"Well, it's about midday now. Guild hall should be done processing the thing, or whatever." I said as Sis and I walked through town. I talked quieter than I normally would, 'cus we were getting more weird looks from people than usual today. Though, come to think of it, maybe vague whispering only exacerbated the problem.
"Yeah. Probably." Sis said, he gaze still fixed on my now fully covered leg.
"Guess we should... Head there, then. Yeah."
. . .
"Uh, what was up with that thing, anyways?" I asked, partially to make conversation, in attempt to distract her from whatever she was currently doing, and partly because I was genuinely curious. "The horse thingy, I mean."
"Interdimensional unicorn." She said, as if that explained anything.
"Uh, wait, s-sorry, I know I asked, but is this something you should be discussing in public?"
"I don't really care."
"Oh."
. . .
"Wait, unicorn? But I thought it had several horns?" Also, it was actually a unicorn? Unicorns exist, here? That's pretty cool.
"All fakes, little more than paper mache. Except one."
"Is that the one-"
"Yep."
"Huh. What happened to it? The horse- er, 'unicorn,' I mean."
"Dead."
I stopped dead in my tracks, for a moment.
"D-dead?" I know we've killed animals before, but... That thing was mostly sapient, right? Though, I guess I'm hardly one to-
"Kinda. They're dead, but they'll not be dead."
"Oh." Whew. That's reassuring. I'd feel kinda weird about selling the body parts of a dead creature like that. It'd be kinda like selling a dude's eyes, or something. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, it feels weird whether they're dead or not... Maybe it's weirder if they're not dead, actually... Ah well, what's done is done. "So, they, like, immortal, or..."
"Nah. They ain't like me." Sis said, plainly, for anyone in earshot to hear. It was at this point that I noticed the looks we were getting from the crowd grew from confused to mildly concerned and afraid. "But they can't fully die outside their native reality, at least."
"I see." I said. I didn't really get it, but I didn't want to attract too much more attention. Though, there was still one thing that I thought was curious about. "Think we'll ever meet 'em again?"
Sis shrugged, though her head didn't move at all. "It's possible. Probably not, though."
"Think they'll want revenge?"
Sis didn't say anything, for a moment. Probably thinking about something, I wager.
"No. I doubt it." She said, with a sort of tone to her voice I couldn't quite place.
"That's good." I said. I felt like I should have maybe said more, but that's all I came up with, at the time.
It didn't take long after our little conversation for us to once again arrive at the guild hall. As we went in, to my surprise, not only was the usual guild lady there, but so was Pat. She even looked marginally more sober than usual. Not, like, a normal, functioning person level of sober, but... Well, more sober, anyways.
Given their irritated, mostly incoherent mumbling, and the fact that they're holding their hip flask upside down, empty, I imagine the bartender cut her off. Probably a good call.
Initially, she didn't seem to notice us come in, and was just kinda staring at the the ground, all blankly and stuff.
Though, that didn't last long, as after a brief moment, her head shot up at me, almost like she'd been uppercut, or something.
"Aye, you! Eye boy! I was just thinkin' about you!" She said, though I seriously doubt she was thinking about anything.
"Huhuhduhwuh?" I muttered out in response.
"I was thinkin', how the hell didja get 'ere last night? Not even gunna mention the storm, but you'da thunk that at least someone woulda seen you at sssome point, rrright? I mean, your entire leg was-"
Somehow, it took her until what I imagine was the very end of her thought before she noticed that Sis was also here. Regardless, she shut up as soon as she did, and a dreadful look grew on her face. You could almost see the gears in her greatly intoxicated head turning.
"Huh. Just remembered, not technically legally allowed to ask too many questions, so, uh... Yeah." Pat said.
. . .
"I'm gonna... Go stock up on medical supplies." Pat said, and then left behind us without another word.
I sort of instinctually looked over at Sis, who... Didn't seem phased at all, actually. I don't know why, but that surprised me.
"Was... Was that the one that healed you, yesterday?" Sis asked. I suppose the lab coat esque robes gave it away.
"Uh, y-yeah." I said.
"I see." She said. "They did good."
Whew... I was concerned Sis would be uneasy after seeing them like that, but I'm glad that she's able to separate her skill from her... Demeanor, I guess. "Yeah, they're good."
Despite her declaration that Pat did a good job, Sis continued to stare at my leg. Which, strangely, instead of just thinking of that as weird or concerning, I'm beginning to just be used to it, which is... Something, I guess. I dunno what to think about that.
. . .
Anyways, we went up to the desk where the guild lady was. She was still friendly with us, but I could tell she was... Well, I can't imagine it's easy to look at someone like a normal person after you've seen them walk away from logic defying injuries like the ones my body seems to produce. Heck, considering that last one, if it weren't for all that 'spooky stuff' in me, I'd be, like, super dead right now. Mega dead.
Honestly, thinking about it, now that all the adrenaline and the shock as subsided... That whole ordeal was pretty freaky.
. . .
Better not to think about it, then. Yeah. Yeah...
Anyways again, after a brief interaction, the guild lady reached under the counter and plopped a very fine and very large bag of coins onto the desk. It made quite the thud.
"Uh..." I said in disbelief as I stared at the sack. Eh, phrasing. Whatever. "Is... That the correct amount?"
"Yep. I-I'm sure that's pocket change for you, but 750's the going rate."
. . .
? ? ?
Eh?
"7... 50?" I asked.
"Indeed."
"7... Hundred 50?"
"Uh... Yeah, that one."
"As in... Coins? The golden ones?"
"Uh... Yes, sir."
For what felt like an eternity, I simply stood there, mouth agape, at the sack of coins before me.
That's... Wow.
I mean, I don't really know what that means, in practice, but, 750 of anything is kinda...
Woah.
Whheww...
. . .
Geez.
Wait, what did she mean by 'pocket change?'
Y'know. The more I look at Beyes the more I realise he's actually a psychopath.
And considering the world he is currently in he would have no problem getting away with a lot of murder. He won't even need to hide the bodies just use his holes to send them to a volcano.
Heck even in the world people are being murdered left and right. And children are going out to hunt monsters. This world is not safe!
I've noticed that Beyes has some hidden tendencies even he isn't aware of it's just a little more till he snaps.
So for everything that is cute and cuddly and good in the world get that little girl(Dyna) away from that monster(Beyes) before it's too late.
I mean she now has PTSD. What kind of eight-year-old girl gets PTSD?!!! Beyes should stop thinking of her as an immortal and start thinking of her as a little girl because that is what she is. No matter how mature she comes off as she is still a little girl.
She kinda looks up to Beyes but he is too dense and narcissistic to even notice when someone idolises him.
I blame DYN2 for this. Not only did he give a psychopath the ability to run from any crime scene, HE LEFT HIS DAUGHTER WITH THAT PSYCHOPATH!!! WTF
Neglectful father of the decade goes to this bastard. How can you leave a girl alone for eight years and just dump her with a psychopath.
I know he's god and can do whatever he wants and all but seriously!? No consequences whatsoever?
Guess the smart parts of him is a different person. (that's a burn by the way)
If this keeps up that perpetually bored looking guy is just going to wake up one day and trap his sister in a basement.
She won't die no matter what he does but that's the scary part. There's no release just torture and pain and screams(well laughter in her case. I think DYN2 turned off her pain receptors) getting out of it would just leave her with even more PTSD.
Let's not forget that kids are easily influenced what is she becomes a homicidal maniac.
Wait she's already a homicidal maniac. Holy sh*t she's a psychopath too. That's why she likes Beyes so much, crazy people like to herd together.
But it all comes back to DYN2 that bastard let his daughter watch the evils of mankind with no censorship for eight years straight no wonder she developed homicidal tendencies, watching all that gore and death will do that to you.
By the way I still think Beyes was a Colombian drug lord that got killed in a turf war. At the age of nine, he Inherited his grandfather's name and became. "el Angustia"
Ever notice how Dyna breaks the plot wall. I know DYN2 is writing the plot for the story but how does she know? Does she break into his office and read the script of his computer?
In conclusion Beyes is a menace to society. Lock him up.
DYN2 is a menace to society and shouldn't be allowed anymore kids. Lock him up and throw away the key.
I want a see Dyna smile at least once. She's so apathetic all the time. She so lonely.
(Can I get a #protect the smile?)
Thank you for listening to(reading)my rant.
Kisses.
And
Always remember…
I'm never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you down,
Never gonna run around and hurt you.
Never gonna make you cry,
Never gonna say goodbye,
Nevever gonna tell a lie and desert you.
(also, let it be known that I did listen to Never Gonna Give You Up after reading this. As a matter of professional courtesy, of course.)
@Yminnod #protectthesmile
I will say Beyes is definitely a "bit" of a sociopath. Like the dude had a deathmatch with some giant bandit dude, got made into a literal pincushion with daggers and was barely affected. Most people would have some kind of trauma from that.