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In the morning haze, under the final flickers of the street lights, Badrick Blackwood V found himself lying on a park bench - precisely 20 minutes before the scheduled start of his team's training session. His reward for a night of debauchery was a pulsating headache which threatened to pop his eyes out of their socket - and he had felt like the mist around him had absorbed every last drop of water he had in his body. However, this wasn't Badrick's first time coming 'unprepared' to training - a flash of his WATER PISTOL during each morning check-in was enough to blind the gaffer and dull his tongue - he knew there wouldn't be a problem. As an improvised means of transportation, Badrick resorted to using a for-rent electric scooter, one of many scattered on the pavements of Seoul. He didn't pay, of course - he used his bull-like calf strength to use it akin to a children's kick scooter. The alarm rattled and beeped all throughout his journey, but Badrick didn't mind. As he rode, he felt his phone vibrate. His wallpaper, Louis Ashworth's wife, was Badrick's way of giving himself a little morale booster throughout the day. The aforementioned vibration was Rachel, the assistant of Predrag Dobrić, shooting him a message. "Fly me out again ;)?" she pleaded. "Block list fi yuh" was all that Badrick muttered, the aspirated sounds of his patwah tongue destroying the air particles in front of him.
He finally arrived to the training ground, about 20 minutes late. The gaffer didn't seem to mind, and Badrick was placed straight into a training drill to practice his crossing, still clad in the clothes from the night before. His head still pulsated, and with each heavy kick of the ball he could feel his knees weaken. Nonetheless, he kept running down the touch line and making crosses. The gaffer seemed pleased - and Badrick entered a flow state, picturing himself as a gazelle running from the beasts of the savanna. But these visions soon skewed - the gazelle began malignantly deforming - its skin became pale, its horns larger, it grew 3 udders and its eyes became the most piercing hue of blue. It chanted its name: "Ai-Deccan, Ai-Deccan." The white demon sent an impulse of cold, sharp pain through the length of his head. "Ai-Deccan, am I. My Title Though Be, Crimson Moise." "Weh yuh waan?" Badrick desperately exclaimed. The extent of the demon's hideousness was difficult to perceive - Badrick could feel the synapses of his brain struggling to keep up with the range of sensations that were attempting to reach him. "Babylon ago fall, Babylon ago fall..." Badrick plead, trying to console himself. "This Minion of Mine, Al-desk, Will Oversee You, That You Are Duly Tormented." A flash of white overcame him. For a moment, he could not see anything, and he wondered if he had succumbed to the demons and entered the next life. He very quickly realized this was not the case, as he opened his eyes to to the painful sight of the bright sky. His teammate, Díabhí Barr, rushed over to help him, but Badrick soon realized he couldn't make a sound, that he couldn't blink, that he couldn't move any muscle in his body. All he could do is lay there motionless, as the training session in Seoul came to a halt.
He finally arrived to the training ground, about 20 minutes late. The gaffer didn't seem to mind, and Badrick was placed straight into a training drill to practice his crossing, still clad in the clothes from the night before. His head still pulsated, and with each heavy kick of the ball he could feel his knees weaken. Nonetheless, he kept running down the touch line and making crosses. The gaffer seemed pleased - and Badrick entered a flow state, picturing himself as a gazelle running from the beasts of the savanna. But these visions soon skewed - the gazelle began malignantly deforming - its skin became pale, its horns larger, it grew 3 udders and its eyes became the most piercing hue of blue. It chanted its name: "Ai-Deccan, Ai-Deccan." The white demon sent an impulse of cold, sharp pain through the length of his head. "Ai-Deccan, am I. My Title Though Be, Crimson Moise." "Weh yuh waan?" Badrick desperately exclaimed. The extent of the demon's hideousness was difficult to perceive - Badrick could feel the synapses of his brain struggling to keep up with the range of sensations that were attempting to reach him. "Babylon ago fall, Babylon ago fall..." Badrick plead, trying to console himself. "This Minion of Mine, Al-desk, Will Oversee You, That You Are Duly Tormented." A flash of white overcame him. For a moment, he could not see anything, and he wondered if he had succumbed to the demons and entered the next life. He very quickly realized this was not the case, as he opened his eyes to to the painful sight of the bright sky. His teammate, Díabhí Barr, rushed over to help him, but Badrick soon realized he couldn't make a sound, that he couldn't blink, that he couldn't move any muscle in his body. All he could do is lay there motionless, as the training session in Seoul came to a halt.
