A Fowl Savior
Hero: Evil
Characters: Briar Rose; Hologram!Scythe; Guildmaster; Hero
Summary: Briar returns to the Guild, and learns some unsettling news
The Guild, it was the same poorly lit book graveyard it had been when last she saw it. Scrawny, hooded people skittering to and fro, dodging through hallways with noses in books, or running into one another in the bright light of the training grounds; the crawl of lore and magic across her exposed bits, the scent of sword polish and parchment; everything about it screamed 'home'.
And she'd spent enough time away to appreciate it all right. There were a few things, however, she hadn't missed in the slightest.
Briar glanced up at Weaver, mouth slightly agape as she processed what she'd just been told. Jack of Blades was back, she could wrap her mind around that. It was the other little detail she was having issue with. More to the point, the Hero that had just been hailed as Jack's slayer, and the savior of humanity.
"I'm sorry, but did I hear you right?" She looked between the Guildmaster and the projected form of Scythe over her glasses. "That kid is the one who's supposed to save us all from Jack of Blades?"
"I wasn't aware you knew of whom we spoke. Though young, the Hero-"
"Is a bloody lunatic. Look, Guildmaster, I know you're all about that whole 'choose your own destiny' bit, but I highly doubt even you can look at that kid and think he's the best choice to save humanity."
"You seem set in your belief. What has persuaded you so, Briar?"
The Heroin frowned at the corpse-like man, meeting the sunken red eyes without flinching. "Have you ever met him? I did, when I made my way through Oakvale this morning to pick up some of my things. You know what the bastard was doing when I walked out of the shop? Hacking people apart, in broad daylight. And that's not even the best part, which would be the bit where I tell you he was doing it in a dress and a chicken hat! And what's more, the people in the shop were acting like it was a common occurrence!"
Scythe just looked at her, and between being a hologram at the moment, and his lacking of actual flesh on his face, Briar had no idea if he was affected at all by her words. The Guildmaster, however, was looking slightly uneasy, but none the less, attempted to brush it off.
"Yes, well, I'm sure when it comes down to it-"
The Cullis Gate flared to life, a gangly form with a disproportionate head stepping out from the light. The three watched in silence as the Hero strutted towards the experience portal, dress askew and chicken hat spattered with something that was most defiantly not raspberry jam.
One of the maids appeared from nowhere, screeching when she saw the dirty footprints and droplets of red he trailed in his wake. The Hero paused, turning to regard the oblivious woman storming up to him. She vented her anger for over a minute before she got any reaction.
He zapped her with a jolt of lightning thrice, just enough each time to stun her and back her off. Once she'd staggered back an arm length, he pulled the sword from his back and proceeded to hack off one of her arms. Satisfied, he stepped into the green glow of the experience hub as if he'd just got done doing little more than conversing about the weather.
Briar turned back to the two men, raising her brows and gesturing towards the mess only a few feet away. "Has my point been made, or shall I go get the rest of the staff?"
a/n: yes, the chapter title is a pun. A play on the words foul and fowl. Why am I telling you? So you can get the entirty of the idiotic humor. Yes, I'm generous like that.