Firstly- thank you as usual to Syner for beta reading!
Rapis-Razuri- excellent use of the word "glomp"! review made me smile :)
Cazcappy- hooray! Dedicated reviewer, you are! Thanks you very much!
Kamai-Rui- There just may have to be a bonus chapter of Soren smiting Carmen... Thanks for reviewing!
I already have the next bit done, too, so it can be posted soon!
ONWARD!
Question: What would you do if #3 (Marcia) walked in while you were showering?
The sound grew louder and louder as Marcia approached it, following it relentlessly through the halls. She should have known where it had been coming from all along. The melodious voice she had been tracking finally grew loudest at the door of the washing hall, on which Marcia pressed her ear against. She grinned.
"It's coming from here, guys!" she said, and her fellow trackers immediately turned the corner at her call. Tormod, Mia, Boyd and Rolf, all resident troublemakers, had also been searching for the origin of the voice alongside the Falcon Knight. They eagerly pressed their own ears against the oak door where there was room, grinning evilly and listening hard. The voice was a girl's, a little higher than most people's, and was very beautiful. The team of troublemakers could barely make out the words to the song, annoying Marcia greatly, but the tune was enough for her to catch on to the song. Goddess, she had an awful taste in songs.
"I dare you to go in, Boyd!" Rolf snickered, prodding his older brother with his finger. "Scare the life outta her."
"No! I'd get murdered by Mist if she heard I was walking in on girls while they showered, you little moss-head!"
"Then how 'bout Marcia goes in?" chimed in Mia.
Marcia chocked on air, backing away from the door. "No way! Why don't you go?"
"Because you looooove her!" the swordswoman replied with a pointed grin. Tormod smiled stupidly and volunteered to walk in himself, only to be shut down by a loud "NO!" from everyone in the corridor.
Marcia turned back to Mia, putting her hands on her hips.
"Exactly! She said indignantly. "That's why I can't go in! She'll hate me!" Tormod coughed a little.
"Well I don't care." huffed Mia, with an air of finality. Rolf then pulled an ordinary hairpin of Mist's out of his pocket and held it out to Mia. She took it and easily slid it into the lock. She flicked her wrist sharply, and a brief click was heard. She hesitated for a second, wondering if the sound had alerted the showering person, but the uninterrupted singing gave her confidence on their stealth skills. Turning the doorknob quietly and opening the door, she began to usher the Falcon Knight in.
"No, please! Don't do this! She'll hate me!" Marcia begged in a final attempt. She was pushed in anyways, and the door was swung shut behind her. The lock clicked.
Damn them! She hissed mentally. Her body was rigid with fear at being caught, and heat was rising into her face already.
The bathroom was very, very large, many showerheads in one warm brown-tiled room, while many individual stalls of translucent glass were available as well. It was big enough for the female population of the army, which wasn't nearly as large as the men. Only one stall was occupied, by Carmen, of course.
Marcia suddenly realized that there was no singing, and the loud running water was gone. Panicking, she started trying to think up excuses or anything that would make the truth a little less harsh. Nothing really came. Swearing mentally, Marcia braced herself for when Carmen found her.
The stall door clicked open. Marcia squeezed her eyes shut to lessen the pain. There was a loud gasp, and the Flacon Knight cracked an eye open, blushing tomato red. But it wasn't Carmen there, it was Oscar.
Outside, Boyd, Rolf, Mia and Tormod were clutching their sides howling with laughter as Marcia's scream echoed through the corridor. The real Carmen was still singing in the real girl's bathroom.
Answer: You know, I think I'll manipulate this so she walks in on someone else. Let's watch, kiddies!
Oh no, another story that should never be exposed to the public. I'm beginning to question my morals. Review please
