#post 19

"So what's the plan?" Ferus asked.

"What plan?"

"The escape plan. I know you have one."

"You’re right," Clive admitted easily. "I just need an accomplice. The galaxy smiled on me the day I saw your ugly mug in here. That's why I kept you alive."

"You mean you only saved my life so you could use me?"

"Of course, mate. You know I only think about my own sweet self." Clive grinned at him.

"Tell me the plan," Ferus said. "I don’t care what it is—I’m in."

(to anyone else who's experienced this, and who deals with the aftereffects now, i'm so sorry.)

Grimm watches as Pure stands and turns to stare at him. He’s confused. He was supposed to check up on Pure today, but he didn’t expect to find the prince having a breakdown in the middle of a snowy hallway. He opens his mouth to speak.

And immediately shuts it as his hand is slapped away? What? Pure is supposed to be a gentle soul. They don’t dissolve into violence unless ordered. That was one of these reasons the two had become friends-

Grimm chokes in surprise, startled defenseless by the quick action. Pure is a regal royal with a love of gentle mannerisms, even when infected they limited their own power to harm as few as possible. Violent rages are unbecoming of them, no matter the situation, no matter the stakes.

Grimm is jerked forward, the chill of Pure’s prosthetic doing nothing to help Grimm’s breathing. He frantically tries to think of something to say,

He quickly aborts the action as Pure leans ever closer to look at Grimm, directly... Oh.

Oh...

He pulls the once more broken Pure into a firm hug.

And plunges his hand into their stomach.

Just as they were all about to bed down, the snap of a twig had K’lai’a’la reaching for her bow. Everyone was about to tell her to calm down when out of the trees ran a band of yelling lizard people with swampy green skin. They had spears and patchy leather armor but what they lacked in decent gear they made up for with volatile natures.

The group of adventurers was still wore down from the last fight so they were slow to raise their swords and spells in defense. This meant more wounds to be had but Sadie had decided she had enough with the interruptions and had just enough magic for one of her biggest spells. With a flick of her wrist she snapped the strings of the weave together, creating a deafening crack near the lizardfolk which brought them to their knees. This was not the greatest tactic because the sound carried for miles but Sadie was sick of fighting and just wanted to go to bed. With her help the rest of the lizardfolk were brought to a quick demise and Sadie promptly stomped back to her bedroll.

They slept soundly is something Sadie would have liked to be able to say but just a mere hour into their sleep there was splashing in the creek they were near and sounds that whatever was splashing was making its way toward them. Without hesitating, Sadie leapt up and stormed off to the river. Kireen sternly told Sadie to stay but she did not listen. When she got to the edge of the creek she picked up a rock and chucked it into the churning water while she screamed “LET US GET SOME GODS DAMNED SLEEP,” but clearly the creatures did not take her seriously. A large alligator leapt out of the water, narrowly missing taking Sadie’s legs off. She squealed and ran back to her bedroll still fuming that the creatures of this swamp forest won’t let them have some gods damned peace and quiet.