The Thief, the Witch, And the house

[Victor Wolfe]

Knowing more about madness than the little witch probably thought he did Victor chuckled to himself and decided to explore the cottage more, the smell of dust and mould settled on everything around them, but the place did show potential, and perhaps the girl just wanted to gather the fungus and webs to make potions, she did seem to know a thing or two about alchemy. 

Still compared to the rest of the new recruits Victor had seen this one was a breath of fresh air, not as serious as the other mage and more appealing to the eyes, and she didn't bring the head of his sloppy seconds to the throne room, Victor was curious about the white-haired person of unconfirmed gender. But that could be dealt with at a later date, assuming that they survived whatever mission the Golden King bestowed upon them. Remembering his first task, infiltrating another group of primes only to spring the most dangerous and effective trap in the history of this world, taking a huge risk to his own life. Erik had been asked to help take out one of the dunes most notorious bandits until he sacrificed himself alongside Victor and Gilgamesh. He was sure that the new recruits would also be given hard tasks, to prove themselves worthy of the New Babylonian colours. 

heading up to the second floor Victor reached the bedroom, a lone mattress lay on the floor covered in adult magazines and used rubber contraptions, a man with a scraggly beard and torn clothes appeared to be resting on the mattress. coughing loudly the hobo awoke with a startled look on his face.

"You looking to buy some death sticks?" he asked, opening up his tattered trench coat jacket to reveal what judging by the name and the way the guy asked where probably some sort of new narcotic, Victor thought about it for a minute or two, he was a politician now and scandal would not look good, but he had worked so hard already, couldn't he just enjoy one little buzz?

"Nooo, Yeeee... that is not what I am here for good sir, for you see I have a special once in a lifetime offer for you, and I mean, once in a lifetime" Victor smiled to himself, making sure the girl wasn't heading up the stairs yet he stalked forward nimble as a cat, his feet making almost no sound on the old wooden floors as his eyes glowed blood red, predatory intent filling the room. 

The drug dealer felt a chill down his spine as he instinctively stood up and backed away until his back was to a wall, as his hands felt a window behind him. His breathing was heavy and panicked like a fawn trying to scurry away from a hungry wolf. Victor took his time as he approached, a hand gliding down without hesitation to his golden dagger, a motion he had carried out hundreds of times in the past.

"well, you see as a member of the homeowners association I see that you have not kept this place up to the new standards and thus are being evicted, we already have a new resident so you have ten seconds to leave" Victor started to count down with each second the blade getting closer to the dealers throat.

"I thought you said you were making me an offer?" he said in a panic as he tried to distract the bloodlust of the assassin who just smiled back at him, his eyes full of sadistic intentions "but I did, I am letting you live like all the other incompetent scum I have had the displeasure of dealing with today, you are at three, two..." closing his eyes the hobo yelled

"OK OK, I will leave!" he raised his hands to try and block any attempt at an attack causing the assassin to chuckle. 

"Good choice, now since you only have two seconds to get out of here let me help you out with that" he said as his knee rose from a standing jump, colliding with the squatters chin and sending him flying through the window, his hand reaching into the trench coat to grab a sample of what he assumed was the new craze on the streets as Glass shattered onto the floor, followed by a crunch outside. waiting a few seconds Victor heard the scurrying of injured footprints, knowing he hadn't killed the guy he breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing over to the stairs Victor shouted down "I slipped and broke a window, do not worry, I will fix it in a bit"  

Knowing he did not have a lot of time before the witch would decide to head up and check the room Victor quickly started to extract the objects in the room, breaking the broken furniture and mattress down, until he was left with a blank slate of a room. kneeling down and focusing on his surroundings the ideas in his head started to take shape as the wallpaper stained and torn became the same shade as Marisa's hair and the centre of the room became filled with a large heart-shaped double bed. finishing it off with a rose Victor grinned to himself as his plan to seduce the witch seemed to be going off without a hitch, until his communicator started to beep.

Furious that he was being interrupted he angrily grabbed the device, it was a message from Dave, asking him to come and explain what had happened to the bandit that was currently in a near comatose state in their holding cell. As tempted as he was to just say screw the guards he knew that in the early stages of rebuilding he would have to play along with them. 

Marisa had made her way upstairs but before she could say anything about the new decor of the room the assassin rushed over to her kneeling down to eye level with her "I thought that you could use a place to rest after all the hard work you are doing miss, and to answer your question from earlier yes I do belive in the things that go bump in the night, I am usually the one who makes them go bump in the night, unfortunetly I really do need to run for now, but if you want to know more about what I like to do with, gifted women like yourself then give me a call and perhaps we can test out the bed and floor boards, make sure they are... strong enough" he said has he handed her the rose and rushed off to see what the stupid guards wanted.