Liam and Blade: The Guardian Angel (RP)

This is a Private Roleplay between Alexneushoorn and Sonicsilva1. It is Non-Canon.

Story
It's the year 2039, three years after the death of Sally Acorn. Blade Eastwood fell into depression after her death and three years later, his younger brother Liam was left to care for him because their parents didn't have any more money to care for them. Liam is struggling to take care of Blade because of money trouble and Blade's addictions. Liam also has to deal with school and work a job to generate enough income for him and Blade to live off. Liam then meets an Angelhog named Melvin who helps him and Blade with their lives. Will Melvin succeed in his task? Wait and see.

Characters
Liam Monteiro/Alexneushoorn

Blade Eastwood (Alternate Version)/Alexneushoorn

Melvin the Angelhog/Sonicsilva1

RP
Liam: Blade, time to wake up.

Blade: *groans* Coming...

Blade got out of bed and put on his clothes. Due to his depression, he has eaten a lot and became obese (250 lbs). He slowly made his way downstairs, where Liam was waiting for him.

Liam: Hey, Blade...

Blade: Hey, Liam...

Liam: Breakfast is on the table...If you need anything, call the neighbours...

Blade: Alright, thanks...Good luck at school...

Liam: Thank you...

Liam grabbed his backpack and left the house. After school, Liam always had to work at a local diner as a waiter so that he and Blade could take care of themselves. They had to move out of their parents' house because they didn't have any more money to care for them. Liam and Blade's mother Zooey bought them a house to live in, which was the house they currently lived in.

Meanwhile, in Heaven...

A hedgehog, or in this case an Angelhog, was looking over Liam and Blade, looking at Blade when Liam left for school. "Hmm...seems they're not doing so well. Perhaps I need to jump in and help out as well. But I'm going to need him to call me for that, I unfortunately cannot go down uninvited..."

With Blade...

After eating breakfast, Blade went to the fridge to get a few bottles of beer. Once he had gotten those, he sat down in his chair in the living room to play Grand Theft Knuckles Online on his ShayStation 10. He booted up the game and began to play.

Blade: *sigh* One day I'm going to find Sonic and kill him for betraying Sally and leaving her for dead...

He then drank some of his beer.

Back in Heaven...

God was looking down at Blade and looked over at Liam who was at school. Liam was in class, doing his work. A tear rolled down his cheek as he worked.

God: Hmmm...Both those guys need help...I'm sending Melvin down there. Melvin!

He stumbled a little bit and flew over to God. "Y-yes sir! I saw it myself and I'm willing to go and help them out."

God: Okay. Here's a leather jacket to cover up your wings if neccessary.

God gave Melvin a leather jacket.

God: Now go and help them out!

He puts it on and nods. "Yes sir!" He makes his way back to the location and falls through the clouds to appear in a quick shine of light near a window of Liam's classroom. It vanished quickly, showing Melvin's body. He stretched a bit, the leather jacket on. "Right..." He said, wiping the jacket for a moment.

Liam's teacher saw Melvin.

Teacher: Who is that?

Liam looked at Melvin.

Liam: Beats me...

The other students looked just as confused as Liam did.

Melvin went inside the school and into the office. "Excuse me, I'm here to see Liam Eastwood. Is he available?"

Receptionist: Liam Eastwood? We don't have a student named that, but we do have a student named Liam Monteiro. I think you're referring to him. He's currently in class, but I'll ask him to come here.

The receptionist spoke over the intercom.

Receptionist: Will Liam Monteiro please come to the office?

Liam: I wonder what they want...

Liam grabbed his stuff and went to the office.

Liam: Hey, you're that guy I just saw outside.

"Yes." Melvin nods and rubs the back of his head. "I know you have a brother in need, who I accidentally mistaken your last name to. Which I heavily apologize for. Please, come with me for a moment." He motions Liam to come outside the front of the school, only for a moment.

Liam followed Melvin.

Afterwards, Melvin cleared a bit of his throat. "I was called to assist you and your brother's lives by nobody but God himself. Do you believe me when I say this?"

Liam shook his head.

Liam: Not at all.

"Hmmm...will this help?" He took off a bit of his jacket, to reveal the angel wings, which flapped like it was waving. "How about now?"

Liam's jaw dropped and he fainted.

He blinks a few times and puts the jacket back on. "They do that everytime and it worries me..." He mumbled a bit and picked Liam up calmly. "Now...if I remember correctly his house is...over there." He walked to the house from the school.

Blade was still busy playing GTK Online. He was currently arguing with another player.

Blade: Shut up, your GooTube username Is Cottage Cheese :3, and you're telling people not to bully while you're a bully yourself, so you're a f**king hypocrite!

"Cottage Cheese :3": But I'm a girl!

Blade: That's no excuse, you're still a f**king hypocrite!

"Cottage Cheese :3": SHUT UP!!!

Blade: You're just mad because I owned you!

"Cottage Cheese :3": I SAID SHUT UP, MOTHERF**KER!

Blade: Aaaaand muting.

Blade then muted the player.

Blade: What a b****h.

Another Player: I agree, she's a b****h.

A knock came to Blade's door.

Blade: There's someone at the door, hold down the fort.

Blade took off his headset, put down his controller and walked to the door. He opened it and saw Melvin with Liam.

Blade: WHAT THE FLYING F**K DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?!

"He fainted after seeing these." The wings Melvin had took the jacket off. "Of course, most people do."

Blade: What the hell?! You're an Angelhog?!

"Of course. God has told me about you and Liam's struggles. I am here to help." He kept Liam held. "Oh, and may I come inside?"

Blade: Sure...

He let Melvin in and closed the door. He then walked back to the tv and put on his headset.

Blade: I gtg, I have visitors...

Another Player: Okay.

Blade then shut the game, ShayStation and tv off and sat down with Melvin.

Blade: So, what's your name...?

"Melvin. Your Guardian Angel, at your service." He bowed a little bit, after placing Liam on the couch. Melvin had stayed standing.

(I'm a little sad right now, because I learned Adam West died yesterday...)

Blade: Alright...So you said The Lord told you about our struggles...?

(Yup. Rip Adam West..)

"Yes." He nods. "I am here to help in any way I can."

Blade: Okay...Let's wait 'til Liam wakes up first...

"Agreed." Melvin replies as he goes to the fridge, seeing the beer. "Well, first thing first, cut off the alcohol."

Blade: Why would I do that...? It makes me feel better when I'm angry or sad...

"It is an anti-depressant for your brain, sure, but it damages your organs." Melvin points out. "Nobody wants that. I suggest proper ways of gaining happiness by means of exercise. Despite that, but you also need to lose a bit of weight as well."

(Apologies, I was getting ready for work. I have to leave for right now. Ciao.) (Bye.)

Blade: *sigh* Fine, I'll ditch the beer...

Liam woke up.

Liam: Ugh...How did I get home...?

Blade: This weird Angelhog dude brought you here...His name is Melvin...

Liam looked at Melvin.

Liam: So he's real...

Blade: Yes, and he's here to help us get our lives back on track...

Melvin made the beer vanish with a flick of his wrist. "There, that'll clean up the fridge." He turned to them, seeing Liam. "Ah, you're awake. Good. I need all the assistance I can. He made a rather comfy armchair appear in front of him and he sits in it, crossing one leg over the other.

"One thing I need to mention, Blade." Melvin continues. "It's rather fortunate that you ditch the alcohol, mainly because...well...The Lord doesn't wish to see you this early. Get what I'm saying there?"

Blade: Yeah, he doesn't want me to die young...

"Exactly. He doesn't want anyone to do that. Not even me." Melvin's wings were folded as he spoke. "Listen...I've guarded many people in my times..The Lord is very forgiving, especially to me. He knows I work hard to get people to be happier and more confident in themselves, and he's also forgiving to those I tried protecting. He's not mad. He's hardly ever mad at us and at other people. But it makes me quite sad to hear that I didn't do my best with them, but I'm still happy that God himself is working hard to get everyone else happy in heaven. I would like to do my very best to help you both out, but I'm also going to need your help. I need you both to not only cooperate with me, but also with The Lord, and yourself. Do you understand?"

Liam and Blade nodded.

Liam: We'll do our best.

Blade: Yes, we will...

"Good!" Melvin clapped his hands together. "Let's get started then. Firstly, lets lose some of that weight, Blade. To give you more energy and confidence." With that being said, and entirely new room was created, expanding the house. This room was like their own personal gym. "You got everything you need in here. I'll make sure you'll start slowly, by taking baby steps."

(Sorry if I'm not responding frequently. My internet's got a bit of lag. Also, why aren't you responding frequently?)

(Just a few distractions. That's my bad. Also, it's fine that you're not responding very frequently, I can understand that.)

(Okay.)

Liam: Alright. I have to go back to school now. Blade, I'll be back tonight after I've worked my shift at the diner.

Blade nodded.

Blade: Melvin's here to look after me, so it shouldn't be much of a problem.

Liam nodded and grabbed his backpack. He then returned to school.

Blade turned to Melvin.

Blade: So, what's first?

"Well, the first thing, is experiment in this room." He motioned to it. "Find out what you think is easier for you to work out on, and work up from there. Do not strain yourself while doing this. I'll also make sure that you have enough faith to get you through this."

(Gonna shower. I'll B Back soon.) (Okay) (I'm back!)

Blade: Alright. I'm gonna start with the treadmill then.

Blade got onto the treadmill and turned it on. He then began to walk on it.

Melvin watched, not forcing him to go faster. "Please, take your time on that. You have plenty of time." He flew to the kitchen and brought some water bottles. "Drink these if you ever get tired. Remember, don't strain yourself. 30 minutes on that, plus 10 minute breaks."

Blade nodded as he continue walking. About 30 minutes later, he stopped the treadmill and got off. He then grabbed a water bottle and drank from it.

Blade: Phew...That was quite the workout...I haven't worked out in...I think 3 years or something...

Melvin nods. "Exactly. Once you get your body moving, you should feel a bit less tired and groggy all the time. You're doing great. Now, how about we lift some weights?"

Blade nodded and grabbed two 1 kg dumbbells. He began lifting them.

Of course, Melvin was thinking that he can do more, but he did say whatever was comfortable. He smiles and watches him.

Blade continued to lift the weights until he was tired. Once he was tired, he put down the weights.

Blade: Ugh...This is tiring...

"It's not easy, I will tell you that for sure." Melvin says. "How about a hearty meal for the recovering Mobian?"

Blade: Sure, I'd love to...

He smiles and nods. "Right then, follow me!" He flies to the kitchen rather quickly.

Blade followed very slowily because of his obesity. He sat down at the table.

Blade: So, whatcha have in mind?

"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I plan on making something light, yet filling," Melvin says, sitting on the table instead of on a chair for a moment. "How about a plate of noodles, tomato soup and baked beans?"

Blade: Sure...I could use some variety in my eating pattern, because for the past 3 years, I've mostly been eating pizza and other junk food. Every 2 weeks, I'd visit JetDonalds on Saturday, where I would order 2 number 9s, a number 9 large, 1 number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, 2 number 45s, one with cheese and a large soda. It tastes so good, even though Liam never approved of it...

"Unfortunately, you're not eating anywhere. Not Cluckerbell, not Burger Queen, not even Dairy King." Melvin says. "Those are infected with unhealthy chemicals, it made you into this." He poked Blade's stomach for a moment. "That's why we're burning off all of those 3 years worth of fattening foods." He leaned back and a bit and sighed. "I'm just glad I didn't pick the wrong house like a fool when I got here."

Blade: *sigh* Fine, let's go for it then...Get me those noodles, tomato soup and baked beans...

"Right then!" He waved his arms a little bit and the table poofs to life, with fresh Ramen noodles appearing with a bowl of non-dry baked beans, and a warm bowl of tomato soup. "I used to be a cook before I became a Guardian Angel. I'll always make you more healthy yet delicious foods anytime."

Blade nodded.

Blade: Alright, if I need anything to eat, I'll let you know.

Blade then proceeded to eat his food.

Blade: This stuff tastes nice. I guess you could say it's 'heavenly'. (Such a cheesy pun. XD)

Melvin rolled his eyes with a smirk and chuckled. "I've heard that many times and it's still funny." He says, shaking his head a bit. "Anyway, you enjoy your break. But remember, we must get you back to work before Liam gets home from school. I'll provide him a ride."

Blade: Liam also has to work after school, but I'll keep training nonetheless. I think he'd appreciate it if he got a ride to his work.

"I will do as such." Melvin nods. "Take your time on your meal, do not inhale it."

(I visit the gym two times a week, where I train my muscles and work on my sixpack. It isn't coming along very well, because I basically eat too much at home, and I also occasionally order two cheese soufflés at work too. XD)

Blade nodded and ate his food slowly.

(I never step foot in a gym unless I was told to. That explains why I can hardly lift anything over 30 pounds x3x)

"Enjoy the taste." Melvin says before flying over to the couch to take a quick nap.

(Also, apologies that I was late. I was getting ready for work in which I have to leave for in about 40 minutes. Luckily, I won't have anymore work over the weekdays so I should be around.)

(A'ight. I  do have to work over the weekdays, so I'll be taking my leave and I might see you tomorrow. Catch you later, Silva.)

Meanwhile, with Liam...

Liam was having lunch with his friends. One was a female bat named Sue Dalton, who was also Liam's love interest, a male duck named Buford Truman, and a male badger named Rick Black.

Liam: Melvin was appointed by a government program to be our helper until Blade's on his feet.

Sue: Sounds great. I mean, a few weeks ago, I saw Blade begging for drug money. It's good you guys finally have someone to help you with life.

Buford: I know. Blade's been a train wreck ever since what happened 3 years ago. Sorry for reminding you, by the way.

Liam: It's fine, Buford, as long as you don't do it in Blade's prescence, because he will lose his mind if you do.

Rick: Yeah, I'm a little afraid of Blade since last Halloween. He wanted to play GTK Online all night, but kept getting interrupted by Trick-Or-Treaters. At a certain point, he even tried killing the Trick-Or-Treaters with a gun.

Liam: Yep. He spent a week in jail for that. He was sentenced to 3 months of community service at a local daycare and was also given a 3 months probation. But he's been trying not to scare kids with his guns ever since.

Rick: That's a relief...

Liam, Sue and Buford nodded and the four of them continued eating.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Melvin was looking at the various video games Blade has been playing. "GTK Online...? I've heard about this game and it's...rather dangerous environments. But, if it occupies you, you're more than welcome to play it. Though, I'll let you know when you've been on it for too long."

Blade nodded as he continued eating.

Blade: I basically play it every day, and I like it. The only thing I hate is when other players kill me or when they start talking trash on the headset.

"Hmm...interesting..." Melvin put on the headset for a moment. "It's not very comfortable..."

Blade: Once you've had it on your head for a while, you'll get used to it.

Blade then turned on the radio and started listening music. I Just Called To Say I Love You by Stevie Wonder was on the radio.

Blade: This is one of my favorite songs. My maternal grandparents loved listening to this kind of music when they were young. My mom likes it as well, and so do I. I have a great taste in music.

Melvin took the headset off and listened as well. "You are right, it does sound very nice." He gets up from the couch and stretches, his wings spreading out as well. Some of his feathers fell on the couch. "I hope you don't mind feathers all over the place, do you?" He chuckled a bit.

Blade: I'll clean that up later.

Blade then finished his meal.

Blade: I'll let that digest for a bit and then continue training.

Melvin nods. "I'll clear the table for you. You may have about an hour on the game."

Blade nodded and went over to the tv, turned on the ShayStation, then booted up GTK Online. He put on his headset and began playing.

Meanwhile, Liam was back in class, doing his work.

Liam: *thinking* I wonder how Melvin and Blade are doing...

(I'm going to bed now. Try to give me a heads up next time you prepare for whatever you're doing.)

(Sorry. I'll try.)

(Okay.)

Blade was still playing GTK Online. He was busy blowing up vehicles with Sticky Bombs.

Player: I WILL FIND OUT WHERE YOU LIVE AND *mutilation threat*!

Blade: Yeah, right.

After about an hour, a timer appeared on the screen. Melvin also appeared. "Alright Blade. I hope you're ready for some intense running." He joked the 'intense' part.

Blade: Alright... *to his online friends* Gotta go, my mentor told me I have to leave.

Friend: Okay, good luck, Blade!

Blade shut off the game, ShayStation and tv and went back to the gym, where he continued to run on the treadmill.

Melvin continued to watch him. "If you want to, you can step it up. Don't step up too much as you might strain yourself."

Blade: Alright, I'll give it a try.

Blade made the treadmill go faster and continued running.

He floated there, crossing his legs like he was sitting on air. "I'd be impressed if you can do four laps on this treadmill at that speed. If you can, I'll reward you with Cluckerbell."

Blade: Oh, boy! I love Cluckin' Bell!

Blade tried his best to run four laps at that speed. Eventually, he managed to run four laps at the speed Melvin was talking about. He turned off the treadmill and got off.

Blade: *pant* *pant* *pant* Phew...There, I did it...

"I am very impressed with you, Blade," Melvin floated down to him and stood. He helped him up. "I also messed up the name, which I apologize for. Anyway, let me go order what you want." Melvin got out a list. "Let's see...you want two number 9's, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, and two number 45's one with cheese and a large soda?"

(How did you know I was gonna type that? Can you read my mind? XD)

Blade: Yeah, I do. I got a car in the driveway which we can use to get to Cluckin' Bell. Can you drive?

"I can do that." Melvin says as he flies outside, but goes on his feet and covers his wings with his leather jacket. "Come on then."

(I just know what Big Smoke's Order is >w>)

(Okay. XD)

Blade nodded as he walked out the door, locked it, and got into the front passenger seat of the car.

Blade: Here's the car keys.

Blade gave Melvin the car keys.

"Great. Let's get started." He turned the knob on the ignition, turning on the car. "Alright, seatbelts on, reverse gear on, let's head out." He carefully goes in reverse and then hits it into drive.

As he drove, which was quite amazingly well, he looked down at the transmission to his right. "Say...you mind if I turn this car into a stick-shift?"

Blade: What's a stick-shift?

"Ah, right, you're a Millenial in this period." Melvin says as the car around them turned into a 1969 Ford Mustang at an empty lot. "A stick-shift was the transmission for the times WAY before you were born. You had an extra pedal here, called the Clutch. This was used to shift to a higher gear. You can see here that there are 5 gears on this vehicle. To shift to another gear, you put your left foot on the clutch pedal, always, and press on it, and shift to the second gear. See what I mean? It gives you a more sense of freedom, especially hearing the roar of the mustang."

(Pretty much the car that a lot people still use today. Then again, this RP does take place in the future, so...)

Blade: Looks pretty impressive. The people are gonna be so impressed with my antique car. Now let's get to Cluckin' Bell!

"Indeed!" He shifts it into gear and speeds off back into the road, shifting to the higher gear occasionally to go up to the regular speed limit. The roar of the car was quite impressive, like it had a massive engine.

Blade was really impressed with the antique car transmission. He liked it a lot, and wanted to try it out for himself once he had lost some weight.

"You'll love it once I teach you how to do this. We'll go on an empty straight track so you can test out the speed of this monster." Melvin said as he stopped normally on a red light. Suddenly, an old Chevy Corvette pulled up beside them, reving the engine. Melvin rolled his eyes at this. "Great...we got some challengers..."

Blade: They're gonna taste our dust. Let's do this!

Blade looked at the driver of the Corvette with a provoking look on his face.

The driver seemed to look like a rhino, and he was the only one driving. He smirked and looked up at the red light. Melvin gripped the wheel with his left, and kept his right hand on the transmission. "Very dangerous, but I have a plan." He reved the engine too.

Blade nodded and looked up at the red light too.

Melvin looked nervous, and looked at the light. It turned green, and both cars went speeding forward.

Blade: Woooooohooooo!

Melvin was already ahead of the rhino, who was trying to get ahead due to traffic. Then, Melvin turned into Cluckin' Bell, as the rhino went by. "Now, he thinks he won. But watch." He snapped his fingers and suddenly, the rhino lost control of his car and spun off the road, totalling the car. "Heheh. Sinners aren't winners."

Blade: Yup. Let's go to the Drive-Thru!

(What were you doing over there?) (Got distracted by youtube)

He pulled up to the drive-thru. A female voice went through the intercom. "May I take your order please?" She asked nicely. Melvin turned to Blade. "Alright Blade, hit it with the order."

Blade: I'll have 2 number 9s, 1 number 9 large, 1 number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, 2 number 45s, one with cheese and a large soda.

"Alright, anything else?" The female on the intercom stated. Melvin says, "No, that's about it, thank you." The females says the total and Melvin drives to the 2nd door to grab the food and pay.

Melvin and Blade eventually returned back to the house with the food on the table and the drinks as well. "Enjoy Blade. You earned it," Melvin says and smiles.

Blade smiled back and began stuffing himself with the food.

Blade: I love this stuff so much...

(Going to bed now. Bye, Silva!) (Later)

"Well, let me have some too, I payed for it," Melvin chuckled and lightly took some of the food.

Blade nodded as he continued eating. Eventually, he finished his food.

Blade: Aaah, that's good...Now I'm gonna take a nap in the chair.

Blade got up and walked over to the living room, sits down in his chair and falls asleep.

Melvin chuckled at that as he was done with his food. "I find that highly uncomfortable. How does he do it?" He stretched his wings out as his body stretched and yawned. "Well, now that he mentions it a nap doesn't hurt...but I can't sleep unfortuantely. I have to make sure nothing happens to him and Liam. I wonder how he's doing now..."

Meanwhile, Liam was in P.E. at school, where he was being bullied by a brawny male albatross named Calvin Higgins. They were playing dodgeball, and Calvin's team was constantly tossing dodgeballs into the faces of Liam and his friends, even when they were on the ground.

Liam: Oof...I hate being wimpy...

Sue: Me too...It's not fair we have to play dodgeball against the sixth graders...

Buford: They're always stronger than us...

Rick: I wish we were stronger...

Calvin: Hey, Monteiro! How's your fat sack of a brother doing?! Is he still mourning his dead hero? *laughs*

Those words hurt Liam a lot on the inside. They knew about Blade's depression and exploited it to bully him.

Coach Dawson: Higgins, cut it with the insults! And stop throwing dodgeballs at the opposing team while they're down! It's against the rules!

Calvin: Yes, coach...

Liam and his friends got up as they grabbed some dodgeballs and threw them. Unfortunately, they missed.

Calvin: You missed, Monteiro! Prepare to get crushed!

Calvin then grabbed a dodgeball and threw it so hard at Liam that he was knocked out.

Liam: X.X

Coach: Time out!

Everyone ran over to Liam to see if he was okay.

Coach: Monteiro, you okay?!

Liam was unconscious, but he was breathing.

Coach: Take him to the nurses, quick!

Liam was quickly escorted to the nurses.

Melvin was slightly concerned. "Though, he should be home right about now...I need to find my way to the school again." He got his coat back on and drove in the Mustang to the school.

Liam was at the nurses, where he was still unconscious. The nurses kept watch as they were waiting for Liam to wake up. Meanwhile, Calvin was at the principal's office, getting scolded by a very angry principal.

The Mustang was parked at the visitor's parking lot (if there is one) and he went to the office. He took a seat to wait.

Receptionist: Hey there, are you waiting for Liam Monteiro again? If you are, he's currently at the nurses, he was knocked unconscious during a game of dodgeball in P.E..

"Sheesh..." Melvin rubbed his head for a moment. "Must've been intense. But, yes, I'm waiting for him. I'll be here until he has recovered"

(Apologies for the wait. Distractions everywhere) (Alright.)

About 30 minutes later, Liam walked into the office.

Liam: Hey, Melvin...How's it going...?

"I'm not worried about myself," Melvin said. "I'm more worried about you."

Liam: Yeah, I was knocked out by this really big bully named Calvin Higgins. Me and my friends are constantly bullied by him and his gang, and I don't know what to do...

"Hmm...Have you tried standing up to yourself?" Melvin asked.

Liam: I have, but I'm too wimpy...I mean, Calvin is a tall and brawny albatross, while I'm a small and wimpy fox. He's a sixth grader, and I'm a 5th grader. (Liam's 11 in this RP, I don't know which grade you take at his age.) It's just useless...

(That's about 5th grade)

"Well, if you put it like that, you won't get anywhere." Melvin says. "If you think of every individual as equal, then you'll have a chance."

(Okay.)

Liam nodded.

Liam: First, let's go home. I gotta shower and then get dressed to go to work.

"Agreed. Blade is asleep." Melvin got up and directed Liam to the new Mustang car.

Liam: Hey, what happened to Blade's car?

"I turned it into this." Melvin says.

(What took you so long?)

Liam nodded and got in.

(Like I said, I'm very distracted and I apologize for that. Just a bit stressed about tomorrow since I start work again for the week)

Melvin drove off with Liam in the passenger seat. "Blade is doing a lot better. Of course his body isn't showing much improvement either, but behavior-wise and emotional-wise, he's doing much better."

(It's okay.)

Liam: That's great. I mean, a year ago, he was emotionally broken, because his friend Baby Krabs died in prison a year ago. He was sentenced to death after a fight with his old friend Sonic the Hedgehog. I went to visit him together with Blade, because he and Baby Krabs had this father-son relationship. I still recall the final words that Baby Krabs said to Blade: "Blade, my life is over, but yours has just begun. Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done. Walk away from trouble if you can. Now, it won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek. I know you're old enough to understand: Son, you don't have to fight to be a man."

(In case you're wondering, what I just quoted was the chorus of the country song Coward of the County, it's a song by Kenny Rogers.)

(Ah, that's sweet.)

"Poor Blade's been through a lot the previous years from what I have seen," Melvin says, scratching his head. "His obesity and depression was all I needed to take in. I also remember helping someone else out. I do believe his name was...Hmm...it begins with an A, it's on the tip of my tongue..."

Liam: You mean Asonja Masenko? Blade and I once met him when we traveled back in time in what was a spoof of Back to the Future. It was a really cool adventure.

"Ah, yes!" Melvin snapped his fingers. "That was him. I remember being with him. He was much more suicidal and stubborn than anyone that I have met. Every exercise he would do, there would be some form of improvement, but then he'd go right back to where he was before like he was faking it the whole time. I can see why everyone hated him during my period of help...he was nothing but a rude trashbag." He scratched his head for a moment. "I have no idea where he is now, in all honesty."

Liam: I think that if he's alive, he should be around the age of 40 now. I remember him being together with a girl named Emma Capulet in high school, and it might be possible they're married and have kids.

"I wouldn't be surprised that he'd still be the same and is probably regretting that he didn't listen in his teen ages," Melvin theorized as well. "But, I wouldn't know for sure. Only God knows at this point. I felt kind of sorry for him."

Liam: Me too. I just hope that he's happy now...

"Only one way to know for sure is to check up on him. But I would hate to do that at a time like this, it's too late," Melvin replies. "Perhaps we'll know just by assuming, and just assume the positive."

Liam nods. They then got home. Liam got out of the car and unlocked the door. He went upstairs to shower.

Melvin made sure the car was locked and went inside too, taking off his leather jacket to stretch out his wings. "Phew...long day today has been," he says.

Meanwhile, Blade was still sleeping in his chair, although he was having a nightmare.

Blade: No, my queen...No...No...NO! DON'T DIE ON ME! PLEASE!

Blade then woke up, screaming.

Blade: AAAAAAH!

(I'm gonna shower soon, and then at 20:30 PM, I'm gonna be watching Holland's Got Talent until about 22:30. I'll be back then, and if I don't see you again, I'll see you tomorrow.)

(Okay. I have to get ready for work soon.)

Melvin was right there, quite surprised. "Oh my." He states. "Nightmares on the distressed. Are you alright?"

Blade: I had a nightmare about watching my heroine die in front of me...

(Oh hey I'm right here! I have to go though after a few edits)

"Oh dear..." Melvin scratches his head. "If you don't mind me asking...who died, when, and why...?"

Blade: My heroine, Sally Acorn...She was the previous ruler of the Kingdom of Acorn, she died three years ago, and the current ruler, Ken Khan refused to make her cause of death public, so I don't know why she died...But Sally's death is the reason I became depressed and obese...It's also how I met my friend Baby Krabs, but he was sentenced to death after a fight with his ex-friend Sonic the Hedgehog...I barely leave the house and I have no friends besides on SSN (ShayStation Network)...

"I see..." Melvin rubs his cheek, taking all of the information in. "But, that's why I'm here. And Liam."

Blade nodded.

Blade: True...So, what's next on our schedule?

"For now this is just break. We'll be starting again tomorrow." Melvin sits down.

Blade nodded.

Blade: Last Halloween, I got arrested for trying to kill Trick-Or-Treaters. At first, I was rude at them and slammed the door in their face. When two kids came at the door and said "Trick or Treat!", I was like: "Oh, you want candy? Well, here you go, here's some chocolate, you little f**kers", and then I defacated in their bag. And one of the kids said: "Ewww, that's not chocolate, that's poop." And I was like: "It's not chocolate, nor is it poop, it's s**t!" And I slammed the door in their face so I could play GTK Online in peace.

"Sheesh..." Melvin scratched his head. "That's a bit excessive."

Blade: I know. I was later arrested by a cop off duty. I spent a week in jail and was sentenced to 3 months of community service at a local daycare and I was given a 3 months probation. I don't terrorize kids anymore ever since.

"That's good...at least you're recovering into a better person, " Melvin says. "Sally wouldn't have been happy if she found out you have been living like this for 3 years...that's why I'm here to help you adjust. As well with Liam. Liam and I won't be around forever to help you out."

(Did you go off to work without telling me?)

Blade nodded.

Blade: Wherever she is right now, she must be fine...As for Sonic and his family, I don't even know what to do with them...I still hate Sonic for leaving Sally for dead...

(No, I actually had a day off but my computer wasn't working right so I left that to my dad to help fix. Then I got stressed and took a nap, which pretty much took the same amount of time I went working. So,sorry...)

"Again, that's in the past," Melvin shook his head a little bit. "We can't fix anything now except for yourself. That's all we need to work on."

(Oh, okay.)

Blade nodded again.

Blade: I guess that's for the best...Well, I'm out of ideas on what to do today, so I'll be heading upstairs to sleep...

Blade walked upstairs to sleep.

"That'll be best. A good night's sleep is always a good option," Melvin says, patting his back. "Have a good night now. Do not forget to pray to The Lord for a better recovery."

Blade: Sure, whatever...

When Blade got to his room, he took off his clothes, prayed and went to sleep. Liam had gotten out of the shower and had put on his uniform. He went downstairs.

Liam: So Blade's asleep? Okay. You keep watch of the house, I'll be back around 9 PM.

"Sheesh, you're constantly working?" Melvin asked.

Liam: Yeah, after school, I have to work until 9 PM on weekdays. Only in the weekends I have free time. Due to Blade's depression and addictions, we're in financial jeopardy, and he blows most of our income on junk food, drugs and booze.

"You mean he spends more than you make?" Melvin asks. "Sheesh...guess I'll have to remind him of that later. Anyway, have a good day at work."

Liam: Thanks. See you tonight.

Liam then left for work.

He nods and waves to him. After Liam left he sat on the sofa and laid there. "Phew...another day of success, I believe. I could get some shut eye." He stretched, yawned, and went to sleep.

God looked down at Melvin, Liam and Blade and smiled.

God: I'm glad Blade is already improving on his first day. Melvin has guarded worse people, so I'm impressed.

The next morning, both Liam and Blade woke up. Blade sat at the breakfast table waiting for Liam and Melvin to give him breakfast.

Melvin got up quickly, and saw Blade. "Oh! Up already?" Melvin gets up and gets coffee started for the three. "How was your sleep Blade?"

Blade: It was fine. I also had a dream about Sally Acorn last night. She came to me in my dream and told me that everything was gonna be fine, and that I'd one day find a new hero or two.

(I'm gonna take a shower, I'll be back ASAP.) (kk)

"That was sweet!" Melvin smiled a bit. "See, she does care and give you info on a daily basis." He pours him and Liam a cup of coffee. "That shows you how much she cares about you."

Liam nodded in agreement.

Liam: I guess that whether she's in heaven or hell, she's looking down on you, and thinking: "I still have someone who likes me". And therefore she's guiding you in your dreams.

Blade nodded.

Blade: Alright.

Liam and Blade then drank their coffee.

Melvin took a sip but he seemed rather disgusted for a moment. He spawned some cream from heaven and put it in the coffee, poofed the empty cream away and drank. He sighed in relief. "Nothing like cream from heaven to make a cup of coffee taste like heaven!" He says and chuckles.

Liam and Blade looked awkwardly at Melvin and chuckled too. They then had their breakfast. After breakfast, Liam got up and grabbed his backpack.

Liam: Well, I'll be off to school. I'll see you guys around 3 o'clock.

"Have a good day at school! Just call for me if you ever need help," Melvin says and waves.

Liam smiled and left for school.

Blade: So, what's on the schedule for today?

"Well, I was thinking of lifting some weights and running another mile." Melvin thought. "How about lifting 20 pounds on a press?"

Blade: Sure, let's try it.

Blade went to the gym, put 20 pounds on the press and began lifting.

Melvin watched, crossing his legs. "Come on Blade, you can get to 20 reps! Sally's watching you and you want to impress her, don't you?"

Blade: Damn...straight...

Blade eventually got to 20 reps because of his willpower. He put down the weight and panted.

Melvin smiled and helped Blade up. "Good, good! Think you can run a mile after that?"

Blade: I'll do my best...

Blade got onto the treadmill and began running a mile.

Mevlin watched him, crossing his arms. "Don't let Sonic best you because he can use that bull "running around at the speed of sound" excuse."

Blade growled and began running very fast.

Melvin kept an eye on the treadmill, as it was on its fastest speed it can handle. "Hmm...perhaps I'll have to get a new treadmill later..." He muttered to himself.

(I got the idea for Alternate Blade from a Sonamy/Sonally fanfic I read on Fanfaction called "A Picture Says All" by a user named PrettyPurr. It's pretty much got me thinking: "How would some people react to Sally's death, and how would they live with it?" And that's where I got the idea for Alternate Blade. Just thought I'd let you know the story behind the character and RP.) (Ah, interesting. I would like to see the same with Asonja, perhaps.) (Like how people would react to his death and how they would live with it?)

Blade eventually finished running a mile.

Blade: Take that, you stupid blue old traitor! Suck on my machine gun!

Melvin chuckled at that and walked over. "Alright Blade, cool down a little bit. Time for a break. Spend it however you like."

Blade: Alright...I'll be playing a game of Call of Poopy.

Blade went over to the tv and inserted the Call of Poopy disk into the ShayStation. He put on his headset and began playing.

(Hehe...Call of Poppy because it's baaad. Oh, by the way, I had to go to dinner and spend time with dad because it's Father's Day. Also, I have to get ready for work so I won't be here for long. This'll be the last edit I can do before you go) (Alright, catch you tomorrow.)

Melvin didn't watch Blade, but only monitored his time.

Blade was owning people in a Free for All Deathmatch.

Blade: Where's the f**king enemy...? DIEEEE! Woohoo! I rule at Call of Poopy! Yeah! They're no match for me!

Another Player: Will you shut up?!

Blade: You can't tell me what to do, you dog faced d**k!

"Sheesh..." Melvin sat on a different sofa, looking at the pocket watch. "Sounds like one of those Internet trolls. Guess I'll have to fix that later whenever I can.."

(Whoops, I lied, I still got some time, but not much. Probably can do 2 more edits.)

Blade: Come on, you little s***s, you can't run forever...Yeah! I got him!

Melvin sat there, continuing watching the time. "About 30 minutes..." He says.

30 minutes later...

Blade: Yes! I won the match! Woo!

Another Player: You just got lucky, c**kpicker.

Blade: One more word and I'll smash your face across your room window!

"Alright Blade, time's up." Melvin calls. "Once you're done, I need to speak with you a little bit."

Blade turned off the ShayStation and tv, then turned to Melvin.

Blade: *angry tone* What is it...?

"It's your...behavior toward these kinds of games." Melvin looks rather nervous already. "I think they're a little bit too...profound for you and are damaging your therapy."

Blade: It's not the games, it's the players that are f**king p***ing me off!

"Then...maybe you shouldn't be playing online anymore, considering that the players are rather giving you a bad influence on your therapy..." Melvin says, still nervous to talk about it. "Perhaps we should look for other singeplayer games that you'd might like that are both...relaxing yet invigorating at the same time?"

Blade: Fine...As long as they're not for little boys or girls...

"Believe me, I know someone that is about the same age as you who plays this game in his own way. He can help you out." Melvin handed him a phone number. "Go ahead and call this number. He'll give you the copy of the game."

(I think Blade's going to hate this idea XD)

(Meh, he'll just have to wait and see.)

Blade nodded and and called the number.

(Wait, how can it be 5 PM already if Liam just left for school not too long ago?)

(I don't focus on time, sorry. I'll erase that.)

It took a while for the number to pick up. It was a man's voice. "Uhh, hello? I don't usually get calls, unless it's someone I should know about..." He had a familiar voice, but the name was on the tip of anybody's tongue. "Is that you, Melvin?"

(I have to go to the store. I'll see you in a little bit)

(Okay, see you soon.)

Blade: This is Blade Eastwood, a friend of Melvin. Who is this?

(Heya, I'm back. With loads of food for my recovery. Yummy .w.)

"Ah...so you're under Melvin's protection too?" The voice responded. "You can call me Zoralth, if you wish. Doesn't matter what you call me. Now, what do you need to know about?"

(I was expecting Asonja, but oh well. XD Also, since this RP takes place in the future and Zoralth is Asonja's twin brother, shouldn't Zoralth be in his early 40's too?) (Dragons actually don't age very quickly once they reach teenager age. So in this case, Zoralth is about 19 while Asonja is at least 47.) (Ah, I see.)

Blade: I heard from Melvin you play Call of Poopy in your own way? He gave me your number because he told me you have a copy of the game that doesn't have the frustration of playing online.

"Well...yes, that is true." Zoralth says. "But I also play other games in...my own way. What I did is that I set up a few parameters from this one game that is supposedly meant for...11 year olds, in a way, but I made it extremely difficult to play. It's like one of those survival games, but with monsters at night and you have to defend yourself against them and remain alive until you beat the game."

"When you first play the game in its normal setting, you'd be able to chop down trees with your hand to get wood. But in my version of the game, you have to start from the ground-up, like going through the ages of history: The Stone Age, the Agricultural Age, the Bronze Age, Steel Age, you name it. If you're interested, I'd send over a copy right away."

"The best part is, nobody else but myself has access to this part of the game, and, if you wish, I'll guide you through in the multiplayer setting so it's just me and you, if that's alright. So, what do you say?"

Blade: Sounds great. My address is *his address*. I'm looking forward to the game.

"Alright. I'll meet you on. The copy that I'll send to you will have the server address and the port. If you need anything else, you know how to get to me. Later, Blade." Zoralth hangs up. Almost a second later, a box appeared on the kitchen counter.

Blade: ...Weird.

Blade walked over to the kitchen counter, picked up the box, brought it to the tv and unboxed the game.

It was a game cover with a name in sharpie: "Mining of Ages. Copy."

Blade looked interested in the game, and he inserted it in his ShayStation. He turned it on and began playing. He entered the server address and waited for Zoralth.

The game looked like a much more realistic version of the real world game, Minecraft, except it looked more like a generic shooter and not-so-blocky. Then, it says that Zoralth joined the game. Surprisingly, the game had voice chat. "Hey, Blade, can you hear me? How much time you got available?"

Blade: Yeah, I can hear you. Also, my time available depends on when Melvin wants to continue my therapy.

He then looked at Melvin.

Melvin nods.

"Good. I can sense Melvin is letting you spend more time. Trust me, this game will strengthen your cognition skills." Zoralth's character, which looked almost exactly like him in the real world as well: black-scaled dragon with large wings attached to him. "I did this with Asonja in the past, my brother. It worked well for him. Now, come on. First we're going to get you settled in. I'll explain everything."

From that point forward, Zoralth taught Blade how to survive in the game, which was very similar to how anyone would survive in the real world in a forest. This taught Blade how to think critically and ahead of the rest, such as 'thinking before acting' and 'watch your surroundings'. Zoralth was an amazing teacher, as Melvin himself also knew.

Blade: This is awesome! Also, is Asonja Masenko your brother?! My brother Liam and I met him during a time travel! How's Asonja doing after all these years?

"Oh, he's been going great." Zoralth says. "He's less depressed now, and he's quite strong with his Identity abilities than previously. He can literally make people around him faint with just one glare. I think that's something called Haki that he can control now, but, that's besides the point. The point is, he's much better than he was a teenager. If you haven't have met him sooner, there would've been no way he would be alive right now. You have my gratitude for that. Now, we should start getting some food and shelter supplies. Go ahead and take that bow you made and go hunting. I'll get some wood for a shelter. Don't go too far."

Blade: Alright. I'll do that.

Blade took the bow and went out hunting. He saw some pigs and shot them. He collected the meat and continued hunting for pigs. After gathering enough meat, Blade decided to go back when he stopped because he saw some sheep.

Blade: Sheep. Sheep are cute. I have such a soft spot for cute things. Hey, Zoralth, mind if I take home some sheep we can use as pets?

"If you want, sure." Zoralth says. "Wool is good for making beds. I can make some shears later. But we have to hurry; dusk is thinning and heading into twilight."

Blade: Alright. I'll lure the sheep with me with some grass.

Blade then lured a sheep back to base with some grass while also watching his back for eventual Mobs sneaking up from behind. He made it to the base with the sheep.

Blade: Alright, I'm here. I also got a lot of pig meat.

"Good, hand them to me." Zoralth states as he closed off the walls and the ceiling with the mobs trying to get inside. "They won't get inside for a while. In this case you have to preserve your stamina, fortify your base, and keep a list of what you have and what you plan on needing. Also, keep an eye on your surroundings. If any enemies come in, beat them back and fill up the hole. This took Asonja ages to master on his own, but he eventually got it in about 2 or so years. I won't be online much, but you can make your own worlds and practice if Melvin will give you free time after Physical therapy."

Blade: Okay, thank you, Zoralth. I'll definitely make a world of my own. Thanks for the advice, and I hope to see you again real soon.

"I'll be available tomorrow, so no worries." Zoralth says. "I'll go ahead and save this world and you can go back to doing your physical therapy. Later, Blade Eastwood." His character made a waving motion before the world was saved and the server shutdown. The console also automatically ejected the disc as well. Zoralth was one strange being...

Blade: There's something really fishy about Zoralth...

Blade put the disc back in it's box.

Meanwhile, Liam was at school, walking down the playground of his school when Calvin Higgins suddenly threw a can of soda at him.

Liam: Ow!

Calvin and his friends then laughed.

Grover Russell (One of Calvin's friends): Hey, moron, how'd you like a can of soda to the head? *laughs* Maybe you'd like another one!

Calvin got off the ledge he was sitting on as Liam looked fearful.

Calvin: Listen, Monteiro, when I tell you to come, you better come.

Liam looked like he was about to cry.

Calvin: What, are you gonna cry now? Come on, crybaby! Cry for me! Come on! Cry! *makes mocking crying sounds as he laughs*

Deep under the frustrations of Liam's brain, a tiny red hot little flame began to grow. Liam made a really angry face as he growled.

Liam: *war cry*

Liam charged at Calvin, tackled him and began to mercilessly pound him. Calvin cried in pain as he was being beaten.

Grover: Hey!

Liam had snapped from all the bullying and tormenting he had to suffer. Grover tried calming Liam down.

Grover: Hey! Hey, kid!

Liam knocked Grover down.

Grover: This is not good!

Calvin's friends then fled. Liam's friends ran over to see what was happening as other kids on the playground gathered around to watch as well.

Liam: You god damn tormenting f**king stinking b**tch! (This is the first RP in which Liam actually swears O_O)

Kid: Did you hear what Liam said?

Liam: You dirty s**t sucking dumba** Russian loving c**t!

Sue: Holy cow!

Liam: You Eggman w**king t**t!

Rick: Should we get the principal?

Buford: The principal is already there.

Principal Goldberg: Hey, what's going on over-HOLY F**KING S**T! Liam! Stop that! Get the f**k off him!

The principal ran over to Liam to pull him off Calvin and calm him down.

Principal: What is going on?!

Sue: I saw Calvin throwing a can of soda at Liam and then Liam snapped and started beating up Calvin.

Principal: Is that so? Well, Higgins, you're going to the nurses and then you're coming to my office.

After Calvin went to the nurses...

Calvin was crying in Principal Goldberg's office.

Principal: God damn it, Higgins! I've warned you multiple times not to throw soda cans at students, yet you still do it?! What the f**k is wrong with you?!

Calvin: But...but...Liam attacked me...I'm bleeding everywhere on my face, he's just such an annoying little f***ot... *cries*

Principal: Well, I don't give a s**t how Liam managed to hurt you! Because what Liam did was justified! If you keep throwing soda cans at students despite multiple warnings, you're a soulless little monster! Also, you did other things like stuffing students in lockers, destroy their school books, call your classmates homosexual gingers, yell the N-word at a black human teacher and spray paint school walls! That f**king does it! I'm sick this behavior! I am expelling you from school and I'm calling your dad to come and pick you up!

Calvin: *gasp* NOOOOO! DON'T CALL MY DAD! PLEASE, NO! DON'T CALL MY DAD! WE CAN WORK THIS OUT, PRINCIPAL GOLDBERG! DON'T! *screams* DON'T CALL MY DAD!

And so, Principal Goldberg gave Calvin's dad, Thomas Higgins a call.

At Thomas' work...

Thomas: Boy, things sure have been peaceful at the nuclear plant today.

Thomas' phone rang. He picked up.

Thomas: Hello?

Principal: Hello, Thomas. This is Principal Goldberg. I am calling you to inform you about your son Calvin.

Thomas: What the hell has he done now?!

Principal: He has done several things, mainly bullying another student, to the point of which the student beat up Calvin. And don't forget the times he called a black human teacher the N-word and spray painted school walls. Calvin is waiting in the detention room for you now. He's expelled from my school. I'll see you in my office, when you get there.

Principal Goldberg then hung up.

Thomas: Calvin...CALVIN! CALVIN...YOU...DUMB...PUUUUUUUNK! *smashes computer* AAAAAARGH, I'M GONNA KILL YOU! F**K! FIRST I WILL KICK HIS A** AND THEN SQUEEZE HIS NECK!

Thomas then proceeded to drag another computer off a desk and smash a printer with it.

Thomas: THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, CALVIN! THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN! F**K YOU, CALVIN! F**K YOUUUUU! *unable to translate*

Back with Melvin and Blade...

(Sorry, I just had to type all of that. XD)

(I can tell you had fun with it)

Melvin could somewhat see all of that happening, since he's the Guardian Angel for most people. He adjusted his tie a little bit. "Sheesh...I've met a lot of people with anger issues recently...but, as long as it's not Blade and Liam that are out of control..." He cleared his throat and went back up to Blade. "Well, I think it was very nice of Zoralth to help you out with mental therapy. He's most likely one of the smartest beings on Mobius ever since the human Einstein."

Blade nodded in agreement.

Blade: From what I remember from my time travel adventure with Liam, Zoralth's a psychologist, so he's an amazing and brilliant mental therapist.

(Going to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow.) (kk)

Melvin nods. "I can agree. I think now he expanded his knowledge to all sorts of things, all things relating to math, and helping socity. He's an interesting creature, I can guarantee that."

Blade nodded. Suddenly, the phone rang. Blade picked up.

Blade: Hello? Oh, hello, Principal Goldberg. What? Liam got into a fight in school today? He's not suspended? Oh, okay. That's great, because I'm home right now. Yeah, thank you. Bye.

Blade hung up the phone.

"Oh dear, calls from Principles are usually not all that great." Melvin says. "What exactly happened?"

Blade: Liam beat up his school bully, Calvin Higgins after Calvin threw a soda can at him. Calvin was expelled because he had a long history of trouble at Liam's school. At Liam's school, Acorn Middle School, if incidents like this happen, both students are sent home. Liam was not suspended, but he was given a reprieve so he could chill out. He's coming home right now.

(Also, should we have Asonja's adult self appear in this, along with Emma's adult self and their kids?) (If you wish, sure)

"That's good..." Melvin sighed. "As long as Liam is safe..."

(Oh, also, did you check out my new story that I'm making?)

(I saw part of it. I'll take a look at the rest.)

Meanwhile, with Asonja and Emma...

Emma, who was now married to Asonja, was sitting on the couch with him.

Emma: Sure is nice today, isn't it, Asonja?

He nods. "Definitely. I'm glad Zoralth was able to give us a house right next to his. I wouldn't know what I'd do without him, that breadwinner."

Emma: Indeed, and I'm also providing an income with my fashion brand.

"That's great news!" Asonja smiled. "I'm trying to also get a job where Zoralth is working at."

Emma: That's great too! Say, how about we have some sugar right now?

Emma put her arms around Asonja and began kissing him.

Asonja chuckled and hugged back, as well as kissing. "Why sure."

Meanwhile, back with Melvin and Blade...

Liam came home.

Liam: Hi, guys. I suppose the principal called?

Melvin nods. "Of course. Blade and I are just glad you're okay."

Liam: Yeah, I really kicked Calvin's butt back there. He deserved it.

Blade: He certainly did. You finally stood up for yourself, and I'm proud of you for that.

Melvin nods, agreeing with Blade's statement.

Liam: Thanks, guys. So, did anything interesting happen while I was gone?

"Well, Zoralth, a really interesting dragon, is helping out Blade's mental therapy with the help of a game that he, Zoralth himself, created," Melvin says. "Blade here has been playing that game for hours, and I can tell he's enjoying it."

Liam: That's great. Well, I'll be upstairs to take a nap if you need me.

Blade nodded.

Blade: Don't forget to pray to The Lord for some good rest.

Liam nodded and he walked upstairs, took off his clothes, prayed and got into bed.

Blade: Can you drive me to the store, Melvin? I'm gonna buy some flowers to put on Baby Krabs' grave.

Melvin nods. "Of course." He takes the keys to the Mustang and walks to the garage. "What kind of flowers does Baby Krabs like?"

Blade: He likes fennel herb.

"Alright, let's get going then." Melvin turns the car on and drives to the nearby store. "It's nice of you to visit his grave on a daily basis. You're really starting to show your true colors, Blade. And I'm very proud of you."

Blade smiled.

Blade: Thank you, Melvin. Also, let's buy some roses too, so I can put those on Sally's grave.

"Sure thing." Melvin nods and he parks the car at the store. "Go ahead in. Also, go ahead and help yourself to buying some snacks as well."

Blade nodded. He went into the store to buy the flowers, and he also bought a few Snickers bars as well. He paid for the stuff and returned to the car.

Blade: Alright, let's go to the cemetery.

Melvin chuckled at the Snickers bars and then headed to the cemetery where Sally and Baby Krabs were buried. He stopped near the graves and went out with Blade, with his leather jacket on.

Baby Krabs was buried next to Sally, as this was Baby Krabs' last request before his execution.

Blade: It's been a while, guys. This is my friend Melvin, he's been trying to help me recover.

Blade put flowers on both graves.

Blade: Once I've lost enough weight, I'm gonna try to find a job to get some income so Liam can quit his job as a diner waiter and can have more time with his friends and focus on school. Melvin is supporting me all the way, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. Well, I gotta go now, guys. I'll drop by again soon.

Blade turned to Melvin.

Blade: Let's go for a ride.

Melvin nods. "Agreed." He goes back into the drivers seat and drive off the cemetary and onto the highway.

As the two of them drove away, Sally and Baby Krabs were looking at them from the afterlife, smiling.

Blade: Let's go to Imsterdim, I wanna sit on a terrace there.

"Alright." Melvin nods. "That should be in a couple of miles. I'll turn there once I see the exit."

(I just watched the Angry Video Game Nerd review Dick Tracy for NES. He was mad as f**k.)

Blade nodded as he grabbed a Snickers bar and ate it.

Blade: That's choctastic.

Melvin chuckled and took the exit to Imsterdim.

(Let's go over to Asonja and Emma's children, Winnie Masenko and Marty Masenko, who are also students at Liam's school. How about you play Marty and I play Winnie?)

(Sure. Also, send me the video of the AVGN I love watching him)

(Sure, I'll put it on your talk page.)

Winnie Masenko and her brother Marty were currently at Acorn Middle School, the same school Liam and his friends attended. Winnie was 13 and Marty was 9. They were currently in class, but due to their age, they were in different grades. (What grade would Winnie take and what grade would Marty take in Middle School?)

(Well, Winnie would be in 8th grade and Marty would be, I think, in 4th grade.)

Winnie was currently solving math problems. She was really good at those, as she had inherited her father incredible mathmatics.

Marty was good at sciences and tiny bits of Math, much like their uncle Zoralth. Marty also has a sense of fashion design like his mother. They were all too similar from their genetic parents it was almost scary, yet cute at the same time.

Marty's Teacher: Have you all done your math work? Good. It's now artwork time. Get ready to draw!

Marty smirked a bit and got out the colored pencils and began to draw. Out of all the kids in the class, Marty was the only boy to have amazing drawing skills.

Winnie had finished all of her math problems.

Winnie: I'm done!

Winnie's Teacher: Good job, Winnie. You're the smartest student in my class, and you do this school proud. You always get A's on tests, and that's the type of student I like to see in my class.

Winnie: Thank you, teacher!

Winnie's Teacher: While you're waiting for the other students to be finished, would you like to do something for yourself?

Winnie: Of course! Do the homework assignment for my Spanish class!

Winnie then began doing that homework assignment.

Marty then finished his drawing. He was always the last one to finish, but the last one is always the best one. "Alright, I'm done! With a few colored pencils that needed sharpening." He chuckled a bit after saying that.

Marty's Teacher: Okay, Marty. Show it to me.

Marty hands over the picture. It was actually quite a splended picture of a n Autumn landscape with a river, a sunset, and trees with highly-textured oak leaves. Hardly any blemishes were made.

Marty's teacher was amazed.

Marty's Teacher: ...Marty, an A.

He handed Marty an A.

"Yay!" Marty took the A happily, but not rudely/quickly. "Thank you!"

The other students in Marty's class clapped for Marty.

(How about Winnie's a hedgehog and Marty's an echidna? I was gonna do it vice versa, but then I thought it would be different to have the daughter resemble the father and have the son resemble the mother. XD)

(Well, again, it just depends, but that's up to you. Doesn't matter to me in what way they look. They can both be hedgehogs, both echidnas, or one or the other and vice versa. It's only genetics. There'a a lot of possibilities. Go for which you think is the most interesting yet the most relevant if you wish.)

(I'll think about it. Let's continue the roleplay first. Also, Holland's Got Talent was nerve wrecking af for me. I'm happy for the winner, even if they were not my favorite, but they were still really good.) (That's good to hear)

With Melvin and Blade...

Which seemed like a few short hours, they finally arrived at their destination. "Well, here we are Blade. Where did you say you wanted to go?"

Blade: A café, and sit on a terrace with a drink.

"That sounds pretty relaxing," Melvin points out. "Oh, here's a nice place." He parks the car in a nearby parking garage and they had to walk to the cafe. "Actually, I'm pretty hungry myself. Perhaps we should eat there too."

Blade: Sure, I'll pay.

Melvin and Blade sat down at a table and a waiter came over to them.

Waiter: *Dutch accent* Hello, gentlemen. What can I get you?

Blade: I'll have a glass of jenever (A Dutch alcoholic drink) and a plate of bitterballs (a Dutch snack).

Waiter: Alright. And you, sir? *turns to Melvin*

(All the Dutch foods @_@) (Are there any interesting American foods, besides fast food?)

"Hmm..." Melvin thought for a moment. Even though he's been around the world, he can't seem to remember which foods and drinks went with which. "I'll just have what he's having, thank you."

Waiter: Okay, I'll come back soon with your orders.

The waiter went inside to get the orders.

(Are Guardian Angels able to consume alcohol? I'm asking because of their religion. Then again, I'm the creator of the species, so I guess they can.) (I think it's only red wine they can drink.) (That might be true, because I think I remember Jesus Christ drinking red wine at the Last Supper.)

"I would've chosen my favorite, but I just can't remember what it was," Melvin chuckled after saying this. "I've been everywhere for as long as I can remember."

Blade: Was it red wine? Liam has a bible in his room, which he often reads to me, and I remember him telling me that people of your religion only drink red wine.

"Well, actually, we can drink just about any alcohol." Melvin says. "I can explain later."

Blade nodded as the waiter returned with their meals and drinks.

Waiter: Here you go. That'll be 25 rings.

Blade paid for the meals and drinks and the waiter left. Blade began eating the bitterballs.

Melvin tried them and he smiled. "Ah yes, Now I remember. These ARE my favorites here. Oh, anyway, about the alcohol thing. It's okay for us to drink it, just so long as we don't get so drunk to the point where we treat others poorly. It's in the Bible; Liam would tell you."

Blade nodded.

Blade: Got it. Speaking of Liam, I wonder how he's doing right now.

Liam was currently at home cleaning Blade's room.

Liam: Man, Blade's been hoarding so much trash and drugs in his room for the past few months...Good thing Melvin's here to help Blade to get into recovery, because I'm tired of cleaning Blade's room. This house is 50% mine, but I'm cleaning 100% of it.

It was a good thing he was, because Melvin would've done it by now. He was just too occupied with Blade physically. Suddenly, the phone began to ring.

Liam: *picks up the phone* Hello?

"Oh, shoot, did I get the wrong number?" The voice says. "I'm looking for Blade Eastwood, is he here?"

Liam: He is currently not home. I'm Blade's step-brother Liam. Who's speaking?

(So sorry for my inactivity @_@) (It's fine.)

"Oh, this is Zoralth, a friend of his." He responded. "I was calling to see if he was ready for his mental therapy because I was available for him to do so. Do you know when he'll be back?"

Liam: I guess in a few hours. Also, are you the same Zoralth Blade and I met during a time travel to 2016?

"The one and only scientific extraordinaire dragon." He said in a jokingly smug manner. "Yes yes, of course it's me. And you're Liam, as I can recognize from the other side. So, how goes everything in your world?"

Liam: Ever since Blade became depressed and we had to move out of our parents' house, we've been living in poverty. I'm working a job at a diner AND dealing with school at the same time. Blade's addictions didn't making it any better. Thank the Lord that Melvin is here to help us.

"Of course, I'm also here to help any time." Zoralth says. "My brother had the same issue, but after working a few days at my company, they got him a house right next to mine, completely free of charge, and the company takes care of the mortgage, the water bills, the electricity, everything for them. I was the one who suggested it because I'm the Executive to the CEO in the company as well as the inventor of several new chemical combinations, like the cure for HIV for example. The team only put it together."

Liam: Wow, you're really successful these days. Great to hear you guys are doing well for yourself. Also, how's Asonja? Is he married? Does he have kids?

"Ohh yeah. All of the above. He's got two of them." Zoralth says. "I'm pretty much an Uncle of two, hehe. They both got their parent's and my talents."

Liam: Good to hear. Well, Blade will probably be back in a few hours, so call back then.

(I also made Melvin in Furry Doll Maker. What do you think? :3)



(Pretty good .w.) (Thanks.)

"Sweet. I can wait. You can also let him know that I called for him." He responds.

Liam: Okay, I will. Bye.

Liam then hung up the phone and continued cleaning Blade's room.

Meanwhile, Melvin had finished his food at the drink. Luckily, he wasn't drunk. "Phew...that was a good meal. I haven't had a meal like that in a while."

Blade: Yep, this should keep us going for a while.

(I might leave soon, because I'm getting a little bored, and it's been past 2:30 AM here in The Netherlands.)

(You can go ahead and sleep now if you want. It's good for ya)

"Sweet." Melvin nods. "Now, you said you wanted to do something else here?"

Blade: Not that I remember.

"Ah. I thought you did, my bad." He answers, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, how about we go back home? Liam should be home by now."

(I'm here, my parents took me out to dinner for their anniversary.)

Blade: He is already home, he came home early because of his bully beatdown.

"Ah yes, I forgot about that." He chuckled and motioned back to the garage a few blocks away. "Come along, daylight sheds."

Blade followed Melvin back to the garage and got in the car.

Melvin got into the drivers seat and drove off back to their house. "I wonder how Liam is enjoying his time off."

Blade: Most of the time when he has free time, he cleans the house, because I couldn't be bothered to do it myself because of my depression. When he isn't cleaning the house, he usually sits at the tv watching soaps.

"Well, cleaning your environment not only gives you something to do," Melvin begins to give advice, "but it also gives you a cleaner and safer enviornment to work with. You'd feel happier with a cleaner enviornment much less a dirty place. Surely nobody wants to pick up after yourself."

Blade: Yeah...Sometimes Liam tends to post things on my ChaoBook profile like: "If this house is 50% mine, why am I cleaning 100% of it?" or "Why are you always hoarding bricks of cocaine in your room? I hate bringing that stuff to the DEA deposit!"...

"My point exactly," Melvin says. "I don't mean to be smug about it, but you have to take care of yourself if I'm not around. I won't be around for long as I have many other jobs in heaven as well. I'm not called a Guardian Angel for no reason, ya know."

Blade: I know...I have to start making my own food, do chores around the house, remember to exercise and such...

"It's not all that bad once you do them frequently," Melvin says. "It'll get you moving, and it'll also make people around you respect you a little bit more. As if they like what you did to the place. They don't want to think of you as the lazy form of society. God knows that you have to work to get where you want to be. Remember Zoralth? He used to be like you 30 years ago as well with Asonja. Took them a majority of those years to get out of their depression phases without my help. It's hard work, but it pays off."

Blade nodded.

Blade: Okay, I will do my best.

Melvin nods as well

"Great! The Lord will be with you at all times, so don't be afraid to ask for help," Melvin noted as he went out of the highway nearing home.

Blade: Alright.

Meanwhile, Liam had finished cleaning the house and was now watching a soap.

Liam: Come on, Josie! Drew is a cheater! Rhett is your true love!

Liam could hear the garage door opening and a car parking. Blade and Melvin were home.

Liam: Sounds like Melvin and Blade are back.

Melvin got through the door like a sitcom and put his leather jacket on the rack, spreading his rather small wings out. "Phew...glad to get that thing off and spread my wings a bit."

Blade came through the door too and sat down on the couch.

Blade: Glad to be back.

Liam: By the way, Blade, Zoralth called a few hours ago for your mental therapy. I told him to call back.

Blade: Alright.

Liam: I've been watching my soap Good Times, Bad Times and cleaning the house while you guys were gone. (Good Times, Bad Times is a Dutch soap that started way back in the 80's, I think. My parents dislike it and so do I.)

(Then why watch something you don't like? Oh, and sorry for my absense.) (I don't watch it, I'm only making Liam do it. Also, the characters Liam just talked about are just random names that popped into my mind.)

"That must've been fun." Melvin says and sits down on the couch. "Come on Blade, just relax with family for a bit, eh?"

Blade: Alright...

Liam smiled as he continued to watch tv.

Blade sighed as he watched Liam's soap with him.

"Quality time never hurt anyone." He adds before going quiet and watching the show.

Eventually, the episode ended.

Liam: I'm so glad Josie chose Rhett instead of Drew! Drew was a serial cheater!

Blade: I'm not into soaps, but I agree with you, serial cheaters are evil.

"Cheaters in general are sinners." Melvin points out. "Well, I think that was a good break. How about continuing physical therapy?"

(I'm currently reading butthurt comments on Bart Baker's "Jake Paul ft. Team 10 - It's Everyday Bro" parody. I'm just baffled by how many kids and teenagers get so f**king vicious over a parody.)

Blade: Sure, let's do it.

Blade went to the personal gym and began walking on the treadmill.

(That's the Internet) (Damn straight it is.)

Melvin continued watching. "Don't be afraid to amp up your comfort zone. I can already see some form of improvement."

Liam: Yeah, you're doing great!

Blade: Alright...

Blade made the treadmill go faster as he began to run faster too.

"There ya go!" Melvin says. "God is giving you all the strength you need to conquer depression."

Blade: Right...

Blade ran about two miles before turning off the treadmill. He panted.

Liam: Two miles! That's quite an improvement!

"It is!" Melvin says. "Now, lets go to weightlifting."

Blade nodded and picked up some handweights and begin lifting.

Melvin watched, very impressed with him so far.

Liam watched too, being very impressed too.

Blade managed to do 3 types of lifting, 20 times each.

Blade: That's enough lifting...

"You're really improving, Blade." Melvin says. "That makes me and the Lord proud."

Blade: Thank you...I will do my best to continue to improve myself until I'm on my feet...

Melvin smiles and nods. "You will do just fine."

Blade: Yep...You know what? Tonight, I'll be cooking for you guys!

Liam: Aw, that's sweet, Blade!

"He's improving so much." Melvin says. "What will you be cooking for us tonight, Blade?"

Blade: I'll be making one of mom's specialties: Burritos with molten cheddar cheese.

Liam: I loved those back when we lived with our parents!

Blade nodded.

Blade: Yup. Good thing I remember the recipe.

That night...

Blade was very busy in the kitchen, making the burritos.

Melvin decided not to watch, as he figured that it would disturb Blade if he was hovering over him. Literally and metaphorically.

Eventually, Blade came out of the kitchen with the burritos.

Blade: Enjoy!

Blade put down a plate of burritos and gave everyone a burrito. Blade began eating his.

Melvin, being rather interested, took a bite of the burrito. "Oh. This is rather good! Had no idea that you were a good cook."

Blade: Well, my mom taught me how to cook since I was little, so I've known how to do it for years.

(Apologies for my absense. I was very sick and needed time away from the PC for a bit.) (I see.)

"You should keep learning it and practice from it," Melvin says. "It's a good hobby to have and once you get better at it, you could probably make your own business and get some income from there."

Liam nodded in agreement.

Liam: Melvin's right. You could start your own restaurant when you've gotten better at cooking.

Blade: Alright.

After dinner, Blade began washing the dishes.

Melvin sits there, looking quite relieved. "That was a good meal. Thank you."

Blade turned his head and smiled.

Blade: Thanks.

Liam: Yeah, you haven't cooked in years, and you still got amazing cooking skills!

Blade nodded.

Blade: Well, I'll continue training tomorrow. I'll be out for a walk soon. But first, I gotta do the dishes.

After doing the dishes, Blade went out for a walk around the block.

(Sometimes when I'm bored, I go out for a walk or I walk to my turf to fantasize. Fantasizing is one of my favorite activities.) (Same here)

(Also sorry I've been inactive.) (It's fine, if you're sick, you can't help it.)

Melvin leaves him to do that, just to give him some time away from working out and what not and enjoy the outside.

Blade walked around the block, and runs into a bat girl with black fur.

???: Hi there, I'm Raquel Anderson. And you?

Blade: I'm Blade Eastwood. I live down the block.

Raquel: That's great, me too. Say, feel like walking together?

Blade: Sure.

Raquel and Blade then began walking down the street, talking about things. (Raquel will be Blade's girlfriend in this RP. :3) (Oki doki)

Melvin was blowing his nose with a tissue. "Sheesh...I think I'm getting some kind of cold..."

Liam: Can't you just cure it with your Angelbian powers?

"Well, yes," he says and the cold goes away. "But it just came in so...I wasn't aware of it until now."

Liam nodded.

Liam: Well, tonight, I gotta work until 10 PM, so I'll be back then. I already took a shower, and now I'll be putting on my uniform.

Liam walked upstairs to put on his uniform.

"Alright then. Have a good day at work."

Liam: Thank you.

Liam went downstairs after putting on his uniform and walked out the door.

"Well, then I guess it's TV time for me." He floats to the couch and just watches random shows.

Eventually, Blade returned from his walk.

Blade: Hey, Melvin, I'm back.

"Welcome back." He turns to Blade, hands behind his head and wings spread. "How was your walk?"

Blade: It was great. I met a girl named Raquel who lives down the block. I kinda like her. Whoops, did I say that out loud? Damn...

Melvin only chuckled and turned off the TV. "Love at first sight, eh? Looks like we got another motive."

Blade raised an eyebrow.

Blade: What do you mean?

"This is another chance of getting another life, meaning if you wanted to, you could ask this girl out." Melvin says and gets up. "Another motive to get working out."

Blade: That would be nice. I mean, I'd have a beautiful girl, I could marry her, have kids with her, and then I can provide the family with an income by starting up a restaurant. Sounds like a plan.

"You got a good grasp so far. But take a step back and focus on what to do first," Melvin suggests. "Oh, also, Liam left for work."

Blade; Alright. And yeah, I should first focus on getting in shape and such. I'll go work on my abs now.

Blade went to the personal gym and began doing sit ups.

Melvin followed along and watched. "Well, not all women appreciate looks, but it still is healthy for you to work out on a daily basis."

Blade nodded and continued doing sit ups.

Blade: After my workout, I'll go ask Raquel if she wants to go out tomorrow.

"Good idea," Melvin says. "If you ever need some help on how to be a gentleman, I'll be your guy for that."

Blade nodded. After his workout, he went over to Raquel's house and rang the doorbell. Raquel's father, Dennis Anderson opened.

Dennis: What do you want?

Blade: Well, could I go out with your daughter Raquel some time...?

Dennis: ...Alright. I'll call her. Raquel, some fox guy's at the door for you!

Raquel: Coming!

Raquel came downstairs to the door and saw Blade.

Raquel: Hey, Blade. What's up?

Blade: Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?

Raquel: Sure. What time's good for you?

Blade: How about 3 PM?

Raquel: Sure. See you then!

Blade: Okay, bye.

Blade then returned to his own house.

Melvin appeared from a bush and floated over, whistling. "That was quick. Usually it would take longer than that. But congrats, you got a date!"

Blade: Yeah, thanks. Also, shouldn't you be wearing your jacket outside? I mean, people might've seen your wings and also might've seen you fly.

"Well, my wings aren't showing, yes, but also yes I am floating." He went back down to his feet and walked. "There's actually quite a bit of people in this town that have some bit of power. Everyone has it, but most haven't unleashed it yet. Like Asonja and Zoralth, they're the ones who have actually reached their limits of power and use it on a daily basis. I didn't want to tell you that since, well, everyone has some sort of natural ability."

Blade: Well, I've never discovered mine, I've been trying to discover it for years, but with no luck...

"It's not going to be instant. It took Asonja a long time to find out he's part of a species known as Identity. It's hard to explain, though. Zoralth also found that out as well but, again, long story."

Blade nodded.

Blade: Speaking of Zoralth, I'm gonna go see if he's on that game so we can do mental therapy.

Blade walked inside the house and turned on the ShayStation. He put the game in and waited for Zoralth.

After about a few minutes, he got on. "Ah, Blade, glad to see you. I was wondering where you were. You didn't quite call me back, but, in either case, you got good timing. Let's begin, shall we?"

Blade: Sure.

"Alright, moving along..." Zoralth begins to give lessons on the way of nature and physics. The physics of the game matched almost like that of real life as well: how water worked with gravity and other materials, how fire worked, how boiling water at high altitudes feels colder so food doesn't taste good, etc.

Blade: This is really interesting.

"Trust me, it only gets better." Zoralth states. "There's an NPC system here as well where you can find villages. If you show them your knowledge of technology, they'll follow your footsteps and even invent new things for you to experiment with."

Blade: Sweet. I wonder when we'll find a village.

"I actually found one but it's too far for walking. I can show you how to make a boat so we can travel up the river." Zoralth says. "But not now, it's getting too dark. Get your pistols ready and conserve your ammo."

(You put in Zikuto instead of Zoralth, so I changed it.) (My bad, it's a habit. I got like two names with Z's in it but he's for another rp. Thanks) (You're welcome.)

Blade: Okay, I will.

Blade got his pistols ready.

Blade: And now?

"We fight." Zoralth kicks the door down and runs out, shooting his pistol at the monsters of the outside.

Blade: Okay.

Blade shot his pistols at the monsters as well.

The shooting was rather realistic as well. It was almost like he was playing his other games but with someone who is patient. After a while, the monsters were dead. "Right, that takes care of the monster problem. How're you liking this so far?"

Blade: I really like this game. It's a lot less frustrating than GTK Online or Call of Poopy.

(Queen + Adam Lambert will be performing in the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam this fall. I just checked the ticket prices, and they go for 59 euro's, which is way too expensive for me.) (I see. Also, I plan on going to Amsterdam soon in my life as my first place to go out of the USA. People are way too patriotic here for me and it's getting quite annoying for me. You can tell I'm a realist and people in my class hate me because I say that the USA is "just a landmass with overly-enthusiastic individuals about who they are; also rather cocky as opposed to other countries who think about themselves.") (Alright. Just be careful in Amsterdam and other Europian big cities, because there's lots of terroristic threats happening right now in Europe. Just thought I'd warn you.)

"That's good. And plus nobody but us own this game so that's even better," Zoralth says and goes back inside. "Now here comes the fun part: if you got nothing else to do in the night and don't have a bed yet, we can always research on what we can do. Luckily I made a Research Table for us to discover new crafting recipes and new materials."

Blade: Sweet. Let's go do that.

"You go ahead first. You have to find the new materials yourself," Zoralth says. "This'll be good practice for critical thinking."

Blade: Alright, I'll be finding those materials.

Blade then left the house to find the new materials.

"Good luck out there. I'll help you if you need me. This'll be practice for you on your own."

Blade: Okay.

Blade searched at various spots for the materials, and eventually found them.

Blade: I got them. I'm coming back.

(I might go offline soon, because I feel like going to bed early. Also, I felt sick this morning, and I also felt weak in the muscles last night. That's one reason I'll be going to bed early. Bye.)

(Apologies for your sickness. I hope you recover) (I already recovered yesterday, so don't worry.)

"Right. They might be useful to use so I'll check on what you have."

Blade then returned to the house and gave the materials to Zoralth.

He checked them and he was quite amazed. "I'm quite impressed. With these new materials, we can create stronger straps for tools and connecting walls and wood products together. Most likely these can create thick string. And you've also found some iron nuggets as well, which'll be useful for when we go into the Industrial age. However, we're still a huge part on the Stone age."

(It's basically Minecraft mixed with Forge of Empires.) (I think so, yeah. You can go with that. Also, I plan on going to a friend's house soon, only if they'll text me back...)

Blade: Alright. Is there anything else I can do?

"For right now, we could get some more wood, but time's about up for your mental therapy. You've learned quite a bit thus far Blade. And just wait till we beat the final boss. That'll be fun."

(Alright, have fun.)

Blade: Yeah, that'll be awesome. See you, Zoralth!

Blade then shut off the game.

Blade: Alright, what now...?

(I have returned)

Melvin poofed into the room, feathers falling to the floor. "Dinner time." He says.

Blade nodded, turned off the ShayStation and went to sit down at the dinner table.

Blade: What's on the menu today?

"Well, we got some Beans, bread, and a varieties of soups. I can make Beans on Toast perhaps with some Tomato Soup."

Blade: Sure, that's fine.

"It's already set up," Melvin says as the entire table was filled with foods.

(If you were wondering where I was last night, I was playing GTA Online with my brother.)

Blade nodded and began eating.

(And if you're wondering where I was, I was working)

Melvin came over and began eating as well. "How are they? Are they well-cooked enough for you?"

(Okay.)

Blade: Yes, they are. They're nice and tasteful.

"That's good to hear," Melvin replies as he smiles and continues eating his portion. "I'm glad you're eating a bit healthier and being a good sport about working out."

(Let me guess, you were working again last night.)

Blade: Yeah. Gotta get in shape so I can get a job and be happier.

(Yup ^^;)

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Melvin says. "I did hear that Zoralth was hiring at his place. It'd be nice to see him in person as well."

(Alright. Sucks you had to work the entire weekend, because we've been barely able to play.)

Blade: Agreed.

Blade finished his portion and put his dish and utensils in the sink.

Blade: I'll do that later.

(Luckily I'm not working today, at least I hope. So I'm good for right now)

"Great," Melvin gets up, stretching his wings out for a moment. "Go ahead and continue with your break."

Blade nodded, and he got up and went to watch tv. He was watching a reality game show called Mobian Survivor, as their newest season had just started.

Melvin chuckled to himself and sat down again only to begin taking a nap.

Meanwhile, with the Masenko Family...

Winnie was currently in her room with a friend, a cat named Rikki.

Winnie: Did you hear that Bruce Corkery puked in Mrs. Valdez' face last week?

Rikki: I know, right? That's, like, SO gross!

Winnie: Yeah, that was disgusting!

Marty knocked on the door for a moment. "Winnie?" He called. "Do you have my pair of black shorts Dad gave me yesterday? I can't find them..."

Winnie: Yeah, mom must've put it in my closet by accident. Hold on.

Winnie checked her closet and grabbed the shorts. She then gave them to Marty.

Winnie: Here you go, Marty.

"Thank you!" He says and goes back into his room to change out of the blue shorts into the black ones. Perhaps he was becoming a little like his father with the clothing.

Meanwhile, Emma was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a hot beverage.

Asonja in the meantime had gotten used to his abilities from many years prior, so he was able to spawn anything he needed, such as more groceries. Of course, he gets them from the grocery store and replaces it with money to replace it.

(I don't really get it...He takes groceries from the store and leaves money there in exchange?) (Yeah to pay for the groceries while he's at home. Since he teleports objects to him, he has to give something in return, otherwise that'd be stealing in the laws of Equivilent Exchange. To put it simply, he's buying groceries and getting them immediately from inside his household .w.) (Ah, I see.)

The next day...

Liam and Blade woke up and they went downstairs. They prepared breakfast and began to eat.

Blade: Melvin, you coming?!

He "poofed" into the same room with his wings out. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Blade: Good. Liam and I made pancakes for you.

Liam: Yeah. It's the first time in years Blade has helped me make breakfast.

Blade smiled and nodded.

Blade: Thanks to you, Melvin, I'm becoming more helpful in the household. Liam really appreciates me helping him.

"That's a good sign," Melvin smiles a bit. "Perhaps my deed here is done."

Liam: Already? But we've only had you for a few days.

"Really?" He blinked a few times. "Huh...I thought that several weeks passed. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself; I don't remember time travels this slow, hehe..."

Liam nodded.

Liam: Well, if you get the feeling you gotta go, then you gotta go. Thank you for helping us, Melvin. You're truly a lifesaver.

Liam and Blade both gave Melvin a hug.

He did a light yellow blush on his face, that almost matched his hair.

Blade: Well, I'll be calling Zoralth to see if he has a job for me.

Blade got out his phone and called Zoralth.

Melvin was swirling around, saying something about never being hugged before and how joyful it felt to him. Regardless, Zoralth picked up the phone. "Ah, Blade, there you are!" He says on the other end. "What're ya callin' for?"

Blade: Hey, Zoralth. Is your company hiring right now? I want to work there.

Melvin continues to spin around, laughing like a complete idiot in the back, he was also hugging Liam too, just spinning him around lightly. "Oh yeah, we are! We're looking for some secretaries, a few technology experts and a project planner."

Blade: That's great, I'm great as a project planner. Do you mind if I come to apply today?

(I'll be off to bed, will you be available tomorrow?) (Yup! 100%) (Okay, see you tomorrow then.)

"Sure thing! Go ahead and come see me in, perhaps, 20 minutes?" Zoralth asked. "If not, then any time's really available. How about as soon as possible?"

Blade Sure, 20 minutes is fine. I'll go put on a suit and then I'll come there on a bike.

Blade hung up and went upstairs to put on a suit. After he did that, he went downstairs.

Blade: I'm heading to Zoralth's office for a job interview. See you guys later! Liam, good luck at school!

Liam: Thanks, Blade! You too!

Blade walked to the garage, grabbed his bike, got onto it and drove to Zoralth's office.

Melvin put Liam down, sitting down on a chair. "Phew...I'm dizzy now, my excitement's gone now, hehe...sorry bout that"

Liam: *chuckles* It's okay. Well, I gotta go to school now, so I'll see you later.

Liam grabbed his backpack and went to school. It was Friday, so there was one more day before the weekend.

Melvin nods and waves. He then begins eating his breakfast that he was given by them earlier.

(Sorry, I was playing GTA Online.)

Blade made it to Zoralth's office. He parked the bike and walked inside. He then went to the receptionist.

Blade: Excuse me, I'm here for Zoralth Masenko. Is he available?

"Let me check for him, hun." A brown female wolf says as she auto-dials Zoralth's number. "May I have your name, please?" she looks to Blade.

Blade: Blade Eastwood.

She nods and the phone picks up. "Mr. Masenko, I got someone here named Blade Eastwood who would like to see you." She went quiet for a minute, nodded, and said, "Alright, I'll bring him in." She hangs up the phone and looks back to Blade. "He says that you're welcome in his office. It's on the top floor. Once you step out, he'll be right there in front of you."

Blade: Alright, thank you.

Blade stepped into the elevator and went to the top floor. When he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Zoralth.

Blade: Hey, Zoralth!

He had his dragon claws on the table he was at, and what was funny was that his claws stuck out from his shoes. He had the digitigrade legs most dragons have, and his horns were curved back along with his purple spikey hair. He put his feet down and stood up upon seeing Blade. "Hey, Blade!" He walks up to him, arms out. "How's it going!"

Blade: I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. So, I'm here for that job interview.

(I have to prepare for work, so I don't think I'll see you again until night falls in The Netherlands. See you tonight!) (Yup, later x3)

"Ah yes, right, take a seat!" Zoralth goes back to his desk and curls his pointer finger. As he sat down, a chair from the corner floated and landed in front of Zoralth's desk.

Blade sat down in the chair.

Blade: So...Where do I begin?

"Right," Zoralth leans in towards Blade in a comfortable distance. "Let me give you a scenario. Say, for instance, a game must be made in a certain deadline, like, a month. What is the first thing you would suggest to your team members on how to keep the game development stablized?"

(Just got back from a walk.)

Blade: I would suggest to even out the work on all aspects of the game.

"Alright," Zoralth nods and keeps a mental note. "What would you do if you don't have the storyboard for your game done yet?"

Blade: Work overtime so I have more time to work on the storyboard.

He nods. "One more thing: Say that one of your important team member for your game creation or whatever assignment you're placed in, called in sick. How would you combat this issue?"

Blade: I'd appoint a reliable team member to fill in for that person to keep the momentum going.

"Good, good," Zoralth states and brings out his rather normal but scaley hand. "You got yourself the job."

Blade smiled and shook Zoralth's hand.

Blade: Thank you, Zoralth. When do I start?