Chapter 13: 'Ey There Shelia

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Molly's comment somewhat confused Nate, "What?"

"You weren't searched when you arrived here, were you?" she asked.

"Ummm…No." Nate admitted, a little awkwardly, "None of us were when we came in."

"Probably cause you were the only one that had pockets at the time." Khan pointed out.

Molly sighed and rubbed her brow, "Someone is going to get demoted for this." She said, "I'll let my superiors know and we'll have you searched. I'll have to send Boomer a message saying that you may be late upon your return. These guys like to punish depending on what they find." She said before leaving the room and locking the door behind her.

Nate stretched a little before he began to untie his boots, chances are they were going to search them, so he thought it'd make it a bit easy for them. Once they were off, he curiously sniffed them, big mistake. Immediately he recoiled and fought the gag reflex as his eyes stung a little. He decided it would be best he kept them far away while they were off. Once he pushed them away a good distance, he began to reach into his jacket and empty his pockets.

"Ugh." Khan said, "Did something die in those boots?"

"You try working in a mine for hours a day with no bathing system for a month without having some kind of body odor." he said as he continued to empty his pockets. Soon he was surrounded by his journal, the pencil, the deck of cards he had pulled out, and some pokè.

"I hope you don't expect them to believe that's all you have on you." Khan said as he observed the items.

Nate looked over at him, "And what makes you think I have more?"

Khan rolled his eyes, "Comparing that face bush you call facial hair to how clean shaven you were when I first met you, I know you've got something sharp hiding in there." He pointed out.

"Well aren't you the observant one," Nate said sarcastically, "Or maybe it wasn't observing, maybe you were checking me out." He added with a slight grin.

Khan's face fell into a deadpan, "Checking you out?" he said as he looked him over, "Yeah, right. Anyone that finds you attractive has to be crazy." He said.

It was at that moment that Kali decided to reveal herself by emerging from one of the many shadows in the room, "I'll have you know that I find him very attractive." She said as she shot Nate a look that made Nate try to hide his discomfort.

Khan looked over at Kali, "Don't you have someone to torture?" he asked. "Or anything better to do?"

Kali shrugged, "If you don't want me here just say-"

"I don't want you here." Khan said rather bluntly.

Kali pouted, or rather the best pout she could manage with her zipper mouth, "Well that's just rude." She said, "Fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted."

"Can you?" Khan asked, Nate had to hold back a snort that fought to come out. Kali only stuck her tongue out at Khan before dipping back into the shadows. "Case in point." Khan muttered.

"Actually…" Nate admitted, "There is actually a group of gijinka girls that have stalked me for the past while that would further your point even more. One benefit of being captured is that I'm far less likely to run into them" He said with a slight shudder. "Don't ask me why, I don't even know why they're so obsessed with me."

"Then why do you let them chase you?" Khan asked, "Just take care of them by tricking them into chasing you into a strip club or something." He said as he leaned his back against the bars and pulled his bandana over his eyes.

"And you think I haven't tried that?" Nate said, "Those girls are thirstier than…than…"

"Manaphy in the middle of the desert?" Khan suggested, not entirely invested in the conversation.

"Yeah, that works." Nate said, "That card game offer still stands."

"I'd love to, but I'm curious to see if it's Cresselia planning my evening or Darkrai." Khan said, "You apparently had a shit day, I suggest you get as much sleep in as you can." Then Khan seemed to relax before falling silent, about a minute later Khan's breathing began to become even and a bit heavy.

"Hm, maybe he can fall asleep that fast." Nate muttered, it was probably a good idea to take his advice. So Nate closed his eyes and hoped there wouldn't be any nightmares. He didn't have a lot of confidence in that happening, but a guy can dream right?

"Wake up!"

Nate bolted awake, he looked up and saw the Mawile had unlocked the cage and was standing in the entrance, as well as three guards he was sure he hadn't seen before, the guards looked exactly the same, were they triplets. "A simple tap on the shoulder would've sufficed."

"For once I agree." Khan muttered.

"Oh, so sorry. If only I gave a muk." She said, "Come on Wild Jacket, I see you have some stuff laid out. But we need to make sure you've got nothing else hidden away."

"Alright alright," Nate said as he got up and walked out of the cage, "and none of this Wild Jacket stuff…come to think of it I don't think we've been properly introduced." He pointed out, so he stuck out a hand and gave her a charming smile, "The name's Nate Xerna."

She didn't seem at all fazed by his introduction, "Molly Ironwood." She said as she turned around, completely ignoring his outstretched hand, "Grab his jacket and I'll search it, then you three can strip and search the rest of him."

"Whoa whoa whoa, time out," Nate said, making a time out sign, "Strip? Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not that type of human. Even if I was, I don't swing that way." He said, "But if it were Molly doing the stripping. I suggest you buy me dinner first." He said with a slightly exaggerated wink.

Molly rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. Nate was sure he was imagining it, but he was sure that Molly's ponyta-tail wiggled, "Just get it done." She muttered as she got out of the others' way.

"Alright Wild Jacket." The middle guard said, "Give us the jacket, nice and easy."

Nate shrugged, and was about to take his jacket off, but then decided to have a bit of fun. "You're more than welcome to come and grab it for yourselves."

Khan sighed, was Nate seriously doing this? If so, he began to get up.

Each of the three guards rolled their eyes, and when one of them reached out to grab it, Nate moved out of their reach, "Ooh, nice attempt for not trying." The guard growled in annoyance, and went for Nate again, "Whoa." He said as he danced out of their way. As he did so the second guard dove for him, but Nate was able to evade their efforts as well, "Nuh uh uh." He said. They were becoming more and more aggravated and the third member of the trio all but charged Nate, but like the first two he moved out of the way, "Three strikes and you're-"

"I got it." Khan said. Everyone looked toward Khan, who was holding up Nate's leather jacket.

"What the?" Nate looked down at himself, his jacket was gone. He looked at Khan in a mixture of shock and confusion, "Okay…how?" he asked. He was pretty sure he was wearing his jacket a second ago, and never once did he notice Khan in all that commotion. Even the guards that were trying to grab him were surprised.

"Are you guys going to grab it, or just stand there gawking?" Khan asked, when nobody moved he threw the jacket towards Molly, who easily caught it. "Well, my work here is done so don't disturb me until I need to go back to my assignment." He said before going back inside the cage, sat down and pulled his bandanna over his eyes.

"Thank you." Molly said, then she turned to the still shocked guards, "Get to work!" she shouted. The guards came out of their days when they jumped at Molly's command. "Yeah someone's definitely getting demoted." She muttered.

"Yes ma'am." One of the three guards gave Nate a stern look, "No more funny business. Or do we need to send for Miss Kali?"

Nate shivered, "Fine," He said, not wanted to see her anytime soon, "Not the first time I've dropped my pants in front of someone." He said, mostly to himself as he began to unzip his coveralls

After removing his coveralls, Nate was left in just his underwear and socks leaving his chest, which was marked by scars of varying kinds, clearly exposed. One of the guards regarded it with indifference, "A map of your luck." He muttered.

"What?" Nate asked.

The guard made a gesture at his scars, "You evaded guards and got away with only those marks? That's luck."

"Or I'm just skilled." Nate suggested.

The guard shook his head, "Getting away may take skill, but fighting back and doing it for as long as you have with only the scars you have to show for it takes serious luck." He said before picking up Nate's discarded coveralls and laying them across the ground, "Alright let's get searching." He said.

The three guards then stood by each other and held their hands out. The armor covering their hands began to split apart and shift around, causing their hands began to change. It led Nate to realize that the armor wasn't covering their hands, their armor was their hands. Their hands soon formed into magnets than started to crackle with electricity an emit a barely visible wave that was focused on the coveralls, but some of the small objects made of metal in the room still seemed effected by it.

"You guys are a Magneton." Nate said, "So do you guys share a mind? How does that work?" All three of them seemed too focused on their job to acknowledge him.

Nothing on or in the coveralls seemed to be reacting to the magnetic pulse, but something in Nate's underwear seemed to be. One of the three turned to look at the strange activity, "Care to explain?" He asked.

"Ummm…would you believe it if I said magnetism is a fetish I have?" Nate tried.

The guards didn't answer and instead one of the magnets turned back into a hand grabbed the waistband of Nate's undies and stretched it. When it did so, two object all but flew out and stuck to the magnets.

"Molly, we got something!" They called out.

Molly stopped searching through the pockets of the jacket and walked over to the guards. When they held the magnets out to Molly, she pulled off the objects attached to them. "Hm," she said as she looked them over. They looked like switchblade hilts, one bigger and better designed than the other. And when she flicked her wrist to have the. Blades fold out, she saw that only one of them was a switchblade. The other was an old fashioned shaving razor. The knife was pretty big for a knife and had an inscription on it, "Matt Xerna," she read before looking at Nate, "the Matt Xerna?"

He nodded, "My adopted father, you know him?"

"Not many guards don't at least know his name." Molly said, "If not for his decision to retire he probably would've qualified for the position of Admiral of Pokéarth," Nate was slightly caught off guard, he knew his dad was skilled and had a respectable reputation, but enough to be Plasmane's second in command? It was certainly something interesting to hear. "but why would he have a knife?"

"Just in case. That's what he always told me." Nate explained.

"Well, they now belong to the force of this castle." Molly said as she folded the blades back into their hilts and putting them into a back at her belt. "I found nothing of interest in your jacket, nothing save for this." She said as she held up a rectangle wrapped in a gold foil wrapper. Part of the foil was peeled down to reveal the brown smooth bar underneath. She brought the sweet close to her face and smelled the chocolate, a look of bliss coming to her face.

"Huh," Nate said, "I'd completely forgotten about that bar of chocolate." Also it seemed that Molly had a bit of a sweet tooth.

"Not sure how you could." She said as she broke a piece off and popped it into her mouth, "It's so good~"

"Hey, how about sharing some of that." Nate said, the Magneton triplets looked at him in a way that implied they thought he was nuts.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Nate fell silent…where did that noise come from?

"Hm, it would seem that you're not the only one that thinks that." Molly said, then her dark gray hair began to move. It turned from individual hairs to coming together and fusing to form a hardened steel-like hide. The gray darkened into a black and the ponyta-tail extended and became large before it split in half to reveal it had become a large and strong looking mouth with massive razor sharp teeth.

The mouth let out a snarl before snapping and chomping at the air a few times.

"There there," Molly said, almost in an attempt to soothe it, "You'll be fed soon enough. This should hold you over until then." She said before tossing the chocolate bar into the air. In the blink of an eye the candy bar, wrapper and all, was gone and the mouth was chewing before shrinking and turning back into Molly's ponyta-tail.

"Okay, that just happened," Nate said, slightly intimidated.

Molly seemed to relax a little, "Its always a stress reliever when it's not dormant." She said, "Now, since slaves carrying objects that can be used as weapons outside of their assigned areas is against the rules. We have to punish you." She turned to the triplets, "Take him to the chambers."

One of them grinned, "We know just who to give him to." He said as the other two grabbed Nate.

"Can I at least get dressed first?" Nate asked.

"Not unless you want your clothes shredded." One of the three said, "You seem to like sharp objects, so you should get along with who we're sending you to." The three guards escorted Nate out of the room and after closing the door behind them, the room fell silent.

Molly walked into the cage and picked up the items Nate had earlier laid out. Though she had to look away to get some fresh air when she whiffed his boots, "Oh Arceus those reek." She said with a slight gag. So she quickly picked up the remaining items on the ground so she could get out of that cage and lock it up as soon as possible.

She added the remaining items to the pouch attached to her belt, but wasn't so quick to put the small leather book away. Her curiosity had been engaged so she opened the book and started to flip through the pages, "Looks like our jacket-wearing pain in the ass has a hobby." She said out loud. While she wouldn't ever admit it, Nate's drawing were pretty good for a human, "What about you Khan, do you have any artsy hobbies?" she asked.

Khan, slightly annoyed at being disturbed, waited a few seconds before giving a response, "I knit."

Molly stopped and looked up from the sketchbook to look at Khan, then she grinned and let out a giggle, "Good one." She said before going back to flipping through the pages.

"If you say so." Khan said with a shrug.

As Molly reached the last pages, she slowed down to look at all the sketches of one girl, "Well, somebody's obsessed." She muttered. "If I were this girl I'd have gotten a restraining order long ago."

"Her name is Carol," Khan said, "Nate thinks she's dead, but in reality she's not."

Molly gave a short laugh before nodding in agreement, "I'd fake my death too if it meant getting away from this guy. That or invite him to one of my…hair appointments." She said, a low growl coming from her ponyta-tail.

Khan heard the growl and that was enough for him to figure out what 'hair appointment' probably meant. "I was going to stay off it before, but now I really know not to get on your bad side."

"Wise choice," Molly said, "Well I have to turn these items into my supervisor, can I trust you to stay here and behave?" she asked, almost mockingly.

"You locked the cage and are going to lock the door from the outside when you leave. Tell me how I'm supposed to do anything else?" Khan asked.

Molly shrugged, "Just making sure." She said before leaving the room and locking the door behind her.

Khan raised a hand to lift his bandanna to make sure that Molly wasn't in the room. When he saw she wasn't, he pulled the bandanna onto his forehead before looking at what he had in his other hand; Nate's switchblade.

When Molly was collecting Nate's things in the cage, it gave Khan the perfect opportunity to reach into the pickpocket Molly and take the knife from the pouch at her belt. He looked the switch blade over, admiring the craftsmanship of it. But why did he do it?...Well like Nate said before, just in case.

Nate wasn't sure to which chamber he was being taken to, but he was relieved when they walked by the entrance to Kali's chamber, but his spirits didn't raised when they brought him to what looked like the door to a safe. And the cracks of the door's edges were filled with frost like it was a massive freezer.

"Are you sure you guys can't give me my jacket, or at least my boots?" Nate asked.

The guards only chuckled, "If your reputation holds true, you should manage fine."

The guard that wasn't holding Nate was the one that opened the door by turning the wheel. At first they had a bit of trouble, but after a bit of strain the wheel turned and some frost crystals came loose and fell to the floor. Then when they pulled the door opened, a rush of cold air came out and some fog drifted out of the room. When the door was opened enough the guards pushed Nate inside before heaving the door closed.

Nate stumbled a few steps before he slipped on the ice that was on the floor and fell onto his back. Nate's body tensed up from the cold surge through his back. The sudden change in temperature forced all of Nate's breath out of his lungs in a foggy exhale. He tried to get up, but his socks made it hard to keep a good grip on the ground, so any attempt he made to get up only resulted in him falling back down.

Eventually he settled simply for sitting up and looking around. The first thing he noticed was that the room was bigger than Kali's, and it was obviously far colder. As if the ice didn't make that fact obvious. But it was so cold that the food was covered in a fog that Nate couldn't see through, making it unclear just how big the room was.

"Okay Nate, obviously you're dealing with an Ice-Type." He muttered to himself, running through a list of possible gijinka he could be up against. But he didn't get a lot of time before an intercom came on, causing Nate to jump.

"Alright Sheila, he should be ready for you." a voice echoed throughout the chamber.

"Sheila?" Nate asked to no one in particular, so the gijinka was a female, "Uh…Miss Sheila?" he called out, "Any chance you could decrease the amount of ice on the floor? I'm kinda having trouble standing up."

Nate's only response was a sinister feminine giggle, "Isn't that adorable?" the voice must've been Shelia's, but the echo in the room and the fog made it close to impossible to pinpoint where she was.

SHEEN!

Nate's head whipped to the side where the noise came from, there was nothing there except for deep scratches in the ice that he swore weren't there before. "Ice-type, extremely fast, with apparently sharp claws…oh boy." He said, knowing what he was up against.

"Give the slave a prize." Sheila said before Nate was suddenly surrounded by a grey blur that was almost trying to pick up a whirlwind of wind and frost around him. When the blur suddenly came to a stop, Nate didn't have time to get a good look at Sheila before he did his best to move out of the way before something came down hard on the area was sitting in and shattering the ice, leaving the ground underneath it completely exposed, "And there you go."

"Uh, thanks," Nate said as he moved to the spot of exposed ground. As he got up, he got a good look at Sheila now that she was standing still.

Like he suspected, she was a Weavile gijinka. While he was expecting her to be white as snow, her skin was actually more like Windy's. Her cat-like eyes were an intense blood red and held a chilling sinister look to them. She was wearing a skin tight grey robe you'd see a ninja wear with a red bandana around her neck and black ice skates on her feet. Her hair was the same color as her bandana and was cut short and styled into a pixie-cut. Her red-painted lips curled into natural smirk to reveal perfectly white teeth that was a total contrast to the rest of her. But her most notable feature were the gauntlets on her hands, they were a glimmering silver that almost shined white. The tips of the fingers of the gauntlets were gone to show the tops of her fingers and well maintained pointed nails painted with metallic polish.

"Hmmm," Sheila said as she skated around Nate. "It's not common that they send a slave my way a little underdressed, but rarely is it one so ripped with so little scars." She said as she ran a hand down Nate's arm. The contact ran shivers down Nate's spines and caused goose bumps to appear on his skin.

"Yeah…hi, I'm Nate Xerna. Though the gijinka know me as the Wild Jacket." He said a bit awkwardly.

"Oh I know who you are." She said with a giggle, "Kali had quite a few things to say about you. I'm tell in you now that you shouldn't expect such special treatment from me though." Nate did not what to know what Kali would be saying about him, after she skated a full circle around him, she came to a stop in front of him, "Let's get started, shall we?" she said as she raised her hands and the fingernails began to extend out of her fingers and turn into several inch long sharp claws.

"Holy shit." Nate said.

His response made Shelia's grin widen a bit, "Oh this is going to be fun alright." She said before she just about disappeared from view as her skates made a new trail in the ice. Nate didn't know where she was now, but he knew what general area she was in due to the direction the trail went in. So he went into a guarded stance, preparing himself for what was to come, "You know, personally I think you'd look better without that beard." Sheila said.

The comment somewhat confused Nate, but then a section of the fog dispersed as the blur once again came into view and sped by him several different times. With each blur some red fuzz from Nate's beard was sent into the air. "Augh!" Nate cried out as his hand went to a stinging feeling in his left arm, when he removed his hand, he saw four distinct cuts that were beginning to show blood. Then he used his free hand to feel his face, Sheila had trimmed his beard down from a bush to stubble.

"You know Wild Jacket, I expected more of a fight from you." Sheila said as she sped past Nate again. This time the stinging came from his lower back, "From hearing several guards trash talk you." Another blur followed by a stinging in his abdominal region, "I expected you to live up to your reputation."

After a few more blurs slashed him, Nate decided that he had enough. So he focused everything he had into his senses and he could barely make out a part of the fog begin to disperse, "Rah!" Nate all but roared as he dropped down and swept his leg in a circular arch across the icy floor.

He felt his leg connect with something and a swearing pain erupted in his leg as the blur suddenly became Sheila as the trip caught her off guard and sent her tumbling through the air. Nate's breathing was now heave as he brought his leg toward him to find the source of the pain, which he didn't have to search long for. Going across his shin a few inches above his ankle was a large deep gash that was pretty much oozing blood.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Nate turned to see that Sheila had caught herself by digging her claws into the ice and holding herself into the air. Her eyes still full of mischief, but still looked impressed. "That was a pretty big risk you took there, and had I been going full speed. I would've easily taken your foot off with these things." she said pointing to one of her ice skates, which had blood on the blade.

She wasn't even going at full speed? The blood flowing from the gash and several cuts on his body was causing the room to spin and he could feel the cold air sucking out his stamina.

Then she got herself back into her feet and skated back to being in front of Nate, "Looks like you're definitely going to need to go to the infirmaty…but first the finishing touch." She said with a grin.

Nate didn't get a chance to fully process those words before some of her claws glowed white and larger before slashing across the left side of his face. Nate screamed from the pain that erupted from his cheek, "You bitch!" he shouted out of reflex.

Sheila shook a scolding finger at Nate, "Didn't your father ever teach you not to talk to a lady like that?" she asked. "You should be thanking me, those marks will leave some impressive scars. And everyone knows chicks dig scars." She said before she brought her hand to her face and licked the blood from one of her claws, "I know I do." She said, giving Nate a look that reminded him of Kali.

…Nate was beginning to think that Khan had a point about the crazy ones finding him attractive. Nate wanted to make a retort, but instead he collapsed to the floor, the cold and the blood loss taking it's toll.

As Nate's eyes opened, his vision was slightly blurry, and the more he blinked the more his vision came into focus. He was lying on a cot in what looked to be an infirmary. When he tried to move, his body only ached in response. He looked down at himself to see bandages on various parts of his body, and a thick one around where Sheila's skate had got him. Summoning his strength he raised a hair to feel the bandage that covered his cheek and a part of his chin and neck, also he noticed that his stubble was completely gone.

Lowering his hand, he looked around he notice that there was only one other gijinka in the room that was looking in the medicines in the cabinet on the wall. She was a Blissey Gijinka with figure somewhat similar to Nikki's, but it was more of a pear than an hour-class figure. She has white hair with pink highlights that was pinned back into a bun and she was wearing a doctor's uniform with a nurse's hat on her head.

After making a decision, she picked out three different containers on the shelf and turned back around. Upon noticing Nate's conscious state, her chocolate brown eyes lit up as a smile came onto her face. "Ah, you're up." The gijinka had a lovely voice that filled him with warmth and comfort. Then her expression fell into an apologetic one, "I apologize for your current state, Sheila has been known to go a little too far and could've caused some permanent damage."

Nate looked down at himself, "How long to I need to have these bandages for?" Nate asked.

"Oh, not for too much longer." The Blissey said, "Once I remove those bandages and apply the final treatment, you should be good as new. Unfortunately I'm not allowed do anything about the scars."

Nate shrugged, which only caused him to wince, "I don't mind having a few new scars." He said. "I'm Nate by the way."

"The Wild Jacket," The Blissey said with a nod, "And yes, I've heard about you, I'm Althia. I'm a medic here at Castle Spear Pillar." She said as she walked to a table in the room and opening the containers.

"I kinda figured that much out on my own," Nate said with a chuckle, "Just out of curiosity, what kind of things have you heard about me?"

Althia stopped doing…whatever it was that she was doing, before continuing, "I treat a lot of the guards when they get injured, or pretend to be injured just so they can see me, and some of them have talked about you quite a bit." She said before turning around and walking towards Nate with a white egg in her hand, "Here, eat this." she said as she handed the egg to him.

Nate accepted the egg, though he wasn't sure what to think of it, to be honest it was a bit weird. Deciding to just get it over with, he popped the egg into his mouth and began to chew. There was a bit of a crunch, but then his mouth was overwhelmed with a the creamy sweet taste of citrus and white chocolate that made his eyes widen in surprise.

Nate's reaction made Althia laugh, "My egg treats are what makes the guards continue to fake their injuries." She said, "Now, let's get those bandages off you and I'll contact the guards to have you escorted back to the cages."

Nate swallowed, "Good, because I think these bandages are beginning to itch."

"Good, it means the treatment is working." She said as she began to remove the multiple bandages all over Nate's body. As she did so, Nate looked at the long red-pink lines of varying lengths that the bandages had been hiding. When Althia removed the thick bandage around his leg, Nate not only saw that the scar was much bigger than his other scars, but also that the scar left a bit of an indent in his leg. "Alright now your left should feel a bit awkward to walk on. So for now you shouldn't be making any rapid direction changes."

"Well, good thing mine working doesn't require a lot of movement then." Nate said.

"I know it may be very difficult for you to do, but no talking while I remove the bandage on your face." Althia said as she began to slowly peel the bandage off. The feeling of the skin being tugged was an interesting one and it didn't help the itchy tingling sensation, but soon he had been completely pulled off, "Hm, now there's a conversation starter right there." Althia said, obviously looking at the scar.

"You have a mirror I can look into?" Nate asked.

"To your left," Althia said, "Feel free to look. I need to send for the guards anyway." She said before she walked out of the room.

After the door close, Nate redirected his gaze to the left. Then he tilted his head to get a better look at it the claw marks really stood out, but at least it didn't look gruesome, "Well, that's something I'll probably never get used to." He pointed out, then he grinned, "Maybe the ladies will go crazy over it." he joked, but then his expression dropped as his face paled in horror over the thought, "Oh, hell no!"

The guards that came to escort him back said nothing about the scars, and the escort back didn't have a lot of talking either. and when they opened the door to the cages, they only shoved him in and closed the door.

Not long after he was shoved in. Molly quickly grabbed Nate and forced his arms begind his back, "Hey take it easy there, I'm still a bit tender." Nate said.

"I wouldn't use the word tender around me so casually right now." Molly said as she forced him to walk to the cage Khan was in. When Nate was put into the cage he was relieved to see that his clothes were in there, as well as his sketchbook and pencils.

"Thanks for leaving me something." Nate said as he began to put his coveralls back on.

Molly shrugged, "My superiors saw no threat in you having a hobby, so they allowed you to keep it." she explained.

"Well, give my thanks to your superiors the next time you see them then." Nate said as he sat down to put his boots back on. As he was tying them, his skin singles as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He looked to see that Khan's gaze was on him. "Oh yeah, the gijinka they threw me too gave some new scars. What do you think?" he said as he tilted his head to give Khan a full view of his facial scar.

"I thought there was no possible way your mug could get any uglier." Khan muttered.

Nate's expression turned to one of hurt, "Ooh that's harsh man. It ain't that bad, chicks dig scars you know."

Khan's expression was dead pan, "If you're going by that logic then I'm a total babe magnet." He said.

"Well, how about we get a second opinion on this." Nate said before turning to the only female in the room, "Hey Molly, is it true that female dig scars?"

Molly seemed to think for a second, "Well, the last gijinka that used that approach on me did getan offer for some oral action." She said.

"See, told you." Nate said to Khan in a proud voice.

"Oh yeah, he was proud of the score too and gladly agreed," Molly said, "But then he found out which mouth I was talking about." She said she said before her ponyta-tail grew and became her second mouth, snarling and take a few chomps out of the air.

"…Is that what you do to all your boyfriends?" Nate asked.

Molly shook her head, "Only the ones my uncle sets me up with," She said.

Nate was confused, "Your uncle?"

"Daedalus." Khan said simply.

Realization came to Nate's eyes, so Molly was the one Boomer was talking about, the one that the guards hope they wouldn't have to deal with as a punishment. But that would mean…

"You know what, I don't wanna know." Nate said.

"Good, because I need to have you escorted back down to the mines pretty soon." Molly said. "And I'm pretty sure that you'll be going back to the princess pretty soon White Bandanna."

The black-hair slave sighed, "Can't wait." Khan muttered.

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Alright, that wraps things up for this chapter, hopefully you all enjoyed it. Sorry it's a bit late, with last Sunday being Easter Sunday I didn't get a lot of time to right and I missed my deadline, but I assure you I will be making an effort so that never happens again.

I want to know what you guys thought of Sheila the Weavile and Althia the Blissey

Shout out to SmilingPrince, thor94, and Blade5678; thanks for reviewing the last chapter. Now the vote still goes for what the next chapter should be; Day of Music, or Council of Seven? Be sure to leave a review telling me your thoughts and submitting in your votes and if you review I'll be sure to give you a shout out in the next chapter.

Alright, that's all I have time for. So until next time…

This is W. R. Winters signing off.