Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20181216210457/@comment-30014014-20181217182101

"Geez, this is stupid..."

Henry had made sure to pick up a full body suit, depicted in the effigy of the jackal. Meaning no dicernible way to identify him.

"Why did I go for a rigged bet anyway? Hopefully this should be quick". He turns quickly, sure none was present, and resumes his walking.

Reaching the objective area, Henry looks around and sees three statues depicting the same jackal, color and all. He went around here before, given  time to 'grovel' over the impending night. Instead, he went to get a look-alike, camouflage purposes.

"Hm, you guys sound like you could use some company" he declares to himself as he walks over the empty pedestrial where a fourth jackal statue should be. Only...

"What an adorable costume. I do hope the man within is cuter~ spouts a voice from semeingly everywhere, sending a panic through Henry.

"No, no, no, only an hour has passed! Come on!" he spouts, looking up once more.

A lively anubis dressed in an elegant egyptian wear wanders in the room, her ears twitching. A large staff is at her side, gilded and featuring a scarab holding a crimson jewel in its mandibles. Curiosity prompts her to poke her chin with a furry finger "Ohh? I was sure a visitor had wandered around. What a shame, I was looking forward to presenting him to our ruling pharaoh..."

Her voice swims from a fallacy to sincerity as her sentence reaches the last words, looking around, seemingly unaware of Henry's ruse as he mimicks the other statues.

"What a shame indeed. I would have loved to give company to someone looking like he was cast in a unfavorable situation" she continues to walk around, glancing at the statues. Her eye gives no trick: she knows he's here.

And judging by the stretching grin she gives at Henry's furry pose, she knew which didn't belong. The anubis turns around "Oh well, I had nourishment to share with a visitor. Maybe he just left..." Her voice is as loud and deliberate as possible. She turns back to the door where she walked from, taking two steps--

-Crack-

The noise of crushed pottery fills the almost empty room, prompting her to swiftly spin, an accusotary finger bound to Henry via an arcane leap "Ha-ah!"

"..." Henry remains quiet, unsure of how to tackle this grievous situation. A paw stretches to his side, lifting hm by said side.

"Now..." the anubis proceeds to lift her staff, enabling a ring of gold to filter Henry. The dust is banished the every speck of his fursuit. The man is shocked, to say the least, further played on this string of emotion by the sight of a basket of pastry. Her voice rings as she gestures her staff to the nearest fallen pillar "...how about a little talk?"

---

Henry was somehow driven out of the suit, magic, most likely, and sat by a living avatar of the jackal god by his side with a basket of snacks to entertain the two of them. The ring passing through him was already enough to suspend his disbelief.

"So..." she starts between two bites of a sweet roll "I see that you stood here, by yourself. I don't recall humans visiting ancient ruins by themselves, much less in a crafted cocoction of synthetic fur and fiber".

"Well, if you heard me talking to myself, I've been funneled in a botched bet. One involving a coin toss of all things". He sighs in embarrassement "Apparently, it doesn't matter if said coin is rigged, 'you gotta do what the group tells you' "

"Really?" The anubis's hands come to take his in hers "Ohh, don't you worry about this, handsome. I shall give word to my mistress".

"Really?" His eyebrow rises "What for?"

"Ohh, I wish to accompany you and seek out those who sent you here, alone".

"Really?! Well..."

---

The morning clock dials in witht he rise of the sun. Three men await outside the crypt's entrance, snickering and laughing as they raise bets about Henry "So, we have ten from each of us estimating the time poor ol' Henry is going to run yelling out as he always does, is that correct?"

"Yea!" nods one of the boys.

"Totally!" the other one agrees "Although I'm pretty sure he just ran out midway through the night".

"Nah, no way he'd do it.In a fursuit? Total humiliation, assuming he'd somehow sneak past us" re-assures the ring leader "Now, zip it! I hear footsteps".

Indeed he does, the familiar clapping of feet on the stone floor prompts them to await whatever was coming out.

"Are those the people who foiled you? They do sound unsavory" The anubis turns to the walking Henry, devoid of his suit.

"What the hell?" yells out the ring leader.

"What am I seeing?" yells the second guy.

"Where's your fursuit?" asks the third guy.

"Silence!" The anubis coarses her voice, sending shivers down their spines as she slams her staff down "You have not been given permission to speak!"

"The hell am I letting some bimbo speak to me like that!" The ring leader runs his sleeves up...immediately slammed ont he bare floor by the emission of her encrusted jewel.

"You dare speak to a guardian of the venerable Azizi in such a way? I would have you punished on the spot were it not for the verification of this one's claims".

"Dude!" one of the guys falls to panic completely and turns to run. His shadow binds him in place, as does the other. Seeing an opportunity present itself, Henry rushes in and searches the fallen guy's pocket, pulling out a singular silver coin.

He presents it to the anubis, quick to be meticulously scouted. To no one's surprise, maybe except the trio, the coin was indeed rigged. Henry had placed his bet on tail, yet, it had only faces. Her frown burrows, slamming the tip of her staff once more "I've seen enough..."

A massive swirling rift encases all of them, silencing the two's muffled screams of despair.

---

Far from here, another pyramid, returned to its splendor in the midst of the desert. Men and monsters enjoy each other's company, the latter offering knowledge about the humans' inquiries.

A rift opens up to the ceiling of the main room, where a stream of familia figures are. Expedition teams tolling around, each coupled with a singular mummy, closely listening.

Three men fall from it, followed by the anubis and Henry gently gliding down over a light plateform, interrupting a man giving camera lessons to the indisputable ruler of this awaken land. His hands were assisting hers on a gauntlet she was wearning, attempting to direct a spy drone "So, now that we've got the basic down, we'll now talk about the bird's view, a type of film encasing a piece of land of a large group--

"Hmm?" Her eyes turn to the black attire man, his sudden silence cutting her focus short "Pablo? Dear, is there something--ohh?"

Her eyes look forward to the impromptu group interjected to her throne, then one of her guards "Oh my~Saby, dear, what an unfortunate time for you to come in. But I don't jest, seeing as you've brought a handsome young man by your side".

A fluff of particles emanates from her phasing body, blinking in front of the two "My oh my, I knew it was only a matter of time before your sister would no longer be alone in a couple with someone so handsome. Quite the competition of handsome men around, though I must say, mine's the handsome~est? Not sure that word exists".

"Huh?" Henry's blush appears on his cheeks, the designated Sabrina doing the same, turned away.

"Well, I didn't want to lose the opportunity to reach the same height as my twin, actually".

"I'm glad, really. And you". Her fingers gently peer at Henry's cheeks, turning him to her deep violet irises "You better get used to my little compliments. I am not known as one keeping my thoughts to myself. My close photographer would tell you~

Her head re-directs to Pablo's flustered visage, a wink sent to him.

"Now...assuming these three undesirable are dirtying my throne, I take it they've been found guilty".

"They have, my queen. The one daring to sit on your throne has went as far as to utter degatory terms on my person" Her hand clenches on the staff, ushering as much will to avoid smithing him in place as possible.

"Really?" Azizi's eyes begin to gleam, piercing the trio's very souls as they take steps to flee "Halt!"

They stop, unable to deny her order.

"Turn!" They turn, facing her.

"Walk!" They walk, all the way to her, the room filtering the light out, the spot light literally washed on the three.

"Stop!" They stop, mere centimeters from her. The weigh of her judgment pressing down on their mere mortal shoulders. A malevolent grin paints on her face "You three!"

Their lips move in unisson, their will ripped from their bodies, wilt to her own "Yes ma'am!" Their bodies trembling subtly, awaiting whatever sentence she will impart with dread.

"Strip!"

---

A hall is filled to the brim with monsters and men. Many bear consumables to entertain themselves. Alas, their main entertain was in the shape of a new location to visit and renew. Legions of Khepri and mummies work on the walls as the cohort turn to three statues. Well, man-made statues. The three lads, striped to their undergarments. A thin undergarment. Their faces, exacerbated by a 'mask' looking more like paints of the most shameful individuals of the monsters' past.

The ladies laugh with heart at the display of the three standing over a lifted pedestral, a board they are forced to carry, written 'I am a cheater' in egyptian letters. Their bodies, exposed by all, yet unwanted by everyone, as all present were already htched with another individual. Most of the time, they were here as well.

Away from this humiliation, Azizi was moving her hands close together "Come on, come on! Really get together!" Her eyes face Henry and Sabrina, squirming at the thought of having their picture taken. The non-issue was, the pharaoh wanted a couple's pic, knowing well how compatible they are. Hands in one another, his arm coiling on her hip, her head leaned on his shoulder, the same that was taken by every single member of the pyramid, order of her highness.

"Trust me" interjects Pablo, poised to take the best pic his experience can muster "She's not going to let you two off until we get a good one".

"Alright, alright, hold on..." Henry takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Saby does the same, joining each other for a heartfelt position. Their crimson faces pries no mercy from the cameraman with their pic forever immortalized, another to add to her majesty's collection...