Daddy Hollmey.

“Home, sweet home, where are you Jane?” John froze as he heard the voice shouting from the hallway. Why? Because they had just gotten out of the tub and he was currently naked with the what he could safely assume be the daughter of the person that just entered. John did his best to quickly gather his clothes and throw them on. Rave was just as hasted in getting dressed. For entirely different reasons though as became clear as she stormed out of the bathroom without thinking about John, who was trying to pull his pants up as his belt acted up, for a moment.

“I am glad that you are back!” She said and hugged her father which was standing right outside the bathroom. “Hello glad, I am Dad.” And thus John had to repress the urge to facepalm as he put on his socks. “I take it you just took a shower?” “A shower and a bath actually.” “Bathroom fittings aren’t cheap, how much did they cost?” The urge got stronger and John carefully stepped out of the bathroom. “Hello.” He said carefully and used Observe.

Regan Hollmey, Lvl 46

Abyssal Power Dad

Age 47, a member of the Abyss Auction. Middle ranks. Rich and a free spirit he loves to collects things and make bad puns also known as ‘Dad jokes’.

Relationship Points: 2

Emotions: Proud, Proud, Curious.

‘Proud two times?’ John wondered. “Oh, did you finally get a boyfriend Jane?” Regan asked. “Nah, he is just a friend.” That stung, slightly, he would do his best to cover that comment in memories of her sucking his dick. “Just a friend huh…”, again, covering that with layers of handjobs. He would need to gather some more handjob memories. Regan narrowed his eyes but remained cheery, “Your friend wouldn’t be the Gamer, John Newman, by any chance?”

“How does everybody know about me?” John asked. “It’s all over the Abyss Auction, pal.” Regan answered and Rave let go of him so her dad could extend his hand to John. Unsure what else to do John took it and they shaked hands. “How long are you going to stay?” She asked. “Not long, I have to leave around midnight again. How about we eat something? You are welcome to join us, Newman.” John kind of wanted to say no. Something about Regan gave him the creeps. Might be the high-level, his house, his jokes or the uncaring attitude he had towards the fact that somebody left the bathroom with his daughter. Might be the way he was dressed as well.

Regan Hollmey was a man of average height, with brown hair and a three-day beard. He didn’t look bad, on the contrary he would have looked pretty good for his age if it weren’t for the dark rings under his eyes that indicated an **** lack of sleep. He had the outfit of a private detective mixed with business tie and a green fedora with a leopard pattern strap wrapped around it. He looked weird.

However the way Rave looked at John urged him to stay. John resigned himself to an “Okay.” And Regan happily clapped his hands together and brought them up to his cheek in an attempt to look cute. “Great I already brought pizza anyway.” He said and pulled a cartoon out of nowhere. John was dumbstruck, he thought only he had that ability. “I am afraid it has gotten cold though.” Regan added, causing even more confusion. Inside his own inventory things were preserved in the state he initially put them inside. “It’s a dimensional pocket, they cost a lot but dad gets his sponsored from the Abyss Auction.” Rave whispered into his ear.

“Now, now, children you can flirt when I am gone.” Regan said and marched towards one of the dining rooms. The one he picked had the look of a food commercial from the sixties. He sat down, opened the box (It was a normal pepperoni pizza, thank god) and sliced the thing with the tip of his finger. ‘A rather unorthodox usage of martial arts.’ John thought, noticing the blue aura around the man’s hand.

“So, what is that Abyss Auction?” It was a question he wanted to ask for a bit now but didn’t get around to. “Ah, a good question young man, however a better question would be why Jane didn’t show it to you yet.” “Because he has no money.” Rave answered between two bites of pizza. “Like, none, even less than Baldy.” “You shouldn’t talk about Travolta like that.” “Why not?” “Because he owes me money. So, unless your friend here already took student loans he has more than Travolta.” Rave nodded, “I guess, man Baldy really is poor.”

What was this? How did he get from receiving a handjob in the bathtub to speaking to these two about Travolta on a breakfast table with a white and neon-blue square pattern that, frankly, hurt his eyes. “Show it to him when he gets some money then.” Regan concluded. “Now I want to ask a question! How have you two met?”

“Well, after I stalked Moi-Moi for a bit I randomly heard Johny here speak about his abilities and then….” She told the whole story. At the part where a Wall Shadow threatened his daughter Regan seemed to be slightly pissed. Slightly in this case meant that the glass of water in his hand exploded. “Well, they got what was coming for them.” Regan just said as he heard that the monster had killed the Rockers. The story ended with the two proposals between the guilds John had received. “You know I would be a lot happier if you would train in safe conditions.” Finally, some normal daughter-father conversations. “But safe is so booooooring.” Rave complained and wiggled her legs under the table. “Also, there are no good martial arts teachers in these parts.” “True. So, Gamer, you joined Collide then.” It wasn’t a question. “Travolta must have been very happy about that.”

“He actually looked very indifferent.” “Did he scream at you yet?” John made a puzzled expression, “Ehm, no?” “Then he is as happy as the grumpball gets. Speaking of Travolta, he is coming with me.” That seemed a bit more important to be mentioned in such an offhanded manner. “Jimmie too?” “No, he is booked already. Something about a hospital.” John nodded to himself, there had been some mention of that.

“Well, I will be leaving my daughter in your care then, John.” Regan said with a glance towards the Gamer that sent shivers down his spin. “More like leaving him in my care.” Rave laughed and grabbed another slice of pizza. John didn’t feel like eating anymore. “Anything else going on while I was gone?” “We got a new history teacher.” Rave said, “You know who.” “Oh? Well, as long as we stay away from her we shouldn’t run into any problems. She has an agreement with us after all.” John was left in the dark what that exchange meant. New history teacher? That could only be Ms Wentworth. “What about her?” John asked. “We don’t know the details but we have worked out a deal that we stay out of each other’s faces. I suggest you do the same unless you want to end like this.” He pointed at the half-eaten pizza. John didn’t get the exact meaning but the message was pretty clear. “Okay then.” He agreed. “I will just keep killing Ghosts in the forest.”