All You Need Is
Mr. Jupiter
Where the Quest Takes Us
Chapter 9 - House of Booze and Flame
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A couple hours after departing Qui and Issac's duel, Ivan and Sheba had grown bored of trying to get free silk from drunken merchants. They decided to go to the inn and wait for Issac and Qui to meet them there.
When they got to the Inn, they walked into the restaurant portion of it, and called for a waiter.
"What can I get for you?" the waiter asked politely.
"Ahem." Ivan cleared his throat and began talking in a deep voice. "Hello. I'm 25. And I would like a beer."
"Can I see some I.D.?" the waiter asked.
"Why? It's obvious I'm not underage, isn't it?" he turned to Sheba.
"Uh, you're fake manly voice isn't fooling anyone, small time." Sheba said to him.
"Damn you, late onset puberty!" Ivan said to himself loudly.
"So, what will you two have?" the waiter asked again.
"I TOLD YOU." Ivan said, getting an angry look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't serve alchohol to underage customers." the waiter replied.
"Fine, I'll just have a martini." Ivan said.
"A martini has alchohol in it." the waiter said.
"Damn it!" Ivan cursed. "How about a Manhattan?"
"Nope."
"Gin?"
"Sorry."
"Champagne?"
"I'm sorry sir."
"WHAT THE H-"
"Ivan! What's gotten into you?!" Sheba cut him off. She turned to the waiter. "Give us a minute."
"Yes, ma'am." the waiter turned and walked away. Just as he left, loud cursing could be heard from outside the Inn, and then the sound of something being smashed VERY hard into a wall. The smash again. And again. And once more. Then, a seemingly lifeless body came crashing through a nearby window. The glass flew all over the restaurant, causing several customers to shriek.
"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO COOL IT?!" said Qui, climbing in through the broken window.
"Ohhohhhhhohh..." Issac moaned, picking himself up from the pile of glass. "Why on EARTH would you throw me through a WINDOW!? Are you frickin' CRAZY?!"
"THE ONLY CRAZY ONE HERE IS YOU!!" Qui said, jumping on Issac and giving him a one-two punch to the face. "NOW CALM DOWN!"
"Wow." both Ivan and Sheba gazed at the two foot tall pink haired girl beating on a normal sized 18 year old. It was quite the sight.
"Maybe we should leave." Qui said, looking up from her brutish work. "You guys go wait outside, kay?" she told Ivan and Sheba.
"Sounds good."
"Now, Issac. Are you ready to act like a HUMAN again?" Qui asked the bloody and bruised body she was sitting on.
"Fine." Issac said, tilting his head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Qui jumped off him, and he stood up. If you could call it that. As he climbed to his feet, he seemed to lose all balance and fall over on a table. Unfortunately, the table had several lit candles on it.
"Uh oh." Qui said, watching from the sidelines.
"AAAUUGGHHH!!!" Issac screamed, leaping up. "I'M ON FIRE!!!" he began running around in frantic circles, causing several nearby guests to jump up and quickly leave the restaurant.
"Issac! Stop drop and roll!" Qui called.
"WHAAAUUGHHH!!" Issac dropped to the floor and began rolling. Sadly, stop drop and roll doesn't work when you roll into a puddle of spilt vodka.
"WHAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!" Issac wailed as the large puddle of alchohol burst into flames. The resulting explosion caught five tables and seven chairs on fire, as well as a rug and a window drape.
"Oh, dear god..." Qui said dejectedly, watching the flaming body roll around on the flaming floor.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" the Innkeeper came running into the room with a face that would compare to a tomato in colour.
"Crap." Qui said quietly. She ran and grabbed Issac, and with a quick leap, she was out the window, flaming Issac in tow.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sheba asked Issac.
"I'm fine. Thanks." Issac said. His clothes had burned completely, and he was now wearing a stolen burlap sack. His the right side of his hair was burned right off, and he had scrapes and scratches all over his face. He looked like a hapless pyromaniac hobo.
"I'm just glad you didn't burn to death." Qui said. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital to see about that infection in the cut on your cheek?"
"Nah." Issac dismissed the thought. "And if we're going in to see about anything, it would be about this." he pulled up the robe around his left leg, revealing a broken shin bone coming right through his skin.
"Eww!" all three of his companions moaned.
"How did you walk this far?" Ivan asked, his face turning purple in disgust.
"The bone never used to be sticking through. Walking just made it worse." Issac explained.
"What are we gonna do?" Sheba said, disappointment in her voice.
"I can fix that." said a female voice from behind them.
"Who's there?" Qui asked, turning around.
"Mia!" Ivan and Sheba exclaimed, seeing their dear friend standing there, wearing a white tank top and a knee length green skirt.
"Hi guys!" Mia said, running up to them and giving them each a hug. "Before we get too into our renunion, I'll tend to Issac."
"Whoo hoo!" Issac gave a loud cheer as Mia took a small box out of the leather backpack she was wearing. She removed some first aid tape from the box and went to work on Issac's compound fracture. She was all finished in ten minutes, and after casting Ply on the leg, she turned back to Ivan and Sheba.
"I can't believe it's you!" Sheba said. "It's been so long!"
"What brings you here to Tolbi?" Ivan asked.
"I'm taking a vacation. Imil is too cold at this time of the year, so I'm enjoying some nice sunshine." Mia told them. "How come you're all here?"
"It's a really, REALLY long story." Sheba said.
"I've got time." Mia said. "Might I suggest we go to my hotel room?"
"Were you staying at the Tolbi Inn?" Ivan asked.
"Yes." Mia answered.
"You're hotel room is burned down." Ivan told her.
"What? Why?" Mia asked, a bewildered look on her suntanned face.
"It's part of our long story." Sheba said.
"Well, let's just make ourselves comfortable here, then." Mia suggested.
"Sounds good." Ivan said.
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Mr. Jupiter: I am as unreliable as an Air Canada flight. I suffer from SWBS (Severe Writer's Block Syndrome), so sometimes I take long breaks to get some ideas. I think it's worth the wait, but what matters is, do you?
Mr. Jupiter
Where the Quest Takes Us
Chapter 9 - House of Booze and Flame
¥¥¥ ¥¥¥ ¥¥¥ ¥¥¥
A couple hours after departing Qui and Issac's duel, Ivan and Sheba had grown bored of trying to get free silk from drunken merchants. They decided to go to the inn and wait for Issac and Qui to meet them there.
When they got to the Inn, they walked into the restaurant portion of it, and called for a waiter.
"What can I get for you?" the waiter asked politely.
"Ahem." Ivan cleared his throat and began talking in a deep voice. "Hello. I'm 25. And I would like a beer."
"Can I see some I.D.?" the waiter asked.
"Why? It's obvious I'm not underage, isn't it?" he turned to Sheba.
"Uh, you're fake manly voice isn't fooling anyone, small time." Sheba said to him.
"Damn you, late onset puberty!" Ivan said to himself loudly.
"So, what will you two have?" the waiter asked again.
"I TOLD YOU." Ivan said, getting an angry look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't serve alchohol to underage customers." the waiter replied.
"Fine, I'll just have a martini." Ivan said.
"A martini has alchohol in it." the waiter said.
"Damn it!" Ivan cursed. "How about a Manhattan?"
"Nope."
"Gin?"
"Sorry."
"Champagne?"
"I'm sorry sir."
"WHAT THE H-"
"Ivan! What's gotten into you?!" Sheba cut him off. She turned to the waiter. "Give us a minute."
"Yes, ma'am." the waiter turned and walked away. Just as he left, loud cursing could be heard from outside the Inn, and then the sound of something being smashed VERY hard into a wall. The smash again. And again. And once more. Then, a seemingly lifeless body came crashing through a nearby window. The glass flew all over the restaurant, causing several customers to shriek.
"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO COOL IT?!" said Qui, climbing in through the broken window.
"Ohhohhhhhohh..." Issac moaned, picking himself up from the pile of glass. "Why on EARTH would you throw me through a WINDOW!? Are you frickin' CRAZY?!"
"THE ONLY CRAZY ONE HERE IS YOU!!" Qui said, jumping on Issac and giving him a one-two punch to the face. "NOW CALM DOWN!"
"Wow." both Ivan and Sheba gazed at the two foot tall pink haired girl beating on a normal sized 18 year old. It was quite the sight.
"Maybe we should leave." Qui said, looking up from her brutish work. "You guys go wait outside, kay?" she told Ivan and Sheba.
"Sounds good."
"Now, Issac. Are you ready to act like a HUMAN again?" Qui asked the bloody and bruised body she was sitting on.
"Fine." Issac said, tilting his head to the side and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Qui jumped off him, and he stood up. If you could call it that. As he climbed to his feet, he seemed to lose all balance and fall over on a table. Unfortunately, the table had several lit candles on it.
"Uh oh." Qui said, watching from the sidelines.
"AAAUUGGHHH!!!" Issac screamed, leaping up. "I'M ON FIRE!!!" he began running around in frantic circles, causing several nearby guests to jump up and quickly leave the restaurant.
"Issac! Stop drop and roll!" Qui called.
"WHAAAUUGHHH!!" Issac dropped to the floor and began rolling. Sadly, stop drop and roll doesn't work when you roll into a puddle of spilt vodka.
"WHAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!" Issac wailed as the large puddle of alchohol burst into flames. The resulting explosion caught five tables and seven chairs on fire, as well as a rug and a window drape.
"Oh, dear god..." Qui said dejectedly, watching the flaming body roll around on the flaming floor.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" the Innkeeper came running into the room with a face that would compare to a tomato in colour.
"Crap." Qui said quietly. She ran and grabbed Issac, and with a quick leap, she was out the window, flaming Issac in tow.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sheba asked Issac.
"I'm fine. Thanks." Issac said. His clothes had burned completely, and he was now wearing a stolen burlap sack. His the right side of his hair was burned right off, and he had scrapes and scratches all over his face. He looked like a hapless pyromaniac hobo.
"I'm just glad you didn't burn to death." Qui said. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital to see about that infection in the cut on your cheek?"
"Nah." Issac dismissed the thought. "And if we're going in to see about anything, it would be about this." he pulled up the robe around his left leg, revealing a broken shin bone coming right through his skin.
"Eww!" all three of his companions moaned.
"How did you walk this far?" Ivan asked, his face turning purple in disgust.
"The bone never used to be sticking through. Walking just made it worse." Issac explained.
"What are we gonna do?" Sheba said, disappointment in her voice.
"I can fix that." said a female voice from behind them.
"Who's there?" Qui asked, turning around.
"Mia!" Ivan and Sheba exclaimed, seeing their dear friend standing there, wearing a white tank top and a knee length green skirt.
"Hi guys!" Mia said, running up to them and giving them each a hug. "Before we get too into our renunion, I'll tend to Issac."
"Whoo hoo!" Issac gave a loud cheer as Mia took a small box out of the leather backpack she was wearing. She removed some first aid tape from the box and went to work on Issac's compound fracture. She was all finished in ten minutes, and after casting Ply on the leg, she turned back to Ivan and Sheba.
"I can't believe it's you!" Sheba said. "It's been so long!"
"What brings you here to Tolbi?" Ivan asked.
"I'm taking a vacation. Imil is too cold at this time of the year, so I'm enjoying some nice sunshine." Mia told them. "How come you're all here?"
"It's a really, REALLY long story." Sheba said.
"I've got time." Mia said. "Might I suggest we go to my hotel room?"
"Were you staying at the Tolbi Inn?" Ivan asked.
"Yes." Mia answered.
"You're hotel room is burned down." Ivan told her.
"What? Why?" Mia asked, a bewildered look on her suntanned face.
"It's part of our long story." Sheba said.
"Well, let's just make ourselves comfortable here, then." Mia suggested.
"Sounds good." Ivan said.
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Mr. Jupiter: I am as unreliable as an Air Canada flight. I suffer from SWBS (Severe Writer's Block Syndrome), so sometimes I take long breaks to get some ideas. I think it's worth the wait, but what matters is, do you?