Written for the 600-or-less-words competition for the subject of 'Adventure Stories'. Enjoy... if you liked, leave a review.
"I don't believe you've met my young friend Ace, an expert in calorification, incineration, carbonization, and inflammation." ~The Doctor, The Happiness Patrol
"And what do you do, Miss?" asked the man standing in front of her. She got the impression he was trying to chat her up.
She considered for a moment. "I blow stuff up," she replied carefully, setting aside her glass of champagne, and giving him her sweetest smile.
He appeared to falter for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She took advantage of that, and pressed on. "You see," she said. "I was supposed to be here on a holiday. Just to relax, things like that, you know. And then, me and the Professor-"
"The Professor?" the man interrupted, looking faintly confused.
"-yeah, he's this friend of mine, you see, me and the Professor found out that you were keeping bodies in the back storerooms of this palace of yours."
The man nearly choked on his next sip of too-expensive, well-prepared wine.
"Bodies?"
"Dead bodies," she clarified, almost too cheerfully. "And, well, you know how it is. One thing led to another, and we found out that your whole government system is in a really messed up state of anarchy."
He quite obviously couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
The constant grin on her face disturbed him slightly, like she was enjoying telling him how much she hated this place.
"I… see," he said. He paused. Something was bothering him. "…'blowing stuff up'?" he wondered.
"Yeah," she said.
Now that he looked at her, she was completely out of place at an upper-class royal party.
She had a short black skirt on, a complete opposite to all the other ladies there, who wore longer, more colorful ones. She had a black jacket wrapped over some form of shirt, and her chestnut-brown hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. She couldn't have been older than seventeen.
She was utterly relaxed, too. She grinned again, and took another sip of her drink, before dropping the elaborate wine glass onto a side table. It landed with a final-sounding clunk, and some of the alcohol spilled out.
"And now I'm waiting," she added, as if she was continuing a conversation that they had just paused from.
"For what?" he asked, just as a huge explosion rocked the foundations of the building and the crystal chandelier shook and all the guests in the ballroom screamed. She seemed to be the only one that wasn't shocked or terrified.
"That," she said, slightly needlessly. She smirked a bit, and picked up a black satchel from the ground, swinging it over her shoulder. "I'd like to say it was a pleasure, but…" she shrugged, not saying anything else.
He watched her, his mouth slightly open as the walls began to collapse around him. She dashed across the tiled dance floor, moving like a cheetah, her ponytail bobbing serenely on the back of her head. She shouted an enthusiastic greeting to someone just outside that was lost in the ear-shattering noise of the palace breaking apart.
A short figure emerged from the clouds of forming dust to meet her. A very short man.
The words, this can't be happening, it's impossible, kept circling around his mind. But it was happening, and it wasn't at all impossible.
She hugged the man, and he tapped her nose with a curious sort of a smile that clearly said, well done.
What he said next echoed in the sudden silence.
"Fighting the monsters can be so much easier when they're all in one place, don't you think?"
"Let's go home," she said, smiling.
They walked out, just as the screaming in the room began again, with rising hysteria.