It's pretty cold still, despite the spring winds starting to peek out. I met that vile woman again, Exodus, whom insists that she will have Ragnarok's heart for the day of Saint Valentine. Though I know she will fail, I am writing here to record my embarrassing, love-charmed words. My pen is hitting the paper now, as you are reading, but... I'm so terribly bashful when it comes to this stuff, I admit. I was never a romantic.


"We'd met so casually, You and I,
beneath the shade of leaves and evergreen.
At first, we'd just been exchanging pleasantries,
but soon I found much more empathy."

I recalled the first time we'd met in Vegas Javier, home of the terrifying Griffon, that laid waste to many a pioneer. The greenery was particularly nice that day, but the monsters...not so much. Of course, I'd been followed by a huge train of them, I turned to fire, and shots not of my own rang out, striking the fiends in the head. I looked over with furrowed brows, only for my eyes to widen in awe. A short, brunette male stood, smirking slightly behind purple-tinted sunglasses.

"Your aim is flawless."

I'd said to him, and from then it was just friendly talk. It also had a bit of.... flattery. All I remember besides that was Exodus standing behind him, along with another woman, though the other woman was completely unaffected by my presence.

"I was born a killer, as were you,
but your presence makes me feel...born anew.
I take a moment every day,
just to have thoughts of you cross my way."

I have the urge to lay the pen down, after writing those words 'born a killer.' You could say it is pretty much true. I did not grow up with 'normal' parents. I don't even know who my real parents are. I was founded by a member of the Ferruccio Exploration Team, that had been passing through Ustiur those years ago. When the Ferrucio Team had dissappeared, I had to learn to survive on my own. Of course, at first, I wasn't wielding guns like some sort of desperado. I started out with hand-crafted weapons, and soon moved up to novice 'pioneering.' Gathering mineral and ores were not the most fun, I admit, but soon I'd been able to purchase a gun of my own. Ever since then, it's been an extension of myself....

I'm not sure entirely of Ragnarok's history...but I do know he was some sort of assassin. It pretty much explains his marksmanship, and his...quiet presence. He does have times where he's completely out of the mysterious type, though....

I think I'm blushing.


"Though there's a vile woman, filled with envy and rage,
who tries to kill me everyday.
She says 'I'm not meant for you in any way,'
and soon thoughts of me would just fade away..."

Ah, Exodus, the Envious Elementalist. She's a vile one, definitely. She scorns me whenever I come around, and insists on stealing Ragnarok away from me. Obviously, she's in love with him, and is only angry with me because Ragnarok cannot requite her love. I would compare her to that of a witch, but she is outwardly way too innocent-looking to be called such.

"In perilous situations, we fight side-by-side,
A gun in each hand, and a twinkle in each eye.
Our enemies go down, one by one, and when we're done,
we blow the smoke from our guns."

I haven't seen Ragnarok much lately, but I can only recall all the times we'd fought by eachother's sides; Even made it some sort of sick competition at times to see who could kill fastest. He is cunning alright, and I learn from him every time we meet. But the best memory I have...

"At the end of the day, we lay together,
and I think I finally know..."

I've closed my eyes to keep from tearing happily, while I write the rest of this poem. My hand is sort of shaking, so pardon if my strokes seem...childish. I think I've composed myself now, though..


"We'll always be 'we', forever."

♥

{ Happy Valentine's Day, Pioneers. }