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TW: Implied(?) Kidnapping

"I think you'll like it here." Villain said, stopping the car. "It's got everything."

From the passenger seat of the sedan, Hero glowered at their enemy.

"You can't stay silent forever." Villain continued, climbing out of the car. "You'll have to talk eventually."

They closed the door, and Hero just happened to notice a little detail that had slipped their nemesis by. For a second, they considered letting it lie. But Hero was desperate, and anything to stall for time so their team could find them was welcome.

So, as Villain reached the passenger door, Hero reached their bound hands over and locked it.

Villain tried to open it, and when the attempt failed they grinned, and felt in their pockets for their keys. Hero felt their heart sink. So much for stalling for time.

But as they watched, Villains smile faded and the patting became more frantic. They tried and failed again to open the door.

"Open the door!" Villain yelled. Hero barely manages to keep a straight face as they shake their head.

"Damn it!" Villain cursed.

While checking out an ice cream store,

Brand new – it wasn't there before,

I craved a simple soft-serve cone

and saw just every flavour known.

/

Large icecream tubs were everywhere.

The clerk, he saw me gawking there

And asked if he should read them so

He read them off despite my “no.”

/

The parlour was two stories tall

with icecream freezers wall to wall.

I sat down on a swivvel seat

- As he keenly read off every treat.

/

“Rocky road, Root beer float,

French vanilla, Sasparilla,

Lemon chiffon, Rhubarb ribbon,

Pumpkin drizzle, Soda sizzle -

/

Marshmallow treat, Coconut sweet,

Mint chocolate chip, Strawberry dip,

Fizzy black cherry, Butterscotch berry,

Chocolate chew triple, Honey dew ripple -

/

Watermelon swirl, Tutti-frutti twirl,

Maple walnut flake, Marbled birthday cake,

Purple bubblegum, Snicker-doodle rum,

Mango-orange crème, Neapolitan dream -

/

Graham cracker craze, Raspberry glaze,

Caramel sea salt, Peppermint mud malt,

Buttered brownie buster, Cotton candy cluster,

Key lime pie pistachio, Peanut butter cookie dough -”

/

I couldn't speak a single word,

and if I could, I’d not be heard.

I crossed my legs, I coughed, I yawned

But the clerk was trailing on and on...

/

“Mocha almond fudge, Sticky pudding sludge,

Fried banana split, Candied bacon bit,

Cocoa Cappuccino, Dribbled maraschino,

Ginger snap praline, Melted jellybean -

/

Gingerbread Glace with a coffee coat!

Apricot blast in a toffee boat!

Red velvet blitz or butter brickle?

Lemonade spritz or Horchata trickle?

/

rainbow sorbet with a toasted tip,

Melon parfait with golden drip!

Plum Tangerine or Oreo truffle?

Peach and praline or cashew kerfuffle?

/

Magic shell, hot caramel,

Sprinkles, or Reese’s?

Hot fudge, cinnamon

or waffle cone pieces?”

/

Then he stopped and stared wide -

Still I couldn't decide.

“Plain vanilla?” I asked, he said “No, although-!”

quiet, never

what are words for

if no one uses them

anymore

the art of conversation

requires active participants

engaged and thoughtful interaction

to express what's important to convey

no room for

reluctance, hesitation

there's something that needs to be

said

points to discuss

arguments supported by facts

transparency and integrity

stand up, voice your truths

search for the right words

resist, misplaced power

gather unbiased information

from differentiating sources

hold your line

a wallflower

you are not

supposed to be

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you’d be,

this time

last year,

you were

not.

but still,

this time

this year,

i will

Character B: And how would you know that dear?

Micaiah didn’t like leaving the fighter behind. That being said, it was true that the spell casters of the group would need their rest. She would need hers eventually. She was more used to sleeping during the day, but even then, she just needed four hours to get herself energized again. 

It was dark in the woods, something she had become accustom to. It didn’t take long to find the tracks of the caravan and the large foot prints and smaller ones. Having the tracks down now, it was time to go. 

Herself, Tigger, Remy, Jansaadi, and Poppy the halfling started out into the darkness. Being a Druid, she felt no discomfort with the elements. She and they were one, in a way. The others didn’t seem to be having trouble either. It wasn’t the hottest, or the most humid it could be. 

Micaiah had decided against riding Tigger. She wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact the others weren’t riding, or because she was worried about tiring the tiger now that she felt she had to prove her usefulness. Jansaadi killed a Hill Giant, albeit one already injured, with one single arrow. Micaiah had been hunting vampires for, basically, her entire life. What if now she messed up? 

Worse yet, she supposed she had to eventually teach these people how to kill vampires. Otherwise, they were going to have a rough time as they went on through the journey. 

She gave Tigger a pet on the shoulder. Her mind was swimming with responsibilities to this group. Even more, her longevity in it. Would it just be this one mission, or should she stick around? After everything that had happened, she was never comfortable with people the same way. Tigger turned to her, lowering his head to butt it into her shoulder. 

There wasn’t much on the way of talking, everyone was watching the road, tracking. 

At least until the sounds started. The sound of maybe a tree being struck down reverberated. Micaiah looked around, listening for a moment. The sounds, at least, were moving away from them. If they stayed on the trail, rather than rushing off into the forest, they’d likely be just...

Remy disappeared before she could even finish her thought. She stared after him as he continued, but wasn’t about to go after him. She was more worried about finding the caravan. 

Granted, that was before a few moments had passed, and his yell was heard. She glowered into the darkness. Whatever this fool had done was going to cost them time, precious time they didn’t have to waste. She glanced back at the road, where Tigger had continued down. 

Micaiah made her decision as Jansaadi took off into the woods. Begrudgingly, Micaiah followed his yell. 

They came upon a statue, but in the darkness, it was hard to figure out who it was, at least it would have been had it not been for his hat, the one he had hung on his... well, it would be something Micaiah would never touch. 

She saw the shadow heading for Remy’s statue. Arrows bombarded it. Jansaadi stood, glaring down at it. I could tell, even with our low light, she was having a tough time aiming. Micaiah grabbed a stone from the ground, and, when it started glowing, she threw it out there, landing at Remy’s feet. The light illuminated the area, showing exactly where the two, Abyssal Basilisk were located, moving towards Remy. 

Tigger rushed forward his claws sinking deep, thrashing the Basilisk, decimating it. One down. The group turned towards the other, and started attacking, bows, Micaiah slung rocks that became boulders. Tigger charged again. An arrow pierced the basilisk. This time, it wasn’t from Jansaadi, but Poppy. Micaiah turned back to the statue,shaking her head. “I can’t fix this. I mean, I  could turn him to lava?”

“Let’s not turn my husband into lava.” Jansaadi groaned, and shook her head. “I’ll head back. We have a want that can help.” 

Micaiah simply nodded. How could this happen? What was she supposed to do? Did she wait, and give the caravan more time to move. She looked where the trail had lead them as Jansaadi disappeared. She shook her head and looked down at Tigger. This couldn’t get any worse. 

That was when she noticed Poppy trying to get up on the statue. Not wanting damage done to him that would slow them down further, she nodded at Tigger, who moved over, letting the small being stand on him. That’s when she realized what she was doing, writing Idiot on his head. Raising an eyebrow, Micaiah said nothing. As the moments continued to move, her boredom and need to move on were overcoming her. 

She turned, and started defacing his statue as well. By the time Jansaadi got back, penises with wings for the ball sacks decorated his face and body. Idiot was written across his forehead, compensation over his Aphrodite’s Saddle. Kick me stood out over his bum. 

Micaiah couldn’t help the guilty smile. She had to admit it was fun to do that, though now the consequences of her actions stared back at her when Jansaadi got back with the wand. He’d delayed with his running off alone into the woods.