However, he couldn't simply focus on that part. Based on what he knew and what he was told by Jamal, Achilles' plan was a very simple one. It was to restore complete control of Earth to humanity with as little sacrifice as can be achieved. It didn't seem bad, but then again, his methods weren't what Kimsung would call… humane. The man in translucent armor destroyed any creature or mythological item in the world, and he did have to kill a fair lot of people to do it. Naturally, that made him public enemy number one, not to mention gaining an official bounty from the gods themselves for these actions.
In all honesty, Kimsung saw more gain from killing the man right now than letting him live. To him, it didn't matter if he was useful; Achilles was a monster in his eyes. A man who slaughtered any other race other than humans, without a speck of guilt, was not someone he considered human, much less sane. All he had to do was put the man in a headlock and choke him. He looked weak; he could definitely do it, right? Sure, he'd get arrested, but it wasn't going to matter in a few hours.
Keido put a hand on his shoulder, concerned about Kimsung. He knew he must have had some form of PTSD, but Kimsung genuinely looked like he wanted to kill Achilles at that moment. It would completely throw off any plans they had if Kimsung actually attacked Achilles, especially in public like this.
"Kimsung, calm down. Whatever happened in the last reset, it's not worth it. We need him, no matter what you have against him, because here in America, we're completely blind. We don't even know the boss for the First Disaster. Let it go, Ok?"
He speaks quickly, attempting to prevent any issues. Kimsung's fist clenches, then unclenches, before he takes deep breaths. Heidi sighs in relief, and the trio leaves the station, coming out on East 86th and Lexington Avenue. Kimsung takes in a breath of the cold, fresh air. He rubs his eyes, then passes a hand through his hair, before turning to the siblings.
"Look… I'm sorry, but I just can't… I don't want to see that man, especially right now. I don't expect you to understand how much I don't like that man. If he ever becomes a problem to us while we're still here, we're going straight to Chicago for Jamal, no complaints. Alright?"
Keido nods, accepting his choice.
"Sure. Now let's go, I think the Met's just this way."
The group walks slowly to the Metropolitan and reaches Central Park before not too long. They looked around one last time, at the decently peaceful view of people passing by, most of them walking leisurely or in a hurried manner. They could try to warn them, but that never ended well, no matter what universe. After a while, they entered the museum, going through security and simply wandering the halls. The time was now 4:45 pm in the U.S.A, and the sun was falling in the west, a golden glow shining upon the city as it entered the evening. The group sat on a bench in the armor gallery, all of them tense, nervous, and antsy as the minutes passed.
In another part of the world, a 22-year old half Russian, half-Siberian woman walked through the woods of the Western Siberian Plain. She has light blond hair, her skin almost pale with cool grey eyes, holding a hunting rifle. She was accompanied by her father, a man with light brown hair and a light beard, with a similar skin tone and eye color to his daughter. Both of them were dressed and prepared for late-season hunting in the area, since it was a sort of tradition for the father-daughter duo to go hunting before college
At the same time, in Cornwall, Britain, a different man, with golden blond hair (Because of course the UK character needs to have blonde hair), fair skin, and light brown eyes, is sitting on a bus. He's wearing a brown leather jacket, navy jeans, and brown Jode Roww shoes, with a history book on Meso-American history in-hand. He was currently traveling with his mother for her birthday. Like Arthur, his mother was a history nerd and especially proud of the U.K.'s history, and this time they'd spend it in Cornwall.
Back in the United States, in a nice home located in the Woodlawn neighborhood (Chicago, Illinois), is a 19-year old African-American man with dark brown hair locs tied in a ponytail, dark skin, dark brown eyes, and a smile on his face. The reason for his smile was that he was currently sitting in bed, with his computer, and watching anime. His room was orderly, with a desk beside the bed, and at the foot of the bed was a sheathed katana he bought simply because he hated the idea of using a gun.
In Wuhan (Hubei, China), near the Yangtze river, a 23-year old Chinese woman walked through the Hankou Jiangtan leisurely, enjoying the nice sunny weather in a white long sleeve, black pants, and black half-inch heels. She had fair skin, shoulder-length black hair, and warm brown eyes (Brown eyes are super common, no matter what you say).
In the Dominican Republic, an 18-year-old Dominican man walked back home from the beach. It'd be his last day there before he had to start packing so he could fly to the States for college. He had tanned skin, wavy dark brown hair, and brown eyes, wearing a white tee and shorts.
In Paris, France, near the Eiffel Tower, a French man with golden hair, blue eyes, and caucasian skin was smiling, standing with some friends to pose for a picture. He was dressed in a light brown sweater, jeans, and some black Ronverse.
Finally, in Washington Heights (New York City, New York), Achilles was walking home. He glanced at the sunset and walked home faster. The time was 5:09 pm, twenty-one minutes left.