Chapter Four: Too Close for Comfort
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Partner, tell me what you think, then add some of Mana to it and we can continue on! Hope you like it.
To say he was...suspicious, was an understatement.
The Dictator was used to everyone being intimidated by him. Even his most loyal of followers were quite shaky and timid when they reported to him. but this time it was different. The group of thieves he had been using the last few months to collect the tablet pieces had always struck him as different. If they had been frightened of him in previous encounters they had covered it up exceptionally well, but now it was clear to him the two bandits who had come to him tonight with their latest recovered treasure were rather worried and flustered; they had something to hide.
"Is there anything else for you, Dictator?" the gruff voice of Raphael questioned, bringing the ruler of Dragons out of his trance like state. Glacing down at the two males kneeling before him, his smirked slightly; no one kept secrets from him.
"Yes, where is you friend tonight? I wanted to congratulate him as well on your success." Seto grinned, immediately seeing the quick unspoken panic expressed between the mercenaries. After a short pause, Varon scratched the back of his head, biting his lip before beginning a rambling excuse he hoped would through their employers interrogation.
"Well, like we said, he worked SO hard this time...and eh...well...he was exhausted after his escape." the brunette exasperated, continuing at the icy dictators curious look, an eyebrow raised and sharp blue eyes questioning his every move and word. "So we thought he should get the chance to rest and we would deliver the tablet ourselves this time..."
"But don't worry, he'll be ready to work on the next clue once he's had a good nights sleep." the blonde interrupted, hoping that his words would mean the end of the matter.
Closing his eyes and standing up from his seat on the altar, the Dragon Kingdom ruler turned away from the duo, to instead gaze at the still incomplete stone picture of the beast that would bring his victory.
"I see," he murmured, still without looking back at the two thieves he was addressing. As another wave of silence greeting them, the other two men stood as well. When they heard no other commands, Raphael picked up their wages and the next clue from the ground, while Varon looked over his shoulder, staring at the now open temple doors.
"Well then...guess, we'll just go home and turn in ourselves, nighty night..." Varon joked, slowly backing away, ready to rush out the door. Maybe they were fortunate, and now they could leave without risking the Dictator discovering the truth...
No such luck.
"Hold it." Seto firmly commanded, the mercenaries stopping in the tracks of escape, only to see a smirk on the lips of the Dictator once more. "I still wish to pay my respects. So...I'll go with you."
"What? But but you..." Varon began to stutter, before he was elbowed in the ribs by his taller blonde friend, who also cast a scary look at the other, clearing telling him one thing. 'Shut up, before you make things worse.'
On hearing no further complaints, and satisfied by the state the other two men were in, the blue eyed male descended the steps, walked past his hired help and headed outside into the calm evening air. A guard was ordered to fetch the Dictator horse, along with an escort while he accompanied the thieves back to their hideout.
This wasn't going to end well.
--
"Damn it," a curse was muttered in the small kitchen, as the red headed bandit tried desperately to find the jar of honey in the cupboard, but nothing was where it should have been.
Sighing, Amelda rolled his eyes as he thought about the midnight raids Varon usually did whenever he woke hungry in the early hours of the morning. And his poor comrades had to always wake up and find the place in shambles. The cocky criminal was annoyed at the best of times, but when he decided to mess up the entire pantry looking for a midnight snack, it almost drove his two friends insane; Amelda more so, since he was always the one to tidy it up again.
"You'd think it would kill him to clean up this place once in a while instead of leaving it all for me." he muttered to himself, careful in case the girl sitting at the table heard his words. " What am I, his mother?!"
Finally locating the jar lodged right at the back of the cupboard, the thief once again tried to organize himself in making their so called 'hostage', something to eat.
Partner, tell me what you think, then add some of Mana to it and we can continue on! Hope you like it.
To say he was...suspicious, was an understatement.
The Dictator was used to everyone being intimidated by him. Even his most loyal of followers were quite shaky and timid when they reported to him. but this time it was different. The group of thieves he had been using the last few months to collect the tablet pieces had always struck him as different. If they had been frightened of him in previous encounters they had covered it up exceptionally well, but now it was clear to him the two bandits who had come to him tonight with their latest recovered treasure were rather worried and flustered; they had something to hide.
"Is there anything else for you, Dictator?" the gruff voice of Raphael questioned, bringing the ruler of Dragons out of his trance like state. Glacing down at the two males kneeling before him, his smirked slightly; no one kept secrets from him.
"Yes, where is you friend tonight? I wanted to congratulate him as well on your success." Seto grinned, immediately seeing the quick unspoken panic expressed between the mercenaries. After a short pause, Varon scratched the back of his head, biting his lip before beginning a rambling excuse he hoped would through their employers interrogation.
"Well, like we said, he worked SO hard this time...and eh...well...he was exhausted after his escape." the brunette exasperated, continuing at the icy dictators curious look, an eyebrow raised and sharp blue eyes questioning his every move and word. "So we thought he should get the chance to rest and we would deliver the tablet ourselves this time..."
"But don't worry, he'll be ready to work on the next clue once he's had a good nights sleep." the blonde interrupted, hoping that his words would mean the end of the matter.
Closing his eyes and standing up from his seat on the altar, the Dragon Kingdom ruler turned away from the duo, to instead gaze at the still incomplete stone picture of the beast that would bring his victory.
"I see," he murmured, still without looking back at the two thieves he was addressing. As another wave of silence greeting them, the other two men stood as well. When they heard no other commands, Raphael picked up their wages and the next clue from the ground, while Varon looked over his shoulder, staring at the now open temple doors.
"Well then...guess, we'll just go home and turn in ourselves, nighty night..." Varon joked, slowly backing away, ready to rush out the door. Maybe they were fortunate, and now they could leave without risking the Dictator discovering the truth...
No such luck.
"Hold it." Seto firmly commanded, the mercenaries stopping in the tracks of escape, only to see a smirk on the lips of the Dictator once more. "I still wish to pay my respects. So...I'll go with you."
"What? But but you..." Varon began to stutter, before he was elbowed in the ribs by his taller blonde friend, who also cast a scary look at the other, clearing telling him one thing. 'Shut up, before you make things worse.'
On hearing no further complaints, and satisfied by the state the other two men were in, the blue eyed male descended the steps, walked past his hired help and headed outside into the calm evening air. A guard was ordered to fetch the Dictator horse, along with an escort while he accompanied the thieves back to their hideout.
This wasn't going to end well.
--
"Damn it," a curse was muttered in the small kitchen, as the red headed bandit tried desperately to find the jar of honey in the cupboard, but nothing was where it should have been.
Sighing, Amelda rolled his eyes as he thought about the midnight raids Varon usually did whenever he woke hungry in the early hours of the morning. And his poor comrades had to always wake up and find the place in shambles. The cocky criminal was annoyed at the best of times, but when he decided to mess up the entire pantry looking for a midnight snack, it almost drove his two friends insane; Amelda more so, since he was always the one to tidy it up again.
"You'd think it would kill him to clean up this place once in a while instead of leaving it all for me." he muttered to himself, careful in case the girl sitting at the table heard his words. " What am I, his mother?!"
Finally locating the jar lodged right at the back of the cupboard, the thief once again tried to organize himself in making their so called 'hostage', something to eat.