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“Oi, come over here chap. Lookie – that lass is dead inn’it?”
“I’m not sure, why’s his mouth still open? His tongue’s sticking out mate.”
“Well merlin’s beard! That lass looks like Larry!”
“Larry? That midget kid who has his own pansy little garden? HOHOHAHHA, how did HE die? Get trampled by an ASS?”
“Oh stop it Jacob, I liked him, he was a good boy when he was yung’, used to fetch me my water.”
“Well all you did was treat him like a slave didn’tcha?”
“… I say we move him from the road.”
“No way am I touching a dead body mate, you do it.”
“Fine, but at least give me that cart over there so I can push him on it.”Jacob rolled the cart over, and the good Samaritan placed Larry’s body gingerly on it. They rolled it away into the day, away from the village, away and away.
And so ends, the path of Larry,
His story unsung, no mention of glory,
Not a drop of his blood, spilled from his corpse,
But a dead body nonetheless, filling the morgue.He was a good boy, a young boy, a boy at heart,
It is evil, for that pepper to tear him apart,
Farewell Larry Jives, for it has been fun,
Now rest in peace my friend, for it has been done.[Gong]
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[….]Lavina was growing tired of this back and forth. She sighed. “Sir, I still cannot tell you this information. Let’s not waste any more time. I have to return to work, and you, being a gentleman, should escort me back.” She was hoping he had a horse handy, she was not up to walking all the way back to the Golden Lizard.
Zaneck sighed, it looks like he wasn’t going to obtain any information any time soon. He decided he was too tired to go on and gave in, “Very well miss. If His Majesty is kind enough to let you stay in his room, I shall extend the same courtesy.” He whistled loudly and a large, brown steed arrived a moment later.
“However miss, would you be as so kind to tell me your name?” he asked, hoping that it would allow his objective to come to an end easier.
Clumsy as she was, Lucifer could not fathom how Kit could possibly have run into another woman tall enough to be seen easily at Kit’s height. Snickering slightly, he walked over as Kit picked herself up and the two females exchanged apologies and sentimental greetings. The tall, pretty one spoke.
“And may I inquire who your companion is, and why he is wearing such attire on a warm day like such?”
Stepping over, he held out his hand. “Gracielo Ribbs, at your service, mam.” He took her hand and kissed it softly, then stood upright.
“Now, my ladies, if you would excuse me, I have some business to attend to. Pleasure you meet you..your name madam?” He inclined his head at the tall one.
“Pleasure to meet you..your name madam?”
Never before had Rebecca met such a well-mannered man, it surprised her to find that she was at a loss for words. She bowed her head. “Rebecca. The pleasure is all mine.”
Esmee, hating to be forgotten, neighed loudly waiting for Rebecca’s attention. Rebecca sighed, “Very well then. It appears my horse has grown impatient, and seeing as you have something to attend to, I do believe I’ll take my leave.” At that, she mounted her horse and ZOMGWTFBQQ FROLLICKED AWAY.
(((Sorry. I have to go to sleep so I just wrote random bullcrap at the end. You should get the gist of it.)))
((is following this story with lots of interest. you guys are fun =O PS are there going to be any romantic relations between any characters?))
“Rebecca. The pleasure is all mine.” She bowed her head in an event of pure courtesy and divinity.
“A beautiful name for such a beautiful madam. Fitting.” Lucifer lowered his head more, hiding his face well. The less this woman had to recognize him, the less he had to worry about another of ‘Gracielo”s companions.
The dawning horse beside Rebecca neighed impatiently, and she sighed. “Very well then. It appears my horse has grown impatient, and seeing as you have something to attend to, I do believe I’ll take my leave.” Mounting on her horse, she looked down at waved gently at Lucifer and Kit, who seemed to be at a loss for words.
“Farewell, m’lady.” She rode off. Turning towards Kit, he spoke.
“Love, I must go. You seem slightly incapable of free movement and if you want your job done, I must perform it alone. If you will now excuse me.”
Kit still appeared to be quite addled by her recent encounter with the horselady. With a sigh, Lucifer leapt up to a overhanging pole and swung his feet, landing on top of it. Jumping towards the wall, he scrambled up by pushing his feet along cracked areas on the wall. Kit was a looker, there was no doubt about that, and her small stature would seem to throw Lucifer off but he was more attracted then repelled by it. Still, she was an overly-eager individual with slightly crossed psychological anomalies, almost alike odd reaction of loss of attention towards an object of focus during a critical time.
Beautiful, but clumsy. If anything, she was more attractive because of her adorable two left feet. But she was still just another one of his agents. Rebecca on the other hand..she seemed a perfectly adept combination of flair, corrosion, beauty and unwit, and she still carried and air of total loss about her, she never knew what she was supposed to do next. ‘Gracielo’ would probably enjoy her company greatly. Lucifer would have to keep a tab on that one.
Reaching the roof, he cracked his neck, and sprinted off, towards the brunt of the castle and township that lay around it. The outskirts he was currently in were boring and fairly uninformative; if he were to get any information on his suspect, he would have to inquire further towards the inside of the city. Possibly even have to breach the castle walls.
He grinned at the prospect of that challenge.
Along the wall of a back alley, a haggard man stumbled into the concrete floor of the city roads, splashing into a dirty puddle. Unable to move from alcohol poisoning, he lay there, twitching slightly, but with a smile on his face.
“Lucy..lucy..” He continued to utter this name as he lay trodden and wet on the blackened ground. Passerbys ignored his feeble attempts at speech, pertaining it to a loss of some whore wench named ‘Lucy’ and excessive drinking. A picture fell out of the man’s pocket and floated away on the puddle. It was picked up ,and the man felt a heavy pair of arms lift him out of the water and drag him away.
Complete darkness. He could not felt anything except for a stinging on his arms. They seemed to be behind him! How odd. His legs..where were they now? Ah, down by the legs of the chair.
A chair! He was siting down, yes, he felt pressure on his buttocks and was not falling, ergo, he must be sitting. Attempting to rub his eyes to remove the darkness, he found himself unable to move his arms. They were stuck behind him! How odd.
A flash of light. A small smack on his left cheek. Face, not butt. He looked up, bleary-eyed. A man with a strange ornament on his face covering his eyes, looked down upon him, frowning.
“Why do you frown, good man? It is a joyous-“
The soft metal sting of a blade whipping across the man’s face as his captor slashed him with a blade. Shaken, he drooped his head in pain.
“You don’t talk.” The captor had a velvet, creamy voice, hardened.
“I talk, you listen.”
Lavina sighed. Sharing her name would do no harm. Anyone who came to the tavern knew it anyways.
“Lavina Cheviot. And you sir?”
“T’is Knight Banius Orbec, at your beckon,” Zaneck bowed before her. “You may keep this steed, I shall not be needing it any longer although I would advise you treat it with care. He gets feisty at various times, which you must then feed her.”
Zaneck bowed once more before circling around the corner of the castle, away from peering eyes.
“Well, thank you kindly, Sir Orbec. I will take my leave” she bowed, and hopped onto the horse. She wouldn’t be keeping it, of course. The nearby stable would welcome her.
Lavina galloped away into the night (lol cliche), but not before stopping by a certain Mr. Talis. If she did not return with some peanuts, the owner would have a fit.
(((K time for the rest of you guys to catch up if you need to)))
[y thank u.
But as it seems everyone has skipped over me, I am not hindering anything. I believe, I’m still chasing a Sneha whom has already returned from the castle. 😐 I think.]–Ignore this post–
A shadow flickered behind Lavina.What a mighty fine arse that rests on that fine hip.
It flickered again, snickering to itself.
She has a posterior that could engulf a small pair of women undergarments… and it appears as though her upper torso has been stung by two bees…
It giggled, fluttering again.
It flew out in front of Lavina, and said in a booming voice:
REMOVE THYSELF FROM MY PATH WENCH, STEP ASIDE, STEP ASIDE. Unless you wish to come with me to Boggy’s castle, eh?
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