03-03-2016, 12:37 AM
“Yeah, McNinja,” Doc said, “It’s Irish. Mostly.”
“Well met!” Demetri Malius replied, “What say you about joining my side?”
Demetri explained to Doc exactly what he had in mind when he said "his side". That alchemist (pfft, magic) Finn was now heading towards what looked like Ambrosia. It was starting to look like Dr. McNinja would be running into Finn quite often.
"Camelot, huh?" Doc shrugged. "Well, here’s the thing. I just moved into Ambrosia a few days ago. I was hoping to settle a bit. Plus, I don't have my ride. But uh... I had a bit of a question."
"Of course."
"Uh... see..." Doc licked his lips. “I ran into a... a bit of trouble with a local ninja clan. They think I’m a panty-stealing ninja-killer. To their credit, I did kill a few of them in self-defense, but anyways they’re probably waiting to kill me.”
Dr. McNinja came a little bit closer to the thief, making sure his hands were still covering the pockets with his belongings.
“So... if this little group of yours is going to be as strong as you say... Well, it never hurts to have friends, right?”
Demetri nodded. “I suppose. So you accept, then?”
“Yeah,” Doc shrugged. “I guess I do. What are you calling the group?”
“Something along the lines...” Demetri muttered, “of Thieves’ Guild.”
Dr. McNinja frowned. “Hang on, is this a bad guys thing?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I ain’t a bad guy. I’m a good guy.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I mean, is this like some sort of evil people group?”
“Not necessarily,” Demetri assured Doc, “it’s simply a business operation. There is no judgment of character involved. But I assure you that moral qualms should not be an issue. We are simply a network of people assisting each other. I’m not starting an army.”
Doc scanned Demetri’s face. That was another advantage to always wearing a mask. People couldn’t see when your cheeks twitched, nor could they read your lips. Demetri, apparently, followed the same school of thought. And either way, Doc was having a hard time reading his face. He couldn’t tell if Demetri was being sincere.
“Aw hell, let’s shake on it,” Doc proclaimed, offering his hand, “Count me in.”
Demetri must have smiled, but the smile resembled the guild: strictly for business. “Glad to hear it, doctor. I’ll alert you of any relevant news on your Communicator.”
“Roger that,” Doc said, “Good luck with King Arthur or whatever.”
Demetri nodded briskly and turned to leave.
“Wait, uh, Demetri, one last thing.”
The elusive man turned.
“If you or your network see a man named King Radical,” Dr. McNinja said through clenched teeth, “let me know. He wears sunglasses and dresses like a whack Burger King. Probably riding a dirtbike. He is pure evil, and he plans to corrupt the world to his standards and must be stopped.”
Demetri blinked a few times, then shrugged. “Very well. I will alert you.”
“Thanks, bud. I’ll see you around.”
Dr. McNinja followed Finn back to Ambrosia.
“Well met!” Demetri Malius replied, “What say you about joining my side?”
Demetri explained to Doc exactly what he had in mind when he said "his side". That alchemist (pfft, magic) Finn was now heading towards what looked like Ambrosia. It was starting to look like Dr. McNinja would be running into Finn quite often.
"Camelot, huh?" Doc shrugged. "Well, here’s the thing. I just moved into Ambrosia a few days ago. I was hoping to settle a bit. Plus, I don't have my ride. But uh... I had a bit of a question."
"Of course."
"Uh... see..." Doc licked his lips. “I ran into a... a bit of trouble with a local ninja clan. They think I’m a panty-stealing ninja-killer. To their credit, I did kill a few of them in self-defense, but anyways they’re probably waiting to kill me.”
Dr. McNinja came a little bit closer to the thief, making sure his hands were still covering the pockets with his belongings.
“So... if this little group of yours is going to be as strong as you say... Well, it never hurts to have friends, right?”
Demetri nodded. “I suppose. So you accept, then?”
“Yeah,” Doc shrugged. “I guess I do. What are you calling the group?”
“Something along the lines...” Demetri muttered, “of Thieves’ Guild.”
Dr. McNinja frowned. “Hang on, is this a bad guys thing?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I ain’t a bad guy. I’m a good guy.”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I mean, is this like some sort of evil people group?”
“Not necessarily,” Demetri assured Doc, “it’s simply a business operation. There is no judgment of character involved. But I assure you that moral qualms should not be an issue. We are simply a network of people assisting each other. I’m not starting an army.”
Doc scanned Demetri’s face. That was another advantage to always wearing a mask. People couldn’t see when your cheeks twitched, nor could they read your lips. Demetri, apparently, followed the same school of thought. And either way, Doc was having a hard time reading his face. He couldn’t tell if Demetri was being sincere.
“Aw hell, let’s shake on it,” Doc proclaimed, offering his hand, “Count me in.”
Demetri must have smiled, but the smile resembled the guild: strictly for business. “Glad to hear it, doctor. I’ll alert you of any relevant news on your Communicator.”
“Roger that,” Doc said, “Good luck with King Arthur or whatever.”
Demetri nodded briskly and turned to leave.
“Wait, uh, Demetri, one last thing.”
The elusive man turned.
“If you or your network see a man named King Radical,” Dr. McNinja said through clenched teeth, “let me know. He wears sunglasses and dresses like a whack Burger King. Probably riding a dirtbike. He is pure evil, and he plans to corrupt the world to his standards and must be stopped.”
Demetri blinked a few times, then shrugged. “Very well. I will alert you.”
“Thanks, bud. I’ll see you around.”
Dr. McNinja followed Finn back to Ambrosia.
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