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Qualapec:
--- Quote ---"Yes, that's what it was" I said patienty as if I was talking to a child, then it dawned on me what she had just implied, "What was it really?"
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She was gorgeous, smooth black hair and dark chocolate skin. Her tight, leather outfit made dark of her skin stand out. If it wasn't for the fact that my situation was clearly one of intense physical endangerment I might have been very attracted...which I wasn't. Not in the least. She opened her mouth to speak, then stopped, coming up with an alternative course of action. As if it would be more ammusing to leave me in the dark. "Oh...It doesn't matter much at this point. Your trial's scheduled for tommorow. And your execution is sheduled for the day after." Good god, at least innocent until proven guilty was an interdimensional constant. Like rats or flesh eating bacteria.
"As a matter of fact," She continued, "you'll be going at the same time as this poor bastard." She motioned to the cell across the hall from mine.
A man lay against the wall, either sleeping, dying or both, hard to tell due to his face being obstructed by a hat pulled down around his eyes. He was probably a little bit older than me with feathery blond hair that severely needed a combing. Almost like my own hair with the exception of color. He also needed a shave. It was one of those situations where he hadn't gone long enough for it to look good.
I blinked up at her, more people than just Debbie? I wondered if he was as innocent as I was. She hadn't acted alone, "How many?"
She sighed tiredly and shrugged, "Enough so that the blocks are busy."
"Yeah, and who are you? The secretary?" I was feeling beligerant.
She gave another, sweet smile, "No, I'm your Guardian..." And my questioning glance she continued, "I believe you would refer to me as a lawyer."
meg_evonne:
My head hurt. I guess being eaten body and soul followed, followed by what? Regurgitation? I was glad I'd been out at the time. Now this gorgeous piece of ass in leather was going to be my "guardian" or "lawyer" or whatever? I started to ask her what the heck was going on because I was seriously lost sticking the events into any logical order, when the huge double, gothic arched door at the end of the alleyway between the cell rows perched atop a short series of steps blasted open.
Two giant grizzly bear minions, blood stained teeth barred drug something, correction someone through the doors. The body bounced off the stairs as they pulled it along and she was swearing up a blue streak with a voice I recognized.
I pushed my "lawyer" aside and grabbed the iron bars of my cell swearing, “You bitch. You rotten damned bitch." I shook the bars and growled out my anger and my frustration, kicking at them for keeping me from tearing apart my recent friend. "What the hell did you have to drag me into whatever you've been doing? Debbie, I'm going to pull you apart."
At my voice, Debbie's swearing stopped abruptly and her black cropped hair framed a lighter toned face than my lawyer with brilliant green eyes. Her mouth was large and cracked open into a huge smile, despite being held upside down by the grizzlies. "JOEY! Hey good to see you."
"Good to see me, my ass!" I followed her as the grizzlies carried her down the cell row. One grabbed her and tossed her over its shoulder as the other opened the cell across the way with the man in the hat. Even as mad as I was at her, I had to admit that her ass looked pretty good. She was still upside down, looking back at me. Geez, back to reality--Joey... "You set me up, you bitch! I've been eaten by something called a Message Hound and vomited back to life, I'm on trial, and I refuse to be hung without at least knowing what it's all about."
"Poor Joey. Can't figure anything out huh? Hey, what happened to your clothes?" The jeans had more or less disintegrated when I attacked the cell wall, splitting and falling off. She giggled and I hit one of the bars so hard my fist crunched. Sort of tough to look angry when you're naked and nursing your aching hand. It didn't help that the man in the hat started laughing at me as well.
The grizzlies dumped her in the cell, more or less on her head, but Debbie bounces. Yep bounces back from injuries fast, bounces back from failed love fast, bounces back when you sock her. She was a fracking bouncing beach ball. I used to love that about her. The grizzlies locked her in and disappeared back up the steps and out the door, slamming it shut behind them.
My "lawyer" smiled, "Well isn't this a happy family now?"
Qualapec:
--- Quote ---My "lawyer" smiled, "Well isn't this a happy family now?"
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I disregarded her and turned to Debbie. In all truth I was torn. A part of me wanted to hit her. To grab her, shake her shoulders and scream at her for getting me into this mess. I didn't want to die, you see. And I'm not one of those heroes that is used to people trying to kill him, so I was under a great deal of stress. But I didn't. I didn't because that wouldn't accomplish anything, and I knew that if we were getting out of this situation she was the one who was going to have to do it. Either her or the guy in the hat. I figured antagonizing them was far from my best interests.
That and...I didn't want to hit her. Even though she'd dragged me into this, I didn't want to cause her any pain. Dare I say, I still cared about her. And you don't hurt people you care about, especially if you don't know why they threw you to the wolves.
The man in the hat spoke up while we stood there in shock, apparently my previous guess of him being asleep or dying were both wrong. He practically sprung to his feet and waved cheerily over at us. "Hey! Debyone!" Debbie, I assumed, "How're you doing?"
She shrugged, "So-so. Business is slow."
He laughed again, "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd steal the Wildflower. Hell! I wanna know how you pulled it off!"
Debbie smiled back. "Oh Andre, you know me, I may be skilled, but I'm not stupid. I would never steal it from the Imperial Palace."
I disregarded Andre in the severly out-dated hat and asked the question that had been bugging me, "So you didn't take it?"
"Oh, I took it all right," She grinned defiantly at my court appointed attourney, "Just not from the Imperial Palace. It kind of...fell in my lap afterwards." She turned to me, no longer mocking, but sorrowful, "Joey. I'm terribly sorry you were pulled into this. I needed a safe place to hide it, and I didn't think they would look for it on Earth."
"Oh, dear Debyone. How naiive you are." Andre said, "The Wildflower is our life source. The search has become far and wide. The King is doing whatever he can to get it back," he ran his thumb over his throat in a menacing way, "You know, lest the Emperor exact in interest what was taken." He gave a wild, ammused chuckle, and I wondered how long he'd been in these dungeons, "As a matter of fact...out of all the people who have had their heads lopped off these last couple days, we're probably the only ones who have actually come into contact with the device in question."
meg_evonne:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on February 28, 2008, 05:19:32 AM ---
"Oh, dear Debyone. How naiive you are." Andre said, "The Wildflower is our life source. The search has become far and wide. The King is doing whatever he can to get it back," he ran his thumb over his throat in a menacing way, "You know, lest the Emperor exact in interest what was taken." He gave a wild, ammused chuckle, and I wondered how long he'd been in these dungeons, "As a matter of fact...out of all the people who have had their heads lopped off these last couple days, we're probably the only ones who have actually come into contact with the device in question."
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I <Joey> opened my mouth to ask a question, all I seem to do this time around, but Andre, dipped his head at my lawyer, "It-say on the alk-tsay in front of the yer-lawsay." I clammed up. My Guardian frowned at me, shot murderous looks towards Debbie and Andre in the other cell and called up the grizzlies to let her out. She exited with them out the gothic doors.
"You had it, you touched it. The Wildflower I mean." I was looking at Andre.
"For a moment in time, yes."
"So you're the one that took it out of the Imperial Palace--not Debbie, thus creating the ‘Off with their Heads’ King? What'd ya do, get caught with the goods before the great escape? Did you toss it out a window to Debbie, who," I shifted my angry gaze to Debbie again, "just happened to be walking by?"
He signed and shifted his legs to get more comfortable on the stone cold floor, readjusted his hat and closed his eyes. I'm not sure--but I think the guy actually fell asleep. Debbie was looking at me like she'd never seen me before. Geez, what had I been a quick lay? Then again thinking about it, when you live my life, that's sort of a complement--especially when Debbie looked like the sexiest thing in at least six parallel worlds. That's all the worlds I’d ever been in; she was pretty damn blasted hot.
Debbie walked over to the cell bars and peered through them at me, "Not bad, Joey. A little bit off, but not by much. There was someone else on the inside too and enough said about that for now. Hey, I missed you."
"Yeah, I bet you did," but my heart did a fast two step.
The gothic doors blasted open again. Didn't anyone in this wild kingdom, just open a door quietly? The guard grizzlies were back. They were intimidating enough, but something tall, skinny, and cloaked in black smoke floated through the door behind them. A stench followed the black smoke that made my dead cell companions smell like roses. Joey, you are out of your league here so far you can't see the ceiling or the floor.
The tall, skinny, floating figure had a gravelly sing-sing voice that I had trouble understanding at first. Was it even talking English? It was agitated, angry, & pretty much didn't look like it planned to wait for the nice trial before loping our heads off. Debbie backed way back in the corner, out of the light from the lit scones. Andre's position didn't shift, he appeared to be sleeping but I caught the tell tail tightening of his stomach. I just stood there like an idiot wondering what else could happen now? It took a bit of concentration but I finally was able to interpret what the cloaked figure was saying.
"It is not working, one of you have damaged it." Andre forgot to pretend to sleep and his back straightened up as he sat, leaning against the cell bars.
Debbie seemed to know what the comment meant. "You mean someone bonded with it? It's found its true soul's owner?" She stared at me in shock and Andre's eyes under his hat opened and shifted to watch me.
"Yes, an unfortunate event, but not insurmountable. Whoever of you is now Wildfire Bound, will serve the King. The other two of you will be executed."
Okay, either option didn’t sound good, especially if the ‘bonded’ person in question had to work with the floating stink bomb…
GWiz:
--- Quote from: meg_evonne on February 28, 2008, 05:58:58 PM ---Okay, either option didn’t sound good, especially if the ‘bonded’ person in question had to work with the floating stink bomb…
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….who turned and guestured vaguely at my cell. The Grizzliess lurched forward and the door popped open. I considered bolting for about a millisecond; the bear brothers looked like they’d run me down before I could get anywhere. Besides, where the hell could I go?
“Bye, Deb,” I called to her as the Grizzlies grabbed my arms in their jaws. “I’d say I’ll be seein’ ya, but the way things are going, that’s not likely, is it?”
“I’m really sorry, Joey! I never thought it would come to this!”
“You never thought, alright. I…”
The bear boys jerked me out of my cell before I could say anything else and drug me down the hallway. I struggled to keep my feet under me as they sped towards the entrance. I felt more than saw the floating goon behind me; of course, if I’d been blind it would have been impossible to miss the stench. The doors banged open and I was blinded by the sunlight. I could hear screaming and yelling, and growling and howling, which did not bode well for Joey-san, I was thinking. With the Grizzlies holding my hands I couldn’t shade my eyes. Then one of them let go and broke into a stumbling run up the stairs. I could see that the stairs I was on now were below ground level; although we were outside, we still had about fifty feet to go before I could see where I was at. I was sqinting up the stairs when Casper the Smelly whatever-he-was went zipping by, trilling a sing-song of twisted syllables. Then something came flying over the edge of the pit our stair was in; actually, several somethings. Big, pale yellow, eight legs, a human-ish torso, and long, green hair was all I had time to see before I was shoved to the ground. A huge, wet splash coated my back and neck. I knew it was blood. I could smell it. I rolled left until I hit the dirt sides of the stairway. I crouched there for a second debating whether to make a run for freedom as the battle raged, or head back to the relative safety and security of prison.
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