Equestrian: Bizarre Adventures

This wasn’t good day for this man. But calling it a terrible one could be a little too much. Even if people were annoying, payment low and time late, he at least got a mug with Cog Mechanicum. A badass one, that’s for sure. Tired eyes wander through schedule with hours of tram arrival. It sometimes was late, but never too much. His hand clenched on his satchel strap. He didn’t want to lost his price, the best thing he got today. Soon he’ll be home, with time to rest.
When tram finally stopped on his stop, he gladly get out of it. There was one more problem. Living in this neighborhood was dangerous at times. It had specific charm. Poland was full of people which would be delighted with reshaping your face with their fists.

“Got lost there, bitch?” voice echoed through post-communistic stone buildings. Truly, this man wanted to be scary. He tried as hard as he could. Drunk, held bottle of vodka, now empty, so he probably wanted more. Beside that, tracksuit and bald head.

A sigh escaped from tired man mouth. He turned around. Looked at drunk hooligan. People like the baldy here loved this name.
“Come again?” a simple question. Even if things could get shit ton worse.

“Hand over your wallet, phone, bag, watch. Everything. Bitch,” he probably had problems with coming up with something more sophisticated. Either that, or adding bitch at the end of every sentence was the greatest insult he ever heard of.

Another sigh, now followed by running hand through his black messy hair. He looked torpidly at baldy.
“Ain’t gonna happen, fucker. I have more important things to spend MY money on than YOUR chemotherapy,” followed by spit, in general direction of guy in tracksuit.

That straw broke the camel’s back. You almost could see steam running from baldy ears, as he became as red as tomato. He almost immediately jumped on his not bald enemy. But he never got near. Something hit him with such force he fell on the ground holding his face in pain. A lot of curses filled the air. He didn’t even know what hit him. Even if behind man with tired eyes stood grey skinned humanoid, with spikes as long as knife coming out his right forearm. Around left forearm there was a chain. On knuckles it had spikes. With pupil-less eyes, shit eating grin, long black hair, Gene Simmons like makeup and body of a strong man, creature truly looked scary.
“Like I said… ain’t gonna happen,” tired man turned his back on enemy, knowing there is no way he would get up and attack.

Sadly it wasn’t the end for today. Not in the long run. This time it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just some random bald bandit. A creature, looking like robot made of gold and iron stood there, looking without any expression at him. There was one more person, behind the robot. Another men. This time, short, pale, and short haired. He gazed at Grey creature. Without giving a time to react, Gold one attacked, but was quickly blocked by the Grey.

“A stand user? Here… this sure is uncommon. But, I’ll give you one warning. Don’t cross me dude. I have no need nor energy to fight you. Also my Night Lover would kick your ass,” he sounded cocky.

“I am well aware of that fact. Your stand is strong. That’s why you need to disappear. Bye bye,” Gold creature moved hand in strange fashion, a few incomprehensible words from it’s master and tired men fell into swirling mass of colours, madness and pure dizziness. But, it ended as quickly as quickly it begun.

Thus he landed on green, fresh grass. But his stomach didn’t took whatever happened there well, he felt like he needed to puke, even if he didn’t ate much, it still hit him like a truck, as he felt strange taste in his mouth and let it all out. Few more curses followed, as he wiped the rest of puke from his lips.

“Don’t move here mister!” that was strange, feminine voice, but she didn’t spoke polish like earlier. It was english. He couldn’t tell what english.

He looked around just to notice a griffon. That caught him off guard. Griffons did not exist in his world, talking hawks also did not. Human tried to catch as much her features as he could. Slate blue feathers, light grey fur, black claws and yellow eyes, full of fear.

“Keep calm there lassie, ain’t gonna hurt ya’. Just calm down,” he didn’t knew why, but he used bizarre mixture of various english from his world whenever he talked. Probably because of games he played, and music he listened to.

That truly was a strange day.

TO BE CONTINUED...