Watching his newest Host stumble through her acting as a cannon fodder was physically painful. Her facial expression was constantly stiff, her smile didn't reach her eyes and her accent was utterly fake. For some reason, whenever she used her magic, she yelled out a needlessly long and complicated name while uselessly flailing her hands as if it meant something. Honestly, he was starting to think that she had gotten the wrong idea.
He had already filed for a new Host but, unfortunately, he would need to stick with this one until the mission was finished.
System 3298, more commonly referred to as Ira by his fellow Systems, sighed gracelessly where he was sitting on a patch of dead grass next to a pitched tent. Because this was his Host's first world, the Tutorial Mode had been activated upon her request. Unfortunately, this made him possess another of the mob characters around her in order to guide and teach his Host more efficiently how it was done.
He came to to the sound of something hitting the door. With a frown and bleary glare for whoever dared to wake him when he had a headache, Cale rose his head from his pillow and coughed lightly due to the dust in the air.
"Yes?" he mumbled out and hoped they would go away soon.
"Young Master?" he didn't recognize the voice. "Young Master, breakfast is ready. You need to get up and eat."