Post by Greybeard on Feb 1, 2016 9:41:31 GMT -5
Greybeard collapsed onto his couch, followed quickly by the Alchemist who sat a little too close for comfort. It was a long walk from Philadelphia back to Dragonia, but they did it and the Alchemist had the smell to prove it. Greybeard inched away, leaning on the arm of the couch he had found at Goodwill.
“Well that was fun.” Greybeard said bluntly. An awkward silence permeating the keep afterward.
“The murder?” Al asked, breaking the silence and seeming confused but not off put by the fact his good friend would be entertained by the death of another.
“Oh yeah. I’ve killed many trolls in my quests, but never like that. They usually just bleed and whine forever…it was kinda refreshing. I mean, I hit him with the sword out of instinct mostly, I didn’t think he was really going to die.”
“Well what did you think was going to happen when you hit him with a sword?” Al asked, clearly intrigued.
“I dunno, maybe he’d fall down and let me pin him. I didn’t know it was real.”
The Alchemist paused once more, furrowing his brow. “What was real? The sword? The match?"
“The whole thing…”
The Alchemist took a moment to compose himself. “Hold on…you’re a real wizard right?”
“Without question.”
“You knew it was a real sword…right?”
"Well...Yes."
"I don't get it..."
“Al I’m not going to play “Making a Murderer” with you again.” Greybeard said, clearly annoyed. "You know me Al, I wouldn't do something like that."
“Fine…you're right. Grimebeard did a lot of things I didn't think you were capable of.”
At just that moment, the door swung open. It was Lute Boy! Greybeard and the Alchemist looked at each other with surprise as Lute Boy plopped down on a chair.
“What’s up?” Luteboy asked plainly.
“Umm…nothing much..…I thought you were with Stampy now?”
“Yeah, he just kinda stopped showing up so I thought I’d come back. Plus his house smelled like elephant shit. I hope there are no hard feelings.”
“So you think you can just waltz right back in here? I mean, there were multiple kidnappings, there were beatings, you sent those dick pics to my family…”
“Well why did you send them to me!?”
“I told you it was an accident!….what did you think though?”
Greybeard said, trying to mask his insecurity.
“Stellar rig man.”
Lute Boy nodded, his eyebrows drifting upward with appreciation.
Greybeard beamed for a moment, clearly dropping any resentment instantaneously. “Oh thanks. Anyway Al, I didn’t mean to kill him. It just kinda happens when we’re around.”
The Alchemist scratched his sweaty belly, which he had now exposed to air out. “Well maybe we should just chill out for awhile ya know? Take some time off. Watch some TV, maybe order a pizza.”
“That’s a great idea Al. Every week it seems like we’re on to some zany adventure…WCF doesn’t need more murders….or volcanoes….it needs wrestlers. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it…or maybe I should just retire.”
“I have a coupon for free breadsticks!” Lute Boy added cheerfully.
“Well that settles that! I’ll make the call!” Greybeard scuttled off to order the feast from Papa Johns, leaving Lute Boy and the Alchemist alone together.
Lute Boy began picking his teeth with his dirty fingernail idly, moving to take a seat on the couch while talking to the Alchemist causally. “So how did you know which one was which Al?”
“What do you mean?”
The Alchemist seemed puzzled.
“Well you gave one of them the sword to hit the other…how did you know which one was the real Greybeard? They both looked alike”
The Alchemist seemed embarrassed that Lute Boy would ask such a foolish question. “Because he told me he was the real Greybeard. Duh.”
“Yeah but how did you know for sure? You just took his word for it?”
“Well….because...ummm”
The two fell silent, thinking to themselves a moment on the couch. Suddenly a glint of metal flashed between them, Greybeard lunged down between them suddenly.
“I found the pizza cutter!”
Both Lute Boy and the Alchemist breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to themselves nervously.
“What’s the problem? C’mon, the pizza will be here any minute, let’s go downstairs.”
With that, the three friends rose to their feet, Greybeard in the middle, he threw his arms around both of them and headed for the door. Together they made their way to the large wooden door.
“Here take this,” Greybeard handed the pizza cutter to the Alchemist. “I forgot something!" Greybeard slapped his forehead like a dunce. "You all go ahead and I'll be right down there.”
Greybeard could hear their conversation slowly fade away as they went down the spiral staircase.
"Pizza cutter would be a good finisher.....maybe I could do a chef gimmick or something."
Greybeard watched them go down the stairs, talking casually at ease once again. When they were at a safe distance away, he slowly inched toward a weapon rack, withdrawing his sword from Fifteen from it. He turned around suddenly, yellow cat eyes glowing as maniacal laughter filled his keep and the scene faded away.
“Well that was fun.” Greybeard said bluntly. An awkward silence permeating the keep afterward.
“The murder?” Al asked, breaking the silence and seeming confused but not off put by the fact his good friend would be entertained by the death of another.
“Oh yeah. I’ve killed many trolls in my quests, but never like that. They usually just bleed and whine forever…it was kinda refreshing. I mean, I hit him with the sword out of instinct mostly, I didn’t think he was really going to die.”
“Well what did you think was going to happen when you hit him with a sword?” Al asked, clearly intrigued.
“I dunno, maybe he’d fall down and let me pin him. I didn’t know it was real.”
The Alchemist paused once more, furrowing his brow. “What was real? The sword? The match?"
“The whole thing…”
The Alchemist took a moment to compose himself. “Hold on…you’re a real wizard right?”
“Without question.”
“You knew it was a real sword…right?”
"Well...Yes."
"I don't get it..."
“Al I’m not going to play “Making a Murderer” with you again.” Greybeard said, clearly annoyed. "You know me Al, I wouldn't do something like that."
“Fine…you're right. Grimebeard did a lot of things I didn't think you were capable of.”
At just that moment, the door swung open. It was Lute Boy! Greybeard and the Alchemist looked at each other with surprise as Lute Boy plopped down on a chair.
“What’s up?” Luteboy asked plainly.
“Umm…nothing much..…I thought you were with Stampy now?”
“Yeah, he just kinda stopped showing up so I thought I’d come back. Plus his house smelled like elephant shit. I hope there are no hard feelings.”
“So you think you can just waltz right back in here? I mean, there were multiple kidnappings, there were beatings, you sent those dick pics to my family…”
“Well why did you send them to me!?”
“I told you it was an accident!….what did you think though?”
Greybeard said, trying to mask his insecurity.
“Stellar rig man.”
Lute Boy nodded, his eyebrows drifting upward with appreciation.
Greybeard beamed for a moment, clearly dropping any resentment instantaneously. “Oh thanks. Anyway Al, I didn’t mean to kill him. It just kinda happens when we’re around.”
The Alchemist scratched his sweaty belly, which he had now exposed to air out. “Well maybe we should just chill out for awhile ya know? Take some time off. Watch some TV, maybe order a pizza.”
“That’s a great idea Al. Every week it seems like we’re on to some zany adventure…WCF doesn’t need more murders….or volcanoes….it needs wrestlers. Maybe I’m just not cut out for it…or maybe I should just retire.”
“I have a coupon for free breadsticks!” Lute Boy added cheerfully.
“Well that settles that! I’ll make the call!” Greybeard scuttled off to order the feast from Papa Johns, leaving Lute Boy and the Alchemist alone together.
Lute Boy began picking his teeth with his dirty fingernail idly, moving to take a seat on the couch while talking to the Alchemist causally. “So how did you know which one was which Al?”
“What do you mean?”
The Alchemist seemed puzzled.
“Well you gave one of them the sword to hit the other…how did you know which one was the real Greybeard? They both looked alike”
The Alchemist seemed embarrassed that Lute Boy would ask such a foolish question. “Because he told me he was the real Greybeard. Duh.”
“Yeah but how did you know for sure? You just took his word for it?”
“Well….because...ummm”
The two fell silent, thinking to themselves a moment on the couch. Suddenly a glint of metal flashed between them, Greybeard lunged down between them suddenly.
“I found the pizza cutter!”
Both Lute Boy and the Alchemist breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling to themselves nervously.
“What’s the problem? C’mon, the pizza will be here any minute, let’s go downstairs.”
With that, the three friends rose to their feet, Greybeard in the middle, he threw his arms around both of them and headed for the door. Together they made their way to the large wooden door.
“Here take this,” Greybeard handed the pizza cutter to the Alchemist. “I forgot something!" Greybeard slapped his forehead like a dunce. "You all go ahead and I'll be right down there.”
Greybeard could hear their conversation slowly fade away as they went down the spiral staircase.
"Pizza cutter would be a good finisher.....maybe I could do a chef gimmick or something."
Greybeard watched them go down the stairs, talking casually at ease once again. When they were at a safe distance away, he slowly inched toward a weapon rack, withdrawing his sword from Fifteen from it. He turned around suddenly, yellow cat eyes glowing as maniacal laughter filled his keep and the scene faded away.
