Chapter 2 - 2 Class Cards (1/2)
After screaming several obscenities that would make even a sailor blush, the twenty year old made his way to the roof of the abandoned apartment building.
The height of the building was several times larger than any of the surrounding concrete apartment complexes, and had a great vantage point over the surrounding Gotham City.
Sitting down on the edge of the dilapidated concrete, the young man let his legs sway loosely in the evening wind, the cool night air creeping up his skin yet he showed no outward sign of this.
Reaching into his brėȧst pocket, a familiar looking wallet and phone were found inside. And he let out a grateful sigh at the sight of his ID and device.
”Thank God you didn't lose this Graham. Otherwise trying to get by would be a little bit trickier than normal.....”.
Graham, or Gray for short, was one of the few things that the Class Cards didn't overwrite when they engraved themselves into his psyche. Despite the Class Cards granting a user the ability to let a Heroic Spirit dwell within their body, the toll 13 of them had on Gray was much larger than just the one that previous Class Card users were used to.
Some of the Heroic Spirits living inside these Class Cards lived well beyond a mortal lifespan. Whether that be from sort of curse, blessing or pseudo-immortal body only Gray himself knew.
These Heroes of Myth had their memories and abilities given to Graham. Right now they were separate entities whose memories and abilities had been shared, but something inside of him felt as though the fourteen souls dwelling within his body would become one, and their collective powers would compile within Graham's body.
He showed a smile. It thought it was uncommon for him to show a smile in such a situation, but he knew the longer he lived the more reassured he would be about his safety. He would be able to call upon the Class Cards power for now, and use it for himself when they had completely integrated with him later....
”I have a rough idea of each of the Heroic Spirit in each Class Card. Most of them are overkill but Rider and Lancer aren't to bad.... even Gunner is relatively normal except for his Noble Phantasm”.
He stood up and felt a freezing gust of wind brush up against his skin. The cold sensation normally would've sent shivers up his spine but Gray just stood tall and unbending.
The wind carried his words off to a far unknown place. The meaning lost on anyone but him.
”Install.... Rider.....”.
A faint flash of light bloomed on the tall abandoned apartment complex and Gray's figure vanished for a second before reappearing with different clothing. The word armor would be more appropriate.
Silver pauldrons and silver greaves were tightened around his shoulders and shins respectively. Silver wrist-guards and a silver ċhėst plate caused Gray's body to buckle slightly, but relax under his newfound strength.
All of his silver armor were engraved with runes and symbols from ancient Greece. Very few people from the mortal world could understand such ancient and profound lettering, the Mysteries hidden behind the armor would cause countless countries to go to war over.
A single red sash fluttered in the Gotham wind. A single tipped spear came into being with a crackle of electric green lightning. Faint scorch marks were evident on the roof of the apartment block, proof of the lightning shaped power this Heroic Spirit once possessed.
”.....The Hero of the Trojan War.... The almost invincible.... Achilles....”.