Post by Notaka on May 16, 2022 20:46:40 GMT
"Thank you, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, somehow." Goddot said and he would use his stand to modify Joshua's face to the point where he was barely recognizable. The soldiers were shocked, for them this was like sorcery but they had heard of such abilities. "So is this the work of those stands thing I've been hearing about?" A soldier asked in particular.
"And done. Now, if you remember what I told you last time, you should avoid moving your head as much as possible, or it will undo the changes. Next you'll have to get the proper attire, no savage looks this classy." Goddot stated. Luckily for them, the bodies of a few aborigines and even Aventinians were there, so they could get the needed outfits. And soon, they'd walk towards this outpost, with the two of the soldiers holding Joe by the arm as if pretending they caught him.
The Aventinian guards at the entrance stopped the group, speaking in their language. Though they could not understand what they were saying, Goddot simply spoke, it was a bet: "Don't worry, he's not a danger, we took care of him." He stated, looking at Joe. The Aventinian guards looked initially confused before they spoke once again.
"Ah, you must not be Aventinian then. You speak the language of Albion." One of them said, "Maybe you're from the Ex-Albion colonies... or one of the few Albionians who saw reason and sided with the winner. But then again, you understood what we said a bit, good job picking up the beautiful Aventinian language. As for this one, just toss him with the others. The cargo's about to leave soon, it won't hurt adding one more."
And with that, they'd be allowed entry, thanks to Goddot's gambit working. Joe in particular was led and tossed to a room inside a building, there he saw plenty of Aborigines, mostly the children and women but there were also a few men there, they all looked at Joe rather impassively, thinking of him as yet another one of their own who got captured.
However, they all stood on one side of the room, as if being afraid of something. When Joe turned to see what was on the other side, he would see a man sitting against the wall holding a small wooden stick and with his finger, chiseling it. This man was not an aborigine but he was not either Aventinian nor Albionian for that matter.
"And done. Now, if you remember what I told you last time, you should avoid moving your head as much as possible, or it will undo the changes. Next you'll have to get the proper attire, no savage looks this classy." Goddot stated. Luckily for them, the bodies of a few aborigines and even Aventinians were there, so they could get the needed outfits. And soon, they'd walk towards this outpost, with the two of the soldiers holding Joe by the arm as if pretending they caught him.
The Aventinian guards at the entrance stopped the group, speaking in their language. Though they could not understand what they were saying, Goddot simply spoke, it was a bet: "Don't worry, he's not a danger, we took care of him." He stated, looking at Joe. The Aventinian guards looked initially confused before they spoke once again.
"Ah, you must not be Aventinian then. You speak the language of Albion." One of them said, "Maybe you're from the Ex-Albion colonies... or one of the few Albionians who saw reason and sided with the winner. But then again, you understood what we said a bit, good job picking up the beautiful Aventinian language. As for this one, just toss him with the others. The cargo's about to leave soon, it won't hurt adding one more."
And with that, they'd be allowed entry, thanks to Goddot's gambit working. Joe in particular was led and tossed to a room inside a building, there he saw plenty of Aborigines, mostly the children and women but there were also a few men there, they all looked at Joe rather impassively, thinking of him as yet another one of their own who got captured.
However, they all stood on one side of the room, as if being afraid of something. When Joe turned to see what was on the other side, he would see a man sitting against the wall holding a small wooden stick and with his finger, chiseling it. This man was not an aborigine but he was not either Aventinian nor Albionian for that matter.