Beautiful artwork! Seriously!


Maxical is a typical kitty - not too bright but still knows how to get what she wants!

Well, actually, it looks likes Gils has something extra long and flexible which is crawling into the Kitty's butt, hence the big grin on her face.

Or maybe that's just my dirty imagination.

Could it be?

Our vulpine perv sounds a wee bit jealous, if you ask me!

Annnyyywaayyyy! The chapter itself is another one of those wonderful romps that we have come to know and love from Maxical. I have the feeling that Owyn is going to have to adjust the terms of their agreement or run the risk of loosing a lot of septims. I didn’t like Gils as a character, but of late he has started to grow on me (pun not intended. Please, no snide remarks about who is poking whom in that picture). I am still not sure what this agreement is that he and Agronak share, but I am confident that all will be revealed in due time.

These two sentences struck me as slightly off:

I think you should take advantage of the participle phrase here – Owyn shut his office door and unlocked a desk drawer. Grabbing out some parchments, he shoved them under my nose.

And here:

This reads as if the duties are those that Andronicus needs to perform (presumably from her cell), rather than Maxical. If your intent is for Maxical to get a list of duties from Andronicus then you need to change ‘her duties’ to ‘your duties’, or something to that effect.

With MaLX writing, Destri, you can bet your last Septim that "all" will be revealed in time.

I quite enjoyed this mALX!

The band of mages doing fire and lightning to music was very clever.

My goodness, Maxical's Imperial City surely is a litigatious place! So many legal forms and clauses.

The whole thing with Maxical's picture was very clever also.

Good fun would describe the last two parts, most enjoyable and as ever I'm looking forward to the next part


Really?

And I'm not going to comment on the many possible interpretations of the picture....

@ Hauty - The sad thing is, that is actually the best I can do. Except horses, I draw pretty good horses. My cat can only meow, but he gets his way and his point across very clearly when he wants something - and he is not the brightest. He has certain tail positions that mean different things, like straight up with a hook at the end means he wants to eat. I guess he feels like he is fishing and has hooked you if you follow him (as he runs straight to his bowl). He makes an S with his tail too. Thank you so much Hauty, and for all the cat tips - You ROCK!

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@ Foxy - ROFL! - I am going straight to your second comment and saying - Thank you so much Foxy!!! I appreciate that! (ignoring hose and butt plug comment, lol)

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@ Destri - I fixed those two places (hopefully). I appreciate your help so much!!! It has been a hectic week, so my editing was really faulty this week - and I will try and cut the ETN vernacular out of my story too, lol. I didn't know that one wasn't correct. Thank you Destri!!!! You ROCK!!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you Acadian! Well, legal issues are there in Morrowind with the Tribunal, but they kind of glazed over them in Oblivion. I kind of used a combo of horse track backside and boxing backside to determine how the Arena would be run in real life and ran with it. I just hope I am not getting too detailed and it be pulling down the story any worse than its continuation is already, ROFL !!!

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@ Olen - ROFL !!!! I don't blame you, the bar has been set pretty low on that one! Thank you so much!!!

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@ Everyone - I am finally beginning to be able to see an end in sight for the Arena questline!!! - Yeah !!!!




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Chapter 30: Enter Pilus


“Let me see what you’ve got there.” Andronicus reached out between the bars.

“Okay, swallow first. I wanted Gils to draw you a nice picture. Owyn said he’d give me a Septim if I could get Gils to do it, so I drew this and asked him to write something to you on it.”

“BWAAAHAAA! You showed this to Gils? Look where your hand is! I‘ll bet Gils noticed it, what did he do?”

“It’s my tail. He noticed in a flash. Said I needed to sell it to him for when he calls off the truce.”

“BWAAAHAAA! He’d have to be pretty hard up to look at your stick figure drawings for inspiration.” Anronicus’s laugh echoed loudly down the corridor and grumblings of ‘Shut up!‘ could be heard from the other cells.

“He is, Owyn chased that Nord girl Horski off, remember?” I pulled out Gils’ drawing.

“Okay Andronicus, are you ready to see how I earned my Septim this morning? Look at this, Gils drew it and we all signed it.” I slid it carefully between the bars of her cell.

“Oh, this is beautiful! Look, it even looks like all of you!” Andronicus broke down sobbing looking at the picture.

“Here, you can have my chewing gum if you want to stick that picture up on the wall over your bed.”

“I want to hang them both. Oh no, what is that? The courier? No wonder you saved it for last. I guess I better see the damages, hand it in.”

“Not bad news, I saved the best for last!” I stuck it in through the bars of the cell and she scanned it quickly. “We had to wait for the second printing they sold out the first before it could be delivered.”

“Maxical, do you know what this means? Hassiri has really come through for us, bless him! We owe him an exclusive for this, so if you do anything dumb, call him first to do the story. Let me teach you the signals you need to know, and don‘t adlib the words, you repeat what I say exactly. Watch my hands now.” Andronicus showed me all the signals to use with the reporters, and how to read their comments back for answers.

“Remember now, Hassiri will raise his pad when he walks up to you. That is saying what you tell him is on the record. If you want something off the record you reach over and lower his pad down.”

“I’ll remember. I will try and do the best job possible to handle your duties while you are in here, but it really shouldn’t be long. Jack Thompson was livid about all this. Andronicus…are you planning to go back to holding Agronak’s book when you get out of here?”

“If he crawls and begs…maybe not even then. He has pinched every Septim and nip-cheesed me for years, it‘s not like I‘d be losing that much income. I don‘t have any expenses right now, I may just take the time off and wait for you to make Champion. Would you give me a chance to hold your book?”

“You are the only one I would have, if I make it that far that is. What will Agronak do if you drop him?”

“He can be an independent or hire that sleazy lawyer of his to handle him. He was always accusing me of trying to gouge him when I was working well below what I should have been getting.”

“I know, in the hearing he said that he thought the ‘Free Agent’ clause meant you had to work for free.”

“BWAAAHAAA! Oh, that is a good one! Hey Maxical, Jack told me that you went up there and ripped a new hole in Agronak’s blue butt defending me. I know he is your friend, so it had to mean you believed in me to do that. I want to thank you for that.”

”I told the truth, and repeated every word you said.”





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I spent several hours with her before a handsome guard showed up to tell me visiting hours had been over long since, I shouldn’t have been left back there alone.

“Pilus?”

“By Dibella! Aren’t you that little wildcat from the compound? We were sure the Blademaster or Fathis Aren would have done away with you and sank your body in the Rumare by now! We had a betting pool on how long they would last before you drove them crazy!”

“Geez, don’t you read the papers or go to the Arena?”

“You are the one with the Golden Armor? I should have known it was you driving Fathis around the bend! The Arena…are you the one that wore that mask? The one with the tail?”

“I’ve still got it.” I swished it to prove my words. Owyn was right, they do forget you when you aren’t out there. I needed this promo we were doing to get the crowds back behind me.

“Pilus, I would like you to meet Ysabel Andronicus, Battlematron for the Grand Champions. She is in here under false charges, she has done nothing wrong. Pilus…there is a guard on here nights threatening to beat her with his rod.”

“His…rod?”

“You know, that thing.” I pointed.

“That is a baton.”

“Oh. Well, can you see she is treated well? Here, I have…uh, thirty Septims. Can you see she gets special care? If she is in here much longer I can bring you more.”

“Maxical, you are saving that for your Golden Armor, you can’t give that away!” Somehow Andronicus managed to say that to me while at the same time displaying the most obvious flirtation towards Pilus imaginable. I saw him gulp.

“Andronicus, this is Pilus. He was at the Imperial Compound when I was in the orphanage there. Get him to tell you about it some time, you will laugh yourself sick.”

I found another five Septims in the bottom of my pack. “Here Pilus, I found some more, can you make sure she is well taken care of?”

“You said you’ll bring more in a couple days?”

“Yes, if she is in here that long.”

“Well, okay then. You are trading on our longtime acquaintance.”

I couldn’t see how hard it would be just to not beat her, she may be loud and stink but he was acting like I was asking the impossible from him.

“I’ve got to go, we all miss you Andronicus.” I was surprised to find I did miss her, but most of all I hated leaving her in that cell and walking away like that. She cried when I left.

“Thank you Pilus. You can’t imagine how much better I feel knowing you will be handling everything. You could always be trusted to do a good job from what I heard at the Legion compound.”

Pilus preened a bit. “They said that about me? I didn’t realize I had developed a reputation. I do strive to please…er, why is she in there?”

I told him about Agronak being distraught over the death of his mother and the cost of the funeral, a fame hungry lawyer getting his claws on the Grand Champion at a time of extreme vulnerability.

“I’ve seen that Orc fight, he is indestructible!” Pilus raved.

“Yeah, well. If you don’t hit him in the jaw that is.”

Pilus gaped, and I nodded.

“It’s glass. He has a glass jaw. That is a secret not many know, even in the Arena.”

“Are you sure? I mean Orc are noted for having jaws of rock.”

“Yes, but he isn’t full Orc, he is a mix. You know about Orc mixes, don’t you?”

“No, I never…”

“Neither can they. They can’t…you know. It doesn’t work.”

Pilus appeared to be staggering so I grabbed his arm and held him up.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m…in shock. You mean he can’t…” He pointed down.

“Totally incapable. It is a well known fact about Orc mixes, they teach it in schools. I learned it at the Arcane. They even have textbooks printed up from the research they found. Children‘s rhymes are taught so you can remember the lesson.”

“Like what?”

I told him several, and even worked in a few with the glass jaw. Pilus was roaring laughing. He signaled a guard at the desk.

“I’m going to escort Maxical to the Arena, can you sign me out for an early lunch?”

Pilus opened the door for me and took my arm. “Tell me some more Arena secrets.“

“Like what?”

“You are pretty tiny, how would someone your size take down someone as huge as the Gray Prince when they have a glass jaw? Or could you not do it?”

“I can, but someone as tall as you could do it a lot easier of course.”

Pilus was well under six foot tall, and he preened at me calling him tall.

“How would someone your size do it?”

“I have to use levelers in most of my fights. That is something that brings the fight down to my size.”

“Like the goring?”

“Yes, or slicing the tendon behind the heel. Then there are levelers that make your reach longer. Like using your shield as a fist, or your sword hilt. Your baton would work too. And then there are tricks.”

“Now you’re talking, what are the tricks.”

“They are illegal outside the Arena.”

“I won’t use them, I just want to know.“

“Okay, well on the Gray Prince you must only use a very fast uppercut to the jaw. If you hit him anywhere but the jaw you will just anger him. If you don’t wear gauntlets you have to use street moves. Here, see this fob chain you have? Wrap it just like this, don‘t entwine or you‘ll lose a finger. As soon as he is knocked out, put your fob back on and no one will know you used it. Remember, uppercut only, and put every bit of speed you can into it. You can use anything, fish hooks work great because you can toss them afterward, run a needle through the lower loop and put them right here between your fingers with the barbs sticking out. They’ll take a mans face off. These brass buttons on your uniform, take a couple off and put them in your fist with the points facing out between your fingers to take out someone’s eye with one punch. Now for someone big like an Orc someone my size will get into the heavy equipment.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll show you.” I pulled him into the alley between two buildings. It didn’t take long to find an empty sack. I threw a stone in it. “This only works if you have a robe or cloak on. Hold it just like this so you don’t break your hand. Do a fast uppercut with this and you can take out a Daedra.”

“Why does it only work with a cloak or robe?”

“You can see the sack otherwise, and it is illegal on the streets. If I had a robe I’d show you.”

“Here, I have my rain cloak in my pack, show me what you mean.”

I donned his cloak and demonstrated.

“It looked just like your fist!”

“Yes, you can stand right next to someone and do this without them seeing it, but you have to get rid of the evidence right away. Someone may want to shake your hand if you have just knocked out the Grand Champion. You can tie a rope on the sack and attach it right here on your pants. It makes it easy to grab quickly and when you are done with the hit just drop the sack. It will fall back into place below the robe so no one knows till you get somewhere to drop it. If someone gets hit too many times with that it will kill him, but just a few times will crush his jaw. The bones take a while to knit so for a few weeks even a bare fist will knock him out. That‘s why we keep track of our opponents injuries.”

“These are amazing tricks! Thank you Maxical. I knew your destruction would find an outlet some day. Do you remember the pigeon incident? Oh, and Commander Phillida used to dream of your demise, and I am pretty sure he was the cause of it in some of those dreams.” He grinned at me. He had aged well.


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This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 3 2010, 03:01 AM

I'm sure he was thinking the same thing I was! Ha ha!


Isn't that a little redundant? Oh, that's riiiight, our little kitty is a bit naif when it comes to the best fun!

Excellent work.

Grr, this time Nautee Hautee beat me to the innuendo!!!

Nice mALX! I enjoyed the interaction between Maxical and Andronicus. I must confess I'm feeling sorry for Agronak now.

Why do I have the feeling that Agronak’s business is going to be all over the Imperial City by the time of your next post? Acadian is right, I too feel sorry for him. I hope she didn’t give away too much insider information to Pilus. It would be just Maxical’s luck to discover that he used one of the illegal tricks on a fellow guard or something.

Great stuff, but Destri's beaten me to my thought. She's told it and soon everyone will know the rumour, I wonder if it was deliberate though. I don't feel sorry for Agronak though, he has it coming... but if he knows she knows about his jaw, well that might change things.

You build the characters and the city well, I want to know what happens next and what will ultimatly happen between Aggy and Maxical. Great stuff

I was reading the part about the beating...with the rod, and one eyebrow went up. Then Andronicus replied, "His...rod?" And the other eyebrow went up. And the Maxical point to "that thing" and the biggest Grinch-smile crossed my face.

@ Nautee Hautee - (I love your new name!) - I threw that in because SOMEONE - (I won't mention any names...but their initials are Nautee Hautee) - pointed out before that I called it a rod in an earlier chapter. I couldn't think for the life of me what they were supposed to be called, so I did some research on the subject, ROFL !!!! I threw that line in there just for you for catching my lack of proper nomenclature before, ROFL !!!! Thank you so much Hauty, you are an AWESOME reader to write for!

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@ Zalphon - Thank you so much Zalphon!!!! And thank you for moving your venue to Cyrodiil where I recognize the places!!! Yeah!

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@ Foxy - Thank you very much Foxy!!! You gave me a new name for the Ms. Hauty too, she will never live down her sense of humor now!!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian! I hope to remedy that feeling in a few chapters. The skewer (to use Destri's terminology) is in place, it only lacks the thrust at this point, ROFL !!!

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@ Destri - Thank you so very much Destri! It is true that Maxical is pathologically incapable of keeping anything to herself, she is not one you would want to hold your secrets. It is probably a terrible flaw, but...it works against her too, she even blabs her own secrets. Lucky thing telephones and the internet weren't available back then, lol. - and Oh yeah. I see Agronak's secrets being spread far and wide, even without these useful tools. You ROCK Destri!!!! And...NEVER AGAIN REMOVE A CHAPTER !!!!! ARGH !!!!

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@ Olen - Thank you very much Olen! - I doubt Maxical ever does anything deliberately, it is mostly a thoughtless running of her mouth because she is a chatterer - but the results are the same, lol.

I have to agree with you, when he decieved her over that ring, he publicly ruined her. (and can't even offer her a loaf of bread in compense) The way I look at it he deserves what he gets. And paybacks...well his has only just begun, but I am trying to shorten the Arena segment of my story so I have been cutting out stuff left and right, lol.

South of the Mason-Dixon Line (where I live) there is a theme that prevails - if you fight with anyone in these parts, you fight their whole family. Clannish is a good description. Hatfield-McCoy type thing. The battlecry around here is, "It's On!" - ROFL.

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@ Verlox - Er, is that a loaf of bread in your pocket or... - ROFL!!!

Thank you so much for reading Verlox !!! Blame Nautee Hautee for that one, she egged me into it, lol.

This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 4 2010, 06:59 PM

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** There is a special cameo appearance of Mrs. Treydog in this chapter. Thanks Treydog, Mrs. Treydog!!!



Chapter 31: Setting The Stage For Disaster


“Owyn, I wondered how much you know about that golden armor on display over at the Best Defense?” Jack’s face was inscrutable.

“I go see it every time I’m in the Market District. There’s always a crowd there. Tourists come from all over Cyrodiil just to look at it. The price is outrageous, rumor is the price is the current high bid on it. I thought the Arena should purchase it to draw that tourist crowd here. Our Box receipts would triple. We could add to that by putting it in a secure area and charging admission to see it. If the Arena won‘t do it I was going to ask for an advance on my Box Office share and a contract for the concession on it. I‘d buy it in a heartbeat.”

“Someone has already contracted for it from what I hear.“

“Yeah, some mystery owner and Fathis Aren are in a war over it but Varnado is holding out for the owner to come up with the funds. At least that’s what he tells everyone.”

When Owyn left Jack sat tapping his thumb on the desk, his eyes staring unseeing at the doorway. As if coming to a decision he went to his cabinet and rifled through the neat stacks of legal forms, grabbing several and placing them in his leather satchel.

Jack had to step around several people blocking the inner doorway of the Best Defense. His first glimpse of the armor nearly took his breath, it appeared to be descending from the sky, yet giving off light of its own. A crowd filled the customer area of the store waiting to reach the perimeter of velvet roping surrounding the armor. Owyn, Gils, merchants, guards, and many who were obviously tourists. An Artist…Mrs. Treydog?

Jack slid behind her and eyed the painting, it was spectacular as he expected. “I’d like to purchase…”

“Highest bid. There’s the chest.” Mrs. Treydog’s brush never stopped moving on the painting. A chest rested behind the easel.

A quick calculation in his head and Jack scribbled a price and “For display at the Arena” on the back of his business card, dropping it in the slot cut into the top of the locked chest.

When Jack finally made it to the velvet rope his eyes trailed up the armor and then back to the large sign in front of it. When he saw the price on the sign his eyes widened and then narrowed.

The door opened repeatedly to admit more people. Two guards stood next to Jack, staring at the armor with awestruck looks on their faces. Jack scratched his chin thoughtfully.

He quietly stepped up to the counter. “Varnado my good man. I‘d like to speak with you privately please.”

Owyn stepped up. “Varnado, I want to purch…Jack, is that you?”

“Yes. Varnado…if we may be private please.”

After some time passed Jack walked out of the back room, an enigmatic look on his handsome features. He veered over to the Merchants Inn, hoping to catch Fathis in.





******* Maxical

Gils was standing outside the Bloodworks door watching us as Pilus and I made our way across the lawns to the Arena. I had a sudden realization that I had broken a cardinal rule of the Arena in giving away fight tips. Before we were close enough that Gils could overhear I stopped walking and turned to Pilus.

“Er, Pilus…we are not supposed to give away the secret fight moves of the Arena, I could get in a lot of trouble, so please don’t tell them to anyone.”

“I won’t. I just like knowing. Almost everyone that learns these moves dies before they can pass them on to anyone. How do you stand knowing you might die each match? You’re so young, but the odds are against you being alive a year from now, did you know that?”

I didn‘t know that till recently. Owyn went through the spiel with me before I joined like he does for everyone. I didn’t listen to a word, no one does. All you can think of is getting paid to wave your sword around and your name on the billboards.

“You were making everyone laugh with your tail, but looked like you might die any minute. How do you do it?“

“The crowds. They call your name and it can bring you from the brink of death to rally and make your next move. It is everything to a fighter when they are out there facing an opponent.”

“Well I will make sure my friends and I scream your name whenever you fight.”

“Thank you Pilus. And I appreciate what you are doing for Andronicus.”

“Well, I’ll do what I can but can’t promise to keep it going without some extra…incentive.”

Pilus acted like it was a strain on him to see she was not beaten! What was wrong with these guards? I was going straight to Jack about this, and was glad Hassiri did that piece on the guards brutality.

Pilus took both my hands in his and raised each to his lips before we parted, giving me a wink. What was that all about? I thanked him and hurried the rest of the way. Gils had been leaning on the wall with his arms folded, but stood up as I neared. He was glaring darts at the direction I had come from. I turned around and saw Pilus standing where I had left him, watching me. I quickly skirted by Gils and darted in.

Gils followed me in, slamming the door. “Who was that rube?” Gils eyes pierced into mine.

“An old friend.” I made a concerted effort to look away from his intense eyes and see if I saw wrinkles.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing. Where is Owyn?”

“He went up to Jack‘s office.”

“Oh good, I needed to see them both anyway.” I hurried away.





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Owyn was flirting with Jack’s new runner, a young blonde Bosmer girl.

“He’s not back from lunch yet.“ He grunted then went back to impressing the girl.

I sat on a nearby bench and waited, watching the young girl’s blushes at Owyn’s overtures. She was receptive…yet…she kept glancing up at his gray hair. I could take care of that for him, S’Jirra and Abhuki always had me dye their hair for them as a way to keep me out of trouble. When the girl scooted off I offered.

“Dye my hair? What do I look like to you?” Owyn looked at me like I had gone mad.

“It doesn’t matter what you look like to me, but what you look like to her. She liked you, but kept glancing at your hair. She thinks you‘re too old.”

“I can’t be gray one day and black the next, are you nuts?”

“Owyn, she’ll only remember some old man that flirted with her by tomorrow. When she sees the new you she won’t be able to forget you. Andronicus may even attack you again.”

“What’ll you do?”

“I use a combination of scented conditioners and oils with just a touch of blacking. Then I heat my sword with a fireball and wrap it in your hair to make waves.”

“Are you off your rocker? You think I’m going to let you near me with a fireball and your sword right after you put something flammable in my hair?”

“And I could make a nice beeswax lotion to smooth those wrinkles, you’d look thirty years younger.”

“Thirty years! How the hell old do you think I am? If I looked thirty years younger I‘d have my momma‘s teat in my mouth still!”

“Geez, and I thought I couldn’t add.”

“Okay, how much? But no fireball or sword!”

“Five Septims.”

“Five Septims! Are you nuts? Forget it!”

“I need it, I spent a bunch today. Besides, she is young and pretty. You’re competing against…”

Just then the young Bosmer returned, smiling apologetically. “He will be back in one hour.” She hesitated, then went into one of the empty offices behind her and shut the door.

“Okay, five Septims. But you better not screw this up.”

“We’ve got an hour, lets do it now.”

“I mean it, don’t mess me up.” Owyn followed me to the Arena triage area.

I pulled down several oils and whipped them with boot black, then covered Owyn’s face with a heated mix of beeswax and honey.

“When do I wash these oils out of my hair?”

“You don’t.”

“You mean I gotta go around with a greasy head?”

“If you let me put the waves in you will like it. Owyn that style you wear went out before I was born.”

“I swear if you set fire to my hair…”

“If you like it I get two more Septims.”

“I better like it!”

I lit a fire under the calcinator with water in it and darted my sword in the flames. When it was good and hot I dipped a towel in the water and squeezed it out, then lay it on Owyn’s face.

“OW! YOU [CENSORED]! You trying to burn me to death?”

I crimped his hair quickly while he had his face covered with the hot towel. Before I was done I cast a frost spell on a towel and lay it on his face.

“OW! YOU [CENSORED]! You trying to freeze my face off?”

“Okay, now go look in the looking glass.”

Owyn stared at himself a long time. He gave me ten Septims. “Keep it. I haven’t looked like this in…”

He did look thirty years younger, even kind of handsome.

Owyn strutted to Jack’s office, his eyes darting around for the runner. I tapped on Jack’s office door and he bid me enter.

“Maxical. What may I do for you today? And…Owyn? I barely recognized you! Looks like you were serious about going after that Captain Renault after all.“

I broke right in with my problem. “Jack, the night I escaped the guard was threatening to hurt Andronicus with his baton because she was noisy. She is always very loud. When they took me out she tried to stop them and I thought they would harm her. Today when I was visiting her I saw a young guard I used to know from the Imperial Compound. I told him of the threats and asked him if he would see to it that Andronicus was well taken care of. I even gave him bribe money, thirty-five Septims. He acted like it wasn’t enough, and told me if she was still there in two days he would need more ‘incentive‘…”

“SPEW!” Jack sprayed sparkling water all over his desk.

“You did what? You stupid idiot! Do you know what you have done?” Owyn bellowed.

“I didn’t want her abused by the guards, I thought if I bribed them they would be nice to her. I used my own Septims from my savings. Did I do something wrong?”

Owyn was glaring at Jack, who was struggling to keep a straight face. “What should we do about it?”

“I can’t step in on something like this, it’s between you and your fighter. But please take it out of my office so I can have a good laugh.”

“What did I do?”

“You bought his services for Andronicus, you idiot!” Owyn roared.

“What? I don‘t understand…“

Owyn graphically showed me with hand gestures.

“OH!…You mean…services?” I felt my face turning bright red.

“You are the dumbest…!” Owyn’s face was infusing with purple tones.

Owyn seemed to hang on the brink of something, like when you can feel a storm coming but are waiting for the first sound of thunder. I hesitated, unsure whether he was going to blow his stack and would want me there to erupt on or if I should run.

Jack was visibly struggling before bursting out laughing. Owyn wavered for a minute and then roared laughing.

Jack pulled out thirty-five Septims and handed them to me. “Next time you think Andronicus is being ill treated, come to me before you try to handle it yourself.”

“Don’t you tell Gils about this.” Owyn ordered, then turned to Jack. “I’m glad she didn’t help me when I was beaten. I would have killed a damn Legion guard.”

“Unless she bribed Captain Renault?”

“Now you’re talking. Er…say Jack, what’s the lowdown on your new runner?“

“She is…”

I pulled the door shut and walked slowly away. Oh dear gods, what must Pilus think of me…wait…EW! He agreed to do it! EW!





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This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 4 2010, 08:13 PM

Oh, I'm soo Disappointed! I thought you were going to make Owyn look like Stoney Jackson and his Jeri curl! That guy was sooo hot!

Stoney Jackson

Now that's what Owyn should look like!

Okay, now I'm done laffink! So Pilus thought the same thing I did huh?

I'll have you know, ladies, I have the best loaf of bread this side of the Mississippi River

And now Owyn looks like a slick Bad Attitude Barrackus. Though I was hoping you would have made him look like Marvin Gaye so someone could make a music video of Owyn singing Sexual Healing.

This post has been edited by Verlox: Jun 4 2010, 08:39 PM