Post by jasonandsleep on Sept 3, 2019 17:05:30 GMT -5
"LONG HAVE I WAITED FOR THE ONE WHO IS WORTHY, MY SPEAR HUNGERS FOR BLOOD!" The voice said. echoing through Mike's brain.
And Mike liked the sound of it. When she felt the tug toward the Cairn on the top of the hill she didn't resist. It's funny when she took this job it had been just so she could pick up a little coin and distract Cheeks from the gloomy thoughts that seemed to live inside her skull. But during the ten days in this cursed land of wandering monsters and murderous mansions Mike had really enjoyed herself.
Okay...okay, the part where she had set the kid on fire had been bad, but she couldn't have known that it was in there! What kind of buttjester sells their only kid for party cookies! Gods below, she should have killed those parents, that kid was better off on his own! But fate has cursed her with a party full of clerics and paladins. More's the pity.
It's funny back in her old job she had helped more than one "holy man" break their vows with there god. But these lot seemed to be the real deal. Actual selfless heroes looking to make the world a better place. Mike couldn't help but admire them even as she thought their goals naive.
Mike was a woman of business, and while she was more than willing to risk her life to help others. She asked that in return for her good work that her ledger balanced out in her favor rather than her deficit. Was that so wrong?
Rideyr would probably say yes, but while Mike and Rideyr often fought battles shoulder to shoulder, they never met eye to eye. That was why the whole business with the Sunsword had very nearly come to blows. Mike was willing to give up the sword (it was clearly a sword best suited for a Paladin), but a childhood on the streets and an adolescence in the sheets had taught her to never give up something for nothing. That kind of selflessness just wasn't in her.
Though, she really did feel bad about the whole hag thing, especially since Mike would've probably been the hags number one target if she slept instead of tranced. But hey, she had helped kill them, not as much as Stein, or Zola or Ridyr himself, but she had helped.
She wished Cheeks was here, her cat always understood her. But Cheeks was off being sad in Krezk. Mourning the loss of her dead wife in a dead town. She wished she knew a way to cheer her up or at least distract her for a while. But whenever they weren't in battle, Mike could see that the same bad memories were flooding back in. Cheeks had said she would catch up and Mike believed her, if anyone could navigate the roads of Barovia by herself it was Cheeks.
"RETRIEVE IT AND RULE THESE MOUNTAINS IN MY STEAD!"
"Sure why not," Mike thought ruefully "I'll rule some mountains and maybe later I'll proclaim myself Princess of the Valleys, just give me your twice damned spear already! When I stabbed those hags earlier they reacted like I'd poked them with a salad fork!"
"JUST LIKE THE MIGHTY WARRIORS FROM THE EARLY DAYS OF THE WHISPERING WALL."
"I don't know...i mean, okay sure why not. Mike runs up to the cairn, and it was when she was within sixty feet of it, that it finally occurred to her that this might be a trap, she stopped in her tracks. "Gods I wish Cheeks were here."
"Um, Idiot, I've been standing behind you for like three minutes."
Mike spun around, relieved and delighted. "Kitty! when did you get here."
"Three minutes ago.. as I said, I said hi but you had this look on your face like you were trying to pass gas out of your ears and then you bolted up the hill like an idiot...care to explain.
"Oh," cheeks replies. "That's probably a trap."
"and that's why I'm glad my favorite feline is here, you want to use reach around with your magic hand and grab a dead man's spear?"
and for the first time, in a long time, Cheeks gave Mike the ghost of a smile.