89 Vol 2. pt. 26 Patch 5.0: Downtime, Plots, and Upgrades (2/2)
He drops to the ground. ”Please! Please – please, please don't kill me! I – I haven't got a new rebirth counter yet! I've been playing this for a couple of months, so please, don't kill me!” he begs, crawling towards her now on his hands and knees with tears in his eyes.
”Stop your whining, you sound pathetic. I didn't hear either of your victims here whining and crying while you were torturing them, so to act like this in front of them – you are seriously pathetic,” she scolds him before stomping down on the back of his lowered head with her heel.
Fenrir originally pegged her as a tsundere when he first saw her getting on Blackstache's case, but now he's pretty confident that she's just a dominatrix. With the high boots and heels that she's wearing, the black leather corset, her almost unnaturally black hair, and a permanent case of resting bitch face – he looks over at Bonekraka.
They nod at each other.
She's definitely a dominatrix.
With a sigh, she continues talking. ”I am not going to kill you. You will be answering to Blackstache and your leader. They might kill you, but I will not. Now, stand up,” she orders, taking her heel off of his head.
The man immediately jumps up and keeps his hands to his sides.
”Bind,” she speaks. Blue lightning shoots from her body and forms cuffs around his wrists and ankles, but the ones around his ankles allow him enough space between them to walk. ”Try running or attacking and the binds will tighten. They'll kill you if they tighten too much, so I suggest you behave.”
”Wh-what if I accidentally tighten them?” her prisoner asks.
”Then they will give you a pleasant shock that reminds you to behave.”
He gulps and nods.
Fenrir and Bonekraka stand up. ”I have to admit,” Fenrir says, ”part of me thought I'd get ignored. I don't think I'm on Blackstache's good side.”
”You weren't,” she says.
Weren't? Then—
”Now, come with me,” she says to the prisoner, grabbing him by his collar, pulling him down so that he is forced to slouch over, and leads him out of the alley.
She pauses right before turning out of it. ”Good luck in the tournament, dog,” she shouts and waves over to Fenrir, leaving him alone in the alley with Bonekraka.
”Well. That happened,” Fenrir says, brushing himself off. Bonekraka does the same.
”Look,” Bonekraka says. He points at the four bodies around them.
They look at each other again and nod.
It has been less than an hour since Fenrir and Bonekraka left The Shoebill. Now, they return to it each holding large, wooden crates that they drop down onto the deck.
”Fen! What happened?” Cassiel asks, ignoring the crates' contents and raising her hands up to his ears.
”I decided to match with Rock. What do you think? Oh, and can you heal Bone?” Fenrir answers, pointing to Bonekraka's thighs which each have large, bleeding gashes in the back of them.
Cassiel looks at the pier and sees a trail of blood leading all the way back to the streets. ”Y-yeah,” she answers, crouching down behind Bonekraka to heal his wounds.
”Are you okay?” Serra asks in the most worried tone that Fenrir has ever heard from her. It makes him want to hug her and comfort her despite her likely feeling like he's the one who needs that.
”Better than ever. Where's Rock?” Fenrir asks.
Rock comes running from below deck when she hears her name. Fenrir feels a bit insulted that she didn't come running up on her own as soon as she heard his voice, but this is good enough. ”There you are!” Fenrir says, leaning over to pick up Rock and hold her up to his head. ”What do you think? I got jealous of your new style, so I had to copy you.”
Rock happily barks and crazily licks at his face.
Serra looks into the crates that the two men brought with them.
Each one is full of various pieces of armor, clothes, and weapons as well as various smaller items such as necklaces, rings, item pouches, and potions.
”Don't you love full loot games?” Fenrir asks out loud between licks from Rock.
”Da,” Bonekraka answers.