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| From an Island [Microstory] | |
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| Dian | Sat Dec 23, 2017 12:37 pm Post #1 |
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That must have been a special section of the Abyss merging onto Imythess for that level of misery brought on. The Master Alchemist of Balefire wanted to swear she would never do a job like that for the Marquise again, but why waste time swearing such a blatant lie? At least Karstoff was kind enough to provide her some nice lodging at a quality establishment for some proper rest and recuperation. "I'm Dian, where's my key and room?" The barbarian yawned as she dragged her heavy trunk across the nice marble floor to the front desk. "Ah, yes, Ms. Dian. Here's your key, your room is number four-one-seven." The male drowish desk-worker said, pulling out a simply numbered key from a drawer to hand to her, "Oh, and a Yuda Effendi has been asking about you, says he's--" "No there isn't, and I was and never will be here!" The alchemist snapped, her eyes wide as she pivoted around, ready to leave. "Of course you're not, you're never anywhere anybody's looking for you, especially not when they need you." Came the only thing that could stop her, the voice of a person all too familiar. "Shit." The tall woman muttered under her breath, laying eyes on the somewhat taller muscular man who was waiting by the door out. "Dian." Replied the man. He wore barely any clothing, not that the cold seemed to bother him. Simply trousers and a vest, showcasing tattoos and island jewelry, both colorful. His own long red hair was braided and draping down his torso. "I'll stand by 'Shit'." She replied curtly. "Well, you definitely look like it." He replied without missing a beat. The worst part was that Dian knew he was right. The drow, wisely, stayed silent and minded his own business. The few other patrons lingering in the lobby kept their distance but watched with interest. "Why are you here, Yuda?" Dian sighed a reply as she released her trunk to fall heavily on the ground. "You. Home." The other barbarian said as he moved away from the door, "Kusuma died, and Ketut has no idea what he's doing. Betengaman needs a proper healer, at least until Ketut learns." "Yuda. When somebody leaves on the terms that I did, they don't tend to want to go back." Dian said, turning and kneeling beside her trunk to open it and begin rummaging around for exactly what she would need. It had been a while since she last saw Yuda, and he had no idea how much she had learned, "Only because you're my brother, I'll do you this kindness and let you off with a warning. I'm not going back, so find someone else." "There is no-one else!" Yuda shouted, the desperation clear in his voice. "Then there is no-one." Dian replied coldly before throwing out a metallic sphere. With only a second it began to hiss and spray out a concoction into the air that would render everybody save her with her mask unconscious, "Goodbye again, Yuda. Hopefully for the last time." |
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8:39 AM Jul 11

