These are Bandits?
Lina fumed. The werefox paced back and forth in the cave she made a home. The claws on her feet clicked nearly constantly, nearly in time with the swishing of her tail.
"Wait until I get my hands on that dragon," she growled. Filia arched an eyebrow at her.
"As if this were not that girl of your's fault." Lina snapped a glare at her friend and recalled the conversation with her sister.
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"I must say that your daughter has much better taste in men than you seem to." Lina blinked and looked cautiously at her sister.
"What do you mean by that?"
"That is assuming that when Val Garv was reincarnated that he was purged of ALL the mazoku blood." Luna glanced curiously at Lina as her sister clawed furrows into her table.
"Interesting reaction." Lina looked down and glanced up nervously at her sister, and laughed nervously. "I assume you don't approve of the dragon as a suitor."
"What makes you say that?" Lina asked nervously. Luna pointed at the damage to the table. "Well, she's young yet."
"I see," Luna arched an eyebrow.
Her sister might have been glad to see her alive, and Lina might not have been AS scared of her sister as she used to be. However, that did not mean Lina was about to directly disagree with Luna on any matter. Of course she wasn't about to agree either.
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"She didn't say anything happened," Filia noted. "She just implied that they might like each other." Filia watched as Lina paced from room to room carrying things back and forth. "Excuse me, but what are you doing?"
"I keep meaning to catalog all of this stuff," Lina muttered. Filia had, over time, broken into most of Lina's dimensional pockets, the result was an incredible clutter in some of the unused caves.
"And what does that have to do with..." Filia blinked. "Hmmm, good idea." Filia stood up and vanished, probably to begun to consider her own stockpiles of various oddiments. She may have had a small horde by dragon standards, but that was still quite a bit.
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Val and Xina sneezed almost simultaneously. Everybody else turned to them with mildly reproachful looks.
"This doesn't look like a den of evil bandits," Amethyst scratched her head as the stood over where the trail had led them.
"No, this just looks....silly."
"At least Val won't stand out then," Jol commented dryly. He felt the paired glares directed at him, and smirked. He didn't notice Xina blink and turn towards Val with a smirk of her own. Val, could hardly miss it.
"What is it?" he asked resigned.
"Would you two please keep a little quieter?" Xalan asked.
"So why would a circus attack a travelling magician in the first place?" Amethyst asked. "Oh well, they must be using the circus as a cover for their evil...." Xalan brought her down quietly.
"We're trying to keep QUIET," he repeated. Amethyst crossed her arms and hmphed.
"You could be more polite about it," she chided. She looked back and immediately noticed the absence of a certain pair. "Where did Val and Xina go?"
"Found them," Jol pointed to a pair of figures sneaking under the main tent. The shorter one virtually dragging along her partner.
"Oh joy," Xalan muttered.
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"Hey!" Sherra shouted happily, watching the thin stream of black power running between her fingers. "I'm getting back to normal."
Good, at this rate you'll be totally cured in another decade or so. She growled at the sword and let the power dissipate. It was more than a little tiring.
"Anyway, on to other things," she ignored the sword's grumblings, mostly anyway. "Hey, we're not on any specific mission here." Unfortunately, she had no idea where they had gone since that last battle. She hadn't learned much in this town either, something about an elf and a fox girl shopping for clothes and devouring someones larder. She waved her hand for the waitress to come over.
"Are you SURE that..."
"WE DON'T SELL BEAR MEAT!!!"
"Mmmm, okay, I'll take some more of that.....whatever it was," she smiled cheerfully.
"And you CAN pay for this, can't you?" Sherra dug around a little in her pockets and tossed some gems on the table.
"Actually, I'm not certain, is that enough?" The waitress blinked, nonpulsed.
"OHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!" Half the customers covered their ears in terror-filled pain, the remainder abandoned the building.
L-Sama! WHAT is that? A buxom woman with graying hair sauntered up to the bar. She was in decent shape for someone of her age, but the outfit she was wearing definately belonged to a much younger woman.
"I'm seeking news of Lina Inverse," she screeched out. Sherra snapped her mouth shut at the mention of Lina Inverse's name.
"Somebody is after Lina," Sherra whispered, rubbing her hands together and smiling evily. "All I have to do is follow her around until she finds the little bi...I mean great lady and save her life. Then I'm sure Lina would be happy to..."
After six hundred years I'd thought we'd gone through all the adolescent fantasy worlds.
"Oh, be quiet."
"You're saying there wasn't a red haired sorceress with an appetite the size of Shabrinigdo around here?"
"There was someone that ate a lot, but she was some fox girl with purple hair."
"Hey, why don't you go to Sairuun," Sherra shouted. "The prince regent is supposed to be here friend you know." Sherra turned to her food a moment and suddenly there was the fortyish woman sitting in front of her.
"Is Philoniel still alive then?"
"Uhh, no he got killed by a mazoku twenty years ago." Sherra sweatdropped, this woman was really out of the loop.
"Ohh...it must be my dear sister then as PrinCESS regent, OHOHOHOHHO!!!!" and the woman was off before Sherra could retort.
"Uhhh."
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