*gives cookies to reviewers* Wahhhhhhhh!!!! I have exams next week, but my
muses are making it impossible for me to study! Wahhhhhh!!!!!!!!
Balm: *half asleep* It's not my fault. I'm being quiet.
*snorts* yeah, until Flash, being his klutzy self, makes something fall on you. Or until Zephyr gets a sugar high (which, unfortunately, is normal) Or until Sap begins ranting about his latest plot to take over the world. Are you still the quietest one?
Balm: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Jeez... no support whatsoever. Well, I have something to say that I forgot to in the past few chapters: the rating will not go up unless too many people think that it should.
Anyway, on with the chapter.
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"Agatio, hurry up. Alex will be back any minute now." The said mars adept grumbled under his breath, but picked up the heavy box anyway.
"Oof! Karst, what the hell is in this thing?!"
Karst kept walking, but her companion could tell that there was an evil smirk creeping onto her face. "Oh, just a few things to mess lord Scrooge here up. Hair dye, gunpowder, you know..."
Agatio was still grumbling by the time that they reached Alex's quarters. Setting down the box as quickly as he could without dropping it, he began rubbing his arms to get rid of the numbness. "I know that I'm strong, but that box was almost too heavy for me."
"Quiet. We can't afford to let anybody hear us." She turned to the box and began setting up the traps that they'd been planning for weeks. Several minutes later, she stood back to admire her handiwork. "Well? Can you see anything different about this room?"
Agatio looked up to see that the room looked exactly the same as before... except for the box he had brought in now being empty. "Nope. Now let's get the box out of here."
"Whoever said it had to be removed?" Karst punched the box several times to reduce it to a pile of broken planks, then threw it into the large fireplace and cast flare. As the wood began to burn, she took a scroll out of her pocket and placed it on Alex's desk, being sure to shove about half of its contents to the floor first. Smiling evilly again, she motioned for Agatio to follow her as she left the room and headed for the barracks. "Scrooge and the old coot won't know what hit them."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mia woke from her restless slumber as the door to her cell opened, causing it to become half-illuminated with the flickering light from the torches that Alex's guards held. Alex himself stood between them, an ever- present haughty smirk gracing his features as he spoke. "I wasn't kidding when I told you that I'd want an opinion on my new slave. I expect one next time I come here."
A body was thrown roughly to the floor of the cell, but she couldn't make out the features because of her captor's fast departure. She glared at the door for a few minutes, took one more glance at the person, and fell asleep again.
The mercury adept woke up several hours later as small beams of light found their way though the crack under the door. Stretching as she yawned, Mia started slightly as her foot hit something. Looking over, she saw that it was the person from before. He lay unmoving in the same position he had landed when tossed.
Becoming slightly worried, she moved over and rested his head on her knees, casting ply in attempt to wake him up while muttering, "You'd better live through this. I don't want to stay any longer than necessary." As she was about to retreat to her usual place, she noticed a pool of blood where he had been, and turning him over, the mercury adept revealed a shallow gash in his back. Sighing in annoyance, she healed that as well.
Mia sat back to study his features as best she could in the dim light as she waited she waited for him to wake up. He was pale in both skin and hair, fairly skinny yet muscular as well. His hands were long and thin, but calloused from work.
Mia's observations were interrupted as dark eyes of innumerable depths flickered open, their intense gaze focused directly on her. His face darkened with a blush as he turned away from her and removed his tunic, tossing it in her direction. She put it on instantly, despite their size difference; while it only went to mid-thigh on him, it was almost to her knees.
Still slightly shocked at the intensity of his gaze, she asked, "What's your name?"
He faced her again, his eyes seeming to pierce into her soul as he responded.
"Isaac."
Balm: *half asleep* It's not my fault. I'm being quiet.
*snorts* yeah, until Flash, being his klutzy self, makes something fall on you. Or until Zephyr gets a sugar high (which, unfortunately, is normal) Or until Sap begins ranting about his latest plot to take over the world. Are you still the quietest one?
Balm: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Jeez... no support whatsoever. Well, I have something to say that I forgot to in the past few chapters: the rating will not go up unless too many people think that it should.
Anyway, on with the chapter.
...................................................................
"Agatio, hurry up. Alex will be back any minute now." The said mars adept grumbled under his breath, but picked up the heavy box anyway.
"Oof! Karst, what the hell is in this thing?!"
Karst kept walking, but her companion could tell that there was an evil smirk creeping onto her face. "Oh, just a few things to mess lord Scrooge here up. Hair dye, gunpowder, you know..."
Agatio was still grumbling by the time that they reached Alex's quarters. Setting down the box as quickly as he could without dropping it, he began rubbing his arms to get rid of the numbness. "I know that I'm strong, but that box was almost too heavy for me."
"Quiet. We can't afford to let anybody hear us." She turned to the box and began setting up the traps that they'd been planning for weeks. Several minutes later, she stood back to admire her handiwork. "Well? Can you see anything different about this room?"
Agatio looked up to see that the room looked exactly the same as before... except for the box he had brought in now being empty. "Nope. Now let's get the box out of here."
"Whoever said it had to be removed?" Karst punched the box several times to reduce it to a pile of broken planks, then threw it into the large fireplace and cast flare. As the wood began to burn, she took a scroll out of her pocket and placed it on Alex's desk, being sure to shove about half of its contents to the floor first. Smiling evilly again, she motioned for Agatio to follow her as she left the room and headed for the barracks. "Scrooge and the old coot won't know what hit them."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mia woke from her restless slumber as the door to her cell opened, causing it to become half-illuminated with the flickering light from the torches that Alex's guards held. Alex himself stood between them, an ever- present haughty smirk gracing his features as he spoke. "I wasn't kidding when I told you that I'd want an opinion on my new slave. I expect one next time I come here."
A body was thrown roughly to the floor of the cell, but she couldn't make out the features because of her captor's fast departure. She glared at the door for a few minutes, took one more glance at the person, and fell asleep again.
The mercury adept woke up several hours later as small beams of light found their way though the crack under the door. Stretching as she yawned, Mia started slightly as her foot hit something. Looking over, she saw that it was the person from before. He lay unmoving in the same position he had landed when tossed.
Becoming slightly worried, she moved over and rested his head on her knees, casting ply in attempt to wake him up while muttering, "You'd better live through this. I don't want to stay any longer than necessary." As she was about to retreat to her usual place, she noticed a pool of blood where he had been, and turning him over, the mercury adept revealed a shallow gash in his back. Sighing in annoyance, she healed that as well.
Mia sat back to study his features as best she could in the dim light as she waited she waited for him to wake up. He was pale in both skin and hair, fairly skinny yet muscular as well. His hands were long and thin, but calloused from work.
Mia's observations were interrupted as dark eyes of innumerable depths flickered open, their intense gaze focused directly on her. His face darkened with a blush as he turned away from her and removed his tunic, tossing it in her direction. She put it on instantly, despite their size difference; while it only went to mid-thigh on him, it was almost to her knees.
Still slightly shocked at the intensity of his gaze, she asked, "What's your name?"
He faced her again, his eyes seeming to pierce into her soul as he responded.
"Isaac."