Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-2806:105E:4:6D32:490D:8945:69B4:CEB8-20190302064149/@comment-29661846-20190303235604

So I've decided to do something a little new and post my current work. I'm curious as to what every thinks and if it's going good so far. It'll still be a little short as a whole, but I just want to hear people's thoughts on it:

Cheers rang from around me, stirring me out of my stupor. A rowdy bar is probably the worst place to fall asleep in. Even if I’m the boss of this little town my bandit gang claimed as their own, there are still plenty of unsavory types that wouldn’t hesitate to take from me, even if it costed them a few fingers. And so many of them were around right now. Some were playing cards with Danukis, some were drinking with Satyros’ and Red Onis, and others getting a hit off that weird shit the local Myconids were selling (for a fee of course).

Yes, this is a rather…unsavory town for some unsavory folk, but it’s sure better than the shanty, poverty stricken hellhole my men and I found it was. We rose it from the dead by specializing in the underground trade. Mamonos seeking asylum from the Order from the East, tight ass Order officials looking to get their kicks from unscrupulous substances from the West, you name it and we could give it to you for a price. So as you can imagine, we deal with some rather dangerous folk and handle some dangerous things, but it’s not like we don’t have exceptions.

The ceiling broke from above me as to figures crashed beside me in my peripheral vision.

“Uh, honey! A little help?” The angelic voice on top asked.

Without looking, I pulled out my revolver, loaded with silver, and fired.

It was like nothing had happened. As the dust was carried by the wind from outside, none of the patrons took notice. Well, except for one. The man across from me stared at the scene, his mouth agape. Poor bastard’s cigar was deep in his drink. That’ll cost him a pretty penny.

“Did, did just-”

“Vampire. An exception to our rule. I’m sure as an Order man you know well that some mamono are more dangerous than others.”

While I stifled a laugh, I couldn’t help but grin as the man shrunk in his seat, “H-hey! I told you, I’m not with the Order anymore! I want out! I thought you were providing me passage to the west!” He harshly whispered.

“I am.” I replied plainly.

He stood back up in his seat, suddenly gaining some form of gusto. “Well where is it? I’ve been in this madhouse of a town for two weeks, and I come here in here to talk to you about it and what do I find? You all but passed out in your chair and putting a bullet in a Vampire’s brains! How the hell can you call yourself leader of the Sapphire Skeleton Gang with this kind of attitude, huh?!”

I shrug, “Taking it easy helps. Trust me, you get too serious all the time and it’ll drive you mad. There’s a time to get a serious, and there’s a time to-”

The man pounded his fist on the table, “Well the time to be serious is now! I’ve been paying gold out the ass for two weeks to live in a shithole of a room! So how about this? I give you thirty copper for that room, you give me a new route in the next week, or I’ll head back to the Order and-”

Kyrie pointed her rapier at the man, cocking the pistol poking just above the hilt for good measure. That’s how you know she’s serious, and she’s only serious when it comes to two things: killing vampires or other such undesirables, or when someone is disrespecting her man. And as a Dhampir, she’s probably one of the last mamono you want to piss off.

And yet despite that, her voice was as calm and angelic as ever, “Thomas, sweetheart, is that man bothering you?”

By now most of the jovialness had stopped, and all eyes were on their leader and the new blood that came rolling in two weeks ago on a rather dashing horse (that was stolen by nightfall of course). I raised my hand slowly, touching the tip of her rapier.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Not at all, Kyrie.” I say, rubbing the tip of her blade gently.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyrie licked her lips, “Really. Well, my ears must still be ringing from the bullet you fired near my face cause I could’ve sworn this man trying to fuck you over with some deal he was scheming up.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well he was trying to lower the rent of the room I so generously offered him.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The suite?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“The very same.”

<p class="MsoNormal">By now the ex-Order member was beginning to pale, but before he could utter a word, Kyrie lowered the rapier from his heart to his family jewels. Now the poor fool looked like he was about to cry.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Listen here, newbie. The only one who gets to fuck Thomas is me. And don’t worry, I fuck him hard and fast. So, would mind telling me why you want to fuck him over like that?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The knight in shining armor stuttered, “Y-you call that room a suite? A-a squire gets a better room. Don’t you guys make a lot of g-gold with your trades? I s-shouldn’t be expected to-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, money’s the problem?” I asked with a grin.

<p class="MsoNormal">The man nodded, not taking his eyes off Kyrie.

<p class="MsoNormal">I chuckled and clapped my hands together, “Oh well why didn’t you say so sooner? If you can’t pay with your coin purse, you can always pay with your coin purse!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The man tilted his head, before he could reply, a clawed hand clasped his shoulder. Slowly tilting his head up, the man’s eyes widened at both the sight of what had grabbed him, and putting two and two together.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Arachne behind him, hanging from whole in the ceiling, grinned at him from ear to ear before looking at me. “How long do I have him for?” She asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I can probably find him a route in a week’s time.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Arachne sunk her claws deep into the man shoulder. He winced as she drew blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now, now, I need him in one piece. But you’re free to show him all the fun things he missed out from his time in the Order.” I grinned.

<p class="MsoNormal">Without another word, the man and her were flung up to the ceiling and disappeared from the rim of the hole.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey, be sure to start with the missionary position, it’s the only one those tight asses know!” A patron shouted before the bar erupted with laughter. And just like that, all was well once more.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt Kyrie gripped my shoulders, now turning to face her completely, I could see another reason why the man was so afraid of her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You know for a creature that turns to dust when it dies, they sure do leave a mess.” I say, looking at the gore soaked Kyrie.

<p class="MsoNormal">She smirked back, “Well maybe if I wasn’t so close to the splash zone that wouldn’t have happened. Oh well, guess I need someone to wash me off.”

<p class="MsoNormal">A drunk at a nearby table reached out a grabbed her rear, “I’ll do it for you, honey,” he managed to slur.

<p class="MsoNormal">In a fluid motion he was met with a back hand that sent him flying off his seat and into the arms of a waiting Red Oni.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fifty points.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyrie adjusted her glove, “I think that’s enough for a good oral session, don’t you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I chuckled, “You know I do that for free.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Aw, you’re such a gentleman. Now, would you kindly escort me back home, love?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I nodded, flipping a few gold coins on the table before walking out. We didn’t even leave the tub that night.