08-07-2018, 04:44 PM
It was turning into a wrestling match now, and Ricter was only interested in escaping as grunts and growls of frustration escaped the woman. Outside the guards who were near the house were wondering what was going on, with the sound of groaning, grunts, and bed bouncing it sounded fairly lewd to their ears.
“Who do you think is the lucky orc that's tumbling in the sheets with the chief?” They would say to his buddy as the other shrugged.
“Doesn't sound very lucky to me, sounds like shes killing him, must be too much woman to handle.”
The other laughed and nodded, smirking. “Yeah, she’d probably break a couple bones on me.” They both laughed, making jokes all the while the two still continued to fight. Or ‘fight’ in this case.
After a while eventually she would get a good hold of him, standing up with him in her arms while on top of the bed. She was naked again thanks to all the tumbling and pressing him into her chest but squeezing the life out of him now. “Enough of this, it might not be the best way of ending you but I’m sure you wont complain much.” She declared as she was trying to break him.
Mean while he was trying to struggle, his weakened body making it impossible to do so for very long, he was running out of air now and things began to get foggy. But thanks to her standing height and holding him it was just enough to grab at the sword above, which after a moment of realization he soon touched the handle of his sword.
Instantly a rush of vigor and healing would enter into his body immediately, so much so that she could feel his previously small body grow back to how he ‘normally’ was, still shorter than her but as he pulled the sword down from the ceiling he used the flat part of the blade and ‘bonked’ her head with it.
Forcing her to let him got as he dropped down to the bed and bounced off, sticking the landing. If the landing was his tail end. “Yes! Finally! Don’t you ever leave me again Lanor!” He said as he hugged his special sword, so happy he was purring.
Though while he was celebrating the chief was getting dressed, putting on at least a bra and pants as she pulled out a large hammer. The one she hit him with prior. “You came here all for a stupid sword? I hope that sword was worth dying over you pest.”
Rushing towards Ricter she would raise her large hammer over head and then bring it down over head, though instead of running away Ricter raised a hand and simply blocked it using just his paw. Not even budging as she struggled to bring it down fully on the mustelid.
Ricters face flashed with a bright grin, he had all his power back now, and finally he could heal himself of all the hits he had taken not too long ago. “Huh?” She questioned, wondering why she was struggling against him, but it wasn’t his strength that she was competing with, it was just his body felt like hitting something extremely solid.
Instead of trying to cut her he would just look up at the woman, “I don't want to hurt you but you did put me through a lot of hell so-” Lifting his leg up he would kick her strait in the midsection, causing her to break down a bit and drop to her knee however Riccter followed this up by using another kick to strike at her neck.
It was enough to knock her back a few feet however it didn't do much to her it seemed, only enough to really stun her for a second. Cracking her neck as she altered her stance, “Not bad, for a pest. Lets see what you got.”
Having been standing there for well around a good hour or so Simon would prop up a chair and sit down, wondering what the hell was taking so long, he had gotten his message over half an hour ago and now he was just wondering what he was doing right now.
Looking at the two captives one had passed out, sleeping soundly while the other was getting into that dozing off stage. Hell, even he was beginning to feel tired as he looked around, part of him wondered if he should snag something in the mean time, or if he should just go and check on Ricter to make sure he wasn't dead.
“What is he doing, it shouldn’t be taking this long.” Simon questioned, but of course he would get no response when stopped himself from sending a text back, given he was sneaking around a light buzz or the ring of his phone could lead to any number of horrible outcomes.
Back inside of the home however the place looked trashed, or at least as messed up as you can imagine, large dents in the wood from impacts made by a large hammer while cuts were also made in certain parts of the wood.
The bed was flipped over and feathers from a ripped pillow laid themselves everywhere, it looked like the two had been fighting for a while here and given the amount of destruction it was surely something that would attract everyone. Fortunately the guards were kinda dumb, and didn’t want to intervene in their chiefs ‘fun time’ so they simply ignored all the slamming and sounds of combat.
The sound of panting could be heard as Ricter was sitting on the floor, his sword still next to him but he was seemingly very tired. Which would do that too you when you’ve been in combat for well around twenty or so minutes.
Right next to him was Ma’tok, seemingly just as tired as she had dropped her hammer next to herself as well, sweating from the work out. It would seem they had fought to a stalemate, which wasn’t uncommon for the weasel.
Even though she got a few good hits in she couldn’t really hurt him enough to knock them out, at the same time Ricter could barely hurt her with the strikes he were making, and his cuts only left small cuts. BY the looks of it both of them were tried and bleeding at least a small amount at this point, but obviously they had stopped fighting for now.
“Damn you...why don't you..just die..” She said as she raised her arm and gave him a nudge across the face, causing him to tip over but he regained his position, she was throwing a punch but her arms were exhausted.
“W-why cant you just...give up.” He said as he did the same, barley moving her as he swiped at her face, feeling more like a gently pat with his paw as he flopped and just leaned on her shoulder now. Too tired to even move as Ma’tok looked down at the weasel, they were both a silly mess at this point and although she still hated him a great deal for those previous shenanigans she had some respect for the weasel.
Not only did they fight twice, but they fought and he was both still alive and fought her to the point of exhaustion. If this was an official match her tribe members would have been stunned by this, he might even beat her if he was a bit stronger, which given her win history was perfect she both envied this and also respected it too.
With the weasel soon breathing softly she felt him purring, he had passed out, making her quirk a brow at this. They were still fighting, why would he go to sleep? On his opponent of all places, but given how hard it was for her to even lift her arms she began to feel the exhaustion creep in as well.
Yawning as she sighed, and started to close her eyes, they could continue this in the morning. Which now began to travel rapidly towards the morning time as even Simon grew board and began to fall asleep as well, passing out in his chair before the sun light dawned on a new day.
The sun would peek high in the sky as seemingly Ricter would begin to wake up, being the early bird that he was, and having recovered from last nights ordeals faster than Ma’tok thanks to his prime status he felt his head was laying on something soft and a bit squishy too, at first he would snuggle into it, murring softly.
But then he realized he wasn’t at home and his eyes shot open, lifting his head up he realized he was laying on the orc woman's stomach, and she had fallen over. Getting up she was still passed out, unmoving and simply snoring for the time being, which was odd but he would realize what happened. He had passed out.
“Crap, Simon. I hope he’s okay.” He thought to himself as he looked around the room, grabbing Lanor as it was near by he would sheath it and then wonder if he should wake up the chief. I mean she seemed so docile now, but at the same time he didn’t want to get into another fight with her.
So he would send Simon a text to see if he was okay, creeping towards a window and slowly opening it as he hopped she wouldn’t wake up. Mean while Simon was currently in the storage room still, the light buzzing in his pocket got annoying to the point that he would soon wake up.
Looking around he could see light pouring into the room, additionally everyone around him were still asleep as he was shocked he had slept till morning. Picking out his phone he read the text to himself. “Simon are you okay? I got my sword, we need to get out of here now while everyone is still asleep!” Which the rodent couldn't agree more too.
Causing him to creep towards the door and make his way out, texting him back that they should just go over the wall. The two were quick to try and escape as outside it was bright but most of the guards had turned in for the day, wishing to get some rest while the more lazy ones had already fallen asleep.
Luckily thanks to some careful movements and actually ensuring that he didn’t tip anything over. Ricter slowly opened the window and soon was out of there as he dropped to the ground bellow. Running through the village he met up with Simon soon after and with in a few minutes they were already climbing over the wall, ensuring they escaped with their lives.
However just as they were leaving a loud horn would go off, sounding like some hoard was rolling along the hills to declare war. They were spotted! “Crap I think we got found out, Ricter!”
“I heard it, just keep running!” Seems they weren't out in the clear just yet, a number of orcs had rallied together and began to form a search party to look for the two who just came running out of their territory.
It would be hard trying to shake off a band of orcs that could easily track them however Simon actually came somewhat prepared for this scenario. Having his own plots in mind. While running near the side of the swamp he would notice those tree’s again, smiling as he pointed.
“Ricter, cut those tree’s down!” Making him wonder what he was thinking about doing but simply nodded, trusting him for now as a band of orcs were formed, most riding large dinosaurs and others running on foot. They were catching up rapidly and stepping out of the front gate, Ma’tok was just beginning to place on her helm.
“Bring me my war horse, now!” She yelled, causing two guards to rush to get her said horse. In less than a few seconds she was already beginning to mount the larger than average horse, kicking them with spurs to make the horse gallop at alarming speeds. It was much faster than any normal horse that was for sure.
Cutting at one of the tree’s with Lanor he would take a moment to sharpen his weapon before giving it a hard chop, leaving a deep gash into it as the tree started to tilt and begin falling on the shore line they were currently running along.
In addition Simon would begin shooting near the tops of the canopy, as if aiming for something and nailing it head on from what he could tell. Hitting the acid pitcher plants that were positioned on top of the tree and causing acid to fall and drip down into the water.
After a few moments of setting this up Simon would call out, “Ricter cross the water, hurry!” Which as both would jump into the swamp they would begin going through the waves to head over to the other side. Mean while Ma’tok would grin as she caught up, seeing they were fish in a barrel now that they wished to jump into the waves.
“Alright we have them, you five, go in and fish them out!” She pointed, her men would follow her order and soon move into the swamp however instantly they would jump back out, their bodies sizzling as they yelled in pain. “Whats the matter, its just water.”
Looking at the waves she noticed a purple hue in it, and as she looked up at some of the tree’s it seemed most had gotten chopped down around them, and a few tree’s oozed that acid like substance. They had covered their tracks by lacing this section of the swamp in acid making them have to go around the long way. But it was impossible to catch up to them by the time they got to the other side, by the time they went all the way around, they would be long gone.
“Home free baby, whooo!” Simon called out, keeping pace with the weasel as they got to dry land and kept running, just to put some distance between them so they would waste time looking for them.
That same day they would have managed to escape all the way back to Ambrosia, having ensured they covered their tracks well enough Ricter would stop with Simon as they took a breather. Sitting down on a bench and eating some ice-cream, the weasel enjoyed vanilla while the rodent enjoyed chocolate.
Relaxing, the two didn’t talk very much, about both what happened and how they managed to escape with little less than a few cuts here and there that got corrected once they were both in the clear. But Ricter would pull out something from his pocket, it looked like a gem stone, cut like a ruby and very real but not really worth anything in this world.
But to the rodent beside him he would look over at it and his eyes flared up as the stoat offered it too him, “Is this a joke? You can’t be serious.” Simon said as he stopped eating to address him.
Shaking his head, Ricter added. “No, I’m giving it too you. It was kinda wrong to think of you more like some pet I can summon to do things for me, which honestly I felt like that was the case, but now I realize I should treat you like a person rather than an object.”
Placing the gem in his free hand Simon would look down at it, thumbing it over and gazing into it, this contained where his soul would go if he were to die. Or at least in this case, his body would be destroyed. Thinking for a moment he would look back to Ricter, having an indifferent gaze and frown on his face.
“Thanks, but you had every right to treat me like that, especially for what I was asking for when you came into my room that day. Sure you gave me the deal but I was ready to die, or be banished to the underverse, but now I’m alive and no one knows who I am or what I’ve done thanks to you.”
He bit into the cone, munching the sweet tasting edible object before speaking again. “I think I’ll stick around a bit, maybe figure out what I want to do with myself, my life. Also no, you wont have to worry about me trying to make some mafia group here any more, besides you’ll just walk in and kick my ass.”
Laughing both Simon and Ricter would smile at each other for a second, he didn’t think to not trust his word this time, especially when he seemed so genuine. Yet as they turned to face the open park that was in front of them, watching nature grow and take hold around them Ricter would say something.
“I’m glad you think that way, if you are staying though your welcome to call, or better yet visit if you want? Elysia doesn't know who you are, but you might need to go by another name.” He advised.
“Right, she’ll kill me for what I caused to happen, even though she couldn’t when it came down too it. As for a name? How about Gregory? It was the name of a friend I cherished not too long ago. As for your offer, sure I’ll drop by sometime, maybe we can hang out or something.”
Smirking, Ricter nodded, “I like it, its fitting.” Eating his cone completely with a few crunches Ricter would get up and soon so would Simon, reaching out a paw towards the weasel who in turn would shake his hand. “It was nice working with you Simon, at least while I could.”
“This isn’t a good by hand shake, I told you I’ll be around, just look out for me later on. See you around, yeah?”
Ricter smiled and let his hand go, “Yeah, see you around.”
With that, the two would turn and walk away from one another. Heading down opposite paths as Ricter released the rodent from essentially a life time of entrapped bondage, hoping that he could trust that he wouldn't do any more criminal activities. However thinking back to not too long ago he would be reminded of something he was told by him.
"If you want to find the Red Roses" Simon spoke while still trapped in a gem around this time, "Your going to need to head to a place called Coruscant, its one of the main realms, probably the most populated and well regulated verse in this place. My sons probably worked for one of the gangs there, grabbing what ever drugs from here and transporting them there."
Looking down at the gem Ricter would simply listen as he continued. "Of course you might have some heat on your tail if your going to be heading there, but if your going to track them down that's your best best, just remember that place has tiers. Where your looking for is going to be in tier 5 and bellow, just don't get yourself killed. alright?"
Thinking back to now he didn't know if releasing him, someone who knew so much, was a good idea, but he would be sure to call on them for help later when it came to this. Maybe figure out a way to get into this so called criminal underground and shut it down so they never came back to the Tangled Greens again.
“Who do you think is the lucky orc that's tumbling in the sheets with the chief?” They would say to his buddy as the other shrugged.
“Doesn't sound very lucky to me, sounds like shes killing him, must be too much woman to handle.”
The other laughed and nodded, smirking. “Yeah, she’d probably break a couple bones on me.” They both laughed, making jokes all the while the two still continued to fight. Or ‘fight’ in this case.
After a while eventually she would get a good hold of him, standing up with him in her arms while on top of the bed. She was naked again thanks to all the tumbling and pressing him into her chest but squeezing the life out of him now. “Enough of this, it might not be the best way of ending you but I’m sure you wont complain much.” She declared as she was trying to break him.
Mean while he was trying to struggle, his weakened body making it impossible to do so for very long, he was running out of air now and things began to get foggy. But thanks to her standing height and holding him it was just enough to grab at the sword above, which after a moment of realization he soon touched the handle of his sword.
Instantly a rush of vigor and healing would enter into his body immediately, so much so that she could feel his previously small body grow back to how he ‘normally’ was, still shorter than her but as he pulled the sword down from the ceiling he used the flat part of the blade and ‘bonked’ her head with it.
Forcing her to let him got as he dropped down to the bed and bounced off, sticking the landing. If the landing was his tail end. “Yes! Finally! Don’t you ever leave me again Lanor!” He said as he hugged his special sword, so happy he was purring.
Though while he was celebrating the chief was getting dressed, putting on at least a bra and pants as she pulled out a large hammer. The one she hit him with prior. “You came here all for a stupid sword? I hope that sword was worth dying over you pest.”
Rushing towards Ricter she would raise her large hammer over head and then bring it down over head, though instead of running away Ricter raised a hand and simply blocked it using just his paw. Not even budging as she struggled to bring it down fully on the mustelid.
Ricters face flashed with a bright grin, he had all his power back now, and finally he could heal himself of all the hits he had taken not too long ago. “Huh?” She questioned, wondering why she was struggling against him, but it wasn’t his strength that she was competing with, it was just his body felt like hitting something extremely solid.
Instead of trying to cut her he would just look up at the woman, “I don't want to hurt you but you did put me through a lot of hell so-” Lifting his leg up he would kick her strait in the midsection, causing her to break down a bit and drop to her knee however Riccter followed this up by using another kick to strike at her neck.
It was enough to knock her back a few feet however it didn't do much to her it seemed, only enough to really stun her for a second. Cracking her neck as she altered her stance, “Not bad, for a pest. Lets see what you got.”
Having been standing there for well around a good hour or so Simon would prop up a chair and sit down, wondering what the hell was taking so long, he had gotten his message over half an hour ago and now he was just wondering what he was doing right now.
Looking at the two captives one had passed out, sleeping soundly while the other was getting into that dozing off stage. Hell, even he was beginning to feel tired as he looked around, part of him wondered if he should snag something in the mean time, or if he should just go and check on Ricter to make sure he wasn't dead.
“What is he doing, it shouldn’t be taking this long.” Simon questioned, but of course he would get no response when stopped himself from sending a text back, given he was sneaking around a light buzz or the ring of his phone could lead to any number of horrible outcomes.
Back inside of the home however the place looked trashed, or at least as messed up as you can imagine, large dents in the wood from impacts made by a large hammer while cuts were also made in certain parts of the wood.
The bed was flipped over and feathers from a ripped pillow laid themselves everywhere, it looked like the two had been fighting for a while here and given the amount of destruction it was surely something that would attract everyone. Fortunately the guards were kinda dumb, and didn’t want to intervene in their chiefs ‘fun time’ so they simply ignored all the slamming and sounds of combat.
The sound of panting could be heard as Ricter was sitting on the floor, his sword still next to him but he was seemingly very tired. Which would do that too you when you’ve been in combat for well around twenty or so minutes.
Right next to him was Ma’tok, seemingly just as tired as she had dropped her hammer next to herself as well, sweating from the work out. It would seem they had fought to a stalemate, which wasn’t uncommon for the weasel.
Even though she got a few good hits in she couldn’t really hurt him enough to knock them out, at the same time Ricter could barely hurt her with the strikes he were making, and his cuts only left small cuts. BY the looks of it both of them were tried and bleeding at least a small amount at this point, but obviously they had stopped fighting for now.
“Damn you...why don't you..just die..” She said as she raised her arm and gave him a nudge across the face, causing him to tip over but he regained his position, she was throwing a punch but her arms were exhausted.
“W-why cant you just...give up.” He said as he did the same, barley moving her as he swiped at her face, feeling more like a gently pat with his paw as he flopped and just leaned on her shoulder now. Too tired to even move as Ma’tok looked down at the weasel, they were both a silly mess at this point and although she still hated him a great deal for those previous shenanigans she had some respect for the weasel.
Not only did they fight twice, but they fought and he was both still alive and fought her to the point of exhaustion. If this was an official match her tribe members would have been stunned by this, he might even beat her if he was a bit stronger, which given her win history was perfect she both envied this and also respected it too.
With the weasel soon breathing softly she felt him purring, he had passed out, making her quirk a brow at this. They were still fighting, why would he go to sleep? On his opponent of all places, but given how hard it was for her to even lift her arms she began to feel the exhaustion creep in as well.
Yawning as she sighed, and started to close her eyes, they could continue this in the morning. Which now began to travel rapidly towards the morning time as even Simon grew board and began to fall asleep as well, passing out in his chair before the sun light dawned on a new day.
The sun would peek high in the sky as seemingly Ricter would begin to wake up, being the early bird that he was, and having recovered from last nights ordeals faster than Ma’tok thanks to his prime status he felt his head was laying on something soft and a bit squishy too, at first he would snuggle into it, murring softly.
But then he realized he wasn’t at home and his eyes shot open, lifting his head up he realized he was laying on the orc woman's stomach, and she had fallen over. Getting up she was still passed out, unmoving and simply snoring for the time being, which was odd but he would realize what happened. He had passed out.
“Crap, Simon. I hope he’s okay.” He thought to himself as he looked around the room, grabbing Lanor as it was near by he would sheath it and then wonder if he should wake up the chief. I mean she seemed so docile now, but at the same time he didn’t want to get into another fight with her.
So he would send Simon a text to see if he was okay, creeping towards a window and slowly opening it as he hopped she wouldn’t wake up. Mean while Simon was currently in the storage room still, the light buzzing in his pocket got annoying to the point that he would soon wake up.
Looking around he could see light pouring into the room, additionally everyone around him were still asleep as he was shocked he had slept till morning. Picking out his phone he read the text to himself. “Simon are you okay? I got my sword, we need to get out of here now while everyone is still asleep!” Which the rodent couldn't agree more too.
Causing him to creep towards the door and make his way out, texting him back that they should just go over the wall. The two were quick to try and escape as outside it was bright but most of the guards had turned in for the day, wishing to get some rest while the more lazy ones had already fallen asleep.
Luckily thanks to some careful movements and actually ensuring that he didn’t tip anything over. Ricter slowly opened the window and soon was out of there as he dropped to the ground bellow. Running through the village he met up with Simon soon after and with in a few minutes they were already climbing over the wall, ensuring they escaped with their lives.
However just as they were leaving a loud horn would go off, sounding like some hoard was rolling along the hills to declare war. They were spotted! “Crap I think we got found out, Ricter!”
“I heard it, just keep running!” Seems they weren't out in the clear just yet, a number of orcs had rallied together and began to form a search party to look for the two who just came running out of their territory.
It would be hard trying to shake off a band of orcs that could easily track them however Simon actually came somewhat prepared for this scenario. Having his own plots in mind. While running near the side of the swamp he would notice those tree’s again, smiling as he pointed.
“Ricter, cut those tree’s down!” Making him wonder what he was thinking about doing but simply nodded, trusting him for now as a band of orcs were formed, most riding large dinosaurs and others running on foot. They were catching up rapidly and stepping out of the front gate, Ma’tok was just beginning to place on her helm.
“Bring me my war horse, now!” She yelled, causing two guards to rush to get her said horse. In less than a few seconds she was already beginning to mount the larger than average horse, kicking them with spurs to make the horse gallop at alarming speeds. It was much faster than any normal horse that was for sure.
Cutting at one of the tree’s with Lanor he would take a moment to sharpen his weapon before giving it a hard chop, leaving a deep gash into it as the tree started to tilt and begin falling on the shore line they were currently running along.
In addition Simon would begin shooting near the tops of the canopy, as if aiming for something and nailing it head on from what he could tell. Hitting the acid pitcher plants that were positioned on top of the tree and causing acid to fall and drip down into the water.
After a few moments of setting this up Simon would call out, “Ricter cross the water, hurry!” Which as both would jump into the swamp they would begin going through the waves to head over to the other side. Mean while Ma’tok would grin as she caught up, seeing they were fish in a barrel now that they wished to jump into the waves.
“Alright we have them, you five, go in and fish them out!” She pointed, her men would follow her order and soon move into the swamp however instantly they would jump back out, their bodies sizzling as they yelled in pain. “Whats the matter, its just water.”
Looking at the waves she noticed a purple hue in it, and as she looked up at some of the tree’s it seemed most had gotten chopped down around them, and a few tree’s oozed that acid like substance. They had covered their tracks by lacing this section of the swamp in acid making them have to go around the long way. But it was impossible to catch up to them by the time they got to the other side, by the time they went all the way around, they would be long gone.
“Home free baby, whooo!” Simon called out, keeping pace with the weasel as they got to dry land and kept running, just to put some distance between them so they would waste time looking for them.
That same day they would have managed to escape all the way back to Ambrosia, having ensured they covered their tracks well enough Ricter would stop with Simon as they took a breather. Sitting down on a bench and eating some ice-cream, the weasel enjoyed vanilla while the rodent enjoyed chocolate.
Relaxing, the two didn’t talk very much, about both what happened and how they managed to escape with little less than a few cuts here and there that got corrected once they were both in the clear. But Ricter would pull out something from his pocket, it looked like a gem stone, cut like a ruby and very real but not really worth anything in this world.
But to the rodent beside him he would look over at it and his eyes flared up as the stoat offered it too him, “Is this a joke? You can’t be serious.” Simon said as he stopped eating to address him.
Shaking his head, Ricter added. “No, I’m giving it too you. It was kinda wrong to think of you more like some pet I can summon to do things for me, which honestly I felt like that was the case, but now I realize I should treat you like a person rather than an object.”
Placing the gem in his free hand Simon would look down at it, thumbing it over and gazing into it, this contained where his soul would go if he were to die. Or at least in this case, his body would be destroyed. Thinking for a moment he would look back to Ricter, having an indifferent gaze and frown on his face.
“Thanks, but you had every right to treat me like that, especially for what I was asking for when you came into my room that day. Sure you gave me the deal but I was ready to die, or be banished to the underverse, but now I’m alive and no one knows who I am or what I’ve done thanks to you.”
He bit into the cone, munching the sweet tasting edible object before speaking again. “I think I’ll stick around a bit, maybe figure out what I want to do with myself, my life. Also no, you wont have to worry about me trying to make some mafia group here any more, besides you’ll just walk in and kick my ass.”
Laughing both Simon and Ricter would smile at each other for a second, he didn’t think to not trust his word this time, especially when he seemed so genuine. Yet as they turned to face the open park that was in front of them, watching nature grow and take hold around them Ricter would say something.
“I’m glad you think that way, if you are staying though your welcome to call, or better yet visit if you want? Elysia doesn't know who you are, but you might need to go by another name.” He advised.
“Right, she’ll kill me for what I caused to happen, even though she couldn’t when it came down too it. As for a name? How about Gregory? It was the name of a friend I cherished not too long ago. As for your offer, sure I’ll drop by sometime, maybe we can hang out or something.”
Smirking, Ricter nodded, “I like it, its fitting.” Eating his cone completely with a few crunches Ricter would get up and soon so would Simon, reaching out a paw towards the weasel who in turn would shake his hand. “It was nice working with you Simon, at least while I could.”
“This isn’t a good by hand shake, I told you I’ll be around, just look out for me later on. See you around, yeah?”
Ricter smiled and let his hand go, “Yeah, see you around.”
With that, the two would turn and walk away from one another. Heading down opposite paths as Ricter released the rodent from essentially a life time of entrapped bondage, hoping that he could trust that he wouldn't do any more criminal activities. However thinking back to not too long ago he would be reminded of something he was told by him.
"If you want to find the Red Roses" Simon spoke while still trapped in a gem around this time, "Your going to need to head to a place called Coruscant, its one of the main realms, probably the most populated and well regulated verse in this place. My sons probably worked for one of the gangs there, grabbing what ever drugs from here and transporting them there."
Looking down at the gem Ricter would simply listen as he continued. "Of course you might have some heat on your tail if your going to be heading there, but if your going to track them down that's your best best, just remember that place has tiers. Where your looking for is going to be in tier 5 and bellow, just don't get yourself killed. alright?"
Thinking back to now he didn't know if releasing him, someone who knew so much, was a good idea, but he would be sure to call on them for help later when it came to this. Maybe figure out a way to get into this so called criminal underground and shut it down so they never came back to the Tangled Greens again.