(ooc: sorry it took so long!)
“He’s burning up….” Blue said, putting a hand on Tobias’ forehead, “Olm could you look him over?”
Olm nodded and gave Tobias a quick check up.
“He is burning with fever and some of these wounds are infected.” Old said after a few minutes, “I can help him…but all the stuff I need is back in my hut.”
“We’ll have to send someone to get it then…” Spider said, “and the best one to do that is…”
“I am not helping him.” Dementa said coldly, her arms folded across her chest, eyes burning with fury, “Why the sudden compassion toward him anyway Spider? He tried to kill you.”
“He was going by info that was false Dementa. He was lied to about who killed his father and most likely they were using him to get me. Perhaps the other Orkhids didn’t trust him to begin with and thought the best way to get rid of him was to give him false info about his fathers death so he would want to try to avenge him by killing me. So in that event…he is as much of a victim as me.”
“Besides…” Olm added, “Spider’s bandages need to be changed out…and we don’t have any with us currently. You would need to go there anyway Dementa.”
“Alright!” Dementa snorted, “Tell me what you need and I’ll go get it….”
A few minutes later, Dementa found herself out in the rain again, heading toward the secret tunnel to Olm. She was a tad agitated, both at Spider for his unexpected compassion toward an enemy and the fact that she had to out got in the wet again…away from Hunter. She still wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation between them(her and Hunter); it was so sudden. She had accepted long ago that she would never find someone naturally immune to the curse on her, but now that she found someone and it was taking a while for her to accept it. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the task at hand.
It took her a little bit to relocate the tunnel entrance, as the rain had washed away the physical and scent trails to it, but she eventually did. As she trotted down the tunnel she froze; there was a slig guarding the room at the end.
Damn they are not taking any chances are they? she thought as she carefully made her way toward the slig, keeping to the shadows. Once she had gotten as close as the shadows allowed, roughly five feet away from where the slig stood (and looking pretty board too), she stopped and thought a moment. Then picking up a small rock, she tossed it against the wall behind the slig. Predictably the slig turned around to see what made the sound and Dementa rushed it, landing a nerve strike on it’s neck, knocking it out.
He’ll be out for about an hour. Dementa thought with satisfaction, Plenty of time for me to do what I need to do.
She immediately started looking through the crates, looking for what Olm needed. In no time she found the items she needed and stuffed them carefully in a plastic bag to keep them dry. Then she headed back out without a second thought.
*****
The slig woke up about an hour after Dementa left. He rubbed his head and sat up, then jumped up to see that the room he was guarding was robbed.
“Oh frack…I am going to get it now…” he muttered.
“Bad night for you eh?” a cool, calm voice said.
The slig whirled around in the direction of the voice, but saw nothing but darkness in the tunnel beyond.
“Are you the one that knocked me out?” the slig demanded, looking for where his weapon had fallen when he was knocked out.
“No.” the voice replied, “I just happened to find you like this, when I entered the cave to use as shelter from the storm.”
“Well…” the slig found his weapon and he aimed it in the direction of the tunnel, “This is a restricted area. I suggest you leave before I am forced ta arrest ya.” He struggled too see what it was that was speaking to him in the darkness, but his slig eyes weren’t made for nightvision.
“Hmm…interesting…” the voice said, sounding thoughtful, “A place that is in a rather secluded area, fill of medical supplies, a restricted area…”
“How did you know there were medical supplies here?” the slig said hotly.
“I can smell it from here.” The voice said ‘matter-of-factly’, “My kind’s sense of smell is as good as your own…if not better.”
“Oh yeah?” the slig said with a sniff, “How come I don’ smell anythin’ other then blood comin’ from you?”
“I ate recently. That’s why.” The voice explained, “So why is this place restricted?”
“Humph…” the slig snorted, “Don’ you know?”
“I am new to this area.”
“This place is connected to a medical hut that is owned by the towns former healer.”
“What happened to him? Was it murder?”
The slig didn’t know why he felt so comfortable talking to this ‘voice’, he just did. He even lowered his weapon.
“I don’ know all the details, but he had a bunch of Vykker type stuff that he was usin’ ta heal the residents in his care secretly from what I heard.”
”Interesting…”
“Yeah…apparently he was involved with the murder of another resident, ‘long with a crossbreed that the Vykks want back pretty badly.”
“Crossbreed? I think I have heard of those…a mix of different creatures am I correct?” the voice inquired.
“Yeah, this one is pretty well known.” The slig explained, lighting a cigarette, “Spider is his name. Bumped off the Vykkers that had him in their care durin’ his escape a few years back and eluded bounty hunters ever since. He is runnin’ ‘round here somewhere, he is one of the ones we were…er…’hired’ to find and capture. Got ‘em a couple of times but he escaped.”
“Hired? Who hired you?” the voice said with sudden interest, but the slig didn’t really notice.
“The Mayor of this town.”
“Do you think he would be interested in an additional ‘helper’? I am sure my abilities would be of use to him…”
“Ya would have ta ask him. He lives in the big building on the north side of town.”
“Then I shall…thank you for the info.”
“Needed someone ta talk to anyway…this post is boring…”
But there wasn’t any further response from the voice…it was gone….
(ooc: *whistles and walks away innocently*)
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