He didn’t want to do this, he HATED doing stuff like this. Yet all the time he found himself dragged into more and more dangerous situations, as if fate itself had taken a grudge against him living and decided that the world and all of existence had seen enough of Rizer Crude. This was all so scary too, the fighting the artifacts, the people, all of it was freaky and unreal. Granted he himself was freaky and unreal but at least he had a sense of normality about him! Right from the clean cut suit he wore to the inexpensive glasses framed on his nose, normal! What did he want in life? To become a salaryman, marry an ordinary looking woman, have ordinary looking kids, live in the natural family structure and die in boring old peace. So why!? Why did this have to happen to him? Did the mere fact of his birth mean that he would never attain the happiness he seeked? Really this was impossible! This was nigh impossible! They were monsters, scary demons released from hell! Each and every one of them, where was his sanity? His normality?! ”Why am I doomed to this life of misery and decay!?” Rizer screamed, holding his head while sinking to his knees in sorrow. Where was he? The Smithsonian museum, having watched the entire happenings as he was too afraid to encounter the thief, at most he had determined that some sort of artifact was being used and that was it. The exact artifact and the nature still unknown, maybe he had more than one, but hiding behind exhibits and shivering underneath fake rocks and dinosaur bones didn’t help one bit in his search. In fact his findings had basically been something they assumed from the start, so naturally his older brother and partner in crime was pissed, and pissed all the same because they didn’t fight. Rizer glanced towards his shadow with a look that bordered on tears, and what he saw was his shadow, yet not. The form was all wrong, it didn’t look like Rizer at all with the spikey hair, and athletic frame visible even beneath that murky darkness.
”Rizer, you suck! You coward! How dare you be my flesh and blood! Let me strangle you already! LET ME KILL YOU!” The shadow made grand gestures and mimed strangling something with its hands, only making Rizer shrink back in fear before trying to run from his own shadow despite knowing full well the futility of the matter. That shadow was the other soul inside of him, the second owner of this body and the original owner. His older twin brother Waver Velvet. The two had different names to assume some sort of individuality from each other and they certainly didn’t look alike. Fraternal twins were what they were, not identical, if they were identical perhaps it would’ve been easier to get along with his overbearing brother. ”You do it, you do it! I quit! They’re monsters, freaks of nature! I don’t wanna die! Bro, you take care of it!” Rizer’s shadow stopped moving about and crossed its arms, a smoking stick in one of its hands which it put towards its head before blowing out a small cloud. ”Nah. Seeing you run around screaming is funny as hell. I’ll come out when the situation calls for it. Besides, even if I didn’t want to admit it, your stronger than I am when it comes to close quarters, and a place like this is bad for my guns. Which I hope you’re takin’ care off. Drop that case and I’ll crush your skull.” Rizer glanced towards the giant case around his back, huffing a tired sigh at the unfairness of it all. Waver treated that trunk like trash when he was in control, but expected him to take care of it like the most important thing on the earth. Jerk. Rizer set the case down and sat on top of it, placing a hand over his face as he thought of what to do next. ”I want a break.”