"Anna? But she's just your sister right?" "Yup." Atrius left the table, and Luke watched as he talked to the bar-maid, probably setting up arrangements for the night. He sighed and went back to his drink. Too bad . . . "She's married. Dibs." Lucas managed a drunken laugh and clapped his friend on the shoulder, and then he accepted the glass from Atrius and drank it slowly. "Anna doesn't like it when I drink," he said randomly, probably thinking to finish the earlier conversation. "She says it's 'bad for me'. But I don't think so. Nope, I don't think so." Now the alchohol was really starting to kick in. "So, what have you two been up to?" "What does it look like?" Who was this guy? Oh, yeah. Len . . . Right. He'd forgotten all about his other friends. "Wanta join us?" ''Ill be back to join you in a minute...Im just going to use the bathroom. Drink up now!'' "Thanks!" he hollered after her with a smile. * * * Anna once again followed Incendia to the next store, which was apparently owned by her family. "What do you need here?" she asked casually, glancing at the rows of merchandise available for purchase.
"No thanks," Len stated after being offered to join Lucas in joining the drinking. He was too busy enjoying the sight of his comrades being fools to join them in their fun.
Deathblade while working the augments magicks noticed Gloria giving Lucas a drink. Something doesn't sit right here, he thought. He got up as Gloria walked away, he came over to Lucas and put a hand on the man's glass before he took a sip. "I think you've had enough boss"
What do you need here? "During that fight last night i lost a number of my jewels and my satchel was ripped. And there's no one better at making catalystic Jewels than these guys." Incendia told Anna. "I need a new satchel, and a new set of gems to go with it" she said. Then she glanced at Anna and added "And bring me a handful of your finest catalystic gems for a priestess." "Yes, right away Madame Incendia Ignis" said the man as he quickly, yet elegantly walked back into a back room. That was one of the thing Incendia liked about these people; everything they did was elegant. "He should be back right away, Anna"
"I think you've had enough boss" "Leave him alone. He obviously needed a drink after last night, and it'd be rude of you to deny him some confort after fighting demons and fiends, don't you think?" The leader was already drunk, but he was still barely light-headed, at the thirtieth or so cup. The bar owner must have been making a fortune. "Now, why don't you join us instead of worrying for Lucas? He can take care of himself. Come on, tab is on me."
"I wasn't talking to you," he said smacking the cup out of Lucas' hand, "Luke I'm only going to tell you this once, go to bed." He wasn't going to let him get chewed out by Anna, and he certainly didn't want that wench to interfere.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Anna said with a smile. "I don't really deserve any of this." She had been ready to leave Deathblade and Incendia behind last night, and that was nothing deserving of her friendship. "I haven't been the priestess that I should be." Of course, Incendia probably wouldn't know what on earth she was talking about, but she ought to tell her, shouldn't she? Maybe not . . . * * * "I think you've had enough boss" Who the hell was talking to him? It couldn't be Len - the man's mouth wasn't moving. Unless the wizard had found some way to talk with his mouth closed, it couldn't be him speaking. Luke spun around to find himself looking at . . . that one guy whose name he couldn't remember. Maybe he was right. He'd had enough to drink. But still, who was this guy to tell him what to do? "You can't tell me what to do!" Lucas said, rather loudly. "You're just . . . just a guy with a big sword." Atrius popped something at him as well. "Luke I'm only going to tell you this once, go to bed." "Go to bed?" he whined. "Why?"
"You're just . . . just a guy with a big sword." "Oh Deathblade, he just called you out!" Len shouted. He was certainly enjoying himself and looking forward to what was going to happen next.
"Oh Deathblade, he just called you out!" He just glared at Len, then he looked back at Luke, "I'm warning you go to bed now, or else."
Gloria had just returned from her trip to the lavatory in time to hear Deathblade's protests. He was ordering Lucas to go to bed. She frowned; this man was beginning to annoy her. Atrius was of the opinion that Lucas was entitled to alchoholic comforts, and Gloria was of the same opinion. ''I agree with Atrius. Deathblade, this isn't your business. Lucas is our leader, and unlike you, he works very hard; probably too hard. He deserves this drink more than anyone, especially you.''
"I'm warning you go to bed now, or else." Lucas just shook his head and looked back down at the table, wondering where his drink had gone. What had happened to it? Hadn't it just been in his hand? "Where'd it go!" he cried, looking about in terror. When he heard Gloria speaking, he forgot about his drink. He guessed she was right. He'd worked hard. "Yup," he muttered to himself softly.
I don't really deserve any of this. "Didn't you hear what I said before? the way you've been taking care of your brother you do deserve this. Plus this is the same as you buying some staff, these jewels aren't designed for show. These are weapons, you can make single use weapons out of these by pumping magic into them and throwing them, or you can use them a couple of times to boost your own abilities. Ah, here he is" she said when the man returned from the back room fine embroidered satchel and a similarly embroidered pouch. As she was handing Anna the pouch she said something odd. I haven't been the priestess that I should be. "What are you talking about? As far as I can tell you're a fine priestess."
"Amen to that Gloria," Len added. He owed Deathblade a lot for for helping him overcome his past but Len knew he was strong enough to take a little opposition in a small matter such as this. "You know, tomorrow is going to be even more interesting to see how this affects him," Len said to nobody in particular. He continued to observe.
Deathblade sighed, he got near Luke and slammed his fist right into Lucas' gut. He gasped and passed out. Then Deathblade carried him on his shoulder and brought him upstairs ignoring whatever comments were made to himself. "sorry Luke, but I'm doing this for your own good." he thought. Then he tossed him on a bed and closed the door, then he proceeded back to his original spot on the couch.
Len was shocked by Deathblade's actions. Knocking out their leader was certainly not the best choice for somebody people didn't totally trust, even if it was for their best. "That wasn't a great move right there," Len stated softly as Deathblade returned to the room and rested on a couch. His fun was probably over now, what would he do?
And just like that the fun was over. Deathblade had knocked out the leader and took him upstairs. That reminded him... Nah, that barmaid couldn't possibly be any good. "That was abrupt. Cheers." He downed another couple of cups. How come no tavern in the area had any good liquor? He wondered how Anna would react to Luke being drunk and passed out in a cheap tavern. Good times.
"Didn't you hear what I said before? the way you've been taking care of your brother you do deserve this. Plus this is the same as you buying some staff, these jewels aren't designed for show. These are weapons, you can make single use weapons out of these by pumping magic into them and throwing them, or you can use them a couple of times to boost your own abilities. Ah, here he is" "I guess so . . ." Anna muttered, taking the gem that Incendia had gotten for her. "Thanks again. Now I really do owe you." "What are you talking about? As far as I can tell you're a fine priestess." "It's nothing. Well . . . I'm not proud of the way I've been acting lately. I'm terribly sorry if I ever said something to hurt you in any way. I know that I haven't been myself." Incendia still probably didn't know what she was talking about, but oh well. Annaleigh felt better with that load off of her chest. "We'd better be heading back. It's late."
It's nothing. Well . . . I'm not proud of the way I've been acting lately. I'm terribly sorry if I ever said something to hurt you in any way. I know that I haven't been myself. "I don't know what you've done or what you've said, and I don't really care. But if you've done something that you don't like then fix it. What's done is done, you can't change what you've done. But you can move on and make things better." We'd better be heading back. It's late. "You're right, we'd better head back, we can get the rest of the supplies in the morning. Plus we've got to make sure that brother of yours hasn't made a fool of himself."
Scythe decided it was time to slink out of the shadows. He ran into the tavern and straight towards lucus. 'Hey goldylocks... brownylocks, we have a serious situation, demon wave, attacking taven now!' Scythe turned and fled out. 'i'll be on the roof letting bolts loose.'
Gloria watched in horror as a psychopathic Deathblade knocked out Lucas, carried him away and then casually returned as if nothing had happened. Reason was obviously something this man lacked. Len murmurred something, but Gloria was shocked by the genral non-chalance that seemed to pervade the tavern. Had everyone just witnessed what happened? ''DEATHBLADE!'' screamed Gloria. Her face was burning red with fury. ''What the hell do you think you are doing?'' Judding from her previous quarrels with the man, Gloria didn't expect much of a reply. He would always just say something and then suddenly...ignore her. It was as if any differing opinions didn't matter to him. Gloria couldn't stand for such a smug sense of self-righteousness. That's when it hit her; this man paid much more attention to people's actions than to their words. ''Atrius, Len...are you two just going to sit there all day long? Or are you going to help me take this fool out?''
''Atrius, Len...are you two just going to sit there all day long? Or are you going to help me take this fool out?'' Deathblade just laughed at this comment, then in between laughs he said, "girl I have no intention of fighting you, and you never want to get into a fight with me." Apparently though she had just figured out something about him, anyone who wanted to fight him were either stupid, or they wanted to prove something.
Len looked from Gloria to Deathblade and stood up peacefully, still watching the two. He was unsure who to assist. Gloria looked in a rage but Deathblade was just resting on the couch. "Sorry Gloria, I have to figure out who I'm more afraid of. You or Deathblade, it's quite the contest," Len said laughing. Then he raised his staff slightly, he watched as a chair flew across the room, smacking Deathblade in the face as he was resting.
A chair came flying a Deathblade, he then just, non-chalantly, raised a hand and deflected it with dark magick. "choose your next move wisely," he glared at Len, "it may be your last." then he continued resting.
"Why would you kill me? You don't gain any real benefit from it except for me not annoying you," Len said, quite content t fight Deathblade if needed. "You know, if you hadn't helped me Deathblade then I'd still be the boring kid that reads the magic book. But now, thanks to you, I've decided to do much more. Len flicked his staff through the air and a fairly large fireball ejected out of his staff, it bounced off the wall and behind the dark shield, striking the couch Deathblade was laying on and consuming half of it in fire in an instant. Len waited, ready to see what reaction would happen.
Deathblade got up a dark wind taking out the fire, then he glared at Len again, "hmm, then show me what I've taught you, but not here, outside, the beach, now!" He walked towards the door, and made his way over to the beach. He then waited for his challenger, or possibly, challengers.
