Posting because who's going to stop me! Myself- Anyway
Just an old fic of Post baby's first time not matching with his normal circle of peeps. Kinda his first round of matches
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The soft echoing voice of the Postman rang in his head as he heard Mrs.Nightingale announced that he would be team up with some 'old friends' of hers.Â
She smiled at the survivors, watching as they gathered around to hear what teams they were placed on.Â
"You will be on your way to your match in two minutes. I will now go check up on your Hunter. Please note that time is precious and don't waste it.."Â
Her voice lowers in the last part. She looks at her Scroll and shakes her head, leaving the survivors' wing
With her gone, the survivors finally breathe again and discuss their team formation and plan.Â
"So I have to play with them..."Â
Victor's voice is quieter than he thought in his head. Did Mrs.Nightingale scare him too?Â
He hadn't known those names on the list for long. His golden eyes search the room for the needed teammates. Did he have to find them?Â
The postman bites his lip, looking at how the other survivors got along very well. Could he really fit in this way?
The postman peeked down at blank papers in his mailbag and slowly reached inside of it, retrieving three sheets of clean copy paper. He wasn't very good with line paper because he wrote tiny so he needed better sheets..but it made his handwriting a bit not neat? Untidy?Â
He shrugs in response to his own thoughts and writes the first Survivor name down.Â
The postman taps on the nearest person's shoulder, hoping for some help. Instantly he regrets it when sharp green eyes fall on him, looking him up and down.Â
That voice was definitely not a friendly one. The postman tears his dry lips open to speak just for no words to come out. Oh great. He struggles for a bit and feels warmth fill his eyes as he tries again to clear his throat.Â
"Did you... change your mind?" The male was growing more impatient. His clean steel toe boots tapping the expensive tiles of the Manor floor.Â
The postman is quick to nod. Just to shake his head seconds after. He was already making a bad impression on his teammates.....
He quickly wipes his tears away, hearing a kinder voice fill his ears.Â
He looks up from the one called Naib to a much taller male. He's a bit familiar to the postman seeing his Owl and soft brown hair was a clear sign of that.
"I think you are scaring our teammate."Â
Naib lowers his eyes from the cloaked man and faces him. The poor postman couldn't tell if he was sorry or upset that he was stopped.
"I apologize for my behavior, You didn't say anything, so I assumed it was a childish trick being held. I'm not a fan of fooling around... Anyway, I'm Naib. The mercenary."Â
He said his title as if he weren't proud of it. Sure it was filled with pride and experience, but something bothered the postman about his words. Maybe he would have to get to know this Naib some other time. Â
Viktor smiled a bit at Naib's apology and waves his hand as if brushing it off as nothing, which was exactly what it was. Nothing Still, he accepts the apology.
Naib nods at this and glances upward at the grandfather clock. "What's your name?"Â
The small postman bent down to pet his dog, seeing Wik noticed his change in behavior. The dog was brushing against his leg, whining. He smiles at his companion and reaches into his pocket, bringing out Wik's toy. "You want to play?"Â
Naib raises a brow at the sound of Viktor's voice and somewhat smiles. "So you're more of an animal person, huh? My friend here also has a connection to them."
The postman nodded, peeking at the cloaked man. He opened his mouth and spoke clearly for once "My name is Viktor...Viktor Grantz." He offered a hand out to him before thinking about what he'd think of it. "..Does he even want to get to know you?" He questioned inner Viktor's voice with a small Hum.Â
The postman moved to bring his hand back when he noticed a gloved hand sneak from the dark abyss of the cloaks. It was much smaller than The Postman had thought. Delicate too..the fingers were slimmed perfectly and long.Â
Once the hand was closer to the light, he saw something else he didn't think of. A purple gem rested on a gold ring hugging his finger. Could he be married?
His thin lips tugged into a smile. It seemed Naib didn't like that. He had turned away as if he didn't want his friend to meet the postman. That explains why he hadn't given him a name...
He took the postman's hands in his own, intertwining them with a pleasant hum. "
It's nice to meet you Viktor and Wik."Â
The postman swallowed his voice and Eli's lips sealed. This caught the attention of Naib. He grabbed the taller man by the waist, looking up at him.Â
The taller male was silent for some now, probably seeing right through the postman. With the way his chin pointed, he could be looked beyond him.
The postman shook his head, receiving warm laughter from the taller male.
 "I'll see you in today's match, yes?"Â
The postman wasn't sure how to respond to the question, so he just nodded. That's when they heard the grandfather clock at its loudest. Was it time already?
The room only contained those needed for the match. Everyone was gone except Eli, Vera, Naib, and the postman. He took a deep breath before he was consumed by darkness.Â
At the sound of shattering glass, he wakes up on the floor of the White insane asylum. Boy, did he hate it here. He always got lost in the hallways and forgot where the exit gate would be.
He stands to his feet and searches for a cipher to decode. He takes a while to find an empty room to decode in. His teammates would sometimes run the hunter past him, sending him to a flying panic.Â
"This would never happen if I were with Lucca." He lay his head against the Cipher machine in sadness.
The Postman jerked up a bit too late. A Slave had brought her club down on the postman.Â
He pulls away from the cipher and runs with the girl trailing after him. "Um.." He fumbles through a stack of letters he wrote for this match and sent it out to the nearest teammate. Hopefully, Wik would return soon.Â
The postman struggled through the darkness of the Insane asylum with the slave as he tossed down pallets and made loops. He was burning out, Vaulting over a pallet. Just as Wik came running back. A hissing sound caught his ears.Â
A sharp hoot following by the gong of the bell filled his ears. He was positive he should have been incapacitated by now.Â
"Viktor, are you alright?!"Â
The Postman jumps at the sight of the seer peeking around the corner. He was really good at sneaking about. Eli looks at his injuries and fishes out a medical kit.
 "This shouldn't take too long."Â
The Postman struggles to speak, so he just nods and sits still as he is taken care of. From the outside of the Electric therapy, room was a Mercenary dragging a poor slave around the walls.Â
"How did you guys know I was here?"Â
He mumbled softly to the seerÂ
He just smiled and chased after the shouting Naib
"..If those two have the hunter, then where's the fourth player?!"Â
Viktor looked around the place for someone else
Instead, he got something much worseÂ
Vera was dancing on the dungeon and screaming thank you
The postman was this close to smacking her with a letter--Â
Viktor tiptoed away and prayed a cipher was far away from her.Â
His prayer was answered, and he quickly ran over to the cipher typing in the code
The last cipher had busted and Viktor stared at it with wide eyesÂ
"Thank you!" Vera screamed for the hundredth time, running past a waving Eli being dragged by Naib
"Get out of here!" Naib fumed, dragging the taller male after him as he collected rage
"Hue Hue nice try" Eli smiled sending his Phoenix forward to protect the postman who just barely made it out in time
