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>Read that private message, Jer!
…are you trying to read it over my shoulder?
Maybe~
You’re blind.
…Artemis, read the letter over his shoulder for me!
NEVER!! That would be mean! You meanie! You big mean blind mole!
Don’t you dare call me meanie, rust bucket!
…That doesn’t even make sense! I’m made of rock, not iron! That’s an ironclad defense!
…dammit, you got me there… fine, one point to Artemis.
YAY!
The score so far is 2-1 to me…
I’m not even going to ask… (Now, let’s see... hmm? The message is a list of… things Eliraz like? Oh, right, I asked the sultan for this, didn’t I? Hmm… it’s rather long… food, candy, board games, plays, music… that sweet spot he loves being scratched on right above his tail base… this list got everything! …wait, there’s something else here… written in a different handwriting… “PS: If you want to make Eliraz happy then throw off your clothes, jump into bed and wiggle that cut butt off yours before he puts his D in your B.” … “PPS: Next time, please mark your message as private or else it will go through Princess Elizah first. –Vizier Ert’all.”)
>it might be nice for us to speak to Mor’kay before she enters the crypt. Both for the reunion and to touch bases with Red. I wonder if she knows about Horus yet?
(Meeting mother… I… I would rather like that, yes.)
>Hey we found a bound harvester daemon hooked up to suffering tons of undead stuck in pink goop in tanks. How was your day.
Oh, I’ve just been- wait, what!?
I would recommend increasing the security of the crypt, my prince.
Yes, I’ve already doing that but-
Inwards too?
…if one of those things are down there then that might be needed, yes…
>Hey Temrock, what's in the bag? and did you recover Thaark or Thuul?
Bad news, their bodies was mostly crushed when the ruin collapsed. The good news is that apparently those masks of theirs weren’t just for show. In fact, I got the humans head right in the bag here with the mantis one in one of the carts back there.
So we can bring them back?
If you want two talking heads, sure?
Well, we might be able to make a skeleton… bones aren’t as finicky as flesh… of course, that would only work for Thuul… Mantises don’t have bones…
>We were switched away right before the skrang hit, so tell us everything that happened after. Oh, and by the way, that was an amazing job taking it down.
Skrangs, while large, fast and strong has a bit of a problem changing direction mid-flight. If you dodge just before they hit you… preferable towards the direction of their soft bellies so they can’t grab you with their claws, you can get a solid hit on them while they bury themselves again… and again, preferable against their soft bellies. After that we had a bit of a barbeque while we dug up the collapsed ruin.
>Now, you probably don't know this, but Mor'Kay is one of Red's pawns, so we're gonna need to hear everything you know about Red from when you were his piece.
Hmm… What I do know about him is that he was clever, manipulative and rather fond of the long game… oh, and rather brutal too… but, he did have our nation in mind while he was with the Sultan… at least, before he went nuts.
>Jer, if there's anything you need to discuss with the prince, you might as well do it now. I honestly have no idea what you need, but just know we can handle things from here.
Um… what do you want to discuss?
Well… I was planning a… um… bit of a date with dinner and all that because of the harsh training you had today but… I was a bit sidetracked with everything that happened.
That’s funny, I’ve already made plans about dinner for two… but… um… the rest of the night isn’t planned yet…
Really? Hmm… I did get this recommendation about a place that gives a killer massage…
>Jer, I don't want you anywhere near the crypts in case this goes wrong. Give the knobs to Temrock and take off. Tera, we're gonna need Artemis on this, so go with Jer.
Aw, man… I’m going to be stuck in my room again, aren’t I?
Actually, I think I can get you a proper guide now that you’re actually working for the palace.
Oh, sweet! Then lead the way, Mr. whoever you are!
>Temrock, you're on deck. We're gonna need cookies. Yes, cookies.
Tell me again… why do we need cookies again?
To wake up the terrible beast from another dimension that sleeps under our city, duh!
…and why do we want to wake it up again?
Because it’s so cute and cuddly and wants a hug! And cookies!
Did someone say cookies? I love cookies! They are my favorite!
…what where you doing in the palace kitchen?
I was looking for Jerry… err… I mean Prince Jericho, his lordship and all those other titles and stuff…
…in the kitchen?
He wasn’t in his room, the library, garden, grand hall, dinner hall nor the harem, so I just guessed he was here… but he wasn’t…
…and those fresh food stains around your mouth is just a coincident?
Oh, of course not. One of the chefs wanted me to taste test some of her stuff… real delicious… I think I’m in love; really… anyone sane would be with someone with that kind of cooking. Now, you said something about cookies?
…that chef is my wife.
Oh, in that case, I envy you, dude! Your wife is one hell of a chef!
Insert The way to the heart goes through the stomach_
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