Chapter 4- An Unlikely Pairing Part 2
"Well, this wasn't what I expected." Da Ji said. Dick Turpin found it odd she was smiling at this juncture; after all they were being taken away palace guards to their imminent execution. On top of that, Da Ji had exhausted her energy to the point where there was no way she would be able to teleport them to safety any time soon.
"We're stuck in a foreign hell hole, where everyone's speaking in some strange language, and you're smiling. What the hell's wrong with you demon?"
"Oh, you still can't understand them. Hold on a moment would you." As soon as she finished, two black globes with red vein like patterns on them materialised either side of her head. They immediately targeted the four guards that had a hold of the two, knocking all of them out before they had time to react. Once that was done, Da Ji placed her hand on the forehead of Turpin, a pink light emanating from it. After a few seconds she removed. "You should be able to understand what they say now." she said.
"How will I know?" he questioned.
"Simple, I just talked to you in Japanese. Now, let's pay a visit to my dear friend Himiko again shall we. "
"Yeh, cause we didn't end up nearly being executed last time we tried did we." He groaned, shaking his head at the situation he had found himself in. "Alright, let's go."
Da Ji had teleported the two to 3rd century Japan, the paddy field they landed in upon arrival semi-confirming their destination. The fox had dusted herself down while Turpin remained seated amongst the rice plants, gazing in disbelief at the workers screaming around them. One minute he had been in a dark, dank cave in England, next he was in a dirty, dank field in some unknown land. Once she had preened herself to a point she deemed adequate, she began to walk in the direction of a large hill, on which a Yamato style palace stood.
"Are you coming or are you going to sit there all day?" she shouted condescendingly, not even bothering to look back at her new companion. Turpin growled, realising he had little choice in the matter. Just as he was about to get up however, one of the workers decided to make a lunge for the demon, attempting to slice her head off with his scythe. She didn't flinch, in fact Turpin wouldn't have known she had even noticed the man if one of her globes hadn't materialised in front of her, hitting him in the stomach. The native was stopped in his tracks, though this wasn't good enough for Da Ji. She silently commanded the ball to move upwards, hitting him square in the face, sending the man flying into the air before crashing to the ground.
Seeing this, the women and children still left staring at the two strange arrivals ran screaming, the men instead wishing to kill what they believed to be foul demons. A group of ten, all brandishing scythes, charged at the two, trying to intimidate their targets by shouting at them. To Turpin it seemed they were talking in tongues, though that was the least of his worries. Realising the gravity of the situation, the highwayman reached for his guns, two pistols he always kept at his sides, and shot at the attackers. With his expect marksmanship he was able to hit all of them before they came close to the true demon. "Well well, I see you're not so useless after all." Da Ji said, smirking at the display.
"Me, useless?! I'll have ya' know I'm the most wanted man in England!" Turpin shouted back, his rage at not just her pompous attitude but his confusion at his situation coming to the fore.
"Humph, like that's meant to impress me." Turpin growled, though he wasn't in the mood to reply. "Now, as I said, are you going to sit there all day or are you going to come with me?" She remained stood where she was, awaiting an answer. Turpin picked himself of the ground. His immediate reaction was to pull on his drenched trousers, as if observing their dampness would make the situation any better.
"Fine I'm coming." He finally said, walking towards Da Ji. Once he was in arms reach, she grabbed onto his sleeve, teleporting them once more.
"It really wasn't a good idea to tele…whatever into the middle of this palace." Turpin said as the two hid around a corner, waiting for two guards to walk down a corridor and out of sight. "You know that, right?"
"Humph, if I wanted lecturing from a human I'd ask Zhuge Liang." she mumbled, just loud enough for Turpin to hear her, not that he knew who she was talking about.
"Who the… ugh, whatever." Once the guards had turned the corner, Da Ji made her way as quickly, and as silently, down the corridor as quickly as she could, Turpin following her close behind. Fortunately by then his clothes had tried, so, unlike last time, there wouldn't be a trail of water leading any guards to them. They continued this process until they reached their destination, the throne room. Not wishing to waste any more time, Da Ji burst into the room, Turpin hot on her heels.
Just as before, the room was filled with guards, standing in rows of twenty at either side of the modestly sized room. At the head, in a rather more lavishly decorated throne, was a young woman, wearing clothing Da Ji would later reference as being closer to that worn by a certain Sanzang than anyone else. "I thought I ordered for your execution?" the woman shouted, standing up as she did so. "Guards, seize them!"
"Turpin." Da Ji said, the manner of which indicating to the highwayman that she wanted him to pull out his guns. Not wanting the opportunity to show off his skills further go to waste, he did as she wanted, firing at the guards trying to tackle the two intruders. Da Ji did her part as well, summoning her 'orbs or entropy', psychically commanding them to careen into the guards nearest to her. It wasn't long before none remained standing.
"How… how did you?" the woman stuttered, her shock at the display causing her to stagger back into her throne.
"Come now Himiko, I'm sure if you thought about it long enough you'd understand what just happened." Da Ji said, now sauntering towards the woman she'd identified as Himiko.
"I don't know what you're talking about." she replied, quaking in fear as the demon came ever closer to her. The fox, not wanting to waste any more time than she already had, dashed forward, placing her palm flat on Himiko's forehead.
"Don't worry, you will in a minute." Turpin looked on at the scene, just as had happened to him some thirty or so minutes ago, a pink light emanated from the pair. Despite Himiko's squirming, she couldn't release herself from the vixen's grip. Although it took longer than it did with Turpin, the process was soon over. Da Ji gracefully jumped backwards, a devious smile lighting up her face.
"Whatcha do to her?" Turpin asked, finally remembering to put his pistols away. Da Ji didn't reply, instead preferring her old friend to do it for her.
"Da… Da Ji… is that you?" Himiko stuttered. Turpin swore her voice upped a few octaves, though after all he'd been through he was quite distrustful of his own senses.
"Himiko, I'm very disappointed in you, trying to have your darling Da Ji executed." Da Ji chuckled.
"Da Ji, I'm so sorry!" Himkio wailed, running over to the demon she loved like an older sister. She threw herself at the fox, who, even with her lightning quick reflexes, couldn't dodge. The pair crashed to the floor, though, despite Da Ji's immediate protestation, she didn't mind.
"Himiko, get off me!" she shouted, though the Yamato Empress didn't seem to hear her. Turpin meanwhile just stood gawking at the site, it's not every day you see two beautiful women tussling with each other, even if one's a demon and the other's a foreigner, he thought to himself. Turpin wouldn't get much time to admire the scene however.
Without warning, there was a gigantic explosion outside the palace, shaking the place to its very core. Fortunately for him Turpin was knocked off of his feet. As soon as he landed on the ground, a ball of red energy careened through the throne room, impacting with the throne itself, disintegrating it on contact. All three, a as well as the bodies of the soldiers, were blown away from the impact. They were flung to the outside; tumbling down the hill the palace was situated on. With no discernible superhuman qualities, Turpin was knocked unconscious by the ordeal. Da Ji and Himiko however, although both hurt, were not. The two gazed up to the sky, believing that to be the source of the explosion. What they saw did not best please Da Ji in the slightest.
"Da Ji, I have been ordered to bring you to his Excellency immediately. Dead, or alive."
Horary for huge ass delays. Anywho, I cobbled this chapter together just to get it done, for I have an ulterior motive of sorts.
I'm looking to revive a Dynasty Warriors roleplaying game. If you don't know what this would entail, you'd pick a ROTK figure and serve a lord (unless you pick a lord of course), buy troops, weapons, equipment, etc. and go into battle with other players. It's all text based, so the world would be created with the help of mods keeping everything in check. It's kinda hard to explain here, but if you're interested PM me.