M4E1: Slain

i want to cry  

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He felt he was getting a little…soft. With all the things happening around him he felt like being emotional was starting to dull his edge. For whatever reason a sense of foreboding had crept along into his life and with it, minor bouts of anxiety and paranoia. He needed it bad. He needed a mission. He needed to once again take up the very dangerous task of dungeon crawling. Zak vaguely considered going off on his own into unknown territory but the memories of Mewdorado still haunted him, making him completely forget the idea. Though soon enough, new dungeons were announced for exploration. He had jumped to the chance as soon as Otto had brought him the news. It was an easy enough task. Go in, find a Salamance, and bring the heavy bastard back out. “Otto,” the Zigzagoon began as his partner helped him dress himself. “I want you to stay here at the entrance and wait for me to come back.” Zak stated. Otto frowned offended at the suggestion.

The pair bickered about it for a few minutes before the Sableye finally gave up. “Alright, ALRIGHT meat bag! You can go train by yourself. I don’t see how it’s a good thing though I need bulking up too.” Otto stated handing Beyoncé to his partner. Zak rolled his eyes at the ghost “I’m just scouting the territory. We can come back and hunt some dragons together LATER.” The normal type explained before venturing down into the darkness by himself. It seemed like hours since Zak’s disappearance deep into the dungeon but finally the idiot returned tired and filthy. Otto, who had been keeping their client company inside one of the Fay Clan’s tents, rushed right out hearing of his partner’s return. He fell silent for a moment wondering how badly wounded Zak was, as he couldn’t tell whether the blood covering his body was an opponent’s or his own. Lady Glameow soon followed the crowd, ready to see if the noble had actually retrieved the item she required for her wonderful ensemble. Before a great, bloodied beast knelt a Zigzagoon ready to receive his reward. “Your grace, I have retrieved the beast. I trust these will be enough.” The explorer stated.

Otto snickered at the words, the Zigzagoon’s tone betraying him. “Now, now no need to be facetious.” Zak stood to his full height, towering above Lady Glameow, something she obviously disliked as the woman adjusted her blouse aimlessly. “A little bit of water and the scales should be more to your liking.” He added looking down at the Glameow, a tiny smirk appearing at the client’s eyes drifted boredly from the dragon and then back to him.