10-05-2016, 07:51 PM
“It’s always the bad boys I get stuck with, isn’t it?” Janna asked herself as sauntered through the cobblestone streets of Minas Tirith, unwavered by the occasional stare by the locals as the yordle headed towards her destination. When Captain Choprot had managed to worm his way into the pirate court of Blue Flame Island, she expected the giant green brute to send the crew into a tailspin of drunken debauchery. Something she admittedly partook in quite a bit herself. But after the vices of the pirate port had lost their novelty and the quartermaster found herself looking back towards the sea and what laid in it. Choprot seemed more interested in drinking his weight in grog, so Janna looked to the dataverse to find something to tickle her fancy.
Online dating had something of a bizarre allure to it: Meet random strangers, perhaps dangerous, go to places she has not seen before. It was the reason she had stuck to her job even after they pitched the Empire officer into the ocean. That this would involve less nights of waiting for the sounds of enemy cannons or roars from the deep could only make it better. But at the moment, it was a question of finding her mystery date.
“Well, if he didn’t want to play hard to find, he should have answered my email. I’d hope he appreciated the effort to track him down. Well, he doesn’t need to…” Janna let loose a laugh, causing a few passersby to give her a wider berth. If this was some lame joker’s prank or the moment of weakness for a wannabe cheater, then she would love to spread them a little misery. If it was something darker… well, that’s what the massive cannon of a gun that dangled from her back was for. She looked back down at the device she had been following, towards the government section of the massive castle she ventured through. She had always wanted to visit the magnificent city, but as she neared the local jail she figured it would not be explored how it should be today.
Rholand sat at his stool, little to expect that today would any different than the rest of his tenure as warden. Other than a small chuckle at some errant thought or the occasional glance to his prisoners, he was content to wait out his time for today.
Then there was a knock at the door.
No one knocks on the jail door.
The guard was left unsure if he should get up before the question was answered for him when it was opened, a blue goblin like creature walked in as shut it behind her. She confidently strode in, a gun bigger than she was on her back, and she looked to the head guard more like he was some punk that a man of his station.
“I’m looking for a Homin Ratione” Janna announced, which caught the man off guard. She saw it in that moment, that look of someone caught in a lie. He hid it pretty quickly, but the yordle had been around enough liars and cutthroats to know it when she saw it. Her earlier theory looked a bit more solid, even though it wasn’t exactly as she thought.
“What business do you have here?” Rholand responded, neither confirming nor denying that there was someone with that name here. But Janna was no fool. She thought about just being honest about why she was here, but if this meathead was going to be like this she wasn’t about to make it easy for him.
“I’m here to talk to him. That’s all you need to know”
“What makes you think-” Janna interrupted him when she hovered some gadget over his desk, and as it moved over his dataverse device it let out a loud “ding!” A toothy smile formed on the QM’s face as she looked the man square in the eyes
“Well either you’re him, or you’re going to have to explain how a man in jail managed to get a message out on the dataverse. On a dating site”
“...third cell on the left” he gave in, and nodded to the perplexed guard standing at the door separating them from the cells. The smile on Janna’s face dropped as she realized she’d have to do this in the middle of the prison itself.
“Hey, what if we want some privacy?” She more demanded than asked, but Rholand was not about to have his authority felled like that and merely shrugged.
“Tough, this isn’t a holiday home. You’ll just have to let everyone else watch”
Janna entertained the thought of shooting the desk out from under the warden, but instead walked through the rows of cells.
“Hey, you can’t bring that in there” One last word was given as warden pointed out the massive weapon on the woman’s back
“Then take it from me” And when no challenge was given, she strut further into the building.
At the cell, she looked at the candidates on offer. A few thugs and drunkards, ordinary in look if not in their chosen career. And sat on the other side was what looked like a tall human, were it not for his strange legs and thick skin. Sitting in his underwear. Some people are just cruel.
“Homin?” She asked to no one in particular, and the tall man’s head shot up.
“It’s Ratione” He answered, a bit of a resignation in his voice told Jana this was not the first time he’s had to make that correction. The pirate didn’t question it. This would be interesting, if nothing else.
“I’m Janna. I’m here because it looks like you’ve had a very long, bad day” The alien gave a strange look toward the yordle, who rested her arms on the bars as she leaned in and gave him a smile “So I’m going to give you a deal: I can stay for an hour or two and you’ll have someone to talk to that isn’t a smelly hobo” The comment caused one of the other inmates to shout something in protest, but he was promptly ignored “Or I could leave you with just the knowledge of how I found you. Well, fella, what’s your choice?”
Online dating had something of a bizarre allure to it: Meet random strangers, perhaps dangerous, go to places she has not seen before. It was the reason she had stuck to her job even after they pitched the Empire officer into the ocean. That this would involve less nights of waiting for the sounds of enemy cannons or roars from the deep could only make it better. But at the moment, it was a question of finding her mystery date.
“Well, if he didn’t want to play hard to find, he should have answered my email. I’d hope he appreciated the effort to track him down. Well, he doesn’t need to…” Janna let loose a laugh, causing a few passersby to give her a wider berth. If this was some lame joker’s prank or the moment of weakness for a wannabe cheater, then she would love to spread them a little misery. If it was something darker… well, that’s what the massive cannon of a gun that dangled from her back was for. She looked back down at the device she had been following, towards the government section of the massive castle she ventured through. She had always wanted to visit the magnificent city, but as she neared the local jail she figured it would not be explored how it should be today.
Rholand sat at his stool, little to expect that today would any different than the rest of his tenure as warden. Other than a small chuckle at some errant thought or the occasional glance to his prisoners, he was content to wait out his time for today.
Then there was a knock at the door.
No one knocks on the jail door.
The guard was left unsure if he should get up before the question was answered for him when it was opened, a blue goblin like creature walked in as shut it behind her. She confidently strode in, a gun bigger than she was on her back, and she looked to the head guard more like he was some punk that a man of his station.
“I’m looking for a Homin Ratione” Janna announced, which caught the man off guard. She saw it in that moment, that look of someone caught in a lie. He hid it pretty quickly, but the yordle had been around enough liars and cutthroats to know it when she saw it. Her earlier theory looked a bit more solid, even though it wasn’t exactly as she thought.
“What business do you have here?” Rholand responded, neither confirming nor denying that there was someone with that name here. But Janna was no fool. She thought about just being honest about why she was here, but if this meathead was going to be like this she wasn’t about to make it easy for him.
“I’m here to talk to him. That’s all you need to know”
“What makes you think-” Janna interrupted him when she hovered some gadget over his desk, and as it moved over his dataverse device it let out a loud “ding!” A toothy smile formed on the QM’s face as she looked the man square in the eyes
“Well either you’re him, or you’re going to have to explain how a man in jail managed to get a message out on the dataverse. On a dating site”
“...third cell on the left” he gave in, and nodded to the perplexed guard standing at the door separating them from the cells. The smile on Janna’s face dropped as she realized she’d have to do this in the middle of the prison itself.
“Hey, what if we want some privacy?” She more demanded than asked, but Rholand was not about to have his authority felled like that and merely shrugged.
“Tough, this isn’t a holiday home. You’ll just have to let everyone else watch”
Janna entertained the thought of shooting the desk out from under the warden, but instead walked through the rows of cells.
“Hey, you can’t bring that in there” One last word was given as warden pointed out the massive weapon on the woman’s back
“Then take it from me” And when no challenge was given, she strut further into the building.
At the cell, she looked at the candidates on offer. A few thugs and drunkards, ordinary in look if not in their chosen career. And sat on the other side was what looked like a tall human, were it not for his strange legs and thick skin. Sitting in his underwear. Some people are just cruel.
“Homin?” She asked to no one in particular, and the tall man’s head shot up.
“It’s Ratione” He answered, a bit of a resignation in his voice told Jana this was not the first time he’s had to make that correction. The pirate didn’t question it. This would be interesting, if nothing else.
“I’m Janna. I’m here because it looks like you’ve had a very long, bad day” The alien gave a strange look toward the yordle, who rested her arms on the bars as she leaned in and gave him a smile “So I’m going to give you a deal: I can stay for an hour or two and you’ll have someone to talk to that isn’t a smelly hobo” The comment caused one of the other inmates to shout something in protest, but he was promptly ignored “Or I could leave you with just the knowledge of how I found you. Well, fella, what’s your choice?”
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