"While my host may be a little one, I am most certainly... not.
And I cannot help but notice your clumsy attempt to avoid my
questioning. The more you continue in this evasive vein, the more
curious I will become. You do not want to see what happens when the
'little one' and I are no longer in opposition. Tell me your story,
or I will have no choice but assume the being controlling you on
the beyond plane is stalling because he cannot think of a way to
explain your motivations and backstory."
Not-Jack hissed, baring its teeth. It glanced down at the chair,
turning ice to shadow. The process was even more effortless than
when Jack had done it earlier. This creature was far more powerful
than anyone could expect.
"Why this avenue? And why... these students?" Not-Jack stood
menacingly. It didn't like the company Jack was keeping. The old
man was ridiculous, the girls were useless, and the boy made its
host weak. Although not recently. It seemed Jack was realizing she
didn't need anybody. Except for it. This had all started because
Jack acknowledged she needed it. But now, with it, she was powerful
on her own.
"well, this area has some quite wonderful... ah, products.
as for the students... well, do you know how much people will pay
for combat slaves? Underground slave fighting rings are popular
lately."
"Hmm. A truthful response, yet an avoidance of the question. Why
these particular students? Why this school? Why chance retribution
from their families? Or perhaps... what did the dean owe you
that made you throw away the little caution you possess to enact
this ill-advised... scheme?" Not-Jack leaned over the desk,
steepling its fingers. Its intimidating presence somehow managed to
make it seem to loom ten feet tall, despite the appearance of its
host.
"Well, it's quite simple. The dean owes me quite a bit from the
various gambling dens I run. SO what better way to get my owed
money the to sell his organs, along with his students?"
"Oh, little girl. Did you not realize your grandfather was a
criminal? I could smell it a mile away." It grinned
malevolantly.
"The organs, fine. Yet you still have a problem. The students
are such a loose end. Did you really think that none of them
would be intrepid enough to escape? To tell their families what
happened? Or that the ones you left behind wouldn't come, like my
little host here? Misguided feelings, I'll admit, but she's here.
Others know, Arthur."
"Unless you've killed a hundred sets of parents, you've left
loose ends. But I'm curious to see what your methods of eliminating
ends look like. Do elaborate."
It cocked its head to the side, peering at Arthur with less
hostility, and more curiousity than earlier.
"It isn't often that I get to cash in on a deal, and I want to
have some fun!" Not-Jack stomped its foot, swing itself up so
it was sitting on top of the desk. "Pleaseeee?"
Shieta bit her lips, the guilt still crawling into the depth of her
guts, as she let herself be dragged by the always enthusiastic
redhead into the crumbling motel. The warm hand slowly comforted
her through her anxiety and creeping guilt.
As they head inside, Shieta continues to observe their
surroundings. Despite the moss eating away the outer shell of the
motel, the inside was actually quite neat. There was a front desk,
and a small waiting area before a stairway leading upstairs,
leading to the rooms where the guest shall stay Shieta
presumed.
"Wait!" Elvira stops right as they were in the middle of the room.
She did so in an almost cartoony way, stopping instantly and
stiffing up, standing to her full height. Granted, she was short
but... heck. "... do we have... money?" She asks silently, leaning
to Shieta to whisper. That was the first time that she tries to be
silent, as she pulls her wallet from her skirt. "Ummm, let's
see..."
She didn't need long to count the coins but she had no idea how
much she actually had. So, the redhead needed to kind of visualize.
All Shieta heard was "... if three coins are one melon..."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Speak." It paused, annoyed at these delaying tactics. On
top of it all, it hated Kendo. Kendo was the cause of Jack's
weakness, of Jack's confusion, of Jack's recklessness. It supposed
it should thank Kendo; without those emotions, it would never have
been able to collect on its deal. But it had always had a soft spot
for Jack, a lost little girl who had been broken enough to talk to
it. And their conversations were always so fun.
Not-Jack tucked a tendrils of hair behind its ear, eyes glowing
menacingly. Its pointy teeth caught the light again, glinting.
Sera continued to watch the screen. "Ma-" She stopped for a moment,
trying to recollect her thoughts. "But Jack likes Kendo... Why is
she acting like that...?" She eventually lost interest in the
screen, continuing to bang on the door to get a guard's attention.
She'd get out of here if she were beaten and half dead if she had
to be. She needed to get back to them.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
“Little girl of clouds, you’re not escaping. I value my life, thank
you very much, I don’t need Andrea to come and torture the hell out
of me for letting you go. And please stop, you’re giving me a
headache. I’m sure you want to return to whoever the hell you
belong to alive, so I suggest you don’t irk me anymore.” A voice
answered her from behind the door, in a slightly miffed voice.
"Shadows." Not-Jack laughed, summoning a wall of darkness
that turned the apeara to wisps of shadow. "See, I can verbalize
and execute attacks too. Now speak before I kill you, and the
impish girl gets angry at me."
It turned to Arthur.
"Did you drug the kid or something? He doesn't usually have
violent tendencies towards Jack. And make no mistake, I won't feel
the pain. If he hurts us, he hurts Jack." Not-Jack looked at
its nails, bored.