RA: Unexpected Visit

Grav had been moping around all day feeling hard done by. It had been so unfair. Putting him against one of the seven sins had been bad, but the reawakened memories were worse. They were all scrambled and fragmented. Sometimes clear as day yet hard to see. Festering inside his head. Ruining everything he thought he knew. He sat listlessly stitching at his shirt where Obsidian had ripped it. A slight Clatter came from the door.

Grav looked over and saw a hand had slipped through the mailing slip and was attempting to unsuccessfully unlock the door. "You can come in" Grav shouted, unlocking the door with the press of a button on his desk. The door slowly swung open to reveal three fully suited runners. Grav instantly recognised two of them.

One looked as if she were a nine year old girl. This was Grav's friend Selentine, a boisterous loud and rowdy girl who was actually the same age as himself. The second was dressed in ragged clothes and was slightly hunched forward. Grav had done a couple of missions with him before. Lockpick. Could always unlock anything.

The third face wasn't familiar to Grav. He was male, muscular, with close cut red hair. He had three swords strapped onto his back. Then it hit Grav who it was. Grav instantly jumped to attention. Swichedge was his name, a rank higher than himself, and yet ran two patrols single handed. He was also regarded as nothing short of one of the seven sins.

"Someone’s got manners" Switchback chuckled "But you really don't have to bother".

"We bring good news" Lockpick whispered, fumbling in one of the many pockets on his jacket.

Grav slumped back into his chair. "What could possibly be good at a time like this?”

"You’re being promoted, Mopey" Selentine smiled "Welcome to the A-list".

Grav sat staring at the three of them, their faces showed no trace of lying. “But I lost the match” he said weakly, thinking what could possibly be going on

“Two of the seven sins reported the match as being unfair and that your ability was of A-class” Lockpick whispered, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking a satchel Switchedge had on his back. From the bag he pulled out an ornate crest of silver; a grey hooded coat; a blood red knife and a set of matching metal gloves and boots.

Grav realised the bag must be linked to a grave locker located in Abbadon’s realm. Grave lockers were only owned by the highest ranking runners, and could be linked to any kind of container, allowing access to the lockers contents from anywhere.

“These are a couple of presents from our lordship himself” Switchedge said “He seems to want to invest in your welfare. Well I must be off, busy times as these are” he turned around and had started heading for the door when he called over his shoulder “As of tomorrow you report to me as your superior. But because I’m nice, you and Selentine get the day off”. Lockpick gave Grav a quick handshake the bustled after Switchedge.

Selentine went over to the door and closed it, the quickly rushed over to Grav. “I need you to fix up my uniform, it’s getting tatty again”. Grav laughed, to which she puffed out her cheeks which just made him laugh harder. “It’s not funny! You know that they don’t make child size uniforms! And your the only person who'll actually bother with it for me!"

"Okay, Okay. No need to have a strop."

Grav went off with Selentine to fetch her uniform, all thoughts of the old memories forgotten. For now.