Once the decision was made, no one would be able to change it, so with a heavy sigh, the merchant of berries and mint dismissed the two men, gawking in shock at the mailman's rash decision.
Token stares thoughtfully at Dogpoo, bowing his head, "I respect your decision."
Butters whines, "Aw shucks! Ah… well, guess I'll haveta stay here."
Dogpoo stands stiffly as he's handed a large burlap sack by Bradley.
Lizzy couldn't care less as she watched the skinny brunette listen to the fat blonds rant, too busy smirking at her decision.
'Why the hell did you pick the nobody? Butters is a healer, and Token is a world class fighter, are you insane?' the voice gawks at her carelessness
"Oh, you didn't want me to pick him? Too fucking bad, you fucker." she says happily, glad to fuck with the voice who enjoyed pestering her.
'You're going to regret it'
"I'm regretting this whole experience, so what's the difference," she mutters, inspecting her nails lazily, the bow slung onto her arm, "let's get a move on! I'm fucking waiting!"
Dogpoo shoots her a look as he walks towards the doors with the word stable written over it, "then move it, eyesore." he barks out.
She scowls, storming after the man, entering the dingy barn. The smell of hay or horses stung her nose, but at least she couldn't smell her shit partner anymore. Jabbing her finger into his back, she decided to lay down the rules, "Hey shit for brains! Don't th-think you're the one calling the shots here! You're my bitch, you listen to me."
In a swift movement he grabs her, and Lizzy gasps in shock as her arm is pulled painfully into her back, the man now behind her. Dogpoo grips her hood with the other hand, tugging her head back, bearing his teeth.
"What'd you say?" he bites out, tightening his grasp, "I'm not your bitch."
"Let go of me," she snarls, willing to dislocate her own arm in order to twist around and snap the man's neck.
He does, dusting his hands off, "gross," he snorts. "I'm not here to be your slave, or your mother, or your protector. If you wanted good company, you should have picked the blonde. If you wanted a hero, then token would have sufficed."
'Lizzy could only gawk as the companion she had selected was not someone to take lightly, nor was he going to take her shit. Surprisingly, it seemed the woman had actually met her match.' the voice says in awe.
"Stop talking," she snarls, rubbing her shoulder, "you're not tough shit. You think I picked you because I liked you? Fuck that, you're lucky I even looked at you."
The man pulls a black steed from one of the stables, the animal feisty as it huffed. "Yea, well I didn't pick this either."
He attaches the sack to the horse, eventually stepping upon the foot hold and pulling himself up. The horse bucks, and Lizzy watches angrily as the man runs his hand over the head of the beast, glancing down at her.
"Are you getting on, or you going to look at me all day?"
"Are you going to take a shower or just sit there reeking?"
'The woman, as usually, had little self-control when it came to dealing with strangers, which made here unlikable as well as-'
Big hands pluck the back of her parka, yanking her onto the saddle, "hey!" she yelps, clutching his shirt as she scrambles to sit comfortably.
"Hold on." he orders, the horse jerking to life as he jabs his heels into the beast
Lizzy gags, being her overdramatic self, "fuck, it smells worse up here," she hold onto him loosely, tightening her grip as he purposely picks up the pace.
"You talk too much." he snaps in annoyance, "I don't get paid enough for this."
"You're getting paid!" she screams
"...no...That was a metaphor, idiot." he exhales deeply, the castle gates opening, the two plowing down cobble roads towards the town.
"So why the hell are you-"
"None of your business." he mutters, skillfully maneuvering around people without breaking pace. Lizzy's bag thumped against her back, the bow and arrows smacking into her side.
'what the woman didn't know about her new companion was that the name Dogpoo had spurred from a long career of breeding hunting dogs, the man a master of animals of sorts.'
"Makes sense why his name is dog shit." she laughs nastily.
The man bristles, "address me as DP, or rather, don't talk to me at all."
She huffs, "whatever shit for brains. Where the hell are we going?"
The man points west, "to the city of the West, where the docs are. Princes foreign usually gather there, plus, gypsies are often an attraction for this kind of thing."
"So if you're so good with this shit, why don't you just drop me off and pick me up in three months with whatever bozo you picked?" she growls, "shit would be so much easier."
He laughs bitterly, "That's your job, royal courier. If you bring back a thief, or an assassin, or someone who's real intentions are killing the princess, that's your ass on the line, not mine."
"Fuck," she presses a hand to her head, "this is great, really how I wanted to spend my week, holding onto a horse fucker and running errands for that fucking orange parka copycat."
DP glances over his shoulder at her, "say one more thing, and I'll gag you till we get there, and that's in ten days." he glances forward again, "first we have to get through the forest..."
The tall walls of South Park loom over the two as they finally get to the edge of the city, ready to leave the territories and travel into new space.
Lizzy had never in her life left South Park, always under the reassuring control of the bubblegum dick loving princess. It was terrifying, knowing all the scum and killers loomed outside the walls, running rampant amongst themselves.
'The realization caused fear to rise within the mail carrier, fear of the unknown.'
"I'm not scared" she hisses at the voice, mentally willing it to go fuck itself.
"What'd you say?" DP asks dryly as the large gates open, the two riding under them, South Park now to their backs.
"I said you're scared. You know, of the killers and crazies out here." she says rudely. "You've probably never even seen a real killer. I've delivered mail to their sorry asses in the jails. They're totally overrated."
DP chuckles lowly, glancing at her again, a wry grin finding its way onto his face. "Well, now you can say that you've ridden horseback with one and clung to his shirt."
"So hilarious," Lizzy rolls her eyes at the joke, not impressed at all.
"What can I say," he shrugs, "I'm a jokester. King of comedy." he glances forward again, their conversation over.
'Ugh...Petuski, more formally known as Dogpoo, is a criminal by law, having killed his own hunting party after engaging with the enemy. I can't believe you picked the murderer over the paladin and the solider, you so fucked up-'
Lizzy's face screws up as she glances. At the wiry man, anger and regret bubbling up inside her as she instantly leans away from DP, aka, dog shit people killer.
"Thanks for fucking telling me, you bastard of a voice. I could have picked that other blond idiot, or mint tits." she groans
Great, ten days riding horseback with a murderer in a mysterious forest. Lizzy was just brimming with anticipation, or annoyance, or disgust, something like that. Yeah, something.