41 Chapter 41 (1/2)
Chapter 41
”It's them.” James had instantly enlarged the screen that was flashing, and after pulling up the players' information, he knew without a doubt, it was Dwight and his friends.
”It's who?” Rue glanced from James to the group, and he realized he hadn't mentioned why he wanted to set up a mimic in that specific location. It seemed while the strange voice had known, his pixie did not.
”Ah. Some bullies from school.” James glanced sheepishly at Rue, before he turned his attention back to the group. The bullies were all FPS and sports game gamers, they weren't used to MMOs. That was evident immediately in their team composition. Four of the five players were orc warriors, with three armed heavily with massive swords, and the forth sporting a shield. Likely that fourth was their designated tank, the one that Dwight had been yelling at during school.
They had literally gone with the largest, most brutish class and character type they could find. Their fifth, wasn't much better. While most teams tried for the tried and true method of a tank, healer, and three dps, it seemed Dwight's team had gone for 4 melee DPS/Tank hybrids, and a, James couldn't believe his eyes, an orc bard? James had a slight suspicion whoever of that group of muscle bound bullies had chosen bard, had thought it was barbarian.
”So, you set up this mimic just to get revenge on them?” James could see from the corner of his eye Rue was watching him carefully. Was she going to scold him? He knew it was petty, but he finally had the power to get back at them, he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.
”I know Rue, I should be better than-” He stopped as Rue rose her hand, a devilish grin crossing the pixie's face.
”Oh no. I'm totally okay with this.” She hovered over to his orb and leaned on top of him, watching the group. ”I would have been disappointed in you if you didn't use the powers you have for instances like this as well.” She traced a finger lightly along his tentacles. ”It's nice to know you've got a,” she paused as her finger lightly traveled back up. ”a bad side.”
For a moment, James had no idea what to do. His mind was literally blank. She had just broken his teenage loner mind. Movement on the screen brought him back to his senses, as the character that James was certain was Dwight, given his username was D-Man, moved closer to the chest.
”You sure about this D?” The bard, username Rick-Roll'd, was glancing at the chest, and the leader. Judging by the name that had to be Rick. James was certain that the senior had grabbed Bard thinking it was a barbarian. Oh this was going to be good.
”Hey man, the chest is here, just like Specs said.” Dwight motioned towards the chest, and the others all nodded. ”He said it had a gold coin in it. We can get that coin, and rule the freaking town. No more need coming into this dungeon and fighting these stupid mobs.”
”I was actually starting to enjoy-” The tank stopped talking as Dwight shot him a glare.
”We each still have our building tokens. If we combine them, we can create a massive building. Then, with the gold coin, we can hire a few adventurers to go into the dungeon for us, and bring back a bunch of materials. Meanwhile, we set up a fight club, and a brothel. Bam, easy money.” Dwight's eyes were glowing with excitement.
”Oh, he is such a tool.” Rue looked down at James, and offered him a sad smile. ”You really have to deal with this guy daily?”