no matter what they say, I am still the king
Magicians never do anything for free, do they? It’s always a constant tally – pink slips in the glove box, spare change in the cup. It’s a shame, really, that you couldn’t find a more selfless one. A magician who would look at your stilled heart and think, why yes, Warship is a good man, he deserves this. Instead you got the one who gave to you without you asking, and who you are now indebted to. A mercenary of a magician – you’d think you might be proud of that, even.
Sleep is fitful for Eight – unnecessary, even. A commodity, a treat, something to pass the time when boredom strikes. Of course, he doesn’t think about this when he comes a’callin. He’s never really that respectful, anyway. His life is just a never ending constant – there are no breaks, no passing of time, it simply is. So when the thought strikes, and he calls, he pays little mind to the fact that it is the depth of night, and that others (such as you two) may be sleeping.
However, even still – you come. You, Warship, out of duty and debt. And you, Straia, well maybe just out of duty as well.
When you enter the Valley, the image of you two side by side floats into his mind, and he quickly finds you. “ I did. My apologies for the late night calls.” Again, he makes sure that his magic has shielded the trio. Even the paths that your feet have made from the Chamber to the Valley were wiped away. There was no proof that you two had ever even been here.
“Warship, I called you here because you owe me a debt, as you know. Straia, I called you simply out of respect.” Which it was, really. He wasn’t ready to cash in that chip just yet, but as alliances, he was willing to include her in on his plans. “I plan to attack the Amazons. They have stolen my son from his home, and quite frankly Scorch is playing with fire amongst all of her alliance plans.” The Jungle queen had been so leery to answer Eight’s questions of an alliance, and had so quickly broken the truce with the Tundra (whether it had been by her biding or Lagertha’s mutiny). She was growing too big for her britches, biting off more than she could chew, and burning bridges in her midst.
He turns to his mercenary, “Warship, I will be sending you in first, disguised as a female.” He shrugged a bit, as an apology. Unfortunately, the only way to infiltrate would be as a female, the Amazons weren’t keen on trusting strange men. “You will speak to the sisters, gain trust, scout for their battle tactics, and keep an eye on the going ons of Scorch.”
He then turns to Straia. “I’ve called you here simply to keep you informed. You are more than welcome to join me. I just didn’t want you caught unaware if the Jungle decided to retaliate by attacking you. But, if you have any suggestions, I’m all ears.”
(SO. If you aren’t okay with Warship infiltrating first and playing a lady, then that’s okay too (: We can just skip that part!)
Sleep is fitful for Eight – unnecessary, even. A commodity, a treat, something to pass the time when boredom strikes. Of course, he doesn’t think about this when he comes a’callin. He’s never really that respectful, anyway. His life is just a never ending constant – there are no breaks, no passing of time, it simply is. So when the thought strikes, and he calls, he pays little mind to the fact that it is the depth of night, and that others (such as you two) may be sleeping.
However, even still – you come. You, Warship, out of duty and debt. And you, Straia, well maybe just out of duty as well.
When you enter the Valley, the image of you two side by side floats into his mind, and he quickly finds you. “ I did. My apologies for the late night calls.” Again, he makes sure that his magic has shielded the trio. Even the paths that your feet have made from the Chamber to the Valley were wiped away. There was no proof that you two had ever even been here.
“Warship, I called you here because you owe me a debt, as you know. Straia, I called you simply out of respect.” Which it was, really. He wasn’t ready to cash in that chip just yet, but as alliances, he was willing to include her in on his plans. “I plan to attack the Amazons. They have stolen my son from his home, and quite frankly Scorch is playing with fire amongst all of her alliance plans.” The Jungle queen had been so leery to answer Eight’s questions of an alliance, and had so quickly broken the truce with the Tundra (whether it had been by her biding or Lagertha’s mutiny). She was growing too big for her britches, biting off more than she could chew, and burning bridges in her midst.
He turns to his mercenary, “Warship, I will be sending you in first, disguised as a female.” He shrugged a bit, as an apology. Unfortunately, the only way to infiltrate would be as a female, the Amazons weren’t keen on trusting strange men. “You will speak to the sisters, gain trust, scout for their battle tactics, and keep an eye on the going ons of Scorch.”
He then turns to Straia. “I’ve called you here simply to keep you informed. You are more than welcome to join me. I just didn’t want you caught unaware if the Jungle decided to retaliate by attacking you. But, if you have any suggestions, I’m all ears.”
(SO. If you aren’t okay with Warship infiltrating first and playing a lady, then that’s okay too (: We can just skip that part!)
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and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in