd go to sign but his hand was unsteady and it was clear he wasn't exactly the best writer ever. The signature would come out fairly sloppy being almost impossible to read yet...there'd be an odd sense of clarity to it. It would be as if the very meaning behind his writing was instantly understood regardless of its quality.</i> &quot;Writing this language is nothing like home I guess...Sorry if it's a bit messy.&quot;

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