Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW.
Did I say ew? EW.
The Prince sent a small escort to investigate a case of missing "pets" for one of Etna's vassals. I'm here thinking, "Wow! I love hell corgis and nekomata! I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake!" Not to mention the Prince asked me to help! I was so thrilled, I would finally be able to show that I learned a lot while I was at training and I was surely NOT going to daydream or be distracted on this trip!
So hey, pets can't be troublesome.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I can't believe I got near that thing!
"Oh, Marionette! Go scout the boss!"
"Roger that, sir!"
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I think I'm supposed to be coherent, but its hard. I'm going to try, I really, really am.
So there I was with our Rogue, what's-his-name. Our mission was to loot as much as we could and cause as much pain as we could. Its not like the owner couldn't put his pets back together, right? (Did I forget to mention? They're zombies.) So, our rogue was putting on his gloves to investigate what he could steal. I was keeping a watch out for the Zombie's lackeys. Sniping one here, sniping another there. Piece of cake.
I turn over to our rogue and ask him how he's doing.
Apparently, he's decided to go for the ... th... the "gold" he tells me.
Apparently, these weren't ordinary zombies.
They were armed.
Armed to the teeth.
Or... should I say, armed in the ... oh, gosh I don't think I can even say it.
They were equipped.
So our rogue swipes his hand at the zombie.
What comes out?
"Lookie Marionette! I gots me a Horsies Wiener!"
Before the words even reach meaning to me, he shows me what it is.
"With one of these beauties, you'd know "Who's da man!""
Much to say, my arrow shot in the wrong direction. I think he's still recovering in the Castle's Hospital.
I'm still trying to wash the image from my mind. Until then, I'm going to go back to shop duties and use the money to pay for some Netherworldian Therapy. Agh.