Trial of spun tales and weaved foes

[Castor Achromos]

Castor always had this scenario play in his head so many times, it was starting to feel more like bad memories rather than made up scenarios his imagination cooked up. He would always imagine the any possible connection between, and his shadier associate would be revealed in a more…dramatic fashion. Though Castor did have to remind himself that that “connection” has exactly been exposed yet in its entirety. It was clear to both Forrest and Nova that there was some familiarity between himself and the uninvited guest they “dealt” with a few days ago. The whole situation was tense for all of them as Castor continually delayed explaining to them how he knew that person, though calling Criminel a person was gross misuse of the word. There was no way of them knowing who or more accurately who he worked for, but Castor still worked through his mind to best spin a tale believable enough while also keeping his involvement with the Gede family hidden. There was another reason he choose this place for the meeting spot where they would eventually “learn” of Castor’s involvement with a clear untrust worthy individual. The place in question was the combat training room, normally it was filled with so many kinds of students using it to hone their skills. From shooting ranges, training dummies to the more advanced combat scenarios this place had plenty for the students work with. In the case of Castor, he wanted to see what his new “friends” could do in a fight with an unknown foe. If this all worked out, he could not only get himself in the clear but deal a blow against one who has been a constant thorn in his side.

waiting by the main entrance of combat room Castor waited as students went in and out minding their business, most of them doing their best to avoid eye contact with the well-known delinquent and troublemaker. Castor would not be surprised if by now both Forrest and Nova were more acquainted with his reputation…. with a sudden thought crawled into his head…what if they told someone else about what happened that night? A new perspective may help his plan or ruin it completely. Last thing he would need is a professor of all things to take interest in this whole mess. At this point thought all Castor could do was wait for the "guests" to arrive and hope everything goes as planned.

[Forrest Waldstein]

Three days. Three freaking days. Forrest had grown irritated at Castor's unresponsiveness for the past few days, and it was really getting on his nerves at this point. This was important information that him and Nova needed to know. They could have gotten severely injured, or worse. Not to mention Castor originally offered to explain everything the night of the incident when things calmed down. Except he didn't. That was the main thing that fueled Forrest's frustration, Castor didn't clear things up immediately despite him saying he would the night of the incident. It riddled Forrest with anxiety for the past few days, fearing he'd bump into that person again as he rounded a corner.

Forrest walked towards the main entrance to the combat training room, noticing the all-too-familiar snake-eyed boy by the entrance. His eyes were baggy, and his hair a bit frazzled. Forrest looked noticeably exhausted as he walked up to Castor. Annoyed, he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, deeply inhaling through his nose, and out through his mouth. His tired eyes looked up to Castor.

"I couldn't sleep for the past three days over what happened that night, Castor. You are going to explain everything today." Forrest rasped, devoid of the normal calm and relaxing tone his voice typically had.