#11 - Acid: Darwin
Who: Alexander Charles “Darwin” Watts & Sabine Solzyr
What: #11- Acid
When: “Current” - Some time after his return to life.
Where: Siren’s Port - sirenspull
Rating: PG-13 - Swearing, mention of blood, monsters.
Note: Darwin, monsters and Sabine are my creations, characters and NPCs used in the world/game of Siren’s Pot. The mention of Tinker however is not mine but aarons and referenced to other details of the city. Mention of 'Joe' is also not mine but Kelly's boy child and referenced to events in the game. As always, not edited. :|
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“Jesus!” He yelled, jumping back and scrambling across the crumbled, withered, paint flecked hall of the old Greenback Bowling Lanes; the building having no defences against the Darkness at night. Even by day old bowling alley was condemned, deemed unfit back in the 90’s to be used for anything more then squatters. After the first AGI slave raid on the building a year or two later the windows were broken, boarded up but not proofed. At night the darkness seeped in and took it over.
This wasn’t uncommon to find buildings like this in the city. There were always run down buildings that got left abandoned and forgotten, loved only by the homeless who took them over in attempts to live for free and out of sight from slavers, whitecoats and the night. The buildings were only truly abandoned when the night managed to overthrow the darkness proofing and seep in, spreading terror through the walls of soon forgotten buildings.
It was in this one long forgotten bowling alley that Darwin found himself, out on a nights adventure and investigating something new for the books. At the moment he found himself wide eyed and on the floor, moving backwards like a rather spirited crab, hands and feet lifting his body off the broken lane and move past three more, tripping only as his hand slipped in one mucky lane gutter.
The creature before him had found its home inside a ball port, one of those small islands in between each lane that shoved the balls back to the player to bowl with once more. He thought he had heard something and perhaps it was a bad idea to try and investigate, but he didn’t figure it would be as bad as all this. After all, it was a small space. A gutter-roach maybe, some form of ooze even? But not this.
It had to stand as tall as the roof, thin and glob like, dripping parts of its body over the ball port, the broken chairs and tables, and the lane itself. He thought, perhaps something small, fuzzy and with fangs.
The strange creature sucked back up inside of the ball port and trailed through it, clearly moving somewhere else. And why wouldn’t it? Those ball ports connected to the back, to the ten pen system, to all the other ball ports. When that thought broke through the startled cloud of his mind he was moving, on his feet again, hearing something move under the gutter he had tripped on. As he managed to gain a foot hold again he felt it, a drip to his back, burning.
His hands grabbed at his jacket, hauling it off over his head almost instantly. He knew that burning, sizzling sound well, the feel of it starting to rip into his flesh already. It was fast acting acid. His jacket was in ruins, dropped on the ground and sizzling, curling, melting away as if it were a simple plastic on fire. His shirt had a hole in the back, burned into his skin, or so it felt.
Blood. he could smell that already. “Nooot good...” He whimpered to himself, back tracking farther away from this creature in the pipe system. His mind was already a jumble of thoughts.
Acid. Why does it always have to be acid? It’s an ooze like creature? A new one? Something different? It’s fast. Why is it so fast? Shit, this burns... come on, regenerate already. Too dark to tell what color it was. Grayish? No face. Did it have a face? Shit, I hate acid, it’s damn cold in here. Where’s my pack. Easily stretched twelve foot tall. The floors didn’t burn when it dripped on it though. Why did it--Holy mother of Earth!
His thoughts were cut off. He had gathered enough gumption to get moving, headed back to his work case, intending to grab it and get out through the broken window he had crawled through. There were plenty of things outside tonight that one should be scared of, and most of them he had wrote about, witnessed or battled. His sword was on his hip still, attached at belt and there if he needed it, but he was now shirtless in the darkness in winter with a delightfully yummy smell of blood on his back.
His case? It was covered in a long thick jelly like substance that slithered snake like over it, around it, and towards him. His mind went blank for just that moment before kicking in on what the hell was going on. When he glanced back to the lanes he noticed the ooze monster was no longer there.
“Faast...” he hissed to himself, realizing now what he was coming up against. His mind ran at a fast speed, processing more of what he was seeing. Oozze. A blob. No form. Large. Grayish. Mostly clear. Looks like it collects dirt and dust. Could be clear. Something inside of it, down in the mid regions. When it flattens out it looks solid, skull like. Maybe another monster. There IS a head to it. It eats. The pointed end, the bubbles... they look like they are watching me. It’s checking me out. A mother perhaps? Died here in the end maybe. Had children here? Oh please don’t let there be children. I hate when there are children.
Moving away from his things he pulled his sword out, keeping it at hand and ready. Sure, it was pointless with a monster like this, but it made him feel better. he didn’t really... fear it. He didn’t really fear much of anything. Death didn’t effect him after all, but pain sure as hell did. If he didn’t get out of here with his brains intact anyhow he wouldn’t remember it, so he had to do his best.
What a way to start work again.
His boots crushed something, distracting him for just a moment as he stumbled backwards towards the broken down snack bar. First rule of the Darkness was? It’s always hungry. If it’s not in constant pain and agony it’s starving. This was no different. He didn’t back to the snack bar for food though, not in the general sense, but in the ironic sense. While searching around earlier he had found exactly what he could use for a distraction right now. It was heartless, some people would say, but the Darkness was heartless, in the end. It would be back tomorrow anyhow.
Leaning over the counter he found it again, a small, one foot sized little creature, something else he had to add into the blogs later as an interesting but nearly none lethal mundane critter. That is if it didn’t get its teeth into you. It took a full day to regrow his arm last time.
He wasn’t sure what to call it yet, but grabbing the fuzzy little creature that seemed all fur and teeth he hauled it, fighting, over the counter, waved it around to get the attention of the slimy gutter ooze snake, and chucked it. The moment he was sure it had taken the bait he moved, darting back towards the door, hands grabbing his case and moved for the window.
It was curiosity that paused him, stopping to look back to the creature, expecting it to have swallowed the fuzzy darkness but instead found it... rolling it around? Like a cat with a toy, it was pushing the little creature around, coiling around it and playing with it. Perplexed, he stood by the broken window, watching the weird snake like thing push the scrambling creature around, only to watch it melt away into a smoking acidic puddle of muck.
“I really hate acid...” he muttered, a hand reaching back to feel his half regenerated shoulder, hissing. It was going to be a long night getting home.
And why did it have to be so cold?
. . .
Sometime later, crashing through the door of the antiques shop very early in the morning, Darwin sighed, turning to push the shop doors closed again, locking them up. It wasn’t time to open, but at least for now he was safe and sound.
He needed a shower, some clean bandages, a shirt and something to wipe the blood off his poor abused sword. The way home had been disastrous, like he was new at this kind of job or something.
“Coffee?” A smooth voice came from behind the far counter, near the back.
“Cleaner!” he called out, pushing off the door with a weary shove and sliding his feet as he walked through the old shop, past wooden dressers, clocks, old paintings, cabinets of knickknacks, tchotchkes, gewgaws, baubles, doohickeys and worthless trinkets that were worth more then one might think, lamps with elegant glass shades, sculptures, watches, broaches, keys, and occasionally a demi-tea cup with broken scarcer. Though he was tired and dragging he moved through the cramped and crowded cluttered shop with ease.
“Bad night?” the smooth voice asked, sticking her head out from behind a door way to the back. Her skin was nearly as black as night with hair as white as snow; one could say she was the perfect reverse snow white with fairy like features and pointed sharp ears. Now a days people just considered her exotic, but back in her time she was a fine and upstanding member of Drow society; a rare find in these times.
“You could say that again.”
“Bad night.” She said in more of a confirming tone. Leaning on a tall glass counter with a cup of coffee in hand she watched her shirtless employer drop off his case, pulling items form it. With a sharp dark pointed finger extending from around her coffee mug she added, “Nice scar. Too bad it wont stay that way.”
Turning to look over his shoulder, Darwin shifted, looking back at a mirror, frowning. “New critter. Acid. I really--”
“Hate Acid. I know. Which jacket did you lose this time?”
“The yellow one.”
“Bummer. I really liked that one.”
“You’re telling me.” he sighed, sitting the sword on the counter. “Mind cleaning this up for me? Thanks Sabine.” And as he passed her he swiped her cup of coffee, wandering through to the back and sipping it. It was too sweet.
“Get your own! And I damn well mind if it’s acid covered!” The girl barked, showing a glare at his retreating back.
“Just blood. A bit of tar. Ran into some trouble on the way home. Hey, call Tinker for me? I need a shirt. Where did I put that phone...” He said, the later more in mumbles to himself, letting his mind wander in three different directions while he spoke out loud.
The girl frowned even harder, following just a few steps into the back room, staring at him. “I wouldn’t mind you staying shirtless for a while.” And with a moments glance, reached out to a table, plucked up the cell phone and tossed it to him without another word about it. Instead she started in again. "You really should call that Joe kid back. The one about the spiders?"
"I know. I'm working on that."
"Oh really? It's been over half a year."
"I was indisposed." He stated while rummaging around in a dresser for a shirt.
"The fact that you lost your mental functions for a few months doesn't mean you can't call back and thank him for those pictures. Who knows... you could get him to do more leg work for you and take a break for yourself."
There was a seriously dark tone to his voice now. "No. Last thing I want is a kid walking around out there risking his neck for a few good pictures and information."
"You do it all the time." Sabine mused, knowing where he was headed with it but didn't mind giving him a hard time over it.
"It's different with me." And pushing on a overly strong and charming rogue grin he looked over at his employee. "I've got you to come home to after all. No wonder I keep returning to life."
"In your dreams, Boss." It was a fact that neither of them were attracted to each other in that way. She liked those more like her, tall, thin, dark skinned, Drow where he... already had his heart given to someone else. Hell, for all anyone knew a part of his heart sat in a jar on that persons shelf.
It was a nice feeling to have someone like Sabine around though. Someone who outlived most everyone else around, like him, and that he could trust fully not only with his shop but his identity and life.
What would he do with out her?
After another pause the girl sighed, puffing stray hairs out of her eyes. A bit disgruntled sounding she mumbled. “I’m not calling the old man though. You do it.”
Darwin sighed, finding and pulling a thin white shirt over his body, feeling gross and more then a little weary at the moment; his body desiring the fresh hot water of a new clean morning more then anything. “What do I pay you for again?” He asked in the sarcastic form of the question.
“To watch your damn shop for months on end, years even, as you run off, gallivanting across the city and getting yourself killed for who knows how long! You don’t pay me enough to deal with your affairs outside of this shop, Dar.”
She had a point. He frowned, rubbing at his grimy jaw, fingers running over a small cut that just a hour before had been a large gash. The last time they had talked it didn’t go so well. He got ordered, no, kicked out out the elder Drows workshop. Turning to lean on a table he stared at his feet, thinking it all over.
“It was your fault, you know. Just call him yourself and go fix it. Two years is nothin’ to him. Nothing to you either. Don’t know why you two can’t make up and deal with it. Wasn’t like you stormed out and went missing for ever. Oh wait... yes it was.” She chirped in a sing song like manner, returning to the coffee pot to make herself another cup. “What do you need him for anyhow?”
The young man looked bothered, a hand reaching back to scratch at the new scar on his back. It would go away soon, like they always did, but i still bothered him. “Armor.”
Sabine laughed a short dark laugh, as if the boy said something so outrageous she couldn’t contain such a horrible sound. “Why would he of all people make you armor?”
“Because I’m asking him?” It was a honest statement. He was sure if he asked Tinker he would make it. He was sure if he asked Tinker for anything the Drow would do it, even if he seemed like he wouldn’t or acted like he wouldn’t, he was sure it would be done.
Of course that would come with a price.
“Why would you ever think he would want to do something to spare your life? How many times has he electrocuted you, shot you, shocked you, cut you up, frozen you and done other unmentionable things to you?!”
“I didn’t mind...” He mumbled, smiling awkwardly. “It was for science.” And then some. But that had been years and years ago. Long before he remembered who he was. Long before he was as independent as he was now.
“Science my ass! He gets his rocks off to harmin’ you. You’re such a sap.”
Grinning, he tilted his head, a hand pushing the hair away from his face. “Yeah well... it’ll be worth it in the end.” He punched up a number on the cell phone style NetVice, pausing at the last digit. Over the edge of the device he could see the girl standing, arms crossed and a sour look on her face. He sighed. “Look... it’ll be worth it. At least around him you know I’ll be safe if I die? I’ll be back in a few days, tops. That’s if this doesn’t go well.”
There was a pause and a bit of a devious grin on his face. And if it goes really well I might just stay there for a little while, heh... Ah, but he shook that naughty thought out of his mind, punching the last number and starting towards another exit, to the basement. “It’ll be fine! mind the store while I’m away!”
“It’s what you pay me fore, jackass...” Sabine mumbles, throwing her hands up and returning, with a new cup of coffee, to the counter, ready to clean the nights deadly adventure games off the poor short sword.
What: #11- Acid
When: “Current” - Some time after his return to life.
Where: Siren’s Port - sirenspull
Rating: PG-13 - Swearing, mention of blood, monsters.
Note: Darwin, monsters and Sabine are my creations, characters and NPCs used in the world/game of Siren’s Pot. The mention of Tinker however is not mine but aarons and referenced to other details of the city. Mention of 'Joe' is also not mine but Kelly's boy child and referenced to events in the game. As always, not edited. :|
~*~
“Jesus!” He yelled, jumping back and scrambling across the crumbled, withered, paint flecked hall of the old Greenback Bowling Lanes; the building having no defences against the Darkness at night. Even by day old bowling alley was condemned, deemed unfit back in the 90’s to be used for anything more then squatters. After the first AGI slave raid on the building a year or two later the windows were broken, boarded up but not proofed. At night the darkness seeped in and took it over.
This wasn’t uncommon to find buildings like this in the city. There were always run down buildings that got left abandoned and forgotten, loved only by the homeless who took them over in attempts to live for free and out of sight from slavers, whitecoats and the night. The buildings were only truly abandoned when the night managed to overthrow the darkness proofing and seep in, spreading terror through the walls of soon forgotten buildings.
It was in this one long forgotten bowling alley that Darwin found himself, out on a nights adventure and investigating something new for the books. At the moment he found himself wide eyed and on the floor, moving backwards like a rather spirited crab, hands and feet lifting his body off the broken lane and move past three more, tripping only as his hand slipped in one mucky lane gutter.
The creature before him had found its home inside a ball port, one of those small islands in between each lane that shoved the balls back to the player to bowl with once more. He thought he had heard something and perhaps it was a bad idea to try and investigate, but he didn’t figure it would be as bad as all this. After all, it was a small space. A gutter-roach maybe, some form of ooze even? But not this.
It had to stand as tall as the roof, thin and glob like, dripping parts of its body over the ball port, the broken chairs and tables, and the lane itself. He thought, perhaps something small, fuzzy and with fangs.
The strange creature sucked back up inside of the ball port and trailed through it, clearly moving somewhere else. And why wouldn’t it? Those ball ports connected to the back, to the ten pen system, to all the other ball ports. When that thought broke through the startled cloud of his mind he was moving, on his feet again, hearing something move under the gutter he had tripped on. As he managed to gain a foot hold again he felt it, a drip to his back, burning.
His hands grabbed at his jacket, hauling it off over his head almost instantly. He knew that burning, sizzling sound well, the feel of it starting to rip into his flesh already. It was fast acting acid. His jacket was in ruins, dropped on the ground and sizzling, curling, melting away as if it were a simple plastic on fire. His shirt had a hole in the back, burned into his skin, or so it felt.
Blood. he could smell that already. “Nooot good...” He whimpered to himself, back tracking farther away from this creature in the pipe system. His mind was already a jumble of thoughts.
Acid. Why does it always have to be acid? It’s an ooze like creature? A new one? Something different? It’s fast. Why is it so fast? Shit, this burns... come on, regenerate already. Too dark to tell what color it was. Grayish? No face. Did it have a face? Shit, I hate acid, it’s damn cold in here. Where’s my pack. Easily stretched twelve foot tall. The floors didn’t burn when it dripped on it though. Why did it--Holy mother of Earth!
His thoughts were cut off. He had gathered enough gumption to get moving, headed back to his work case, intending to grab it and get out through the broken window he had crawled through. There were plenty of things outside tonight that one should be scared of, and most of them he had wrote about, witnessed or battled. His sword was on his hip still, attached at belt and there if he needed it, but he was now shirtless in the darkness in winter with a delightfully yummy smell of blood on his back.
His case? It was covered in a long thick jelly like substance that slithered snake like over it, around it, and towards him. His mind went blank for just that moment before kicking in on what the hell was going on. When he glanced back to the lanes he noticed the ooze monster was no longer there.
“Faast...” he hissed to himself, realizing now what he was coming up against. His mind ran at a fast speed, processing more of what he was seeing. Oozze. A blob. No form. Large. Grayish. Mostly clear. Looks like it collects dirt and dust. Could be clear. Something inside of it, down in the mid regions. When it flattens out it looks solid, skull like. Maybe another monster. There IS a head to it. It eats. The pointed end, the bubbles... they look like they are watching me. It’s checking me out. A mother perhaps? Died here in the end maybe. Had children here? Oh please don’t let there be children. I hate when there are children.
Moving away from his things he pulled his sword out, keeping it at hand and ready. Sure, it was pointless with a monster like this, but it made him feel better. he didn’t really... fear it. He didn’t really fear much of anything. Death didn’t effect him after all, but pain sure as hell did. If he didn’t get out of here with his brains intact anyhow he wouldn’t remember it, so he had to do his best.
What a way to start work again.
His boots crushed something, distracting him for just a moment as he stumbled backwards towards the broken down snack bar. First rule of the Darkness was? It’s always hungry. If it’s not in constant pain and agony it’s starving. This was no different. He didn’t back to the snack bar for food though, not in the general sense, but in the ironic sense. While searching around earlier he had found exactly what he could use for a distraction right now. It was heartless, some people would say, but the Darkness was heartless, in the end. It would be back tomorrow anyhow.
Leaning over the counter he found it again, a small, one foot sized little creature, something else he had to add into the blogs later as an interesting but nearly none lethal mundane critter. That is if it didn’t get its teeth into you. It took a full day to regrow his arm last time.
He wasn’t sure what to call it yet, but grabbing the fuzzy little creature that seemed all fur and teeth he hauled it, fighting, over the counter, waved it around to get the attention of the slimy gutter ooze snake, and chucked it. The moment he was sure it had taken the bait he moved, darting back towards the door, hands grabbing his case and moved for the window.
It was curiosity that paused him, stopping to look back to the creature, expecting it to have swallowed the fuzzy darkness but instead found it... rolling it around? Like a cat with a toy, it was pushing the little creature around, coiling around it and playing with it. Perplexed, he stood by the broken window, watching the weird snake like thing push the scrambling creature around, only to watch it melt away into a smoking acidic puddle of muck.
“I really hate acid...” he muttered, a hand reaching back to feel his half regenerated shoulder, hissing. It was going to be a long night getting home.
And why did it have to be so cold?
. . .
Sometime later, crashing through the door of the antiques shop very early in the morning, Darwin sighed, turning to push the shop doors closed again, locking them up. It wasn’t time to open, but at least for now he was safe and sound.
He needed a shower, some clean bandages, a shirt and something to wipe the blood off his poor abused sword. The way home had been disastrous, like he was new at this kind of job or something.
“Coffee?” A smooth voice came from behind the far counter, near the back.
“Cleaner!” he called out, pushing off the door with a weary shove and sliding his feet as he walked through the old shop, past wooden dressers, clocks, old paintings, cabinets of knickknacks, tchotchkes, gewgaws, baubles, doohickeys and worthless trinkets that were worth more then one might think, lamps with elegant glass shades, sculptures, watches, broaches, keys, and occasionally a demi-tea cup with broken scarcer. Though he was tired and dragging he moved through the cramped and crowded cluttered shop with ease.
“Bad night?” the smooth voice asked, sticking her head out from behind a door way to the back. Her skin was nearly as black as night with hair as white as snow; one could say she was the perfect reverse snow white with fairy like features and pointed sharp ears. Now a days people just considered her exotic, but back in her time she was a fine and upstanding member of Drow society; a rare find in these times.
“You could say that again.”
“Bad night.” She said in more of a confirming tone. Leaning on a tall glass counter with a cup of coffee in hand she watched her shirtless employer drop off his case, pulling items form it. With a sharp dark pointed finger extending from around her coffee mug she added, “Nice scar. Too bad it wont stay that way.”
Turning to look over his shoulder, Darwin shifted, looking back at a mirror, frowning. “New critter. Acid. I really--”
“Hate Acid. I know. Which jacket did you lose this time?”
“The yellow one.”
“Bummer. I really liked that one.”
“You’re telling me.” he sighed, sitting the sword on the counter. “Mind cleaning this up for me? Thanks Sabine.” And as he passed her he swiped her cup of coffee, wandering through to the back and sipping it. It was too sweet.
“Get your own! And I damn well mind if it’s acid covered!” The girl barked, showing a glare at his retreating back.
“Just blood. A bit of tar. Ran into some trouble on the way home. Hey, call Tinker for me? I need a shirt. Where did I put that phone...” He said, the later more in mumbles to himself, letting his mind wander in three different directions while he spoke out loud.
The girl frowned even harder, following just a few steps into the back room, staring at him. “I wouldn’t mind you staying shirtless for a while.” And with a moments glance, reached out to a table, plucked up the cell phone and tossed it to him without another word about it. Instead she started in again. "You really should call that Joe kid back. The one about the spiders?"
"I know. I'm working on that."
"Oh really? It's been over half a year."
"I was indisposed." He stated while rummaging around in a dresser for a shirt.
"The fact that you lost your mental functions for a few months doesn't mean you can't call back and thank him for those pictures. Who knows... you could get him to do more leg work for you and take a break for yourself."
There was a seriously dark tone to his voice now. "No. Last thing I want is a kid walking around out there risking his neck for a few good pictures and information."
"You do it all the time." Sabine mused, knowing where he was headed with it but didn't mind giving him a hard time over it.
"It's different with me." And pushing on a overly strong and charming rogue grin he looked over at his employee. "I've got you to come home to after all. No wonder I keep returning to life."
"In your dreams, Boss." It was a fact that neither of them were attracted to each other in that way. She liked those more like her, tall, thin, dark skinned, Drow where he... already had his heart given to someone else. Hell, for all anyone knew a part of his heart sat in a jar on that persons shelf.
It was a nice feeling to have someone like Sabine around though. Someone who outlived most everyone else around, like him, and that he could trust fully not only with his shop but his identity and life.
What would he do with out her?
After another pause the girl sighed, puffing stray hairs out of her eyes. A bit disgruntled sounding she mumbled. “I’m not calling the old man though. You do it.”
Darwin sighed, finding and pulling a thin white shirt over his body, feeling gross and more then a little weary at the moment; his body desiring the fresh hot water of a new clean morning more then anything. “What do I pay you for again?” He asked in the sarcastic form of the question.
“To watch your damn shop for months on end, years even, as you run off, gallivanting across the city and getting yourself killed for who knows how long! You don’t pay me enough to deal with your affairs outside of this shop, Dar.”
She had a point. He frowned, rubbing at his grimy jaw, fingers running over a small cut that just a hour before had been a large gash. The last time they had talked it didn’t go so well. He got ordered, no, kicked out out the elder Drows workshop. Turning to lean on a table he stared at his feet, thinking it all over.
“It was your fault, you know. Just call him yourself and go fix it. Two years is nothin’ to him. Nothing to you either. Don’t know why you two can’t make up and deal with it. Wasn’t like you stormed out and went missing for ever. Oh wait... yes it was.” She chirped in a sing song like manner, returning to the coffee pot to make herself another cup. “What do you need him for anyhow?”
The young man looked bothered, a hand reaching back to scratch at the new scar on his back. It would go away soon, like they always did, but i still bothered him. “Armor.”
Sabine laughed a short dark laugh, as if the boy said something so outrageous she couldn’t contain such a horrible sound. “Why would he of all people make you armor?”
“Because I’m asking him?” It was a honest statement. He was sure if he asked Tinker he would make it. He was sure if he asked Tinker for anything the Drow would do it, even if he seemed like he wouldn’t or acted like he wouldn’t, he was sure it would be done.
Of course that would come with a price.
“Why would you ever think he would want to do something to spare your life? How many times has he electrocuted you, shot you, shocked you, cut you up, frozen you and done other unmentionable things to you?!”
“I didn’t mind...” He mumbled, smiling awkwardly. “It was for science.” And then some. But that had been years and years ago. Long before he remembered who he was. Long before he was as independent as he was now.
“Science my ass! He gets his rocks off to harmin’ you. You’re such a sap.”
Grinning, he tilted his head, a hand pushing the hair away from his face. “Yeah well... it’ll be worth it in the end.” He punched up a number on the cell phone style NetVice, pausing at the last digit. Over the edge of the device he could see the girl standing, arms crossed and a sour look on her face. He sighed. “Look... it’ll be worth it. At least around him you know I’ll be safe if I die? I’ll be back in a few days, tops. That’s if this doesn’t go well.”
There was a pause and a bit of a devious grin on his face. And if it goes really well I might just stay there for a little while, heh... Ah, but he shook that naughty thought out of his mind, punching the last number and starting towards another exit, to the basement. “It’ll be fine! mind the store while I’m away!”
“It’s what you pay me fore, jackass...” Sabine mumbles, throwing her hands up and returning, with a new cup of coffee, to the counter, ready to clean the nights deadly adventure games off the poor short sword.