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Musings and Story Tale:
On a side note, where I am, it's FRICKING SNOWING right now.
It's so pretty right now, the falling snow.
I like snow. It covers up the fresh wounds of the past and makes everything clean.
Anyways. Back to the story.
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Patience's Little Mishap
Chapter Nine: More Negotiating
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The irate Malice, stammering Jack and the gauche Poosh made their way towards the main office to retrieve the princess Patience from what evil means that Pooma the Very Scary Captain of the Guards might come across.
Jack and Malice, despite their strange behaviors, were still princes. They knew a princess like innocent Patience should NOT be in the damsel position.
They clattered the door open, to find Patience snuggled up in a velveteen couch, snoozing peacefully, while Pooma was doing the least thing the princes thought he do: reading a thick-covered mystery novel.
The Captain noticed the unusual presence and placed his book down with a smack. "You guys again. Here to bring lil' Patience back, eh?"
Malice stomped forward, pushing his face inches away to Pooma's long nose. His anger was a dark, ferocious aura that everyone felt in the room (well, everyone except the sleeping Patience.)
"What did you do to her, you minion!" Malice shouted into his face. Pooma, in the meantime, wiped away the small bits of spit that Malice let out from his mouth.
"Shut the FUCK up and I'll tell ya what I did, you lil worm," he said curtly.
Malice backed off, his anger quickly burning out like a candle.
Jack finally got his guts to speak up, when he saw Malice's incoherent look. "U-Uhh...you didn't drug the princess, did you?"
Pooma grinned evilly. "Why would I? She ain't worth shit. Now--why don't y'all cuddle up close and I'll tell ya why you're needed here.
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About an hour later, Malice regained his composure to yell at the Captain again.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! We can't just go out in Nowhere just to find this witch of yours!
Pooma felt calm about talking to this spazzing bug. His grin could've made Skittles. BLACK Skittles.
"Hell yes I'm crazy! You guys look a'right I guess! Maybe not the steed, for this matter," as he said this, Poosh backed even more smaller into his corner, "but we definitely need a rescue team and YOU GUYS LOOK GOOD."
Now lets get you readers up to speed, since we too are only looking at one side of the negotiation here. Poosh is asking Patience, Jack and Malice (oh, wait, Poosh too) to go and rescue the renowned witch Leena, who was whisked away somewhere by Sol the Really Badass Villian. Since no one had tried to live in the town of Vacillaite for so long, the arrival of the ragtag team was godly timed.
Patience still slept soundly, humming peacefully of sleep. Pooma had explained that she was tired from traveling for so long that sleeping on the couch was the best received luxury she had received in such a long time. She had also agreed to helping him rescue Leena.
Unfortunately, Malice and Jack didn't see it that way.
"W-We don't even know where to start! Or begin! We might get killed! Ahh! KILLED!" Jack was talking nonsense to himself, while Malice fumed, arms crossed stubbornly and not willing to move anytime soon.
Oh, and Poosh was still in his corner, abandoned from the whole conversation.
Pooma, listening quite calmly to both Malice's rising anger and Jack's constant whining, now finally yelled loud enough to make the marble walls shudder with fear.
"LISTEN UP, BOTH OF YOU, YOUR LIL' PRINCESS AGREED TO IT, AND IF YA WANNA HELP HER , YA BETTER PROTECT HER AS WELL! WHAT ARE Y'ALL, A BUNCHA FUCKING SISSYS?!"
Malice growled under his breath. He didn't take lightly with insults. Especially if it was towards him.
"I am NOT a sissy," he replied. Jack nodded also for his defence.
Pooma grinned wildly, jabbing a finger hard on Jack's button nose. "You damn well look like one."
Jack stuttered, trying hard to come up with a brave comeback--but, lets face it, he was shaking pretty badly just from looking at Pooma.
The captain then turned towards Malice, jabbing a fat finger into Malice's shoulder. "And YOU definitely look like you need a tune-up!"
Malice shoved Pooma's finger off, frowning. "Do I now? Do I CARE about what you think?"
Somewhere outside the building, a bird flew from a dead tree's branch, after noticing the shock waves that came from the office.
Malice stood up, shaky from Pooma's lion-roaring rant. Can a man really have lungs so powerful?
Pooma, heaving from that hearty yell, then walked over to the now, awakened Patience (who managed to sleep through everything, until that roar just now)
"Oi, Princess. Your buddies agree to it," he grinned down towards the innocent tangerine-head.
Patience, rubbing her eyes from sleep, suddenly clasped her hands in happiness. She smiled cheerfully towards Jack and Malice.
"R-Really?! T-Thank you! Jack! Malice! thank you so much!"
The reactions for the two princes are, as follows:
Jack felt his legs turn into mountainous rocks, and he fainted from the steam arising in his face.
Malice, though too proud to faint from such things, instead covered his reddened pale face with his glove, too proud to show off his embarrassment from his gladdened liking of Patience's delight.
Pooma, leaving the three to handle their feelings to themselves, lumbered over to the only window in the office and watched the Day slowly ink away into Night.
He'd have to let this ragtag team rest before they can actually pursue what this town was missing for so long. But oh, the day when he can retrieve Leena was now not too far off.
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more to come soon 8D
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