So this started off great. I was typing, with my bomb ass Boxer chilling next to me. Then someone came to the door and he ditched me. ); Scooby! Come back! I suppose I'll just have to listen to some music from the game Journey. If you've never heard of it, then look it up. Absolutely stunning game. The guy who gave me the idea for the Tainted Caro, I will use him! I have the best idea set up for him, but not for a few chapters, but he will be important, I promise.
Anywho, let's continue with what has happened to our favorite idiot. Because trust me, he is a major idiot. No, I'm not talking about Mitch. The other idiot who almost died in the first five minutes of the story. Yes, that idiot. Anywho, let's get this thing a rolling! All aboard the Division Ten train! Whoo, whoo!
Desmond didn't know what to say. So he glared at his captors. Not only had they not killed him, but they took him back to their lair, wherever the Hell that was. He shakily got to his feet, noticing his limbs had been repaired, and he had mostly healed, a yellow paste where he was sore.
"So, this is awkward." He leaned against the cage, looking at the two Wrothians in front of him. He noticed the women was especially glaring at him with malicious intent. The man was just looking at him with his arms behind his back. Desmond looked around the cave, seeing his 'cage' was near the small water pond near the back of it. But his cage was certainly not really a cage. He could easily break it, since it looked as if it had just been stood up quickly.
"So, where am I?" He looked around, seeing large boxes and racks with weapons in the distance, his sword and gun leaning against them. The man cleared his throat.
"This is the home of the Wrothians. I am Prince Ga Jiarg, and this is my retainer, Ga Buidhe." Desmond looked between the two, not sure he should be thankful, or angry they took him prisoner. He merely chuckled lightly.
"So, let me ask this. Why didn't you kill me on the Skell?" Jiarg shook his head.
"Killing someone such as you would have been... rude, to say the least. You are very much unlike your other brethren, are you not?" Desmond thought about it, wondering how they knew certain things about his species, but he was pretty sure they had sliced open enough humans to figure out they weren't actually humans. Blue blood and circuits certainly gave that away.
"So? Aren't we enemies? That should have been enough incentive to kill me, don't you think?" Jiarg shook his head.
"I agreed to kill Mims, in return for my people's safety. Not a living breathing human. You may not think it right now, but we do have morals and honor, human." Desmond took one more look to the people behind them, looking closer he could see something that made his stomach turn. Many of them were skinny, and dirty, as well as injured. When they looked at him, some did have anger in their eyes, but he noticed an underlying emotion.
"They're scared... Aren't they?" Jiarg nodded slowly.
"Everyone is. We have sent away our children to a place we thought safer, where they may be free of war. But even then it will eventually find them. We are pawns to the Ganglion, and eventually it will be our turn to be sacrificed. But until then, I wish to keep everyone as safe as I can. You understand this better than most, don't you?" Desmond didn't look him in the eyes, merely looking to the far wall.
"Unfortunately, everyone I meet seems to have that same resemblance, and that isn't always a good thing." Jiarg once more nodded to him.
"You have neglected to tell us your name. But I will not pry." Desmond thought about it, knowing he would rather be called his name, than 'human'.
"Name is Desmond. Leader of Division Ten." Jiarg merely smiled at the pride in his voice. He could relate though, when he spoke about his people to Luxaar, he couldn't stop the pride in his voice as he spoke about his people.
"I see. What possessed you to come after us alone? You and your team seemed to be defending that ship, and you separated from them." Desmond started to laugh, quite a bit louder than he planned, but he didn't care anymore. He had made his bed, so he was going to sleep in it.
"Most of my team was low on fuel from shooting everything they saw, but I use only melee weapons on my Skell. So I saw you running with that big Skell, and decided it wasn't a good thing to let you get away with it. I had thought you were going to be easy like most every other Ganglion I had fought. But I underestimated you, and in turn got my ass handed to me." Even Buidhe smirked at that, though her mask hid it. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but hitting the annoying human had been very... Fulfilling.
"You make it seem like you didn't even touch us. You did destroy a number of our Skells, and badly damaged a few others, as well as damaging mine, which very few people have done." Desmond wore his smirk with pride.
"Guess I can count that as a tie then, huh?" Jiarg looked around the cave, then back to Desmond.
"You are still captured though, are you not?" Desmond gave an annoyed glare, walking to the side of the cage nearest the water, and lifting it up. Everyone started to panic as he went under it and let it back down. He turned after wiping his hands to see dozens of Wrothians with weapons pointed at him.
"Oops." However, there was a throat being cleared, and the weapons lowered slightly. Jiarg stepped forward, no weapons drawn.
"You all would draw a weapon on an unarmed man? Shame." Desmond smirked, mainly to Buidhe who was surprised and pissed all at once.
"Ya, for shame!" Then he felt something familiar be thrown into his hands, seeing his sword in his hands. Jiarg looked to his people and nodded.
"Now he is armed."
"Shit." Buidhe was the first after him, stabbing with her spear. Desmond jumped back, grabbing the handle with both hands and setting into his stance. When the rest of the warriors went to help her, Jiarg stopped them, wanting to watch the two white haired warriors. Desmond twirled his sword casually, wondering if throwing it to the ground would stop the fight he was clearly outmatched in, since his human flesh was still sore and hurting. Especially right at the spots where his human flesh met his metallic limbs.
"Go easy?" She growled low at him.
"No." She rushed at him again, trying for a horizontal swing, which Desmond ducked under, and retreated. He held his sword up, knowing he needed to be careful, or else get impaled, again. She stabbed, which he parried away, only to get kicked in the face. He rubbed his jaw, which was now sore again.
"Can you stop kicking please! You did that like ten times last we fought! That shit hurts with those heel things you have!" As if to taunt him, she tapped her front foot. Desmond twitched slightly, cracking his neck.
"I'm going to enjoy smashing you into the floor." He rushed, preparing for a stab. She moved, but was surprised when he pivoted, and slammed the flat side of his sword into her, knocking her away. He watched as she recovered mid-air, landing casually on one of the boxes. Desmond wasted no time chasing after her, pushing through the people in front of him. He jumped up, landing on the box while she jumped away. He started to chase her, swinging whenever he got close, but only hitting air.
She landed back on the ground, turning to see Desmond descending on her with his sword above his head. She jumped back, the force knocking her further back. She slid along the ground, stabbing the spear into the floor to slow her down. She looked up, seeing him rushing again. If he wasn't going to give her breathing room, neither would she. He swung horizontally, hitting air. He turned, seeing her standing on his sword. She then kicked him in the face, jumping away and landing on a rock.
She jumped back again as he threw his sword at her, the blade imbedding into the rock where she had been. He ran forward, grabbing the blade and using the rock as a launch pad to jump after the airborne Wrothian. She prepared for a slash, but instead he crashed into her with his shoulder, both rolling on the ground, before Desmond landed on top, his sword to her throat. She prepared for him to end her life, since he had won their combat.
"Do it, human." He shook his head.
"You spared me, so I suppose I should return the favor." He just stood, using his sword as a crutch. His mechanical parts felt fine, but his flesh ached like fire. He just wanted to sleep now. Jiarg watched their interaction throughout the fight, both not willing to let the other show the other up, but he noticed that as the fight rang on, Desmond only seemed to get more into the fight. He had noticed it when fighting him in his Skell, how despite the human's injuries, he had gotten more aggressive and powerful.
He walked over to Buidhe, helping her up. She looked away in shame, not wanting to have to admit that Desmond had bested her. Desmond then collapsed to the ground, sweat rolling down his face.
"Holy... Hell... She's good." A Wrothian went to help him, but Desmond waved him off.
"I'm fine... Just need to catch my breath. Thanks though. When I'm not dying, Me and you Jiarg! Rematch! Without the Kicking Queen." Buidhe looked ready to impale the recovering human, which did not go unmissed by Desmond.
"Calm down Buddha, just a nick name. You've had those before right?" Her eye twitched, and Jiarg saw her reaching for her spear again. He sighed, knowing her pride was one of the only things she had left, and she was ready to die defending it. This human needed to learn that, before he got impaled by her.
Desmond stood, hobbling back to his cage, where he rolled under the hole he had made. Even Jiarg found the act to be entertaining, some of the Wrothians laughing at the display. But by beating Buidhe, he had earned the respect of some of them. Though, one Wrothian did not seem pleased by this.
"My Prince, this human is not safe to be kept around. You saw by that fight." Jiarg turned to him.
"You seemed to have forgotten, that I was the one who instigated it. He merely defended himself, and spared Buidhe, proving what I believed about him all along." He turned to Desmond, who was now sitting up, paying close attention.
"He is honorable, and someone who I think could help us."
"But he has not completed the rite of passage to label him a true Wrothian, your Highness! All Wrothian must do so. You know this." Jiarg grimaced. He had forgotten the ritual, knowing full well that it was very important.
"I see. Then if he wishes to walk around among us, let him complete it, or die trying." Desmond raised his hand, getting their attention.
"What did you just volunteer me for?" Jiarg nodded, realizing he should have asked first.
"To be seen as an equal in Wrothian society, young Wrothians must go out with their father or mother, and hunt a creature of great strength. However, you are not a young Wrothian, so you must fight something stronger, and you are also missing a father and mother. So, you will have to hunt something stronger, and I guess you will have to pick someone from the clan to go with you. You may pick whoever you like. They cannot say no, and you may leave whenever you wish. But until you complete the challenge, you must stay in your cage."
Desmond looked around at all the warriors, seeing one or two who definitely looked powerful. But he already had his mind set.
"I pick..." He pointed at his partner, everyone gasping.
"Ga Jiarg." The Prince merely stood there expressionless. Buidhe then jumped in front of him.
"You may not pick the Prince!" Desmond cocked his head.
"Why not? He said anyone, and I choose him. Therefor, he is my partner, since he cannot say no." Buidhe wanted to argue, but couldn't think of a way to. Then she heard a strange sound behind her. Jiarg... laughing? She turned seeing him finish his laughing to look to Desmond.
"I knew you were strong, but tactile as well? You surprise me." Desmond shrugged, leaning against the back wall of the cage.
"I may have learned a thing or two from Luna. I'll be damned. I need to thank her if we live." Then he laughed.
"Besides, what's the worst that could happen? What are we hunting?"
"Not what are hunting, but who are we hunting." Desmond turned his head again. Jiarg merely gave a dark grin.
"Are you familiar with the Tyrant Barnabos, The Despot?" Unfortunately, Desmond knew exactly who Jiarg was talking about.
Mitch was certainly happy about what he was going to be able to do, but not the situation of which he had to. He finally got to go on a mission with Elma and her legendary team, which he had always dreamed to do. He just wished it was for something like slaying a monster, and not going out to search for Desmond and these other two people who apparently had led a major part of the assault on the city. Lin's description for the two was certainly very... interesting to say the least.
"A really big dude who was red and had a scary voice and a big sword hammer thing. And this small annoying girl who would ride him, and cast annoying spells and say everyone would die! We kicked their butts though!" Mitch nodded, certainly entertained to say the least. Elma's team had their own Skells, but they weren't nearly as high tech as his team's. But Skells were Skells. They were currently flying to Noctilum, to locate the pair and maybe some information on Desmond. He was skeptical though, seeing as the people he was chasing had gone to the east, and not the west. But everyone going in that direction either didn't have enough room to take him, or weren't heading out for a few days, and Mitch needed to get out to search as soon as he could.
Every day he waited, was another day that Desmond could die. So he wasn't going to wait idly by. They landed in the main glade of Noctilum, the silver glow around them feeling ethereal. They exited and started to look around, wondering what they could find. Then Mitch heard some Ganglion, motioning everyone over silently. Elma was the first to arrive, then the rook named Cross. Lin had to drag the small potato thing with her and eventually made it to them. She had to threaten to cook it to get it moving on its stubby legs.
"Those are Ganglion all right." They started to listen as the Ganglion spoke.
"We found some evidence that the running pair has made it out here, and we are on approach to your position now. We can trap them in between us." They started to walk away and Elma turned to Cross.
"What do you think, Rook? Engage, or leave them be?" Cross thought, then shrugged. Mitch then thought of something.
"They seem to have an idea of what they're doing. Why don't we follow them and see what that turns up, eh?" Elma nodded to him, giving him a pat on his back.
"Nice thinking, Mitch. You're turning into a fine BLADE." Mitch couldn't help but flush red at her comment. His hero complimented him on becoming a good BLADE. What normal person wouldn't? They began to follow the Ganglion, deciding to leave behind their Skells, since they were trying for stealth, and the large clattering machines were the exact opposite. They followed the Ganglion to the mouth of a cave, where they opened up their comms devices, while the BLADE members hid behind a rock.
"We are waiting for them. How long until they reach us?"
"A few seconds. Be careful. The large one is wild. The small one has some power behind her as well." The Ganglion nodded, getting their weapons ready. Mitch got his weapons ready, seeing Elma getting her dual guns out. Lin readied her mini-gun, while Cross brought out a large knife, imbuing it with an aura. Then the ground started to thud, and Mitch realized Lin must have been right when she said one of them was huge. However, when the duo came running out, Mitch noticed Lin's description didn't quite match up.
"I thought you said he was red?"
"He is, and that's not her either. These are two different people entirely." They watched as the big one placed his arms around the girl protectively, the large rocks on his arms hiding her. They noticed the fear in the big being's eyes, making them realize what was happening very quickly.
"We have to help them." He was about to jump out when a large group of at least ten Ganglion appeared behind the duo, raising their weapons and growling. Elma stopped him, seeing he was planning on going out there.
"What? We're not going to help?" Elma shook her head, then pointed up above the mouth of the cave. Mitch smiled at it. Loose rocks. Lin opened the side of her mini-gun and smirked.
"Fire Carnival!" Small missiles flew out, slamming into the rocks and causing them to fall. The large creature noticed this and ran, while the rocks blocked in the large group. There was only three of the Ganglion left, and they were panicking. Mitch sprinted forward, using his knife to stab one in the back of the neck, twisting and throwing it to the side.
He then watched as Elma gracefully spun through the other two, cleaving off pieces without trying, in a dance of death that left him mesmerized. When she finished she spun her dual swords, sheathing them on her back before turning to Mitch.
"Impressed?" He only nodded. Then he turned to the large creature, seeing it hold the girl close, hiding her behind the rock appendices. Mitch walked forward and waved, warm smile on his face.
"Hello there. We're friends. We won't hurt you." The creature backed away, but looking into his hands, probably at the girl. He looked up, shaking his head.
"How do we know?" His voice was that of a young boy's, which had made Mitch realize just how sinister the Ganglion actually were. Using kids, regardless that it was a big kid, for their dirty work. Nobody told him they were using the kid, but he could see the large chains around him wrists, and could easily put two and two together, and why the Ganglion hadn't killed him. They were trying to recapture him.
"You were running from the Ganglion, yes?" The creature nodded, hesitantly, but he did. Mitch smiled, taking a single step forward.
"We're standing against them, working to stop them from hurting anyone else. So please, trust us. We won't hurt you or her." Then Mitch saw something on the shoulder of the creature.
"You're injured! Let me help you. I'm a medic." The creature tried to step back, but there were only rocks behind it. Then he looked to his hands.
"You won't hurt me, or Celica?" Mitch shook his head.
"I swear on my life, that I will not harm either of you." The creature looked to his hands for a few seconds, then nodded. He stepped forward, lowering his hands and letting his friend down. It was at that moment that Mitch saw his first angel, or so he told himself. Pale skin, beautiful blonde hair, and sweet eyes. He didn't realize what he was doing until Lin punched him.
"Stop being creepy!" Mitch smacked himself in the head, reaching back and searching through his pack for his med kit. Despite being Mims, they still worked similarly to humans, meaning he had everything that was necessary, from stiches, to alcohol, gauze and anything else he would need for an in the field rescue. He walked forward, not looking at the angel-er-girl. He watched as the creature gently lowered himself down to where his shoulder was reachable. Mitch looked it over, instantly seeing it was a big gash, probably from when they dropped the rocks and one of them hit him.
He grabbed the cleansing alcohol, readying it.
"This may hurt a bit, but I need to clean the wound to keep it from getting an infection. You ready?" The creature nodded, closing his eyes. Mitch frowned. Just a kid. He poured it on, hearing the kid very faintly hiss in slight pain. When he finished he placed it away, pulling out the gauze, deciding to wait on stitching it, since he wanted to get some form of anesthetic in the kid first. He placed the gauze over the wound, more pained gasps from the kid.
"Almost done. You're doing good, so good." He needed to draw the kid's focus away.
"My name is Mitch. What about you?" The creature looked at him with big, innocent brown eyes, that made him stare a second before continuing.
"I-I'm Rock." Mitch smiled.
"Nice to meet you Rock. Want to hear a story?" Rock thought about it before nodding. Mitch smiled. This always worked on the kids back at the clinic he had volunteered at back on Earth.
"One upon a time, there was a brave man, who never ran away from anything. Most people saw this as foolish, since he never ran, even from the dangerous things. But when they asked him why, he would always smile and say, 'I have to stand firm.' Nobody knew why, until one day he got hurt. Everyone was worried for him, since while they had ran from the monster that had attacked their village, while he bought them time to run.
The asked him why he didn't run with them, why he got himself hurt so badly. He said, 'Because when I am brave and protect the people around me, they don't have to feel hurt, and sadness. And if I can take those from them, by standing and being brave, then I will do so a hundred times without thought. He survived, but now people knew why he did what he did, and because of that they treated him a hero, and he always made sure to take their pain away. And he never failed them, even hundreds of years after passing on. Instead, he passed his bravery down to the children, telling them, 'When you stand strong in the face of evil, you protect everyone, and that makes you a hero.'
So that's why children are brave. Because they have the hero deep inside of them. Some people lose it as they grow, but for some people it grows, until they become the hero." Rock seemed to lost in thought he hadn't noticed that Mitch had wrapped the wound several times to stop any bleeding or debris getting in it.
"All done." Rock looked at it, then smiled.
"That's a great story." Mitch shrugged.
"Ah, it was nothing. But I think I see a bit of the hero in you." Rock smiled, turning to Celica and lowering his head to her excitedly.
"Did you hear that!? I'm a hero!" Celica laughed, nodding to him.
"Yes you are, Rock." She turned to Mitch, bowing slightly.
"I thank you very much. It appears we have misjudged you." Mitch couldn't help his face turning red. First a compliment from his hero, now from an angel. This was the best day ever. Then he realized something. It was because Desmond wasn't here with his Devil's luck. His slight Irish luck was finally showing through. He almost wished Desmond wouldn't come back, but decided against that thought, realizing it was because of Desmond he joined Division Ten, and got to come out here and meet this angel, since Desmond was an idiot. It didn't make too much sense if one thought about it heavily, but it was the best he could do.
"Umm... No problem. Hehe!" Lin slammed her shield into his head.
"You're hopeless! I need to help you with everything, don't I!?" Mitch rolled on the floor, clutching his head.
"What'd I do!? What'd I do!?" Elma laughed at the scene, walking forward and offering a smile to Celica.
"We have a place you two could come and live if you wish. It's a safe place, where the Ganglion can't find you." Celica turned to Rock, seeing him watching Lin, Mitch, Cross and Tatsu having mock battles on the ground. She saw a large smile on his face she had not seen in a long time, and she treasure that.
"Yes, we will go back with you." Mitch heard that, shooting to his feet, pushing Tatsu off his head while pumping his fist.
"Yes!" Everyone looked to him, before he pointed somewhere in the sky.
"Look, flying waffle!" Everyone looked up, only to look back down and see him running away, the red on his face a beacon. Elma sighed.
"Sometimes I wonder." Celica turned to her and cocked her head.
"Wonder what?" Elma waved at her.
"Nothing. Best keep an eye on him, ok? Someone needs to." Celica laughed when she heard that. They caught up with Mitch, working their way back to the Skells, Mitch mostly watching Rock to see if his injury was fine. They eventually reached their Skells, seeing them perfectly fine. Mitch loaded onto his, standing it back up from the kneeling position. Celica stared at them in awe, while Rock tried his best to hide behind Celica. Mitch gave a wave with his Skell, turning to Elma and the others as they loaded onto theirs.
"We ready?" They all confirmed and started to walk back, not going to leave Rock and Celica by themselves. Mitch continued to watch after Rock's shoulder, making sure to be a good medic and keep his eye on it. He still needed to stitch it back up when they reached the city. The walk was only two hours, but it felt relatively short, since they didn't get attacked by anything, which Mitch thought was from either their large pack size, or from Rock's imposing form. Either way, they had reached the gates of the city in one piece, and he was not one to argue against good luck.
He led Rock and Celica towards the barracks, separating from Elma, but taking the duo with him. He waved his goodbye to Elma, shouting his assistance should she ever require it in the future. He parked his Skell outside the team barracks, deciding to go back out later and grab a few things. He led them in, having Rock use the Skell hangar door. To say Luna and Jason were surprised would be an understatement. Luna just about fainted at the large creature, while Jason went to find a gun. He stopped once Mitch convinced him Rock was friendly, and Celica vouched.
Jason had nodded, putting away his weapons, and apologizing for scaring Rock. So there they finally were, everyone watching from the living room as Mitch stitched up Rock's arm, using precision and softness that only a surgeon possessed. Luna was now curious, so she turned to Celica.
"So what's up with the Ganglion hating you and Rock, other than they hate everything that isn't them." Celica sighed. She hated telling the true reason why, but knew it had to be done.
"Rock is a weapon used by the Ganglion, and they forced him to do terrible things. He attacked my village, but I saved him, and we ran away together. We've been on the run ever since. I would give my life for him. He is very non-violent, wishing to help most everything he sees. I would never abandon him." Luna smiled at her.
"You've got conviction, and I like it. I only wish our leader had your brains though. He's an idiot." Celica leaned forward, now curious about them.
"Yes, Mitch told me about this leader of yours. Desmond, right?" Luna and Jason nodded to confirm her answer.
"Yes. He said, quite vehemently, that Desmond has the Devil's own luck. Is he ok?" Luna sighed.
"Probably is, but still ended up getting himself kidnapped. Moron. I hope they kick him in the face, a lot! He deserves it." Celica was at a loss for words. She knew banter between people was normal, but for her to wish that certainly surprised her. Then she saw the sorrow on Luna's face.
"I just wish he'd come back." Jason put an arm around her, comforting her. Celica tried to think why the tactician would be so upset about Desmond being gone.
"I know you should be sad, but you treat it like you lost a secret lover." Luna started to cough, shaking her head quickly.
"God no! I wouldn't date that idiot, even if he were the last man on Earth! Or Mira. Dammit space travel!" Celica nodded, looking to Jason.
"Then you must be, with the way you're holding her." Jason didn't really react, only sitting there. Then he got a devilish grin, leaning towards Luna.
"Darn, she's found us out, Lamb Chops." Luna looked ready to kill him, skin him, feed him to a pack of hungry Grex, and then shoot him with every gun on her Skell. He leaned closer, the Tactician panicking and closing her eyes. Was he actually going to kiss her!? She didn't know how to react. She wanted to be mad, but even then she wasn't sure. Would she like it? Would she hate it? Would she explode from embarrassment!? Then she felt him poke her nose.
"Boop." Her eyes shot open in red fury. Jason was already gone. She stood, her hair flaying around her.
"I WILL KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She went careening down the hall, leaving a very confused Celica. Mitch walked back in, looking around, only to hear screams of pain, most likely from Jason.
"I told him not to hide. She can sense fear and find you anyways. One day he'll learn." Celica didn't know how to take that.
"They're certainly a... Lively bunch." Mitch started to laugh, sitting on the couch and letting out a sigh.
"Wait till you meet Desmond. Then we'll really have some fun." There was a shuffle, and Mitch turned to see Rock squeezing closer to them. Mitch stood, rushing to the child to tell him to mind his stitches. Celica watched with a smile as Mitch acted just like a father.
"You don't to hurt yourself more, huh?" Rock shook his head.
"N-No. But I-"
"No buts. We'll go do something in a few minutes, ok? I promise." Rock nodded, making his way back to the Skell hangar. Mitch went to the counter, looking for something. Eventually he grabbed his wallet, turning to Celica and smiling.
"Care to come shopping with me and Rock? I'll give you a tour of the city." Celica smiled at him, standing and walking after him.
"I'd love to join you. Oh and Mitch?" He turned to her and nodded.
"Ya?" She hugged him, the medic freezing.
"Thank you for helping Rock. It means a lot to me."
"I mean tons of ya-pretty lady, wow shut up, Mitch!" Celica released him, walking towards the excited Rock. Mitch sighed, trying to get his blazing face under control. He had never really interacted with girls at all, especially not one this pretty. So he was a train wreck to say the least. He then heard snickering, turning with a horrified face to see Jason and Luna making kissing faces at him. He grimaced.
"Oh go make out in a box!" The tables had turned mighty quick, and before that could change that, the medic dashed after Celica and Rock. His team being involved in his life could only end horribly. At least Desmond wasn't here. Girls usually like the badly scarred badass guys with big swords. How could he compete with that!? For all he knew, the leader was probably wooing his captors right now, bribing them to let him go, by loving them. Or pounding their faces into oblivion. Either way, the white haired devil was having fun.
"Buddha-Stop-Hitting-Me-In-The-Face! Ow!" How had Desmond gotten here? Now he remembered. After Jiarg explained what was going to happen, and the plan for heading out the next day, Desmond had relaxed in his cage, eating the food that had been delivered to him. He had been eating peacefully when Buidhe had visited him, only standing outside the cage and glaring at him. He had ignored her, but was starting to get annoyed.
"Yes, Buddha?" She narrowed her pale yellow eyes, hissing out her response.
"Do not call me that, human!" He only shrugged.
"You call me a nick name, so I will as well. Stop calling me human, and I'll stop calling you Buddha." She did not respond, at least, not immediately.
"I do not trust you." He nodded, biting into the mystery meat.
"I had a pretty good feeling, but wasn't sure. Thanks for setting that straight." She stepped closer to the cage.
"Are you mocking me?" He stared at her, a smirk working its way onto his face.
"Yup." She gripped the cage tightly.
"Your taunts are immature, human."
"You outfit is immature, Buddha. I doubt that hooker suit is going to get Jiarg's attention. I mean, we all know how defensive you got of him when I picked him to go out. Since you seem to interested in him and all that j-!" She had almost seemed to warp into the cage, wrapping a hand around his throat. While it did not hurt or stop his air supply, it certainly did hold him in place while she did a mix between punching, slapping, and back handing him.
"How dare you speak about me, or the prince that way!" And that was how he got there. His big fat mouth, and his bad luck. He may as well have a storm cloud constantly over his head at this rate. The weird part was, nobody was stopping her. And Desmond realized why. Her yellow eyes were filled with anger, glowing a bright golden yellow. The same yellow as the Telethia's spines. Then it clicked to him. Her white fur while everyone else had brown or dark fur. The eyes, everything. But he did not say anything. He would wait.
She eventually stopped, his face sore, but fine. She had not been hitting too hard, not wanting him to be hurt while him and her prince were on the hunt. She left his sitting up, stepping away and turning her back, before spinning and delivering a powerful kick to his face. It would heal by morning, since she had seen him recover from worse faster. Desmond went blank for a few seconds, eventually getting his grip back on the world, but only barely.
"Did someone get the number on that bus? No? Sue me!" Then he fell over, his eyes shaking.
"Why do I have the Devil's own luck." Buidhe stopped, turning to him, standing over him and glaring at him.
"What did you say?" He looked at her, glaring slightly.
"And I should tell you after you beat my ass because?" She twisted her foot, a crunching sound coming from under it. Desmond looked to her foot, nodding.
"Got it. I asked why I have the Devil's own luck. Happy?" She looked down at him in shock, piecing together in her mind what he had already done. She clenched her fists, kicking the side of his head and leaving. Desmond rolled on the floor, holding his head.
"What in the five eternal Hells!? What did I do to deserve this!?" Buidhe turned to him briefly.
"You said it yourself. You have the Devil's own luck." She left him, walking straight to Jiarg. She kneeled in front of him.
"My Prince, the prisoner. He has had contact with the Telethia." Jiarg nodded.
"I am well aware, Buidhe. What I want to know is why you decided to attack him maliciously." She looked away in embarrassment.
"He insulted me. And you." Jiarg nodded to her.
"And? You must learn to take rude comments, not to heart, but to throw them out." She nodded, standing and deciding she just wanted to retire for the night. But she stopped and turned to Jiarg.
"Do you think... there's a problem with my armor being a little too... revealing?" Jiarg smiled at her, shaking his head.
"I do not mind, and I certainly think that Desmond does not mind any... what did he call it? Ah yes, 'Eye Candy.'" Buidhe felt her rage rising again. She needed to go kick him again, but Jiarg already sensed what she was thinking.
"Go to bed, before you kick him again. Lest I order you." She softly groaned, walking away and to her corner where she slept. She did not trust the human, and did not want her prince to go out and hunt such a dangerous creature. But she knew he would anyways. All she could do was hope that Desmond kept him alive.
"If you allow any harm to befall him, human, I shall end you. And it will not be a quick death. Nor will it be painless." She laid her head on the ground, looking back to see Desmond's yellow eyes starting to glow slightly. He did not seem to notice, as his eyes fluttered closed. Then she noticed a very dim light, that she barely noticed, on his back when he turned over. Now she was curious, but was not in the mood to pry into him more. She was tired, and the pain from her tail was returning. But why? It had been silent for years, to where she had all but forgotten it.
She looked at it, seeing a dim glow from the tip. She growled, throwing it behind her like it had bit her.
"Damned Telethia, taking my tail." She looked to Desmond once more.
"But what did he do to your back? I will find out soon enough, human." Then she felt sleep take her.
This was amazingly fun to write to be honest. Hope you all enjoyed it immensely. Remember! Make sure you can get PMs! To that person who sent me that Caro, Consort I think your name is. I cannot message you for extra info about your Tyrant. So I will use him, but it may not be to your liking. Just remember this. Anywho, if you have any questions, comments or concerns, tell me via PM, since I'm pretty responsive, but if you want to leave a review then... fine. I don't respond to them too well if you want to talk or something. Remember that.
Anywho, Rose! You called the ship! This was how I wanted to tease it, was this chapter, but you guessed it! Arrgghh! Anywho, hope everyone liked it, keep calm and may the Aura be with you!
