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Remember, remember
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His jaws made an audible CLANG sound, fittingly due to their metallic nature. Everyone’s silence also helped that sound travel far, helping to further emphasize the sudden arrival of the large guest. Most scavengers within the room were paying attention to him, something that Devita didn’t like, since he was also part of that picture. Furthermore, he couldn’t help but feel extremely small next to the monstrous creature, whose head was that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, yet the body of King Kong. There was a large scar running around his neck, as if to imply someone willingly made him on purpose to be as dangerous as possible.
The T-rex monster finally began speaking with Devita.
“Well, hello there, lil’ birdy.” His jaws were made of platinum steel, and yet he still somehow managed to give a mocking smile as he said it.
Devita calmly moved himself backwards to give space, making sure not to jerk around or make sudden movement as one would do next to a large beast. He wasn’t sure if it was working, but the hope it gave to him was too good to pass up.
“I though’ everyun’ ‘s here ‘o hav’ good ole ‘ime! Why the silence?” His manner of speaking was a harsh drawl, sounding heavy and with each sentence ending with a clang. The T-rex then moved in to sit at the table Devita and Chiron was on. “Hey, waitress!” He called to the direction of the guild’s cook, an old rat lady wearing gaudy make-up, who was outside and smoking. “How abou’ you bring me some good grub here? Prethy lady.” Or maybe he was eyeing the young woman from the kingdom (which was obvious based on her clothes), who was next to the homeless looking guy with a man-bun, sitting on the floor. “I go’ the feeling this place has some good grub, huh?” Through his metallic jaw he gave another smile to Devita, keeping the lizard uncomfortable.
Why now of all times? Why couldn’t he be someplace else?
Devita couldn’t wrap his head around it, and worse off, this may make the situation messier than he had hoped already.
“Is that the man who you owe?” Chiron came from behind, scaring the poor lizard into defensive air slashing. Chiron simply looked around and motioned him to follow, which Devita did gladly, as long as he could get away for a while. Plus, he needed to think, and with whom to better think things through then the smartest centaur in the room. Meanwhile, the T-rex, named “Tyrant King” for your information, was being preoccupied by Schwarz.
“You gained some good weight, aint’ ya?”
“You dink sso?” Schwartz gave a genuine smile.
“Yeah, soon you gon be fa’ enuff’ to entur whale Olympics. If you don’ die of heart athack, firs’!” The T-rex laughed, while Schwartz kept grinning, unaware of what he meant by any of it.
As can be seen, “preoccupied” was the key word, since the beast seems to be blatantly poking fun of the guy.
“So it’s him?” Chiron asked again, now with both well-out of the earshot.
“Please, you gotta help us.” Devita pleaded in his sincerest tone, something he hated to do. “This guy…we accidentally broke his baby, his mode of transport, if you will. We wanted to ask ya to build it for us, then he already got a new one. And, he still wants money back. Last thing we want getting into trouble and be branded criminals, y’know.”
“How long has it been going?”
“…A month.”
“So that’s why you’ve been asking for more missions.” Chiron began. “And that’s why you attacked Aeschyl this morning!” He meant the turtle greaser, who was the guild’s “mailman”. “He scouted the Big T gang, and heard they were possessing Carnivasauruses!”
“Yeah, but quietly!” Devita raised his knife to shush him. Again, as he liked to point out, Chiron had ability to piece things together on drop of a dime.
Chiron sighed and went into a state of contemplation. He might have seen the pair as annoying, useless in the long-run even. But their bumbling personalities would be hard to replace, and they became pretty close colleagues by this point. Perhaps he may help them.
“Ya done chathing, ladies!?” The T-rex’s loud voice got the attention of both Devita and Chiron.
Devita was about to come up to him, when he felt Chiron tap his shoulder. The centaur pointed him to a direction of the door, behind several scavengers who were now back to seating, as most were back to normal. But then he noticed a single young human woman standing. It was Cassandra, and she seemed to be speaking through her walkie-talkie. If she has to call someone, it will likely reach the owner’s ears. Then, for his and Schwarz’s sake, he’d better deal with T-rex fast.
“Hey, um, Tyrant King!” Devita gave his best smile to the T-rex. The latter grinned back with his metal jaw again, though more so because he always enjoyed when people referred to him by his nickname. This of course unnerved Devita, but he continued, “It’s great to have you here! So I was wondering-“
“I’m here for my paymen’.” Tyrant King announced bluntly. Devita’s scales felt shivers go through them. Payment, he thought, are you kidding me? Now!?
“Well you see here…”
“Now how ‘bout you stop right there, little birdy.” The T-rex hand was laid on the Lizard’s tiny shoulder. He felt himself pushed down just from it alone. “I ain’ gonna wait no more for it. Y’see, I got this standard, and it says that if I have to wait more than a day to get something back, I might as well get rid of ‘em.”
“A day? But the past month-“
The T-rex non-chalantly took the knife that Devita had been twiddling with the entire time and brought it to his maw, before snapping it with one loud CLANG. And it was his hardest one to boot.
“Oh you sassing, lil’ birdy?” Pain shot to his shoulder as it got squeezed down. He felt one of his lungs getting compressed into a literal size of a lil’ birdy. “I jus’ had’n had the ‘ime ‘o geth around you, anyway. But now, how abou’ we do a lil’ demonstrashion in fron’ of an entire audience, huh?”
His body was lifted with little to no effort. The pain intensified little by little, and so did Devita’s realization of his upcoming doom. This is it. No more fame, no more future, no more life. And all because he ran in with a gang member.
“Ark!” Devita let out, losing his ability to breathe
“Now, now lil’ birdy, you ain’ squeeling for me yeth!”
“Sstop dat!”
Schwarz yelled from behind the T-rex, clearly upset with what was happening.
“Get back!” Chiron yelled. “Trying to kill him will brand you an ‘outlaw’!”
“I don’t kill! I make him sstop!” The large shark then charged himself right at the beast.
As his body hit him, the T-rex lost his balance and let go of Devita, who finally was able to breathe again as he fell on the floor.
“How abou’ you learn some manners, fatass!” Tyrant King roared and grabbed Devita, only this time by the shirt’s collar. Still, he was able to lift him with ease and chucked the poor guy at Schwartz.
Schwarz was able to catch Devita, with his face of course, and fell down backwards on his butt. Schwarz pulled Devita off of him and began checking, only to find that Devita was wincing and grabbing his own shoulder. At this point, the shark was becoming very unhappy by this whole thing.
“You two are funny comedians, you know that?” The T-rex started, clearly meaning to mock the two. “When I sended the’ Carnivasaurus to ya, I though’ for sure you’d be dead meat’! But I guess I shouldn’ have expec’ed otherwise from a couple o’ scavengers. And I know for sure, since I killed a few myself before.”
A moment barely passed by, when a table then flew to his face, but he barely flinched when it hit his face. Right after it, Schwarz began charging once again, being the one who threw it before.
“Are you making fun me? This baby is made of hardest metal alloy this side of this shithole of a desser’!”
Schwarz raised his fist. Is he trying to punch me? Where the thoughts of the T-rex. The Tyrant King mockingly raised his hand, clearly waiting until he could catch it. The punch landed right at his palm, as he expected. It then continued to push through with the same force, dragging his own hand and knock him in the jaw with enough force to send him flying back, which he didn’t expect.
The T-rex quickly recovered and got off his back, then saw Schwarz continue to go after him.
“You big, fat…” His metal jaw was in pain, so he pulled out his other weapon out, a spiked brass knuckle. The Tyrant King felt the shark grab his neck, which surprised him by how strong the grip was. Regardless, he had a clear shot. He swung his hand in, and Schwartz, completely unaware of the added material, was knocked right back down in most painful fashion.
“Idiot!” Devita cried, but Schwarz fell down in one hit. “What were you thinking? Hey, can you hear me?” There were no signs of movement. “Schwarz? Blubberfish?” No answer.
“That damn sack of…” He felt his metal jaw, finally noticing the dents. “He broke my jaw!!!” The guy was both surprised and pissed that someone could do it, and he had to pay a lot to get that one. And as he came closer to the duo, so did Devita.
“Wait!” The poor lizard got up on his feet, with his empty hands held up.
“Both of ya broke your las’ sthraw!”
“Just kill me, leave my buddy alone!” The Tyrant stopped, unexpected by the proposition. Devita’s body was shaking and he looked panicked, yet he insistently stood in between him and Schwarz. This guy was serious, the T-rex thought, He was ready to die for that fatass!
He took a look at both of his arms, and noticed that one of them were half-way raised and slowly falling down. He must have twisted his shoulder. And so, he grabbed that arm specifically, and just like he wanted, Devita cried out in pain, again.
“After what your guy pulled, I expect you to make I’ up for me!” And so, he raised the guy’s arm to his maw, ready to bite it off.
From the corner of his eye, he also noticed something else. Devita’s shirt was open, which showed a large, visible stitch all over his belly. This made him stop, and then chuckle
“What do we have here?” He pointed to it. Devita said nothing. “Guess we weren’t that different after all, huh? Betcha if you’ve lived though this, we could’ve been buddies, ‘stitches’!” He said hoping to inflict as much insult before proceeding to injury. He laughed outloud, clearly finally having fun, his maw being as wide open as he could then.
He then felt sharp pain within his metal jaw.
“What!?”
Something was stuck there, and hurt like a bitch. In swift movement, making an audible crack with his arm, Devita was now hanging off of behind T-rex’s neck.
“What are you-!”
Devita pulled the knife out, a spare one he had in person, he always had a spare one, and stabbed it deep into Tyrant’s King’s scars on the neck.
“HOWSABOUT A NEW STITCH, HUH?!”
The T-rex had no idea where that came from, and but could not do anything at this point anymore. Devita cleanly pulled the knife across beast’s neck, opening the throat, letting the blood out for all to be seen, much to audience’s shock. The Tyrant King had could not properly talk at this point, sputtering and coughing, and wildly flailing, but cursing all the same.
He fell down with a loud thud, jolting and twitching, but losing a lot of blood, unable to stop it. Last thing he considered was how rather quickly his life could ever end by someone else.
Devita picked himself up and moved over the body. Then he slumped down and put his hand across his face. Never mind the sounds of awe, cheer and disgust that everyone was now giving, Devita was completely broken. That’s it, he is finished. And the only thing he did was prolong the inevitable. Even if he killed one member, the rest will come and do much worse thing to him, like that one guy they forced to be pulled apart by dinosaurs or something. He killed, with multiple witnesses, and within guild’s ground.
He is finished.
“I want to hire you.”
Devita jilted back, looking to see from whom the proposition came from.
A humanoid creature, with black, furry mask over white skin, large ears and colorful suit. Next to him was odd looking boy, wearing a gamer hoodie.
“My name is Artemis.” He reached forward to shake hands. “Not many people know, but I own this guild. So, will you take my offer?”
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“So why exactly did you go back in time and hire them?”
Archie, now a “she”, reached over for tea bags. Artemis pulled the phone away and took another sip from his coffee cup.
“I can’t reveal that yet. Let’s just say, they are as much a benefit as they are an annoyance to me.”
Archie looked at his “owner”. What did he meant by that? He never really bothered anymore with remembering how they time-travelled, but going back in time to hire the same people they had in the present?
The teapot dinged, finally.
Well, back to normal, I guess. Can’t wait to see how Norm is doing.
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His jaws made an audible CLANG sound, fittingly due to their metallic nature. Everyone’s silence also helped that sound travel far, helping to further emphasize the sudden arrival of the large guest. Most scavengers within the room were paying attention to him, something that Devita didn’t like, since he was also part of that picture. Furthermore, he couldn’t help but feel extremely small next to the monstrous creature, whose head was that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, yet the body of King Kong. There was a large scar running around his neck, as if to imply someone willingly made him on purpose to be as dangerous as possible.
The T-rex monster finally began speaking with Devita.
“Well, hello there, lil’ birdy.” His jaws were made of platinum steel, and yet he still somehow managed to give a mocking smile as he said it.
Devita calmly moved himself backwards to give space, making sure not to jerk around or make sudden movement as one would do next to a large beast. He wasn’t sure if it was working, but the hope it gave to him was too good to pass up.
“I though’ everyun’ ‘s here ‘o hav’ good ole ‘ime! Why the silence?” His manner of speaking was a harsh drawl, sounding heavy and with each sentence ending with a clang. The T-rex then moved in to sit at the table Devita and Chiron was on. “Hey, waitress!” He called to the direction of the guild’s cook, an old rat lady wearing gaudy make-up, who was outside and smoking. “How abou’ you bring me some good grub here? Prethy lady.” Or maybe he was eyeing the young woman from the kingdom (which was obvious based on her clothes), who was next to the homeless looking guy with a man-bun, sitting on the floor. “I go’ the feeling this place has some good grub, huh?” Through his metallic jaw he gave another smile to Devita, keeping the lizard uncomfortable.
Why now of all times? Why couldn’t he be someplace else?
Devita couldn’t wrap his head around it, and worse off, this may make the situation messier than he had hoped already.
“Is that the man who you owe?” Chiron came from behind, scaring the poor lizard into defensive air slashing. Chiron simply looked around and motioned him to follow, which Devita did gladly, as long as he could get away for a while. Plus, he needed to think, and with whom to better think things through then the smartest centaur in the room. Meanwhile, the T-rex, named “Tyrant King” for your information, was being preoccupied by Schwarz.
“You gained some good weight, aint’ ya?”
“You dink sso?” Schwartz gave a genuine smile.
“Yeah, soon you gon be fa’ enuff’ to entur whale Olympics. If you don’ die of heart athack, firs’!” The T-rex laughed, while Schwartz kept grinning, unaware of what he meant by any of it.
As can be seen, “preoccupied” was the key word, since the beast seems to be blatantly poking fun of the guy.
“So it’s him?” Chiron asked again, now with both well-out of the earshot.
“Please, you gotta help us.” Devita pleaded in his sincerest tone, something he hated to do. “This guy…we accidentally broke his baby, his mode of transport, if you will. We wanted to ask ya to build it for us, then he already got a new one. And, he still wants money back. Last thing we want getting into trouble and be branded criminals, y’know.”
“How long has it been going?”
“…A month.”
“So that’s why you’ve been asking for more missions.” Chiron began. “And that’s why you attacked Aeschyl this morning!” He meant the turtle greaser, who was the guild’s “mailman”. “He scouted the Big T gang, and heard they were possessing Carnivasauruses!”
“Yeah, but quietly!” Devita raised his knife to shush him. Again, as he liked to point out, Chiron had ability to piece things together on drop of a dime.
Chiron sighed and went into a state of contemplation. He might have seen the pair as annoying, useless in the long-run even. But their bumbling personalities would be hard to replace, and they became pretty close colleagues by this point. Perhaps he may help them.
“Ya done chathing, ladies!?” The T-rex’s loud voice got the attention of both Devita and Chiron.
Devita was about to come up to him, when he felt Chiron tap his shoulder. The centaur pointed him to a direction of the door, behind several scavengers who were now back to seating, as most were back to normal. But then he noticed a single young human woman standing. It was Cassandra, and she seemed to be speaking through her walkie-talkie. If she has to call someone, it will likely reach the owner’s ears. Then, for his and Schwarz’s sake, he’d better deal with T-rex fast.
“Hey, um, Tyrant King!” Devita gave his best smile to the T-rex. The latter grinned back with his metal jaw again, though more so because he always enjoyed when people referred to him by his nickname. This of course unnerved Devita, but he continued, “It’s great to have you here! So I was wondering-“
“I’m here for my paymen’.” Tyrant King announced bluntly. Devita’s scales felt shivers go through them. Payment, he thought, are you kidding me? Now!?
“Well you see here…”
“Now how ‘bout you stop right there, little birdy.” The T-rex hand was laid on the Lizard’s tiny shoulder. He felt himself pushed down just from it alone. “I ain’ gonna wait no more for it. Y’see, I got this standard, and it says that if I have to wait more than a day to get something back, I might as well get rid of ‘em.”
“A day? But the past month-“
The T-rex non-chalantly took the knife that Devita had been twiddling with the entire time and brought it to his maw, before snapping it with one loud CLANG. And it was his hardest one to boot.
“Oh you sassing, lil’ birdy?” Pain shot to his shoulder as it got squeezed down. He felt one of his lungs getting compressed into a literal size of a lil’ birdy. “I jus’ had’n had the ‘ime ‘o geth around you, anyway. But now, how abou’ we do a lil’ demonstrashion in fron’ of an entire audience, huh?”
His body was lifted with little to no effort. The pain intensified little by little, and so did Devita’s realization of his upcoming doom. This is it. No more fame, no more future, no more life. And all because he ran in with a gang member.
“Ark!” Devita let out, losing his ability to breathe
“Now, now lil’ birdy, you ain’ squeeling for me yeth!”
“Sstop dat!”
Schwarz yelled from behind the T-rex, clearly upset with what was happening.
“Get back!” Chiron yelled. “Trying to kill him will brand you an ‘outlaw’!”
“I don’t kill! I make him sstop!” The large shark then charged himself right at the beast.
As his body hit him, the T-rex lost his balance and let go of Devita, who finally was able to breathe again as he fell on the floor.
“How abou’ you learn some manners, fatass!” Tyrant King roared and grabbed Devita, only this time by the shirt’s collar. Still, he was able to lift him with ease and chucked the poor guy at Schwartz.
Schwarz was able to catch Devita, with his face of course, and fell down backwards on his butt. Schwarz pulled Devita off of him and began checking, only to find that Devita was wincing and grabbing his own shoulder. At this point, the shark was becoming very unhappy by this whole thing.
“You two are funny comedians, you know that?” The T-rex started, clearly meaning to mock the two. “When I sended the’ Carnivasaurus to ya, I though’ for sure you’d be dead meat’! But I guess I shouldn’ have expec’ed otherwise from a couple o’ scavengers. And I know for sure, since I killed a few myself before.”
A moment barely passed by, when a table then flew to his face, but he barely flinched when it hit his face. Right after it, Schwarz began charging once again, being the one who threw it before.
“Are you making fun me? This baby is made of hardest metal alloy this side of this shithole of a desser’!”
Schwarz raised his fist. Is he trying to punch me? Where the thoughts of the T-rex. The Tyrant King mockingly raised his hand, clearly waiting until he could catch it. The punch landed right at his palm, as he expected. It then continued to push through with the same force, dragging his own hand and knock him in the jaw with enough force to send him flying back, which he didn’t expect.
The T-rex quickly recovered and got off his back, then saw Schwarz continue to go after him.
“You big, fat…” His metal jaw was in pain, so he pulled out his other weapon out, a spiked brass knuckle. The Tyrant King felt the shark grab his neck, which surprised him by how strong the grip was. Regardless, he had a clear shot. He swung his hand in, and Schwartz, completely unaware of the added material, was knocked right back down in most painful fashion.
“Idiot!” Devita cried, but Schwarz fell down in one hit. “What were you thinking? Hey, can you hear me?” There were no signs of movement. “Schwarz? Blubberfish?” No answer.
“That damn sack of…” He felt his metal jaw, finally noticing the dents. “He broke my jaw!!!” The guy was both surprised and pissed that someone could do it, and he had to pay a lot to get that one. And as he came closer to the duo, so did Devita.
“Wait!” The poor lizard got up on his feet, with his empty hands held up.
“Both of ya broke your las’ sthraw!”
“Just kill me, leave my buddy alone!” The Tyrant stopped, unexpected by the proposition. Devita’s body was shaking and he looked panicked, yet he insistently stood in between him and Schwarz. This guy was serious, the T-rex thought, He was ready to die for that fatass!
He took a look at both of his arms, and noticed that one of them were half-way raised and slowly falling down. He must have twisted his shoulder. And so, he grabbed that arm specifically, and just like he wanted, Devita cried out in pain, again.
“After what your guy pulled, I expect you to make I’ up for me!” And so, he raised the guy’s arm to his maw, ready to bite it off.
From the corner of his eye, he also noticed something else. Devita’s shirt was open, which showed a large, visible stitch all over his belly. This made him stop, and then chuckle
“What do we have here?” He pointed to it. Devita said nothing. “Guess we weren’t that different after all, huh? Betcha if you’ve lived though this, we could’ve been buddies, ‘stitches’!” He said hoping to inflict as much insult before proceeding to injury. He laughed outloud, clearly finally having fun, his maw being as wide open as he could then.
He then felt sharp pain within his metal jaw.
“What!?”
Something was stuck there, and hurt like a bitch. In swift movement, making an audible crack with his arm, Devita was now hanging off of behind T-rex’s neck.
“What are you-!”
Devita pulled the knife out, a spare one he had in person, he always had a spare one, and stabbed it deep into Tyrant’s King’s scars on the neck.
“HOWSABOUT A NEW STITCH, HUH?!”
The T-rex had no idea where that came from, and but could not do anything at this point anymore. Devita cleanly pulled the knife across beast’s neck, opening the throat, letting the blood out for all to be seen, much to audience’s shock. The Tyrant King had could not properly talk at this point, sputtering and coughing, and wildly flailing, but cursing all the same.
He fell down with a loud thud, jolting and twitching, but losing a lot of blood, unable to stop it. Last thing he considered was how rather quickly his life could ever end by someone else.
Devita picked himself up and moved over the body. Then he slumped down and put his hand across his face. Never mind the sounds of awe, cheer and disgust that everyone was now giving, Devita was completely broken. That’s it, he is finished. And the only thing he did was prolong the inevitable. Even if he killed one member, the rest will come and do much worse thing to him, like that one guy they forced to be pulled apart by dinosaurs or something. He killed, with multiple witnesses, and within guild’s ground.
He is finished.
“I want to hire you.”
Devita jilted back, looking to see from whom the proposition came from.
A humanoid creature, with black, furry mask over white skin, large ears and colorful suit. Next to him was odd looking boy, wearing a gamer hoodie.
“My name is Artemis.” He reached forward to shake hands. “Not many people know, but I own this guild. So, will you take my offer?”
…
“So why exactly did you go back in time and hire them?”
Archie, now a “she”, reached over for tea bags. Artemis pulled the phone away and took another sip from his coffee cup.
“I can’t reveal that yet. Let’s just say, they are as much a benefit as they are an annoyance to me.”
Archie looked at his “owner”. What did he meant by that? He never really bothered anymore with remembering how they time-travelled, but going back in time to hire the same people they had in the present?
The teapot dinged, finally.
Well, back to normal, I guess. Can’t wait to see how Norm is doing.
…
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