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Cheeseburger #1. Pwnd and Marshmallow #13. A Good Deed
with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270's
Word Count : 623
Daily prompt for 8/7 for my team.
Reida was only halfway through examining the contents of the dead man’s pockets when she heard the closing of the tent flap and the soft pat of Rune’s feet on the leaves. Cursing under her breath, she dug about the insides of her own cloak, looking for the right slip of cloth as he climbed the hill behind her. She pulled out a scarf with a healing sigil and quickly discarded it, then another with a series of air forms. She’d just managed to locate the teleportation cloth when he crested the hill and looked down at where she was crouched.
“Reida, I think we should- What in the name of all the gods is that?”
Reida looked back and forth between the corpse laid out at her feet and the bewildered man, fervently clutching the back of his neck, behind her and pondered the best response. “It’s…a body?”
Rune sighed. “Let me try that again. What are you doing with a dead body?”
“Well,” she said, matter-of-factly, “in a minute I’ll be disposing of it, but I thought I should go through his pockets first. Look, he’s got some nice stuff, doesn’t he?” She held up proudly the wickedly curved dagger she’d found on the man’s belt and Rune groaned.
“Yes, of course, very prudent,” he said. “And he’s dead because…?”
Reida shrugged. “Because I killed him.”
There was a long silence, in which Rune glared at her disapprovingly and she simply grinned back, that ended in her finally tossing the dagger down with the scarves and returning to combing through the man’s pockets.
“If you must know,” she said, “he was an assassin, here to kill you.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“Oh, he’s got it written on a card here in his wallet.” Reida couldn’t help but glance back to catch Rune’s reaction. He only scowled at her harder. She rolled her eyes. “He’s not the first.”
“Sent by your old friends, I take it?”
“No. Yours.” Rune’s jaw fell open at that. “You’re putting a kink in a lot of people’s plans with your little heroics.”
“But…but I’m saving people.” He waved in the direction of the burnt out village from which they’d just come. “Why…? He must be one of yours.”
“Nope.” Reida fished a pair of coins from the purse she’d just relieved the assassin of. “Your people’s money.”
“But still, I mean, that could be…” Rune dropped his hands, completely at a loss.
“Someone doesn’t want these people saved.” Satisfied that she’d rounded up everything of worth, Reida unfurled the last cloth with its string of earth sigils. “Or at least not saved by you.”
Rune was just staring dumbly at the corpse now. Reida shrugged. He’d come around. Or he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter much to her.
“Just how many of these assassins have you, er, disposed of?” he asked, as she positioned the scarf over the man’s chest.
“Maybe half a dozen?”
There was a choking sound from Rune and then it seemed he regained some of his usual composure and judgmental air. “You know, I really don’t approve of this…killing business, even if it is because you’re trying to protect me.”
“Why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Reida activated the sigil and, with a pop and a whoosh, the body vanished, leaving the scarf to float down to the ground where it had lain.
“What did you do with him?”
“Sent him about five miles that way.” Reida pointed with one hand as she scooped up the man’s belongings in the other.
Rune’s mouth hung open for a moment. “I’m going to pretend I still don’t know about this,” he said, turning and stalking back towards camp.
with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270's
Word Count : 623
Daily prompt for 8/7 for my team.
Reida was only halfway through examining the contents of the dead man’s pockets when she heard the closing of the tent flap and the soft pat of Rune’s feet on the leaves. Cursing under her breath, she dug about the insides of her own cloak, looking for the right slip of cloth as he climbed the hill behind her. She pulled out a scarf with a healing sigil and quickly discarded it, then another with a series of air forms. She’d just managed to locate the teleportation cloth when he crested the hill and looked down at where she was crouched.
“Reida, I think we should- What in the name of all the gods is that?”
Reida looked back and forth between the corpse laid out at her feet and the bewildered man, fervently clutching the back of his neck, behind her and pondered the best response. “It’s…a body?”
Rune sighed. “Let me try that again. What are you doing with a dead body?”
“Well,” she said, matter-of-factly, “in a minute I’ll be disposing of it, but I thought I should go through his pockets first. Look, he’s got some nice stuff, doesn’t he?” She held up proudly the wickedly curved dagger she’d found on the man’s belt and Rune groaned.
“Yes, of course, very prudent,” he said. “And he’s dead because…?”
Reida shrugged. “Because I killed him.”
There was a long silence, in which Rune glared at her disapprovingly and she simply grinned back, that ended in her finally tossing the dagger down with the scarves and returning to combing through the man’s pockets.
“If you must know,” she said, “he was an assassin, here to kill you.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“Oh, he’s got it written on a card here in his wallet.” Reida couldn’t help but glance back to catch Rune’s reaction. He only scowled at her harder. She rolled her eyes. “He’s not the first.”
“Sent by your old friends, I take it?”
“No. Yours.” Rune’s jaw fell open at that. “You’re putting a kink in a lot of people’s plans with your little heroics.”
“But…but I’m saving people.” He waved in the direction of the burnt out village from which they’d just come. “Why…? He must be one of yours.”
“Nope.” Reida fished a pair of coins from the purse she’d just relieved the assassin of. “Your people’s money.”
“But still, I mean, that could be…” Rune dropped his hands, completely at a loss.
“Someone doesn’t want these people saved.” Satisfied that she’d rounded up everything of worth, Reida unfurled the last cloth with its string of earth sigils. “Or at least not saved by you.”
Rune was just staring dumbly at the corpse now. Reida shrugged. He’d come around. Or he wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter much to her.
“Just how many of these assassins have you, er, disposed of?” he asked, as she positioned the scarf over the man’s chest.
“Maybe half a dozen?”
There was a choking sound from Rune and then it seemed he regained some of his usual composure and judgmental air. “You know, I really don’t approve of this…killing business, even if it is because you’re trying to protect me.”
“Why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Reida activated the sigil and, with a pop and a whoosh, the body vanished, leaving the scarf to float down to the ground where it had lain.
“What did you do with him?”
“Sent him about five miles that way.” Reida pointed with one hand as she scooped up the man’s belongings in the other.
Rune’s mouth hung open for a moment. “I’m going to pretend I still don’t know about this,” he said, turning and stalking back towards camp.