User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Girtablilu JeielYozama

Prompt:  Let's say you're a mercenary on the run from the Sand Kingdom. Apparently, you stole a handful of jewels from a Pharaoh's tomb, causing quite a lot of Mamonos to give chase. One of these was a Girtablilu assassin, whom you've been fending off left and right and hiding from at every turn.

Weeks have passed, and you notice the Girtablilu utterably exhausted after you've dragged her on almost all corners of the realm. At once, you feel guilt pull in, since the thought of this Mamono's dedication to catch you, hit you hard.

Response:

I look at my exhausted pursuer, trying to decide whether I should just keep going, or try to talk. In the end I decide to take advantage of the situation and talk to her. I start by asking why I'm getting chased cross the continent for a handful of gems. She gives me a glare, that then softens as she lets out another long breath.

"A matter of principle, we couldn't let people think they can take from the pharoh without consequence." I nod, mulling that over for a minute. I then ask why she's the only one still chasing me.

"The pharoh only believed one would be needed beyond the border. We didn't expect you to be this... Cunning." I smiled at the compliment, then offered her a drink. She looked cautiously between me and the proffered canteen, but ultimately took it. Being a mercenary taking on a master theifs job, it pays to know how to stay on the move. I ask what happens now as she takes the first sip, tasting for poison.

"I can't return without the jewels, or you and the jewels. So once I've recovered, we continue this chase." I sigh, is there really no way to get her to give up?

"No." She states flatly. After a moment of thought she looks back at me, handing the canteen back. "Actually, there is one way..." I looked at her suspiciously, asking what that would be.

"You come back with me, willingly. I'll tell the pharoh you already fenced the jewels, and you'll be given to me for punishment. I'll take you as my husband, then we disappear. We vanish, fence the jewels and live off of the money for the rest of our lives." I raise an eyebrow at that, thinking for a moment. I sigh, and give what I hope is a winning smile. I accept, and ask how we're getting back.

"I need a minute or two more to rest, then we'll go straight to the pyramid." And so, we rest up for several minutes, then go back to the pyramid. I'm brought before the pharoh, and the girtablilu gives the agreed upon account of what happened, downplaying some of my more unconventional escapes. She gives me to the girtablilu as punishment, and we disappear in the night a week later.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">We travel for another week, across the ocean to another continent. We sell the gems and spend a long, happy life living in comfort as a merchant, selling various things that come through. Old friends occasionally come to visit, and sell me things that don't necessarily belong to them. My nights are filled with love and passion. Now if I could just get her to stop stinging me so much...