[ Chapter III (3): "FLYING CARRIAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THE GOLEM THAT ALWAYS WANTS TO DIE, AND THE NORMIE TOWN" ]
[ "This is Hell...!" ] Mikhael grunts to himself, the Cravat— a white cloth in his neck area, is just that suffocating for him who doesn't like traditional clothes. To free himself off of some pain, he instead kept squirming around, fixing it to outmost comfort.
On the other hand, Cojo could also be seen pissed off. On the backseat of the carriage, meowing in agreement to his owner, all the while trying to remove the styled red ribbon around his neck. To no avail that is.
[ "Please, my Lord, exercise a little form of patience." ] Klaus hearing the commotio inside the carriage, decides to peek in. Smiling in seeing what's happening inside.
He then tries to reassure his somewhat annoyed looking master. Scratch that, annoyed. [ "We nearly there, I promise you." ]
[ "Wait, didn't we heard that for the fifth time today? Tell us the truth, Klaus!" ]
[ "Miao!" ]
Both Mikhael and Cojo was excited for the trip at first, but after hours on the road... Or the sky that is, the enthusiasm had worn off, instead replaced by vengeance anger.
Hearing the commotion, something under Cojo began to squirm, and out pop the bronze head of the first sentient Golem that Mikhael created, also protesting, albeit for different reasons. [ RATTLE! ]
The said thing to its dismay, could be seen wearing clothes! Yes, like a common doll that Normies usually have. It raised its arms, showing annoyance. Clearly, even though the said alchemy product has no face.
Having been fixed since the last escape attempt, it is now considered improve and even better than before. Compared to last week, the said Golem now doesn't run from the sight of Mikhael alone.
Cojo, Klaus, and Mrs. Quinn on the other hand are another matter entirely. But still. The said thing at the very least doesn't kill itself when given the chance. About 10% of the time
Like let's say per example, jumping out of the window of the carriage which is more than a hundred feet above the air. Which at the moment is the case.
The other 90% of the time is still being subdued by Mikhael by subtly teaching the Golem on not killing itself. And surprise, the Golem sometimes listen, albeit rarely.
It slowly learnt by interacting with surrounding, and learnt that in some case, being under supervision is bad. And that to kill itself, it needs to not be under supervision.
Seeing its owner not pay any attention to it. The said Golem thought of an idea, it then grabbed the window of the carriage— before then opening it just enough for it to slip pass.
Ready and more than thrilled to jump. It did. But to dismay and sadness of it, the said cloth wearing Golem was levitated back inside the carriage through mystic force. Magic.
[ "Don't kill yourself, pretty thing. Or Mikhael will be very-very saddened." ]
[ RATTLE!!? ]
Hearing the voice of the witch lady, who's flying outside with her broom, costumed in her witchly uniform. The Golem became even more furious, especially because it means it can now not die no matter what.
It glanced outside, at the curly dark haired witch, one who meticulously prepared her hair for the occasion; glitters visible in the dead of night. And it wonders, what for?
The Golem does not understand, to it intelligent lifeforms are weird. They, from the observation of it, spent nothing but hours on reading books, or cleaning, or watch in their weird box contraption— crying, or something.
[ "What a cute doll." ] On the other hand, Quinn merely watched the said thing sulk in the corner. Before then trying to find another way to kill itself. Still, she finds it cute.
Now, her expression was that full of joy. Brighter than the moon even, warmer than the sun, even though it was December. Why exactly is she in a good mood?
We'll, you see, it's Yule— also known as the Winter Solstice, celebrated throughout December 19-23 every year. In the shortest day of the year actually. This being one of the eight Wiccan Sabbat that she participates in.
For years she celebrated it alone, rarely with Klaus who's always busy cleaning dust, shining teacups, and even getting lost in the halls of the Flameboot Manner.
Sure, she does have friends. But at the moment, she very much prefer celebrating it with what she could call, family, or something closest to that.
[ "Klaus, just go right ahead, there'll be a small town right ahead." ] She smiled, brightly, reminding her friend. [ "I believe our young Lord will love what the town of Crackshaw Point will have in store for him." ]
[ "Oh, that town." ] Klaus replied somewhat reminiscent, somewhat trying to clearly remember the town he heard. [ "I believe, that's a town run by Normies. Is it not?" ]
[ "Exactly." ]
[ "What town...?" ] Hearing the commotion happening just right outside the carriage, Mikhael peeked out the window, the air hitting him squarely right in the face.
In his left hand is the Golem which is trying to break free from his hands, wanting to commit self death. Perhaps from fall, perhaps from getting impaled by trees, it doesn't care which way, as long as it dies.
[ "That's a secret, sweetie." ] She winked at him, before then flying right ahead riding her magical broom. Something of which that Mikhael wanted to dissect for months now, to no success of course.
[ "I... hey, Klaus, what's up ahead?" ] In not getting the response he wanted, he turned to the other servant which is riding driver— steering the Ghost Horses which is moving the dark red, black, white colored carriage they're in. The child's curiosity having peeked..
[ "I'm afraid I do not know, child." ] He frowned, before then smiling brightly as he glanced reminiscently in the distance. [ "I hadn't been there since the time hordes of Goblins attacked. What a tons of fun it was!" ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ] Mikhael glanced at the expression of Klaus who's in euphoria, basking in the moonlight, as if blood is raining down on him.
[ "Alright, Klaus, you do you." ] So without wanting to tell the guy he's weird, he instead did the next best thing and gave a thumbs up. Moving on, [ "What a weird bloke." ]
Bored out of his mind, he tried to play with his cat. But the other doesn't seem to want to play, instead curling up on his own, having gotten tired of trying to get rid of the ribbon around his neck. [ "Hey, Cojo, want to play?" ]
Instead of the usual happy meow, he instead received a low purring sound. Low energy plus low purring, it means no, and that he is comfortable to where he is at the moment.
So instead of disturbing his friend further, Mikhael didn't, instead he focused on entertaining himself. But to do that, he would need to restrain the squirming Golem around his palm, [ "Can you stop?" ]
The said Golem looked up at him, without a face, without features. Tilting its head, it seems to ask, "what's up?", or the closest equivalent to that. [ "It's starting to hurt, and to be frank with you... it's annoying." ]
[ RATTLE!! ]
In getting hurt, the said Golem was about to commit self death. But was quickly thrown inside a small box, locked without a shred of hesitation. [ "You don't need air, don't worry." ]
Mikhael grinned at the Golem trying to break free of the box, to no avail. Don't be mistaken, the box is just a normal box, previously was used to hold wrenches, screwdrivers, and even hammers.
But he removed all of that, seeing that the usefulness of the said box in other matters. Other matters include locking the Golem up with ease, some form of punishment for it, or somewhat a tool for learning.
In boredom, he glanced out the window, and could only see nothing but dense trees in the dead of night. Thanks to there being no sun, his eyes doesn't need protection, without protection like goggles, sunglasses, or cloth covering his red orbs, then he'll feel a deep burning sting in his eyes. A curse they call it.
In seeing that there's nothing to do, especially because his phone, something that he worked hard on. Having assembled it through the use of various parts from other phones, is at the moment 0% percent— drained by the constant use of him since the beginning of the journey.
[ "Huh?" ] Noticing the structures up ahead, he peeked his head outside more. Supposedly he was expecting to see a small town, but at the moment, up in the sky, the said town doesn't look small. [ "I thought you said the town was small? This doesn't look like it." ]
[ "I believe it was, young Lord." ]
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[ FUN FACT: The Wiccan Sabbat is also called as the Wheel of the Year, it celebrates the Earth's journey around the Sun. There are eight of such, and these include: Yule (December 19-23), Imbolc (February 1-2), Ostara (March 19-21), Beltane (May 1), Litha (June 20-23), Lughnasadh (August 1-2), Mabon (September 21-23), and finally Samhain (October 31). ]
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