Chapter 3 – Ingénue, I am not
The wordless pleas of the dying carried through the golden fields underneath the fallen Sun clinging vainly to his throne in face of the Moon's mutiny. The red battleground was strewn with corpses, friend and foe indistinguishable amidst the cruel stain of blood. However, in this desert of the dead stood one who lived: Mutake, the Heartless, the cruelest and most efficient assassin that ever walked the lands of Rune – Midgard. Killing not for gold, but for the primal pleasure of the scent of death and the sight of blood. None had ever escaped his blades, he was like death itself, and this battle was but further proof of such…however, that was years ago, after losing both eyes to a pair of irate pigeons, Mutake is currently barely edging out a living by frightening gullible roadside travelers into giving him their money, but even that hasn't been going all too well…
---Road to Geffen, Prontera Vicinity---
Elma: Huff…puff…running away…takes a lot more out of you…then they make it out to be…perhaps…a rest is in order…
Sensing his prey Mutake prepared for the leap, being blind doesn't particularly help when one is trying to intimidate another so the initial scare was crucial. A stylish jump, a cool yet intimidating battle cry, equally cool yet intimidating battle pose…yup, get it all right and the cash was in the bag. It's all in the initial scare…
Mutake: (Ok, I've got this one…right…one, two…GO!)
Leaping from the shadows, katars raised, Mutake gracefully flew through the air…
Mutake: BWAHAHA! Cower and tremble worm! You will rue this day – ACK!
Regardless of what people say, being blind really does make it harder for one to land on two feet…or land on any feet for that matter.
Mutake: Oh that hurt!
Elma: …
Years of killing had thought Mutake many things about life, one of them being the fact that lying down face flat does NOT do good for first impression, be it those impressions be positive or negative. And so, Mutake quickly leaped back onto his feat and assumed his fighting stance.
Mutake: GWAHAHA! Beg for mercy maggot!
Elma: Um…excuse me…?
Mutake: What is it dog!? Do you want to say your last words!?
Elma: Um…if I'm the one you trying to…talk to, I'm actually standing behind you, you're currently shouting to the…road at best.
Mutake: HA! You fool! Did you truly believe that I would fall for such a trick!? Now, if you want to live, give me all your Zenny! Fail to do so and I will rip out your heart from where you stand!
Elma: um…no really, I really am standing behind you.
Mutake: Stop trying to delay the inevitable vermin!
Elma: …I pray for my sanity that not everyone is like this…
---Bar in Geffen---
The bar bustled with business, its patrons being of all walks of life. Kinda like those world cultural fairs, except instead of being united by love or something like that, they were more accurately described as being united in drinking. However, amidst the cheer and merrymaking, sat a lone merchant in a shadowy corner, but not just any shadowy corner, but the type of shadowy character that shouts out that anyone sitting there is going to be important, THE shadowy corner.
Izzy: …I can't believe this…to…to lose my seafood stand, to h-hostile corporate takeover…
---2 hours later, Geffen, Eastern Gate---
Elma: Finally! Geffen! City of Mages! Dad will never find me here! Hmm, the people here are supposed to be really cultured and stuff, so I take it I won't meet up with any weirdos like that guy on the road earlier…hmm? And excuse me sir, um, could you tell me why that mage is violently assaulting that poor performer with a live poring?
Random Knight: Just as clueless as you are miss.
C.A: DIE! DIE! I HATE YOU! DIE!
Pebby the Performer: HELP! This mans beating me to death with a live poring! A LIVE poring!
Poring:
Pebby the Performer: Ugh…my…pancreas…what did…I do to deserve this…?
C.A: Shut up! Shut up and die!
Pebby the Performer: …wait…I remember you…you're that idiot who had all his money stolen…heh…at least I can die…laughing knowing that…there really is no…limit to stupidity…ugh…
C.A: You know what? I hate you.
Poring: (Feelings mutual.)
Elma: …
Elma: AM I THE ONLY NORMAL PERSON ALIVE!?!?
---Bar in Geffen, THE shadowy corner---
Izzy: Ha…Jeda…you think it's over don't you? You think that by buying out Izzy's Seafood Stand that I'm knocked out of the picture…well, wrong! I will NEVER give up! I will fight your corporate ambition! There was a time when I was but a simple chef, cooking merely as a job, and perhaps a hobby, but now, I shall cook for vengeance! And I will not rest until I destroy you! Or at least make you financially bankrupt! I am Izzy, the Fallen Chef! And you will remember my name on your journey to hell! Mark my words!