So I thought I'd share the misfortune I just encountered. I got this game KoA: Reckoning (beastly game, if you haven't gotten it I suggest it highly) and I played over forty hours of it. I'd beaten all the faction quests and I was about to fight the main bad dude of the story. Well, I decide that I didn't want it to end yet so I created a new character and started playing. It came time to save and because I did it so automatically I saved over the character with this level 0 one. I was so mad. So yeah, sharing my total idiocy with you all.
The same shock flooded her gaze and she shot off the bed, landing on her feet before gasping and stumbling into the wall behind her. She gripped her leg and continued to glare at him. He pushed himself into a sitting position with a lot of difficulty when something flashed in the light from the window, catching his eyes and causing them to widen immensely. There, on her finger, was a wedding ring. He became aware of something on his own hand and pulled it from the sheets. And there was the wedding band. Arya caught on, looking between them with horror and total disbelief.
"If this is some kind of joke I will slaughter you."
Eragon looked about the room, taking in several boxes and open drawers. The closet door was ajar and he could see clothes hanging inside. This is becoming borderline psychotic. What the hell is going on? He looked at Arya innocently.
"I'm seriously as lost as you are right now."
Arya started limping towards the door when it flew open to the face of Saphira. She was grinning ear to ear and was dressed in tight jeans and a blue tank top. Her shoes were blue low-top Chucks and her hair was pulled into a pony. And it was black.
"Hey guys, so I have school in less than an hour. If you could get a move on that'd be awesome."
Arya just looked at her while Eragon's mouth was agape in utter confusion. Finally, Arya shook out of it and spoke.
"What is happening Saphira?"
The girl burst into laughter, resting her hands on her knees as she sucked in air.
"Your faces were priceless! Just brilliant!"
She leaned against the doorframe and continued laughing while Arya limped to her and gripped her shoulders.
"Saphira."
The blonde sobered up and shrugged off Arya's hands.
"Alright, alright. Get dressed and come downstairs. I'll explain everything there."
She disappeared as both of them looked down at their clothes to realize they were both wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I wonder who dressed me. . . .
"Eragon!"
He startled at Arya's tone before making a face and walking towards the closet. It was mostly taken up by what he assumed was Arya's clothing, but there was a portion that were mens. Pulling down a pair of jeans, he studied them.
"Oh gosh no."
Arya looked over and smirked but remained silent. He grabbed the blandest shirt he could find which just happened to be a white v-neck and retreated into the bathroom. He stepped into the jeans and swore as he pulled them up. This was not his style. At all. Looking in the mirror he cringed. They fit way too close to my legs. It's not skinny jeans but still, too much. And why are they folded at the bottom?
He shook his head and slid on his shirt, walking past the now closed closet door and into the hall. He paused, taking in the cream walls and white doors that led to other rooms. He continued on down the steps, walking into a room with a light brown leather couch that looked delightfully comfortable. Every step he took sent a volt of pain into his abdomen area and he wanted nothing more than to sit. The couch was directly opposite a flatscreen television and to the left was a brick fireplace. As he took everything in, Saphira popped her mysterious black haired head around the corner.
"Over here, stupid."
Eragon headed towards her, stepping into a kitchen with granite countertops and state of the art accessories. If he wasn't so busy being befuddled, he would've been excited by the fact that he would get to use them. Saphira scrunched her nose at his outfit. He snorted.
"I know, it's awful."
She shook her head.
"No, that's not it. You just failed miserably at dressing yourself. There's no flare."
"I don't want flare."
She sat at the table large enough to seat six comfortably.
"That's really too bad. You'll need it."
Just then Arya entered the kitchen. He stared for a moment at her peach colored, very skinny jeans. She wore a light blue checkered with white dressy type shirt and white flats. She tossed Eragon a gray-brown cardigan and a brown belt. He groaned and pushed his arms through the sleeves, not comfortable with the tightness of the fabric.
"Am I going undercover as a gay prostitute? I mean, seriously, what is with these skin fitted clothes?"
Saphira chuckled.
"Those are not at all skin fitted. Those jeans are perfect. Now, would you like to know why you're here?"
Arya sat down beside him, favoring her injured leg.
"Yes. Desperately. And you should also share why you have become the goth DRAGON."
Eragon sniggered while Saphira just rolled her eyes.
"This was my sacrifice for this mission. Say hello to your sister, Arya."
Next to him, Arya raised her brow.
"Really?"
"Yep. I'm staying with you two newly married cuties for the rest of the junior year."
She and Eragon both grimaced but he was the one to speak.
"Alright, ignoring this awkward and unusual cover story, why did we wake up together in a bed? How did we even get here? How long has it been since Chile? And why are we already out on another mission? Speaking of, what exactly is the mission?"
Saphira smirked.
"That first part was my little surprise to you both. I thought I'd just throw you on into it."
He glared at her.
"Thanks for that."
"No problem. You were flown here and brought in on the moving truck. It's been four days since you both were drugged, and you are here because we have a mole."
Arya cut in.
"Wait what? We have a mole? How do you know?"
"When we were flying back on the helicopter, Nasuada sent word that she'd found some disturbing information. It turns out that your cover was actually quite intact for most of the operation. Durza suspected nothing because for all anyone knew, Eragon had died months before. But he received a file on you that he didn't open until after you were finished fighting. A transmission also came in after we sent Arya in telling him about her identity as well. We realized that somebody on the inside was feeding Durza information and had been for several months. That's why he was always several steps ahead. We landed and Eragon went in for surgery while I sat with you in the helicopter. Orik and joined me and after some careful thought, we decided on a plan of action. As soon as Eragon was stabilized, we loaded him on the chopper as well."
Arya interrupted.
"You put pants on me, correct?"
Saphira chuckled.
"Yes, although you running about in the nude with an automatic weapon was incredibly amusing."
"I wasn't nude."
Eragon snorted.
"Oh, you were basically."
Arya shot him a glare while Saphira continued with her story.
"When we were almost to the airport, I knocked the pilot out and took over, landing and moving you two to a safe distance. Orik pulled the pilot from the chopper and roughed him up a bit, and then we planted an explosive on the bird and set it off. It looked like a crash. Nasuada, who had been in on the plan, brought four dead bodies from Durza's base and set it up to look like we had all died. From there, it was all about concealing ourselves for a day or so and then we chartered a private jet to England, where we are now."
Eragon chuckled.
"Damn girl. Blowing up choppers and planting evidence. You chose the wrong profession."
Arya spoke with a serious tone, ignoring his playfulness.
"Alright, I understand all that. But why here exactly? And what is the mission? Hiding?"
Saphira stood, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.
"I'll tell you in the car, I really do have to get to school." She opened a door that led to the garage. "You guys ready for this?"
Eragon hurried forward, looking into the dark space. She flicked the lights on and he about melted. There was a red Audi R8 closest to them and beside it was black Corvette ZR1. A grin was plastered to his face and both Saphira and Arya smirked. Saphira held out two sets of keys and Eragon's eyes shot to Arya. She watched him for a moment before shrugging.
"You choose."
"Yes!"
He snatched the keys to the Corvette and sprinted to it through the agony that was his stomach. He was about to get in when Arya cleared her throat. Looking over, he saw she was holding out his belt he had failed to put on earlier. He sighed and pulled it from her hands, sliding it through the loops before opening the door and sliding inside. The smell of new car assaulted his nostrils and he closed his eyes in appreciation. Saphira crossed her arms just outside of the car.
"While this will be yours, at the moment we all need to go and that car only has two seats. Come on."
He pleaded with her, not wanting to leave.
"Why can't she just stay here and I'll drive you?" Saphira opened the garage door. "Besides, the Audi is only a two-seater as well."
"But this isn't."
As the door lifted, they saw in front of them a blue ray metallic Range Rover Sport. He couldn't really complain. It wasn't a bad car in the least. He just wanted to drive his Corvette. Saphira handed Arya the keys and climbed in the back. Eragon slid into the passenger side and Arya the driver's seat. She turned the key and the engine purred.
"Saphira you still haven't told us why else we're here."
Eragon added.
"And why I couldn't have just taken you in the ZR1."
Saphira groaned.
"Alright, calm down guys. Arya, remember that kid we were tracking?"
"Firnen?"
"Yep. That's the one. Well he goes to school here and we figured since we can't show our faces at base, we might as well make use of our talents. And Eragon, you are going to have to fit in with the people here. It seems snobby and normal if both of you show up to make sure I'm all enrolled and the paperwork is settled. Now get over it. Open that front compartment."
He did as she said and pulled out a two cases. Opening one he found a Bulova Automatic Brown Croc Embossed leather watch. He grinned, sliding it over his wrist in appreciation. Opening the other, he found a pair of glasses. He shook his head.
"Nope. No way in hell."
Arya groaned.
"Those aren't men's glasses idiot. They're for me. Saphira why do I have to wear glasses?"
The girl grinned.
"Because they make you look smart and classy. Put them on."
Taking them, Arya did as she said.
"Are they not prescription?"
"Yeah. But they're still Fendi FS 970s so they are worth about two hundred and fifty dollars. Enjoy."
Arya turned her head and caught Eragon's eyes, making him freeze. The black rims seemed to make her eyes even more green. He was completely mesmerized. Finally Arya turned away and allowed him his sanity. Saphira snickered behind them.
"See? That's why you wear them. Eragon, thank you for the demonstration."
He glared at her.
"Shut up Saphira."
Arya put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. To their left, Eragon took note of the next door neighbor's kid getting into an orange Hummer and tearing out of the driveway past their house. Arya glanced back at Saphira.
"Where am I going?"
Unbuckling, she leaned into the front seat and clicked over to the GPS.
"Right here. It's around ten minutes away I think. Both of you are crazy drivers though so we'll probably arrive in six. Now, as for covers, you're going to have to adapt very quickly. Careful though, you don't have your license at the moment. There are files back at the house in the bottom of the utensils box that has yet to be unloaded. What you'll need to know for this little exchange is your names, Chase and Taylor Drummond, and mine, Elizabeth Sands. My mother sent me here to finish out the year and see if I enjoy the school because she'll be moving us here after she gives out some of her work responsibilities. That's all you have to remember. Avoid all other questions until you know more."
He rolled the name around, enjoying it's sound. He grinned at Arya.
"You have a dude name."
She turned right, following the instructions.
"And your name is what a dog does to it's tail. I don't see how that's better."
"Touché"
Saphira chuckled.
"See you guys have got it down already."
He looked back at her.
"Got what?"
"How to argue like a married couple."
He stuck his tongue out at her and sat back in his seat comfortably. A thought hit him and he flipped down the mirror.
"Where are all my bruises?"
Saphira bit her lip.
"Um, they're there."
Arya chuckled as he stared at his reflection.
"Tell me you didn't."
Saphira looked at him smugly.
"Oh I did. You have about as much makeup on as I do right now. Don't worry though, yours wont come off for a week or so."
He whimpered.
"Why not?"
"Because it's specially formulated by some people at the Varden to last as long as it isn't messed with. You can even shower."
He leaned his head back against the chair.
"I hate my new life."
They pulled into a crowded parking lot two minutes later and Arya shot into a space before another car could. Eragon looked at her.
"Damn girl, rude much?"
She unbuckled.
"I'm playing the part. Let's get this over with."
They climbed out of the car and headed for the entrance. It was a windy day out and it was perfect for jeans. Several of the students glanced at them now and again, knowing they hadn't seen any of them before. They walked into the front doors and quickly assessed the layout. A sign with FRONT OFFICE on it pointed to the left so that's the way they went. They brushed by students and teachers wandering the halls. Eragon wondered if he looked like a student or an adult as they entered the office. A secretary greeted them with a smile.
"Elizabeth?"
Saphira returned her own grin.
"Izzie, please."
The lady nodded.
"Principle Teliki will see you and your. . ."
Arya stepped forward, offering her hand.
"Sister. I'm Taylor and this is my husband Chase. Elizabeth is staying with us for now."
The woman shook her hand firmly.
"I'm Cordelia, it's very nice to meet you. I hope your sister enjoys the school."
Arya smirked.
"I do as well."
They passed Cordelia's desk and entered into the room she'd pointed out. Behind a large wooden desk was a woman around the age of thirty. She stood and smiled warmly, shaking all three of their hands.
"It is so nice to have you all here. I'll make this as quick as possible so you two can get back to your day. We have all the paperwork and it seems in order so that isn't a problem. Do you have your timetable Elizabeth?"
Saphira nodded and pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket.
"Right here."
The principle nodded.
"Very good. I do have one concern though. The subjects you've chosen are all quite difficult and the exam board chosen for them is OCR, that is to say the hardest of the main three boards in the country. Are you sure you're ready for them?"
Eragon chuckled, squeezing Saphira's shoulder.
"This girl is smarter than both my wife and I combined. Regular classes have been proven too easy for her. "
The woman kept her eyes on him for several moments, taking him in, before nodding.
"Very well. Elizabeth you can head to your first class. The bell is about to ring and you don't want to be late."
Saphira jumped up and kissed Arya's cheek before heading towards the door.
"See ya later sis. By Chase."
As soon as she was gone Arya and Eragon stood but Rosa, the name he supposed was hers by the nameplate on her desk, spoke quickly.
"Not just yet please." They glanced at each other before dropping back into their seats. Rosa continued. "So while it is completely fine you two are her guardians, I want to make sure we wont receive any trouble from her mother. Was she forcibly removed from her care?"
Arya shook her head immediately, seeming affronted.
"No of course not. My mother is away on business a lot but she is planning on relinquishing some of her responsibilities after this year. She'll move here then and she wanted Izzie to get a chance to get into a rhythm with the school and lifestyle here."
Rosa smiled apologetically.
"Of course. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. But these questions must be asked."
Eragon gripped Arya's arm, as if comforting her.
"It's no problem. Are we free to leave now?"
Rosa nodded.
"Of course. Have a nice day.
They stood, both hiding their grimaces of pain from their injuries. He nodded to her.
"You as well."
With that they made their way out if the school and back to the car. It took even less time on the return trip and they were both relatively silent. They opened the garage and walked back inside, immediately looking for the box Saphira mentioned before. They found it and pulled out their files. He pushed himself up on the counter and opened it in his hands while she leaned back against the fridge. He looked at her.
"What did ya get?"
She glanced at him as she skimmed the pages.
"Taylor Lauren Drummond, maiden name Sands. Married to Chase Isaac Drummond in the fall of 2009."
He whistled.
"Damn we got married young."
She smirked and continued on.
"I'm an intern at a law office here called Dold and Associates."
He nodded.
"Good cover. Nobody really pays attention to the interns so if asked they'll probably just imagine they've seen you before."
She flipped the page, skipping to her school.
"Apparently I went to and graduated Oxford with honors. I'm on the fast track to success. I moved here for school and met you at my job as a barrister"
He made a face.
"Barrister? What the hell is that?"
Arya rolled her eyes.
"It's a barista."
"Why not just call it that?"
Arya sighed.
"Eragon, Americans took English words and changed them. Most of the stuff said here is the original version. Get over it. Now, I met you at my job as a barrister that my mother made me get to learn hard work." Eragon snorted and she glared. "What?" He shook his head, ignoring her question until she continued. "I grew up in South Carolina with my mom but we moved to California, then to Tennessee, to Arkansas, and then back to South Carolina. That's when I left for England. It goes into detail about the past but I can look at it later. Who are you?"
He looked down at his sheet.
Chase Isaac Drummond. I'm and Organizational Psychologist. Um, what is that?"
Arya shook her head with a grin.
"You give insight on why companies work or don't work and what needs to be changed or improved."
He grimaced.
"That doesn't sound good at all."
"If you excel, you can make around 100,000 a year. That's probably the explanation for this house and the cars. Well that and my mother's money."
He grinned mischievously.
"I make more than you."
"Eragon a lawyer makes around 130,000 on average. The bigger one's make more."
"Yeah but you're not a lawyer. My job is better than yours. I wonder, do you think Saphira arranged this on purpose? Giving me the harder job because I'm awesome?"
Arya just shook her head.
"She gave you a job you would be good at. You are skilled at reading people and so this job wont be too hard with some preparation. I on the other hand will have to deal with the horrors of being a law intern. I think Saphira knew you'd end up punching somebody in the face if you had my job. Oh, and I also know all about the law. My mother drilled it into me at an early age."
He flipped the page, ignoring her obvious win.
"So there has to be a reason these jobs were chose. What is your connection?"
She let it go, finding what he was searching for.
"Firnen's mother is a partner at the firm. You?"
"My company that I am suddenly a part of is being hired to check over his father's business. They set us up pretty well."
She nodded.
"We'll be able to slide into their lives rather easily if we do this right." She dropped her folder on the counter beside him and took his as well. "Come on. It's time to go on a scavenger hunt."
He dropped to the floor, allowing his confusion to show.
"What?"
She ran her hand along the bottom on the microwave and grinned when she felt the texture change. Pressing, she heard the click of a release and the microwave swung out to reveal a hole in the wall. Inside were their passports, wallets, and new phones. She left the passports but emptied it of the rest of the contents. Underneath was a note that read, 'Way to go butthead. Good luck with the rest.' Eragon read over her shoulder and laughed.
"Of course Saphira would do that. How did you know that was there though?"
Arya headed to the living room, her hands running along the edges of all the furniture.
"Because that is the most obvious. In any safehouse or coverhouse we use an obvious nitch in case somebody comes snooping. If they find that they can just assume that we had it installed for our passports. It doesn't really draw suspicion. She reached the fireplace and ran her hands along the stones. Finding nothing, she moved on to the couch. She dropped carefully to her knees and felt along the bottom. At one of the legs he saw as she twisted. The floorboard revealed a small hole with a clear screen. She pressed her thumb to it and it flashed green. The boards he was standing on began to shift and he hopped off. Below them in a case was an array of weapons including two Glock 18s, four USPs, two XD-9s, and two M4A1s. He grunted.
"What's with these guns?"
Arya closed the hold and stood up.
"England's gun policies are insanely restrictive. You get what you can. Let's keep looking."
He followed her up the steps.
"There's more?"
Arya passed him back the note she'd taken from the last. He grinned at the spitting face she'd drawn at it's center.
"Mature."
Arya pulled open a room and found it to be empty, along with two others. The next was Saphira's room. She walked inside and looked around. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"What are you looking for in here? Do you think this is a place she would hide stuff?"
Arya walked to her bedside table and studied it before moving to the other side and messing with the chest.
"No but she'll have something in here for just her. . . . Aha."
Arya stepped back as the chest shifted and revealed a hole where a single FNS 9m rested. Eragon turned and went to their shared room, checking as Arya had. He found the latch when he pressed the back leg of the bed. A panel of the wall slid open just as Saphira's had and the same weapon lay there. He grinned, picking up the gun and letting it fall comfortably in his hand. He liked this weapon. Ever since he'd shot it he'd enjoyed the ease at which it all worked. It wasn't his favorite by any means but this would do just fine.
"Eragon."
He followed her voice to the closet in an empty guest room. The entire wall had opened to reveal four shelves of all type of gear they could possibly need. Knives, rope, handcuffs, tranquilizer guns, a crap load of ammo, heavy duty backpacks, etc and they were set up floor to ceiling. He bounced excitedly on his toes.
"Jackpot."
She nodded and closed up the panel.
"Alright, let's go study up on the neighbors shall we?"
He sighed.
"Do we really have to do that now?"
She gave him a look that silenced him into quiet acceptance.
Two hours later he threw the folder down and stretched.
"Alright, lunchtime. Anything sound good?"
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Are you planning to cook?"
"Of course."
She went back to her folder.
"Then no."
He grinned.
"Afraid you'll love it?"
She didn't look up.
"More like I'm afraid I'll die."
Tssking, he opened the pantry and was happy to find it fully stocked. Picking out a case of Rigate noodles and set them by the stove. Flipping it on, he pulled a pot down from the rack and filled it with water. The stress from the day immediately began to drain away as he fell into a habit he had grown to love.
-A-R-Y-A-
She snuck a glance to find that he was working around the kitchen like he was raised there. He tossed the the noodles into the boiling water and didn't bother to set a timer as he turned and pulled a bowl from one of the cabinets. Spinning the spices rack, he grabbed three items and set dumped certain amounts of each. Opening the fridge, he returned to the counter with cheese and milk. Is he seriously making this from scratch? Suddenly he looked up and caught her watching, making him smile and her frown. Dammit. She focused on her work then, going over the list of the lawyers at her firm. After a time a delicious smell infiltrated her nose and caused her to breathe in deeply.
Something clanked next to her, causing her to jolt. Looking down she found a plate of steaming macaroni waiting for her. Eragon was standing before her triumphantly, his eyes daring her to try it. She bit her lip to hide a grin and dropped the sheet she was holding. Picking up the plate she gave him a warning look.
"If I die I will haunt you to your death."
He leaned casually against the table.
"I guess you in ghost form will get to see a whole lot more of me then."
She rolled her eyes and speared two noodles with her fork. Hesitating once more, she finally took the bite. Immediately the taste seeped into her, bliss being the only thing she could feel at that moment. Holy hell. Eragon clapped in triumph as she grinned instinctively at the taste.
"Yeah! I so told you!"
She kicked at his thigh, pushing him back.
"Go away I'm eating."
He continued to grin as she finished what was left on her plate. Too prideful to ask for seconds, she set it in the sink completely cleared and returned to her files. Another clank. She shook her head, biting back a smile as he walked away. He'd brought her another plate. She looked up at him.
"Why do you think I want more?"
He picked up his, heading for the living room. Before he was out of sight he paused and grinned at her.
"Like you said, I'm pretty good at reading people."
She finished the second helping and returned to her work, feeling lighter than she had in quite some time. This bantering back and forth, while sometimes annoying, was also relatively fun. It took her mind from other things and allowed her to forget. Something she rarely did.
GoldenzBulbasaur: Haha yeps :D
pie6013: How did I get it wrong. Sadness :( lol
funnelwebs: Well that was a story. They were playing Eragon to get him to give himself up. Well just assume that some of the Varden stuff is more awesome than regular stuff haha. I actually haven't decided if I want him to live. I think he's dead right now though unless I decide I have use for him later haha. And idk if it was writers block. My friends have been kind of dicks lately and instead of being sad, I like, completely shut off my emotions or something. Idk how but yeah.
My Generation: I guess it does signify it in some way. A little bit. I am kind of changing the progression of the books but yeah it's basically the end of the first.