Life has been a little dull as of late.
Ever since Pyrrah stopped coming around, due to people disliking her and a mace to the back of the face, life seemed to have calmed down. A feeling encroached in the back of your mind that out of context, that would confuse a lot of people. But everyone already knows you're a murderer, so it doesn't bother you at this point.
Today, however, is the day Risa thought it would be best to through the party. Looking around, the faces of everyone in Zurv is tense. Risa knows about them, and not only that, they've been invited to eat her food, in front of her. How does that not sound like a trap? It's also a damned if you do, damned if you don't moment.
If you go, you may get eaten. If you don't go, she may get mad, and everyone may get eaten.
At least that's the case with them, not you. You're more worried about the Sect, and Risa's real motives. She isn't letting you live just because you're daughter is cute. You've screwed up enough times to know that if you don't do this job spectacularly then you're going to be waist-deep in someone's waist.
Speaking of waists, a shove on your own knocked you aside. A giggle was heard and you spun around to see that some lousy git of a kid that you don't recognize stole your needle.
You motioned your hand, "Alright, you got it, now give it back."
"Hi-yah!" Another voice resounded behind you as now a massive force of pressure hammered against your back. You felt your belt unclick as your new attacker slipped it from your hips and began to run. Not only that, but they ran in opposite directions. You hopped to your feet, and with the option to only chase one, you decided to go for the one that wasn't armed with a deadly weapon.
"Stop him!" You called as you chased the boy down, Everyone in earshot was either too preoccupied, or in that state of awe and shock when you hear someone yell unexpectedly. But as you were catching up to the boy, from the corner of your eye, someone began running. With a loud thud, the kid was tackled by none other than you're good friend Rick. Again, out of context someone could be confused.
As Rick put the boy in a strangle hold, you approached, "You know, out of all the people who would take down a kid, I am not surprised you're the first on the list."
"At least I' ain't brutish enouf to hav' such a list." He said, pinning the boy down. "What's yer story, boy?"
Another warcry, if you can call it that, came from behind you, and you're old friend Needle-snatcher McBitchface is charging after you, tip first. This time, people were less reluctant, and the second man on your Child Tackler list reached out and grabbed the boy's ears.
As Anton pulled him close and disarmed him, you heard him say, "This, Mombasa, is another reason we don't let outsiders, not even kids, enter." He looked down at the boy, "You're a perfect example of a bad example. Anything you want to say?"
"Why are you helping him?" The boy demanded, thinking he was more threatening than he was, "Don't you know who he works for?"
"We have a good thing going, and it is the first time in a long time." Anton lifted the boy up, ignoring his futile kicks, "Rick, bring his buddy along. We'll keep them in for a day, see how they like it."
As you picked up your needle, Rick kicked the pack to your feet before dragging the kid to the jailhouse.
If you dind't know any better, you'd think you heard just as much joy as anger in Anton's voice. You think maybe he did come around to Risa's idea. He's going to have to give a stern talking to the foreigner's guardians after the feast. Or one day they will be in a feast of their own.
With that childish fiasco out of the way, and the casual stares and looks the debacle caused, it's time to visit John. Last time you saw him, he kind of maybe sort of survived a massacre if you recall.
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