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While The Bleeding Goat Tavern was the place to go for any criminal looking for work, it was also the best place to go if you just wanted to have a drink and a good time. It had a large selection of alcohol, ranging from some of the finest Scotch known to man to the cheapest piss that could barely be called beer. It also offered its clientele a decent range of entertainment, such as playing pool, tossing darts, pinball, slot machines, and sometimes live music. Some would consider this strange, arguing that the main reason for the Bleeding Goat was for the members of the Thieves Guild to meet up and find jobs, but the owners knew that many of their customers weren't always looking for work and just wanted some place to relax and have a good time. So, they made sure that their patrons had a reason to go there even if they weren't looking for work. Besides, it was usually when people (and orcs, and elves, and whatever else) just came there to have a good time that the most interesting deals took place.
So it was a popular place, but not everyone was allowed in there. You had to know the password, and the only ones that knew it were the members of the aforementioned Thieves Guild. While the name made it sound like a big, secret organization the truth was that the Thieves Guild was... well, barely organized. It's members didn't get any sort of membership ID, the only thing that proved that they actually were members was that they received an e-mail every month giving them the passwords to the different safehouses, but even then there was no guarantee that you would actually be let in. If the guards didn't recognize you they might keep you out, there had been instances where undercover cops had managed to sneak in after all, but they had always been kicked out before they managed to get any info on anyone there, usually because someone would recognize them. The Bleeding Goat Tavern was special in this regard as the law had never been able to breach it. They might've seen the outside of it, sure, but getting eyes inside was more or less impossible. It was heavily guarded by both technology and magic, thus guaranteeing its clientele that there would be no prying eyes or ears there.
Which meant that the inside housed every sort of criminal that New Orleans had to offer. Human hitmen, elvish burglars, orcish hackers (but let's be real, most of the orcs were thugs), basically every possible combination of race and criminal profession could be found there. So one would expect the Bleeding Goat to have a pretty quiet atmosphere, one where the various criminals sat facing each other and whispered words while planning their nefarious deeds. Sure, that did happen, but most of the time it was a lively place filled with laughter. This particular night was one of the quieter ones, probably because there were more jobs being planned around the tables than usual. One table stood out though as a lively conversation that was regularly broken up by loud laughs took place among the ones sitting around it.
"So wait, wait," said the tall elf with the white hair named Tenner, his accent sounding high-class british, "You mean to tell me that you honestly believe that the eighties was the greatest achievment of the human race? A decade in time shadows every other accomplishment they managed? What about the moon landing?"
"Aw, fock tha'," exclaimed Trevor 'Okie' O'Callahan, his thick accent which sounded like a weird mixture of Irish and Scottish ringing through the bar. "Lik', wha'? The' built a big focken' rocket an' sen' it to' a grey rock so Michae' Jacks'n could tak' a stroll onnit? Tha's no' great achi'vmen', tha's a waste o' cash!" A loud round of laughs erupted from the table, but Okie had no idea why, instead making a questioning gesture with his hands like he was asking what was so funny.
"Historical inaccuracies aside," said Tenner as he wiped a tear from his eye which he got from laughing at Okie's history lesson, "I do believe you are entirely wrong. The eighties was not an achievment created by the humans, it was just a period of time." He made a pause as he turned to the woman with the black hair. "No offense, my dear."
"None taken." The woman they called AJ replied with a shrug and an amused smile, knowing that he wasn't talking down to her entire race.
"Ya shou'd be!" Okie pointed at AJ, his vivid emerald green eyes widened. "Ya di' so many great t'ings in the eight'es, an' for this pale moron..." Okie's hand gestured towards Tenner, "... 'Ta say tha' it wa'n't an achi'vmen', tha's do'nrigh' insultin'!" Laughter erupted again, even from Tenner who knew that Okie meant no harm when he called him a 'pale moron'.
"But I don't get it Okie," AJ suddenly said after everyone around the table calmed down. "Why do you think the 80's are so great? I mean, you weren't even here to experience it."
"Ah, don' remin' me lass, you'll bre'k me h'art." Okie dramatically placed his hand on his chest and let a pained expression spread across his face. "If ther's on' thing tha' I'll always feel bad 'bo't it's no' goin' thro'gh on' o' the portals to this worl' soon 'nough t' be a part o' tha' fantastic decade."
"First of all," said Brett the gnome who's head just peered over the edge of the table, "The portals didn't open until, like, 10 years or so after the 80's ended, so no matter how early you went through one of them you wouldn't have been able to experience those years. And second of all, even if the portals had been open back then, aren't you too young to have even been born back then?" Brett, Tenner and AJ looked at Okie, waiting for his answer while he glared at Brett, a slight anger in his eyes mixed with a suppressed smile on his face.
"Yer no fun, ya kno' tha'?" Okie leaned back and tossed his legs up on the corner of the table, shifting his weight backwards so he balanced on only two legs of the chair. "O' course I kno' tha', but tha's 'sides the point! Th' point is... well..." Okie grew silent as he realized he wasn't sure what the point was. He was too young to truly have been able to experience the 80's, that was a fact, so what exactly was he arguing about? He pondered this in silence for a moment before remembering what it was all about.
"The eight'es is the greates' t'ing humans ever did! Tha's a fact! Lis'en, 'twas th' decade where Stallon' an' Shwa... Sshwa..." Okie struggled with pronouncing the name as he always did, giving it a few tries before giving up. "Stallon' an' Arnol' rul'd in th' movies, movies tha' should've won so many o' those li'le gold'n statues, ye kno'? An' ther' were so many other gre't films! Everythin' 'bout tha' decade was fantastic, th' movies tha' were all 'bout kickin' arse an' killin' th' bad guys, th' music tha' had th' mos' be'utiful message; ge' drunk an' fockin' party! An' th' clothes! By th' stars, th' clothes were amazin'!"
"Is that why you're dressed like some sorta Knight Rider-reject?" AJ's sudden comment made the table erupt in laughter, even Okie joining in on it and almost falling backward as he momentarily lost balance in the chair. Brett continually slammed the palm of his tiny hand against the edge of the table as he laughed hysterically, tears running from his eyes down his red face.
"Ha ha, o' my, tha's a good on' lass," Okie said as he was wiping tears away from his eyes, his face red from laughing so hard. "Hah, o' man. Bu' seriously, I look fockin' sharp, ye kno'?" Okie made a gesture with his hands as if to say 'take it all in' before grabbing the collar of his jacket and giving it a tug as if he was adjusting it.
Even though Okie loved the clothes he was wearing there was no doubt that his outfit was horribly outdated. The only things that could pass as actually being a part of this decade was his AC/DC t-shirt and his black and red sneakers. But combined with his leather jacket (which truly was from the eighties), his fingerless gloves made of leather, and his faded tight jeans which made his legs look even longer he looked like someone that had hitched a ride with Marty McFly in Back to the Future Part II. Most people thought he looked ridiculous, but in Okie's mind they must've been jealous, thinking that the humans were crazy to ever abandon the fashion of the 80's.
"Whatever you say, dear Okie." Tenner chuckled as he reached into his pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes. He placed one between his lips before starting to pat himself down, looking for a lighter.
"Now where in the bloody hell did I..."
"I gotcha' cov'red." Okie moved his feet of the table and leaned forward towards Tenner with his hand stretched out. He snapped his fingers and a small flame erupted from the tip of his thumb which Tenner used to light his cancerstick. A familiar shiver ran through Okie's body, one that felt really good. Against better judgment he wanted to hold on to it for a while longer, but reason kicked in and he put the fire out by rubbing his fingers against his thumb.
"Thanks ol' chap." Tenner took a drag on his cigarette before exhaling, sending a trail of smoke towards the ceiling.
"You gotta snap your fingers for that to happen?" AJ asked before taking a drink of her beer, glancing at Okie's hand.
"Nah," Okie replied, "Bu' i' looks cool, donnit?" He grinned at AJ as he wiggled his fingers in front of his face.
"So does that mean you're a wizard?" AJ asked the question as she set her beer down, a curious eyebrow raised.
"HA!" Brett pointed at Okie just after he let out a derisive laugh. "Okie a wizard? Please, that idiot doesn't even know how to read!"
"Fock you!" Okie grinned as he flipped off Brett. " I can re'd! Jus', don' always feel lik' it, y'kno'."
"To answer your question," Tenner suddenly chimed in, knowing that Brett and Okie weren't about to. "No, our dear Okie here is not a wizard. In fact, he's a sorcerer." AJ tilted her head and furrowed her brows.
"What's the difference," she asked.
"A wizard learns magic, a sorcerer's born with it." Brett spoke casually before downing the rest of his beer.
"That is... actually correct." There was a hint of surprise in Tenner's voice before continuing. "Theoretically anyone can learn magic. But it is a lot of work, and even those that might be considered 'gifted', meaning that they seem to have been born with the necessary skills to easily pick up magic, might not never actually learn how to do it. Now, Okie here..." Tenner pointed at Okie who simply grinned at AJ as he raised his glass at her. "His magical abilities has been passed down genetically, meaning that his ancestors were also sorcerers."
"But, how does someone become a sorcerer in the first place?" AJ asked the question as her eyes darted between Okie and Tenner. "I mean, you said that a sorcerers abilities are passed down genetically, but how does it start? You can't just suddenly become a sorcerer, can you?"
"Well, yes and no." Okie leaned back in his chair and just listened to Tenner, content in letting him answer AJ's questions while he sipped on his beer. "Someone who is born without magical abilities can not become a sorcerer, but someone who is not a sorcerer can give birth to one. Now, this does not just happen for no reason, but there are several things that can make your unborn child a sorcerer. You could come in contact with direct magical energy, it could be divine intervention..."
An excited but childish giggle from Okie interrupted Tenner who just shook his head in response before turning to him with an amused look on his face.
"You are a child, you know that?"
"Yer jus' fockin' je'lous!" Okie grinned at Tenner with a smile so wide it seemed like it would tear his face apart. "Le's face it, I go' th' more badass fam'ly tree!" AJ's eyes zipped between the two men who seemed to have forgotten about her and her questions.
"What? How did he become a sorcerer?" AJ pointed at Okie as she asked Tenner, but Okie immediately turned to her with a grin on his face.
"Only in th' mos' fockin' 'mazin' way ever!" This was a story that Okie loved to tell people, mainly because so very few seemed to believe it. He was constantly called a liar when he told it, but that just made it more fun for him. Okie knew he was telling the truth, and the truth was truly unbelievable, especially for the humans.
"OK," said Okie as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on AJ. "No' lis'en clos'..."
A familiar song suddenly started playing behind Okie. It didn't come from the jukebox, that was on the other side of the room. No, the source of this song came from something else, something that made the entire bar go quiet, all heads turned towards the the short figure by the entrance. All except Okies that is. He froze mid-sentence, his lips slightly parted as he had just been about to say something, his hand hovering above the table, shaking slightly. He carefully glanced over at Tenner who was staring at the person by the entrance. Okie had heard that song before, and he knew a very specific person who used it as her ringtone.
"Tha'... tha's no'..."
“Shit, H-Hello?” Okie's eyes widened when he heard the voice. It was her. The biggest pain in Okie's ass which came in an ironically small package. How the hell had she gotten past the guard?
“Dude. I'm workin' here. What? Yeah. Yeah. No. No. Cuz I sez. I'm the boss, remember? Now get your blue haired hippy ass into gear before I shove my foot so far up your ass I'll tickle your tonsils. Wait...Elves have tonsils, right? Hello?”
Nikki's conversation on the phone didn't really register with Okie, probably because his heart was hammering inside his chest, effectively drowning out all other noises. But as she was on the phone Okie stood up, slowly. He carefully turned around as if any sudden movements would attract attention from predators, which was pretty fitting as he just knew that Nikki was looking for him. His eyes fell upon her just as she finished her conversation and their eyes met as they stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity for Okie. He had to get out of there, but he had to make sure that Nikki couldn't follow him either. Okie quickly reached into his jacket, having come up with a plan.
"Fellas!" The loud exclamation made the entire bar look at him as he held his fist up in the air, a wad of dollar bills sticking out between his fingers. "Keep her occupi'd an' th' next ro'nds on me!" He slammed the money down on the table, the loud slam easily heard throughout the bar.
“-'ey! I just need to ask you--” Okie didn't stick around to hear what Nikki had to say, instead he took off at full speed, rounding the corner of the bar and bolting through a door just next to it. Behind the door was a long hallway, badly lit up by lights which made the white walls look yellow. Not that that was Okie's biggest concern right now, he had to get the hell out of there. He had bought himself some time, and hopefully his equally morally challenged friends would stop her, but he wasn't counting on it. Despite Nikki being severely outnumbered Okie knew that she was a slippery bastard that always managed to catch up to him. It wasn't the first time she was chasing him, she regularly came to him looking for some sort of information that he wasn't too willing to share. But hey, nothing a little blackmail couldn't fix, right?
Okie rounded a corner and bounced off a wall before continuing his escape, heading for the large metal door which was about 60 feet in front of him. He took a look over his shoulder as he ran, wondering if Nikki was following him but he couldn't see her. After running up to the door he quickly turned the handle and yanked the door open, revealing the restaurant kitchen that was behind it. As the door slammed open all eyes in the kitchen turned towards Okie who had momentarily stopped running, catching his breath as he felt his beer wanting to travel up his throat.
“Come back here you fat bearded bitch!” Nikki's voice echoed behind him which made him curse under his breath, disappointed that his associates hadn't been able to keep her occupied for longer. "I wan' me foggin' money back!"
"Ye haven' seen me!" Okie yelled at the people working in the kitchen before taking off again, running through the kitchen past the people working by the stoves. He knew where he was heading, and after running through two large plastic doors he found himself on the loading dock which he promptly jumped down from, barely stopping before running off again. The street was coming closer and he looked across it as he kept running, noticing the alley between the buildings.
"I ca' lose her ther'!" He had his goal set and kept his eyes focused on it as he ran into the middle of the street. A horn blared to his left and Okie turned his head to see an old pickup heading towards him just a few feet away.
"Shite!" Immediately the energy started building up at the bottom of his right foot which was planted against the asphalt, and without having the time to fully control it Okie released the blast, an explosion erupting beneath his foot which made the asphalt crack but also flinged Okie through the air as intended. But since he did not have the time to fully prepare it he lost his balance mid-air, his arms flailing as he tried to regain control. Unfortunately for him he wasn't able to, instead he came crashing down on the sidewalk before tumbling into a trashcan which looked like it exploded as all sorts of garbage shot out of it from the sudden impact.
"Aaw, fock me arse!" Okie groaned as he got back up on his feet, stumbling forward as he made his way into the alley, needing a few hobbling steps before he was able to properly run again.
So it was a popular place, but not everyone was allowed in there. You had to know the password, and the only ones that knew it were the members of the aforementioned Thieves Guild. While the name made it sound like a big, secret organization the truth was that the Thieves Guild was... well, barely organized. It's members didn't get any sort of membership ID, the only thing that proved that they actually were members was that they received an e-mail every month giving them the passwords to the different safehouses, but even then there was no guarantee that you would actually be let in. If the guards didn't recognize you they might keep you out, there had been instances where undercover cops had managed to sneak in after all, but they had always been kicked out before they managed to get any info on anyone there, usually because someone would recognize them. The Bleeding Goat Tavern was special in this regard as the law had never been able to breach it. They might've seen the outside of it, sure, but getting eyes inside was more or less impossible. It was heavily guarded by both technology and magic, thus guaranteeing its clientele that there would be no prying eyes or ears there.
Which meant that the inside housed every sort of criminal that New Orleans had to offer. Human hitmen, elvish burglars, orcish hackers (but let's be real, most of the orcs were thugs), basically every possible combination of race and criminal profession could be found there. So one would expect the Bleeding Goat to have a pretty quiet atmosphere, one where the various criminals sat facing each other and whispered words while planning their nefarious deeds. Sure, that did happen, but most of the time it was a lively place filled with laughter. This particular night was one of the quieter ones, probably because there were more jobs being planned around the tables than usual. One table stood out though as a lively conversation that was regularly broken up by loud laughs took place among the ones sitting around it.
"So wait, wait," said the tall elf with the white hair named Tenner, his accent sounding high-class british, "You mean to tell me that you honestly believe that the eighties was the greatest achievment of the human race? A decade in time shadows every other accomplishment they managed? What about the moon landing?"
"Aw, fock tha'," exclaimed Trevor 'Okie' O'Callahan, his thick accent which sounded like a weird mixture of Irish and Scottish ringing through the bar. "Lik', wha'? The' built a big focken' rocket an' sen' it to' a grey rock so Michae' Jacks'n could tak' a stroll onnit? Tha's no' great achi'vmen', tha's a waste o' cash!" A loud round of laughs erupted from the table, but Okie had no idea why, instead making a questioning gesture with his hands like he was asking what was so funny.
"Historical inaccuracies aside," said Tenner as he wiped a tear from his eye which he got from laughing at Okie's history lesson, "I do believe you are entirely wrong. The eighties was not an achievment created by the humans, it was just a period of time." He made a pause as he turned to the woman with the black hair. "No offense, my dear."
"None taken." The woman they called AJ replied with a shrug and an amused smile, knowing that he wasn't talking down to her entire race.
"Ya shou'd be!" Okie pointed at AJ, his vivid emerald green eyes widened. "Ya di' so many great t'ings in the eight'es, an' for this pale moron..." Okie's hand gestured towards Tenner, "... 'Ta say tha' it wa'n't an achi'vmen', tha's do'nrigh' insultin'!" Laughter erupted again, even from Tenner who knew that Okie meant no harm when he called him a 'pale moron'.
"But I don't get it Okie," AJ suddenly said after everyone around the table calmed down. "Why do you think the 80's are so great? I mean, you weren't even here to experience it."
"Ah, don' remin' me lass, you'll bre'k me h'art." Okie dramatically placed his hand on his chest and let a pained expression spread across his face. "If ther's on' thing tha' I'll always feel bad 'bo't it's no' goin' thro'gh on' o' the portals to this worl' soon 'nough t' be a part o' tha' fantastic decade."
"First of all," said Brett the gnome who's head just peered over the edge of the table, "The portals didn't open until, like, 10 years or so after the 80's ended, so no matter how early you went through one of them you wouldn't have been able to experience those years. And second of all, even if the portals had been open back then, aren't you too young to have even been born back then?" Brett, Tenner and AJ looked at Okie, waiting for his answer while he glared at Brett, a slight anger in his eyes mixed with a suppressed smile on his face.
"Yer no fun, ya kno' tha'?" Okie leaned back and tossed his legs up on the corner of the table, shifting his weight backwards so he balanced on only two legs of the chair. "O' course I kno' tha', but tha's 'sides the point! Th' point is... well..." Okie grew silent as he realized he wasn't sure what the point was. He was too young to truly have been able to experience the 80's, that was a fact, so what exactly was he arguing about? He pondered this in silence for a moment before remembering what it was all about.
"The eight'es is the greates' t'ing humans ever did! Tha's a fact! Lis'en, 'twas th' decade where Stallon' an' Shwa... Sshwa..." Okie struggled with pronouncing the name as he always did, giving it a few tries before giving up. "Stallon' an' Arnol' rul'd in th' movies, movies tha' should've won so many o' those li'le gold'n statues, ye kno'? An' ther' were so many other gre't films! Everythin' 'bout tha' decade was fantastic, th' movies tha' were all 'bout kickin' arse an' killin' th' bad guys, th' music tha' had th' mos' be'utiful message; ge' drunk an' fockin' party! An' th' clothes! By th' stars, th' clothes were amazin'!"
"Is that why you're dressed like some sorta Knight Rider-reject?" AJ's sudden comment made the table erupt in laughter, even Okie joining in on it and almost falling backward as he momentarily lost balance in the chair. Brett continually slammed the palm of his tiny hand against the edge of the table as he laughed hysterically, tears running from his eyes down his red face.
"Ha ha, o' my, tha's a good on' lass," Okie said as he was wiping tears away from his eyes, his face red from laughing so hard. "Hah, o' man. Bu' seriously, I look fockin' sharp, ye kno'?" Okie made a gesture with his hands as if to say 'take it all in' before grabbing the collar of his jacket and giving it a tug as if he was adjusting it.
Even though Okie loved the clothes he was wearing there was no doubt that his outfit was horribly outdated. The only things that could pass as actually being a part of this decade was his AC/DC t-shirt and his black and red sneakers. But combined with his leather jacket (which truly was from the eighties), his fingerless gloves made of leather, and his faded tight jeans which made his legs look even longer he looked like someone that had hitched a ride with Marty McFly in Back to the Future Part II. Most people thought he looked ridiculous, but in Okie's mind they must've been jealous, thinking that the humans were crazy to ever abandon the fashion of the 80's.
"Whatever you say, dear Okie." Tenner chuckled as he reached into his pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes. He placed one between his lips before starting to pat himself down, looking for a lighter.
"Now where in the bloody hell did I..."
"I gotcha' cov'red." Okie moved his feet of the table and leaned forward towards Tenner with his hand stretched out. He snapped his fingers and a small flame erupted from the tip of his thumb which Tenner used to light his cancerstick. A familiar shiver ran through Okie's body, one that felt really good. Against better judgment he wanted to hold on to it for a while longer, but reason kicked in and he put the fire out by rubbing his fingers against his thumb.
"Thanks ol' chap." Tenner took a drag on his cigarette before exhaling, sending a trail of smoke towards the ceiling.
"You gotta snap your fingers for that to happen?" AJ asked before taking a drink of her beer, glancing at Okie's hand.
"Nah," Okie replied, "Bu' i' looks cool, donnit?" He grinned at AJ as he wiggled his fingers in front of his face.
"So does that mean you're a wizard?" AJ asked the question as she set her beer down, a curious eyebrow raised.
"HA!" Brett pointed at Okie just after he let out a derisive laugh. "Okie a wizard? Please, that idiot doesn't even know how to read!"
"Fock you!" Okie grinned as he flipped off Brett. " I can re'd! Jus', don' always feel lik' it, y'kno'."
"To answer your question," Tenner suddenly chimed in, knowing that Brett and Okie weren't about to. "No, our dear Okie here is not a wizard. In fact, he's a sorcerer." AJ tilted her head and furrowed her brows.
"What's the difference," she asked.
"A wizard learns magic, a sorcerer's born with it." Brett spoke casually before downing the rest of his beer.
"That is... actually correct." There was a hint of surprise in Tenner's voice before continuing. "Theoretically anyone can learn magic. But it is a lot of work, and even those that might be considered 'gifted', meaning that they seem to have been born with the necessary skills to easily pick up magic, might not never actually learn how to do it. Now, Okie here..." Tenner pointed at Okie who simply grinned at AJ as he raised his glass at her. "His magical abilities has been passed down genetically, meaning that his ancestors were also sorcerers."
"But, how does someone become a sorcerer in the first place?" AJ asked the question as her eyes darted between Okie and Tenner. "I mean, you said that a sorcerers abilities are passed down genetically, but how does it start? You can't just suddenly become a sorcerer, can you?"
"Well, yes and no." Okie leaned back in his chair and just listened to Tenner, content in letting him answer AJ's questions while he sipped on his beer. "Someone who is born without magical abilities can not become a sorcerer, but someone who is not a sorcerer can give birth to one. Now, this does not just happen for no reason, but there are several things that can make your unborn child a sorcerer. You could come in contact with direct magical energy, it could be divine intervention..."
An excited but childish giggle from Okie interrupted Tenner who just shook his head in response before turning to him with an amused look on his face.
"You are a child, you know that?"
"Yer jus' fockin' je'lous!" Okie grinned at Tenner with a smile so wide it seemed like it would tear his face apart. "Le's face it, I go' th' more badass fam'ly tree!" AJ's eyes zipped between the two men who seemed to have forgotten about her and her questions.
"What? How did he become a sorcerer?" AJ pointed at Okie as she asked Tenner, but Okie immediately turned to her with a grin on his face.
"Only in th' mos' fockin' 'mazin' way ever!" This was a story that Okie loved to tell people, mainly because so very few seemed to believe it. He was constantly called a liar when he told it, but that just made it more fun for him. Okie knew he was telling the truth, and the truth was truly unbelievable, especially for the humans.
"OK," said Okie as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on AJ. "No' lis'en clos'..."
A familiar song suddenly started playing behind Okie. It didn't come from the jukebox, that was on the other side of the room. No, the source of this song came from something else, something that made the entire bar go quiet, all heads turned towards the the short figure by the entrance. All except Okies that is. He froze mid-sentence, his lips slightly parted as he had just been about to say something, his hand hovering above the table, shaking slightly. He carefully glanced over at Tenner who was staring at the person by the entrance. Okie had heard that song before, and he knew a very specific person who used it as her ringtone.
"Tha'... tha's no'..."
“Shit, H-Hello?” Okie's eyes widened when he heard the voice. It was her. The biggest pain in Okie's ass which came in an ironically small package. How the hell had she gotten past the guard?
“Dude. I'm workin' here. What? Yeah. Yeah. No. No. Cuz I sez. I'm the boss, remember? Now get your blue haired hippy ass into gear before I shove my foot so far up your ass I'll tickle your tonsils. Wait...Elves have tonsils, right? Hello?”
Nikki's conversation on the phone didn't really register with Okie, probably because his heart was hammering inside his chest, effectively drowning out all other noises. But as she was on the phone Okie stood up, slowly. He carefully turned around as if any sudden movements would attract attention from predators, which was pretty fitting as he just knew that Nikki was looking for him. His eyes fell upon her just as she finished her conversation and their eyes met as they stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity for Okie. He had to get out of there, but he had to make sure that Nikki couldn't follow him either. Okie quickly reached into his jacket, having come up with a plan.
"Fellas!" The loud exclamation made the entire bar look at him as he held his fist up in the air, a wad of dollar bills sticking out between his fingers. "Keep her occupi'd an' th' next ro'nds on me!" He slammed the money down on the table, the loud slam easily heard throughout the bar.
“-'ey! I just need to ask you--” Okie didn't stick around to hear what Nikki had to say, instead he took off at full speed, rounding the corner of the bar and bolting through a door just next to it. Behind the door was a long hallway, badly lit up by lights which made the white walls look yellow. Not that that was Okie's biggest concern right now, he had to get the hell out of there. He had bought himself some time, and hopefully his equally morally challenged friends would stop her, but he wasn't counting on it. Despite Nikki being severely outnumbered Okie knew that she was a slippery bastard that always managed to catch up to him. It wasn't the first time she was chasing him, she regularly came to him looking for some sort of information that he wasn't too willing to share. But hey, nothing a little blackmail couldn't fix, right?
Okie rounded a corner and bounced off a wall before continuing his escape, heading for the large metal door which was about 60 feet in front of him. He took a look over his shoulder as he ran, wondering if Nikki was following him but he couldn't see her. After running up to the door he quickly turned the handle and yanked the door open, revealing the restaurant kitchen that was behind it. As the door slammed open all eyes in the kitchen turned towards Okie who had momentarily stopped running, catching his breath as he felt his beer wanting to travel up his throat.
“Come back here you fat bearded bitch!” Nikki's voice echoed behind him which made him curse under his breath, disappointed that his associates hadn't been able to keep her occupied for longer. "I wan' me foggin' money back!"
"Ye haven' seen me!" Okie yelled at the people working in the kitchen before taking off again, running through the kitchen past the people working by the stoves. He knew where he was heading, and after running through two large plastic doors he found himself on the loading dock which he promptly jumped down from, barely stopping before running off again. The street was coming closer and he looked across it as he kept running, noticing the alley between the buildings.
"I ca' lose her ther'!" He had his goal set and kept his eyes focused on it as he ran into the middle of the street. A horn blared to his left and Okie turned his head to see an old pickup heading towards him just a few feet away.
"Shite!" Immediately the energy started building up at the bottom of his right foot which was planted against the asphalt, and without having the time to fully control it Okie released the blast, an explosion erupting beneath his foot which made the asphalt crack but also flinged Okie through the air as intended. But since he did not have the time to fully prepare it he lost his balance mid-air, his arms flailing as he tried to regain control. Unfortunately for him he wasn't able to, instead he came crashing down on the sidewalk before tumbling into a trashcan which looked like it exploded as all sorts of garbage shot out of it from the sudden impact.
"Aaw, fock me arse!" Okie groaned as he got back up on his feet, stumbling forward as he made his way into the alley, needing a few hobbling steps before he was able to properly run again.
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Okie hobbled into the alley with his hand on his hip. It hurt like hell which wasn't that strange since he landed on it after he flung himself up in the air to avoid the car but it didn't feel like he broke anything. Not that he was an expert on the subject, but he could move and didn't feel any broken bones poking out through his skin so he assumed he would be OK.
"Fockin' shite, fockin' hell, fock ev'rythin'!" That didn't stop him from cursing like a sailor as he went deeper into the alley. The pain in his leg was not as sharp any longer and he was picking up speed, but thanks to a combination of having to run just as he was drinking and the smell of garbage clinging to him his stomach was in an uproar, gurgling sounds escaping from it as he forced himself forward.
"Tha' fockin' lass will be th' death o' me!" Okie let out a sour belch as tossed away a burger wrapper that had been stuck to his elbow. He was a sorry sight to behold as all sorts of garbage was stuck to him. Cigarette butts in his hair, rancid ketchup on his face, old beer over his pants and mud smeared all over the side of his jacket. At least he hoped it was mud, though he had no idea why there would be mud in a trashcan. That didn't matter at the moment though, he had to keep going. With a little luck Nikki hadn't seen him head into the alley and he would be able to shake her, it wasn't likely that the kitchen staff would've told Nikki where he was going after all.
"Hey!" Okie's eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder, how the hell did she catch up? He gritted his teeth, doing his best to block out the pain in his leg. Not this time. This time he would get away from her, he just had to bite through the pain. Maybe launch himself up on one of the buildings. Yeah, he could do this, this time she wouldn't catch him. Okie was certain of it.
For about 0.4 seconds at least. That was how long it took for Okie to look back at Nikki and then hear a mechanical sound in front of him. A sound that could be translated to 'there's a bullet in the chamber right now, do something stupid and it's going to end up in your ass'. The sound was also good for catching someone's attention, and it sure caught Okie's. His head snapped forward and he came to a screeching halt as Nikki suddenly was right in front of him, aiming her gun which seemed to be about four sizes too big for her right at his face, making him stare down the barrel of it as he stumbled forward before coming to a halt.
“Freeze Muthafuckah! Oh I will fill you so full of lead you'll be using your dick for a pencil!” Okie's hands shot up in the air as he took a step back to regain his balance. He looked down on his tiny nemesis as he forced an uncertain smile at her which soon became more relaxed and looked genuine.
"Ay, hi ther' lass, fancy meetin' ya her'. Ya com' her' of'en?" Okie wasn't sure how Nikki had managed to suddenly appear in front of him, but he guessed Nikki had used some sort of spell that allowed her to teleport. That was actually to Okie's advantage right now. Nikki was close, far closer than she should be and definitely within Okie's reach. He could easily smack the gun out of her hand and set off a blast that would take him up on one of the roofs. All he needed was to make Nikki drop her guard a little and he could set his plan in motion. Knowing that he could still get away made him smirk at her, unable to keep his cool as he for once would get the better of Nikki Sweet.
“Seriously though, freeze.” Okie suddenly heard Nikki's voice behind him. He jolted before looking over his shoulder again, seeing Nikki walk towards him. She looked far worse than the Nikki in front of him and Okie's eyes darted between the two, his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend the situation.
"Wha' th' fock? How th' hell... wait..." Okie looked at the Nikki in front of him again, even leaning forward to really get a good look at her. Suddenly she looked strange, still there but there was definitely something different about her, something that didn't look natural. He squinted his eyes as he dropped his hands, one of them reaching out for her shoulder and giving it a push. But as he suspected his hand continued right through her shoulder like she wasn't there, which it was now obvious to Okie that she actually wasn't.
"Ah fo' focks sake lass!" Okie spun around and glared angrily at the real Nikki as he pointed at the doppelganger behind him. "Ar' ya shittin' me!? Ya hav' t' pull this shite t' catch me no'? Tha's fockin' cheatin'!" It was interesting to hear Okie claim that Nikki was cheating since there weren't any rules to this. Most likely Okie was simply frustrated that he wasn't able to outrun her. He had never been able to do that, but this time he actually had a chance to do it, that is if it had been the real Nikki in front of him instead of the doppelganger.
"Fock!" Out of frustration Okie turned around and aimed a kick at the doppelganger, needing to take out his frustration on something. The illusion was a bad choice since his legs continued right through it, his leg continuing forward with such force that he lost his footing and became momentarily airborne before crashing to the ground face-first with a heavy thump.
"Ooof!" Okie remained on the ground for a moment, groaning as he got up on his hands and knees. His breathing was ragged from the air being knocked out of his lungs as he fell to the ground and he grimaced as the stench of garbage hit his nose again.
"O', fock me... ya can'... can'... 'scuse me." With that Okie suddenly threw up on the ground below him, the contents of his stomach (which was mostly cheap beer) running up his throat at a fast pace. The yellow sludge made a puddle in front of him and he spit in it a few times as he tried to get rid of the last chunks in his mouth.
"Ya can' keep chasin' me after I been drinkin' lass," Okie said as he got up on his feet, reaching into his jacket. "I's no' like I enjoy pukin' me guts out." He found the metallic flask he was looking for and unscrewed the cap, quickly bringing it to his mouth and taking a swig. He didn't swallow it though, instead he swished it around in his mouth for a second before spitting it out on the ground. Okie then took another swig, this time swallowing it since he could feel himself becoming dangerously sober. Adding in that he wasn't feeling too good right now and he knew that he needed something to keep himself from feeling better the easy way, and the easy way... well, Okie knew too well what would happen if you took that way too many times. Even as he flew through the air out of control he had that feeling of euphoria but that time he didn't have a choice. Had he not done something he would be splattered out on the street right now.
"Ugh." Okie grimaced as he swallowed the whiskey down, definitely not enjoying the taste. "Ya kno' how they in th' movies the' always drink scotch an' go 'smoot''? No' wit' this piss lov', it mus' be jet fu'l or som'thin'." Despite not showing any love for how his Norwegian whiskey tasted he still took another swig before holding out the open flask to Nikki. "Ya won' on'?"
Okie screwed the cap back on the flask and stuffed it into his pocket before looking at Nikki again.
"Wha' is it this time lass?" Okie made a defeated gesture with his hands, knowing that he didn't have a chance to get away from her right now. "I kno' ya hav' som'thin' ya wanna ask me, i's no' like ya ever com' t' see me t' giv' me a su'prise blo'job or 'nythin'." Considering the familiar tone Okie used as he talked to Nikki you could mistakingly think they were in some sort of relationship. Fact was that they weren't, at all. Nikki had just chased him down so many times and pressed him for information that they almost had something akin to a routine by now, and Okie hated it. He always lost, always giving up some sort of information that could possibly end up hurting one of his comrades in the Thieves Guild. While he did believe in honor among thieves and all that it wasn't easy to stand your ground when the private detective that looked like a kid playing dress-up always knew what you had been up to, somehow having surveillance footage of every job you've ever pulled.
"Fockin' shite, fockin' hell, fock ev'rythin'!" That didn't stop him from cursing like a sailor as he went deeper into the alley. The pain in his leg was not as sharp any longer and he was picking up speed, but thanks to a combination of having to run just as he was drinking and the smell of garbage clinging to him his stomach was in an uproar, gurgling sounds escaping from it as he forced himself forward.
"Tha' fockin' lass will be th' death o' me!" Okie let out a sour belch as tossed away a burger wrapper that had been stuck to his elbow. He was a sorry sight to behold as all sorts of garbage was stuck to him. Cigarette butts in his hair, rancid ketchup on his face, old beer over his pants and mud smeared all over the side of his jacket. At least he hoped it was mud, though he had no idea why there would be mud in a trashcan. That didn't matter at the moment though, he had to keep going. With a little luck Nikki hadn't seen him head into the alley and he would be able to shake her, it wasn't likely that the kitchen staff would've told Nikki where he was going after all.
"Hey!" Okie's eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder, how the hell did she catch up? He gritted his teeth, doing his best to block out the pain in his leg. Not this time. This time he would get away from her, he just had to bite through the pain. Maybe launch himself up on one of the buildings. Yeah, he could do this, this time she wouldn't catch him. Okie was certain of it.
For about 0.4 seconds at least. That was how long it took for Okie to look back at Nikki and then hear a mechanical sound in front of him. A sound that could be translated to 'there's a bullet in the chamber right now, do something stupid and it's going to end up in your ass'. The sound was also good for catching someone's attention, and it sure caught Okie's. His head snapped forward and he came to a screeching halt as Nikki suddenly was right in front of him, aiming her gun which seemed to be about four sizes too big for her right at his face, making him stare down the barrel of it as he stumbled forward before coming to a halt.
“Freeze Muthafuckah! Oh I will fill you so full of lead you'll be using your dick for a pencil!” Okie's hands shot up in the air as he took a step back to regain his balance. He looked down on his tiny nemesis as he forced an uncertain smile at her which soon became more relaxed and looked genuine.
"Ay, hi ther' lass, fancy meetin' ya her'. Ya com' her' of'en?" Okie wasn't sure how Nikki had managed to suddenly appear in front of him, but he guessed Nikki had used some sort of spell that allowed her to teleport. That was actually to Okie's advantage right now. Nikki was close, far closer than she should be and definitely within Okie's reach. He could easily smack the gun out of her hand and set off a blast that would take him up on one of the roofs. All he needed was to make Nikki drop her guard a little and he could set his plan in motion. Knowing that he could still get away made him smirk at her, unable to keep his cool as he for once would get the better of Nikki Sweet.
“Seriously though, freeze.” Okie suddenly heard Nikki's voice behind him. He jolted before looking over his shoulder again, seeing Nikki walk towards him. She looked far worse than the Nikki in front of him and Okie's eyes darted between the two, his eyes wide as he tried to comprehend the situation.
"Wha' th' fock? How th' hell... wait..." Okie looked at the Nikki in front of him again, even leaning forward to really get a good look at her. Suddenly she looked strange, still there but there was definitely something different about her, something that didn't look natural. He squinted his eyes as he dropped his hands, one of them reaching out for her shoulder and giving it a push. But as he suspected his hand continued right through her shoulder like she wasn't there, which it was now obvious to Okie that she actually wasn't.
"Ah fo' focks sake lass!" Okie spun around and glared angrily at the real Nikki as he pointed at the doppelganger behind him. "Ar' ya shittin' me!? Ya hav' t' pull this shite t' catch me no'? Tha's fockin' cheatin'!" It was interesting to hear Okie claim that Nikki was cheating since there weren't any rules to this. Most likely Okie was simply frustrated that he wasn't able to outrun her. He had never been able to do that, but this time he actually had a chance to do it, that is if it had been the real Nikki in front of him instead of the doppelganger.
"Fock!" Out of frustration Okie turned around and aimed a kick at the doppelganger, needing to take out his frustration on something. The illusion was a bad choice since his legs continued right through it, his leg continuing forward with such force that he lost his footing and became momentarily airborne before crashing to the ground face-first with a heavy thump.
"Ooof!" Okie remained on the ground for a moment, groaning as he got up on his hands and knees. His breathing was ragged from the air being knocked out of his lungs as he fell to the ground and he grimaced as the stench of garbage hit his nose again.
"O', fock me... ya can'... can'... 'scuse me." With that Okie suddenly threw up on the ground below him, the contents of his stomach (which was mostly cheap beer) running up his throat at a fast pace. The yellow sludge made a puddle in front of him and he spit in it a few times as he tried to get rid of the last chunks in his mouth.
"Ya can' keep chasin' me after I been drinkin' lass," Okie said as he got up on his feet, reaching into his jacket. "I's no' like I enjoy pukin' me guts out." He found the metallic flask he was looking for and unscrewed the cap, quickly bringing it to his mouth and taking a swig. He didn't swallow it though, instead he swished it around in his mouth for a second before spitting it out on the ground. Okie then took another swig, this time swallowing it since he could feel himself becoming dangerously sober. Adding in that he wasn't feeling too good right now and he knew that he needed something to keep himself from feeling better the easy way, and the easy way... well, Okie knew too well what would happen if you took that way too many times. Even as he flew through the air out of control he had that feeling of euphoria but that time he didn't have a choice. Had he not done something he would be splattered out on the street right now.
"Ugh." Okie grimaced as he swallowed the whiskey down, definitely not enjoying the taste. "Ya kno' how they in th' movies the' always drink scotch an' go 'smoot''? No' wit' this piss lov', it mus' be jet fu'l or som'thin'." Despite not showing any love for how his Norwegian whiskey tasted he still took another swig before holding out the open flask to Nikki. "Ya won' on'?"
Okie screwed the cap back on the flask and stuffed it into his pocket before looking at Nikki again.
"Wha' is it this time lass?" Okie made a defeated gesture with his hands, knowing that he didn't have a chance to get away from her right now. "I kno' ya hav' som'thin' ya wanna ask me, i's no' like ya ever com' t' see me t' giv' me a su'prise blo'job or 'nythin'." Considering the familiar tone Okie used as he talked to Nikki you could mistakingly think they were in some sort of relationship. Fact was that they weren't, at all. Nikki had just chased him down so many times and pressed him for information that they almost had something akin to a routine by now, and Okie hated it. He always lost, always giving up some sort of information that could possibly end up hurting one of his comrades in the Thieves Guild. While he did believe in honor among thieves and all that it wasn't easy to stand your ground when the private detective that looked like a kid playing dress-up always knew what you had been up to, somehow having surveillance footage of every job you've ever pulled.
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Despite not feeling great about the situation he was in, which was being covered in garbage and about to be questioned by his constant nemesis, Okie couldn't help but let a supressed smile spread across his face when he saw the anger in Nikki's eyes. He did consider it a small victory that he could still piss her off like that, thinking that he must be pretty inventive to still be able to do it.
“First off. Yer teeny tiny prick would be the very last...." "Tiny?" Okie raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his crotch, finding a cigarette butt as he was scratching his head. "Am I reall' tiny? D'nno, I nev'r me'sur'd aft'r all, mi'ht be. But how do's sh' kno'?" His thoughts drifted off momentarily before realizing that Nikki was still talking, making him look up and meet her eyes that still had that anger in them.
"I mean...the absolute last...the last...knob I'd slob. The world would have to end...all species of males eradicated from the Earth and beyond for me to even consider it. Even then...When's the last time you took a shower?” "Ah, so ya DO play th' skin flut' lass?" Okie was going to ask her that, preferably with a toothy grin on his face, but her sudden change in tone and subject caught him off-guard. He looked down at himself again and took a sniff, realizing that he smelled awful. Worse than that, he actually smelled like shit, actual shit. It made him look at the brown stains on his jacket, by now pretty sure that it hadn't been mud in that trash can.
"Well I'm cov'red in garbag' lov', o' cours' I'm no' goin' t' smell lik' waffl's wit' ras'berries 'n' whipp'd cream." While that was true Okie wasn't sure when he last took a shower. If he was to guess he would say about three or four days ago but it could've been longer. He'd been hitting the bottle a bit too hard the last couple of days, but today he had stayed somewhat sober. Well, still drunk, but not drunk enough to impair him in any way. He was working tonight after all and he wasn't about to fuck up a job just 'cause he was hammered, he wasn't that far gone.
“Oof! Dude, you smell like a dead camel's ass that has been bakin' in the sun for a week. C'mere. I can't stand this close and talk to you with you smellin' like Otyugh shit. 'Mere!”
"Fock yo', lass!" Okie frowned at Nikki, displeased with her comment about his scent. When she reached for him he angrily smacked her hand away, but she reached for him again and this time she got a hold of him. Okie let out a surprised yelp when she pulled him in, taking an extra step to keep his balance. He glared at her with furrowed brows as she was playing with her phone, wondering what the hell she was up to. Another insult was about to escape his mouth but he stopped himself when Nikki started waving that blue light across him. He had no idea what it meant or what it did, but in case it was some sort of weaponized spell he kept his mouth shut, instead carefully following the blue light as it shone upon him.
The light didn't hurt him though. In fact, it felt nice. Really nice. Wherever the light hit him it cleaned him up, right down to the skin. He looked on in amazement as the dirt and grime vanished from him. Okie knew about prestidigitation spells but he had never seen someone use it and its unexpected efficiency made him grin, showing a smile which basically said 'holy shit, that's awesome'. When Nikki was finished Okie was left with the feeling you get five minutes after taking a long shower and slipping into freshly washed clothes; fresh, soft, and having a hard time sitting still 'cause everything just feels so damn good.
"Tha's fockin' 'mazin' lass. Ya think I could b'rrow tha'? Laun'ry day 's comin' up an' tha' would mak' thin's so much easi'r." Okie looked over himself, twisting his body to get a good look at the work Nikki's spell had just pulled off. Despite growing up with magic, and having it more or less flow through his veins, this was probably one of the most amazing uses of it Okie had seen. But more likely he just felt so since it was brand new to him.
“Look bad it can't do anything for yer ugly mug. Now.” Okie turned to Nikki and frowned again as she was cleaning herself up with the same blue light she had used on him.
"Why ya gott' be lik' tha' lov'? Wha' di' I ev'r say t' ya t' des'rve tha'?" Except constantly calling Nikki short, which Okie knew was a touchy subject, there had been a couple of sexual innuendos among other things. Okie had never been serious about his sexual remarks, not that he found Nikki unattractive. She was a hot little thing with some of the most beautiful eyes Okie had ever seen, but since she constantly pestered him for information it was difficult to feel an attraction towards her. The fact that she also tended to hurl insults at him didn't make things easier.
“I happen upon a name. I need to know just what this name belongs too. Is it a animal, mineral or vegetable? Basically...what is a GiGi and how do I find it?” Okie had always considered himself a decent liar, being able to sometimes keep a straight face which made him pretty dangerous at card games. He was nowhere near great at it though, and this was one of the times where he wasn't able to keep his cool. His eyes widened slightly but noticably and his lips pressed together to form a narrow but crooked line as his face went pale. GiGi? Nikki was seriously asking about GiGi? The fucking GiGi? What the hell was she doing asking about her? Usually when Nikki came looking for information it was about small timers that were on Okie's level, sometimes about the occasional hitman or someone a little higher up in one of the city's criminal families. But GiGi? That was on a level Okie wanted no part of. And he sure as hell wanted no part of GiGi.
"GiGi?" Okie tried to play dumb, but his expression was so tense that it was obvious that he knew what Nikki was talking about. "I, I'm sorry lass, I don' kno' who she is. Wha' tha' is! 'Fraid I can' help ya ther', nev'r heard o' 'er. It!" Okie's constant corrections only screwed things up further for him. If Nikki didn't realize that something was up she was definitely in the wrong line of work.
“First off. Yer teeny tiny prick would be the very last...." "Tiny?" Okie raised an eyebrow as he looked down at his crotch, finding a cigarette butt as he was scratching his head. "Am I reall' tiny? D'nno, I nev'r me'sur'd aft'r all, mi'ht be. But how do's sh' kno'?" His thoughts drifted off momentarily before realizing that Nikki was still talking, making him look up and meet her eyes that still had that anger in them.
"I mean...the absolute last...the last...knob I'd slob. The world would have to end...all species of males eradicated from the Earth and beyond for me to even consider it. Even then...When's the last time you took a shower?” "Ah, so ya DO play th' skin flut' lass?" Okie was going to ask her that, preferably with a toothy grin on his face, but her sudden change in tone and subject caught him off-guard. He looked down at himself again and took a sniff, realizing that he smelled awful. Worse than that, he actually smelled like shit, actual shit. It made him look at the brown stains on his jacket, by now pretty sure that it hadn't been mud in that trash can.
"Well I'm cov'red in garbag' lov', o' cours' I'm no' goin' t' smell lik' waffl's wit' ras'berries 'n' whipp'd cream." While that was true Okie wasn't sure when he last took a shower. If he was to guess he would say about three or four days ago but it could've been longer. He'd been hitting the bottle a bit too hard the last couple of days, but today he had stayed somewhat sober. Well, still drunk, but not drunk enough to impair him in any way. He was working tonight after all and he wasn't about to fuck up a job just 'cause he was hammered, he wasn't that far gone.
“Oof! Dude, you smell like a dead camel's ass that has been bakin' in the sun for a week. C'mere. I can't stand this close and talk to you with you smellin' like Otyugh shit. 'Mere!”
"Fock yo', lass!" Okie frowned at Nikki, displeased with her comment about his scent. When she reached for him he angrily smacked her hand away, but she reached for him again and this time she got a hold of him. Okie let out a surprised yelp when she pulled him in, taking an extra step to keep his balance. He glared at her with furrowed brows as she was playing with her phone, wondering what the hell she was up to. Another insult was about to escape his mouth but he stopped himself when Nikki started waving that blue light across him. He had no idea what it meant or what it did, but in case it was some sort of weaponized spell he kept his mouth shut, instead carefully following the blue light as it shone upon him.
The light didn't hurt him though. In fact, it felt nice. Really nice. Wherever the light hit him it cleaned him up, right down to the skin. He looked on in amazement as the dirt and grime vanished from him. Okie knew about prestidigitation spells but he had never seen someone use it and its unexpected efficiency made him grin, showing a smile which basically said 'holy shit, that's awesome'. When Nikki was finished Okie was left with the feeling you get five minutes after taking a long shower and slipping into freshly washed clothes; fresh, soft, and having a hard time sitting still 'cause everything just feels so damn good.
"Tha's fockin' 'mazin' lass. Ya think I could b'rrow tha'? Laun'ry day 's comin' up an' tha' would mak' thin's so much easi'r." Okie looked over himself, twisting his body to get a good look at the work Nikki's spell had just pulled off. Despite growing up with magic, and having it more or less flow through his veins, this was probably one of the most amazing uses of it Okie had seen. But more likely he just felt so since it was brand new to him.
“Look bad it can't do anything for yer ugly mug. Now.” Okie turned to Nikki and frowned again as she was cleaning herself up with the same blue light she had used on him.
"Why ya gott' be lik' tha' lov'? Wha' di' I ev'r say t' ya t' des'rve tha'?" Except constantly calling Nikki short, which Okie knew was a touchy subject, there had been a couple of sexual innuendos among other things. Okie had never been serious about his sexual remarks, not that he found Nikki unattractive. She was a hot little thing with some of the most beautiful eyes Okie had ever seen, but since she constantly pestered him for information it was difficult to feel an attraction towards her. The fact that she also tended to hurl insults at him didn't make things easier.
“I happen upon a name. I need to know just what this name belongs too. Is it a animal, mineral or vegetable? Basically...what is a GiGi and how do I find it?” Okie had always considered himself a decent liar, being able to sometimes keep a straight face which made him pretty dangerous at card games. He was nowhere near great at it though, and this was one of the times where he wasn't able to keep his cool. His eyes widened slightly but noticably and his lips pressed together to form a narrow but crooked line as his face went pale. GiGi? Nikki was seriously asking about GiGi? The fucking GiGi? What the hell was she doing asking about her? Usually when Nikki came looking for information it was about small timers that were on Okie's level, sometimes about the occasional hitman or someone a little higher up in one of the city's criminal families. But GiGi? That was on a level Okie wanted no part of. And he sure as hell wanted no part of GiGi.
"GiGi?" Okie tried to play dumb, but his expression was so tense that it was obvious that he knew what Nikki was talking about. "I, I'm sorry lass, I don' kno' who she is. Wha' tha' is! 'Fraid I can' help ya ther', nev'r heard o' 'er. It!" Okie's constant corrections only screwed things up further for him. If Nikki didn't realize that something was up she was definitely in the wrong line of work.
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It was obvious that Nikki was in no mood for Okie's bullshit. She never was, granted, but Okie thought she looked more annoyed than usual this time. Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe it was because he was so damn tense. Of all the damn criminals that lived in this piss-stinking city she had to ask about GiGi.
“You wanna do this hard way? S'fine. But it gets pretty old after awhile, doesn't it?” As Nikki reached for her phone Okie let out a tense sigh. He knew what she was doing, but he had no idea how she did it. Where did she get all her footage from? Security cameras, obviously, but how come he never saw them? Sure, he wasn't actively looking for them when he was doing a job but shouldn't he at the very least have noticed one of them?
"Lass, yo' nee' t' lis'en t' me." Okie looked at Nikki through the hologram that popped up between them, his voice serious as he held up a finger in the air in front of him.
“What's this? A sleepy little pawn shop in the middle of the night. Wait. Is that a raccoon near the dumpster? Or maybe a Honey Badger?? Nope! Lookit that. It's everyones favorite fuckup felon, Okie Dokiely Do himself!” Nikki didn't care though and easily ignored him. Okie focused on the moving figures in front of him, wondering which of his jobs she showed him this time. He immediately knew which one it was. A pawn shop he hit a few weeks back with three guys in their teens. None of them were members of the Thieves Guild. Fact was that he met them outside a gas station one night and they asked him for a lighter, making Okie pull his little trick of lighting his thumb on fire. The guys thought it was awesome and started asking questions about what he could do with it, and when he told them about being able to create explosions one of them suggested that they should hit the pawn shop. Now, Okie rarely worked with people he didn't know and he certainly wasn't one for pulling impromptu jobs, but he was drunk and thought it sounded like fun.
“Hope you got enough to buy more shitty booze. Or maybe a hand job from hooker.” Even though the job had been easy it didn't pay well. The register was more or less empty so everyone just grabbed something from the shelves and took off. Okie came away with an expensive-looking necklace, thinking he had hit the jackpot. He hadn't, of course. It wasn't worth more than a hundred bucks and he sold it for fifty when he was getting desperate for cash. Or booze. Or cash for booze.
"Nikki, lis'en." If Nikki didn't realize that something was wrong it was because she was too busy taunting Okie. He usually had a couple of witty retorts for her comments but now he didn't say anything. Instead he was trying to get her attention and get her to listen to him. Despite being a pain in his ass he didn't want her to get hurt. Sure, he had paid his friends back at the Bleeding Goat to keep her occupied, but that was different. They might've roughed her up a bit, but GiGi? Okie had made a point in his criminal career to stay as far away from her as possible. He only pulled small jobs so he could keep himself under the radar from her, knowing that the times she hired people from the outside she only wanted the best. So he kept himself from being considered one of the best, keeping a low profile and sticking to the jobs that could pay good but nowhere great. He went through all this trouble just to avoid being asked to work for her, why would he do anything to go up against her?
But again Nikki ignored him and continued on, showing another clip from her phone.
“Lookit this...another camera pointing at a convention entrance with....Who dat? What did you get this time? Is that a VCR? Do they even make VHS tapes anymore? NOICE!” Okie looked away, glancing at a beercan on the ground, embarrassed. He had messed up on that job, thinking that VCR's were a new thing and therefore worth a lot of money. It wasn't until he tried to sell it that he realized what a mistake he had made. The guy at the pawn shop had just laughed at him before informing Okie that VCR's were obsolete by now. Naturally that pissed Okie off. Not only because he had stolen something that was considered worthless, but also because it was considered worthless. He thought it was cool as shit, why would people use DVD's when they had these? So he kept it but couldn't figure out how to make it work. Probably because he had no clue what a VHS tape was.
“Looks like you just jizzed your pants there, good sir.” The hologram of Okie had a dumb expression and he frowned when he saw it, looking through it as he was glaring at Nikki like he wanted her to be serious.
“So what's it gonna be? I got a few more videos I've been savin' up. I'd wager that you'll probably get at least a decade or two once they add up all the charges, oh and resisting arrest, public urination and defacement of a statue. I think that's it... No wait. One more. Regicide. Wait...That can't be right. Hmm. Well, we'll let the courts decide that one, right? Long live the Queen! Now who the fuck is GiGi?!” She certainly did get serious. Scary even as she almost jumped up in Okie's face, making him take a step back with his hands raised in front of him. He hadn't been prepared for that and her sudden agressive outburst surprised him and put him on the defensive.
“They gotta be some big time player. How is it that I've never heard of this GiGi? C'mon you half-baked Irish potato, fuckin' spill the beans or yer goin' back to play hide the sausage with Frank the burly Orc in the shower.” Before Okie could respond Nikki shoved her phone, which did show an orc, in his face. “Frank says hullo.” Okie turned his head away, uncomfortable both with having a phone and a flirty orc in his face.
"Focks sake lass, ge' tha' thing away fro' me!" Okie shoved her hand away as he took a step back, creating some distance between them. He stared at Nikki with a mixture of annoyance and fear. This was a bad spot. He didn't want to go to jail and get banged by an orc, but at the same time he had no interest in crossing paths with GiGi.
"Lis'en Nikki." He moved in closer and held up a finger between them as if he tried to warn her. Which, after all, he was. "Yer askin' 'bout folks ya don' wanna get involv'd wit'. Ya h'ar me? Giselle..." Okie stopped himself and made a grimace as he clenched his fist, realizing he accidentally gave away GiGi's name. "Giselle is no' t' be mess'd wit'. She's d'ngero's as fock an' she don't lik' people askin' 'bout her." Okie made a pause as he looked around, glancing at the rooftops.
"An' she fockin' hates when someon' ans'ers quest'ons 'bout her." Okie hissed the words through his teeth, glaring down at Nikki. He wasn't trying to intimidate her, instead he was trying to make her realize just how serious he was. Very few people dared to cross Giselle, and those who had crossed her? Well, they were never found again. It was like they had disappeared into a black hole, no trace of them to be found.
"I'm no' givin' ya shit here, lass. I've nev'r gott'n involv'd wit' her, an' I inten' t' keep it tha' way." He pointed towards Nikki's phone before continuing. "I don' car' if ya get th' cops. Fockin' get them, giv' them ev'rythin' ya hav' on me, I'll go t' pris'n 'fore piss'n' off Giselle." Okie's finger tapped Nikki's chest as if to really drive home his words. He hoped that she would just drop it and let the whole thing be, but if she called the cops... Not that he wanted to, but if it came to it he could always try and knock her out and make a run for it. He would have to leave town, maybe even the state, but considering the options he had right now that one was definitely the most attractive one. So attractive in fact that Okie had already balled the hand that wasn't between them into a fist.
“You wanna do this hard way? S'fine. But it gets pretty old after awhile, doesn't it?” As Nikki reached for her phone Okie let out a tense sigh. He knew what she was doing, but he had no idea how she did it. Where did she get all her footage from? Security cameras, obviously, but how come he never saw them? Sure, he wasn't actively looking for them when he was doing a job but shouldn't he at the very least have noticed one of them?
"Lass, yo' nee' t' lis'en t' me." Okie looked at Nikki through the hologram that popped up between them, his voice serious as he held up a finger in the air in front of him.
“What's this? A sleepy little pawn shop in the middle of the night. Wait. Is that a raccoon near the dumpster? Or maybe a Honey Badger?? Nope! Lookit that. It's everyones favorite fuckup felon, Okie Dokiely Do himself!” Nikki didn't care though and easily ignored him. Okie focused on the moving figures in front of him, wondering which of his jobs she showed him this time. He immediately knew which one it was. A pawn shop he hit a few weeks back with three guys in their teens. None of them were members of the Thieves Guild. Fact was that he met them outside a gas station one night and they asked him for a lighter, making Okie pull his little trick of lighting his thumb on fire. The guys thought it was awesome and started asking questions about what he could do with it, and when he told them about being able to create explosions one of them suggested that they should hit the pawn shop. Now, Okie rarely worked with people he didn't know and he certainly wasn't one for pulling impromptu jobs, but he was drunk and thought it sounded like fun.
“Hope you got enough to buy more shitty booze. Or maybe a hand job from hooker.” Even though the job had been easy it didn't pay well. The register was more or less empty so everyone just grabbed something from the shelves and took off. Okie came away with an expensive-looking necklace, thinking he had hit the jackpot. He hadn't, of course. It wasn't worth more than a hundred bucks and he sold it for fifty when he was getting desperate for cash. Or booze. Or cash for booze.
"Nikki, lis'en." If Nikki didn't realize that something was wrong it was because she was too busy taunting Okie. He usually had a couple of witty retorts for her comments but now he didn't say anything. Instead he was trying to get her attention and get her to listen to him. Despite being a pain in his ass he didn't want her to get hurt. Sure, he had paid his friends back at the Bleeding Goat to keep her occupied, but that was different. They might've roughed her up a bit, but GiGi? Okie had made a point in his criminal career to stay as far away from her as possible. He only pulled small jobs so he could keep himself under the radar from her, knowing that the times she hired people from the outside she only wanted the best. So he kept himself from being considered one of the best, keeping a low profile and sticking to the jobs that could pay good but nowhere great. He went through all this trouble just to avoid being asked to work for her, why would he do anything to go up against her?
But again Nikki ignored him and continued on, showing another clip from her phone.
“Lookit this...another camera pointing at a convention entrance with....Who dat? What did you get this time? Is that a VCR? Do they even make VHS tapes anymore? NOICE!” Okie looked away, glancing at a beercan on the ground, embarrassed. He had messed up on that job, thinking that VCR's were a new thing and therefore worth a lot of money. It wasn't until he tried to sell it that he realized what a mistake he had made. The guy at the pawn shop had just laughed at him before informing Okie that VCR's were obsolete by now. Naturally that pissed Okie off. Not only because he had stolen something that was considered worthless, but also because it was considered worthless. He thought it was cool as shit, why would people use DVD's when they had these? So he kept it but couldn't figure out how to make it work. Probably because he had no clue what a VHS tape was.
“Looks like you just jizzed your pants there, good sir.” The hologram of Okie had a dumb expression and he frowned when he saw it, looking through it as he was glaring at Nikki like he wanted her to be serious.
“So what's it gonna be? I got a few more videos I've been savin' up. I'd wager that you'll probably get at least a decade or two once they add up all the charges, oh and resisting arrest, public urination and defacement of a statue. I think that's it... No wait. One more. Regicide. Wait...That can't be right. Hmm. Well, we'll let the courts decide that one, right? Long live the Queen! Now who the fuck is GiGi?!” She certainly did get serious. Scary even as she almost jumped up in Okie's face, making him take a step back with his hands raised in front of him. He hadn't been prepared for that and her sudden agressive outburst surprised him and put him on the defensive.
“They gotta be some big time player. How is it that I've never heard of this GiGi? C'mon you half-baked Irish potato, fuckin' spill the beans or yer goin' back to play hide the sausage with Frank the burly Orc in the shower.” Before Okie could respond Nikki shoved her phone, which did show an orc, in his face. “Frank says hullo.” Okie turned his head away, uncomfortable both with having a phone and a flirty orc in his face.
"Focks sake lass, ge' tha' thing away fro' me!" Okie shoved her hand away as he took a step back, creating some distance between them. He stared at Nikki with a mixture of annoyance and fear. This was a bad spot. He didn't want to go to jail and get banged by an orc, but at the same time he had no interest in crossing paths with GiGi.
"Lis'en Nikki." He moved in closer and held up a finger between them as if he tried to warn her. Which, after all, he was. "Yer askin' 'bout folks ya don' wanna get involv'd wit'. Ya h'ar me? Giselle..." Okie stopped himself and made a grimace as he clenched his fist, realizing he accidentally gave away GiGi's name. "Giselle is no' t' be mess'd wit'. She's d'ngero's as fock an' she don't lik' people askin' 'bout her." Okie made a pause as he looked around, glancing at the rooftops.
"An' she fockin' hates when someon' ans'ers quest'ons 'bout her." Okie hissed the words through his teeth, glaring down at Nikki. He wasn't trying to intimidate her, instead he was trying to make her realize just how serious he was. Very few people dared to cross Giselle, and those who had crossed her? Well, they were never found again. It was like they had disappeared into a black hole, no trace of them to be found.
"I'm no' givin' ya shit here, lass. I've nev'r gott'n involv'd wit' her, an' I inten' t' keep it tha' way." He pointed towards Nikki's phone before continuing. "I don' car' if ya get th' cops. Fockin' get them, giv' them ev'rythin' ya hav' on me, I'll go t' pris'n 'fore piss'n' off Giselle." Okie's finger tapped Nikki's chest as if to really drive home his words. He hoped that she would just drop it and let the whole thing be, but if she called the cops... Not that he wanted to, but if it came to it he could always try and knock her out and make a run for it. He would have to leave town, maybe even the state, but considering the options he had right now that one was definitely the most attractive one. So attractive in fact that Okie had already balled the hand that wasn't between them into a fist.
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“Alright. Just answer me this then, fuckface. What is your favorite animal?” It was an odd question, especially considering the situation they found themselves in. Not that Okie's answer made a whole lot more sense.
"Teen'ge mutan' ninja tur'les," he replied without missing a beat and with no sarcasm whatsoever. It was a genuine answer, he had gotten his hands on a bunch of old comics and while reading them he realized that he really wanted one for himself. He was even about to buy one when Tenner informed him that it would be impossible to mutate a turtle, and even if he did manage to do it he doubted it would be possible to actually turn it into a ninja.
"Why?" Okie furrowed his brow and tilted his head when he realized how out of place her question had been.
“You really leave me with no option, Okie. I didn't want to have to do this...hell...I don't remember the lat time I've done this. But...” Nikki had backed up, creating some distance between them. At first Okie thought she was actually going to leave, that he had gotten through to her. Hell, she even found Giselle's information in her phone, she had to have realized that looking for her was just looking for trouble. If she did she obviously didn't care since she wasn't leaving. No, she was planning something else, that much was obvious when she started making gestures with her hands. Okie's eyes widened when he saw it, she was about to use magic on him! A panicked look on his face as his eyes darted between her hands and eyes he quickly came up with a solution. Running wasn't the answer, she'd more than likely still hit him with her spell. Even if he used his own abilities to get out of the way it wasn't probable that he would manage to avoid it. No, he had to attack. If he could get to her before she could release the spell he had a chance to get out of this, so that's what he tried to do. With his hand raised he lunged forward, aiming to punch her in the stomach. Not a regular punch though, he was already building up energy in his raised hand, his goal to release a blast when his fist connected with her which would send her tumbling down the alley. It would give him more than enough time to escape, he just had to get to her in time.
He didn't. Okie was just about to throw the punch when he saw the flash erupt from Nikki's fingers. The energy washed over him, the feeling making him freeze momentarily. At first he didn't feel anything, except maybe the feeling of the magic energy covering him, but then he started to get a tingling feeling. He remained still, frozen like a statue as he tried to figure out what was going on as the tingling spread, making him feel really uncomfortable.
"KH-!" A throaty sound escaped Okie as the pain set in. Everything started to hurt and he fell to his knees as if that would make the pain go away. It didn't, instead the pain only increased which made Okie fall completely to the ground, his fingers clawing at the asphalt as he tried to fight of the spell. What the hell had she done to him? Sure Okie had been subjected to magic spells before, but nothing had hurt him as much as this did. It felt like every bone in his body snapped, only to heal directly before snapping again, repeating the process. A whimper escaped his clenched teeth as he was tensing up on the ground, still trying to fight. But the pain became too much for him and he let out a painful scream as he twisted and writhed on the ground, the sensation keeping him from realizing he was transforming.
And all of a sudden it was over. The pain just vanished, the only lingering effect being that Okie felt drained of energy. He slowly opened his eyes as he gasped for air, staring at Nikki's shoes in front of him. Now that the pain had disappeared he slowly started feeling normal again, maybe a little fuzzy. What the hell had she done to him? And had Nikki suddenly gotten taller?
“Cmere you furry bastard! We gotta go find a GiGi! You know where GiGi is right? You wanna tell momma where she is? Momma will give you a big kiss and a reward if you do!” Okie's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard the tone of her voice. Was she mocking him? Or had she suffered a stroke all of a sudden which made her talk like that? Didn't matter, she was reaching for him right now and Okie was pissed at her for putting him through that.
"Stay th' fock 'way from me, lass!" He shouted as he lit his hand on fire. "Touch me an' I'll melt yer fockin' face off!" Still lying on the ground he held out his burning hand towards her to show her that he meant business. He had enough of her shit and wasn't about to go anywhere with her, definitely not taking her to Giselle. She may have put him through some pain, but that wouldn't be anything compared to what Okie would do to her if she touched him. He still had the ability to create fire after all, meaning that he wasn't defenseless.
But something was wrong. The smell of burnt hair hit Okie first, then he realized that his hand was warm. Really warm. Painfully warm. It felt like his damn hand was on fire!
"OW, FOCK ME!" Okie thrashed around on the ground as he pulled back the fire, but there was still a flame erupting from his hand, making Okie wave it around furiously until it extinguished. What the hell just happened? Okie's fire never affected him. Fact was that he couldn't even feel the heat from it unless he wanted to do it, so why did his hand suddenly catch fire? Why did it hurt him? He looked at his still hurting hand as he tried to figure out what had happened when he realized that he wasn't looking at his hand. It was a paw. Okie was looking at a singed paw. His paw. He looked down on himself and didn't see his AC/DC-shirt. No, he saw a thick carpet of black fur on his chest. Sure Okie had some bodyhair, but it wasn't a lot and it was nothing even close to this. As his eyes continued to dart across his body he realized nothing was in place. All his clothes were gone, and even more disturbing, his damn body was gone! He had some sort of body, but it sure as hell wasn't his.
"Wha-? Wha' th' FOCK did ya do!?" Okie glared at Nikki as he tried to stand up, but he immediately tumbled down to the ground again. He wasn't used to this body and how he was supposed to move it, making him very unstable.
"Chang' me back! Chang' me back, righ' NO'!" He was about to light up a new flame when he remembered what happened last time and a horrible realization came to him. Okie couldn't use his magic in this form. Not without hurting himself. And considering the ache that pulsated through his paw right now he had no interest in submitting himself to that again anytime soon.
"Piss off, Nikki! I'll fin' someon' els' t' help me!" Okie managed to roll over to his feet and started running away from Nikki. Which didn't go very well since he tripped when he took his first step, falling on his face. He cursed and managed to get back up but soon fell down again. Okie had no chance of escaping right now, he couldn't even walk right. Frustrated he started thrashing around on the asphalt like a kid throwing a tantrum, but in his current form he just looked adorable as he rolled around, like he was playing with an invisible ball.
"Teen'ge mutan' ninja tur'les," he replied without missing a beat and with no sarcasm whatsoever. It was a genuine answer, he had gotten his hands on a bunch of old comics and while reading them he realized that he really wanted one for himself. He was even about to buy one when Tenner informed him that it would be impossible to mutate a turtle, and even if he did manage to do it he doubted it would be possible to actually turn it into a ninja.
"Why?" Okie furrowed his brow and tilted his head when he realized how out of place her question had been.
“You really leave me with no option, Okie. I didn't want to have to do this...hell...I don't remember the lat time I've done this. But...” Nikki had backed up, creating some distance between them. At first Okie thought she was actually going to leave, that he had gotten through to her. Hell, she even found Giselle's information in her phone, she had to have realized that looking for her was just looking for trouble. If she did she obviously didn't care since she wasn't leaving. No, she was planning something else, that much was obvious when she started making gestures with her hands. Okie's eyes widened when he saw it, she was about to use magic on him! A panicked look on his face as his eyes darted between her hands and eyes he quickly came up with a solution. Running wasn't the answer, she'd more than likely still hit him with her spell. Even if he used his own abilities to get out of the way it wasn't probable that he would manage to avoid it. No, he had to attack. If he could get to her before she could release the spell he had a chance to get out of this, so that's what he tried to do. With his hand raised he lunged forward, aiming to punch her in the stomach. Not a regular punch though, he was already building up energy in his raised hand, his goal to release a blast when his fist connected with her which would send her tumbling down the alley. It would give him more than enough time to escape, he just had to get to her in time.
He didn't. Okie was just about to throw the punch when he saw the flash erupt from Nikki's fingers. The energy washed over him, the feeling making him freeze momentarily. At first he didn't feel anything, except maybe the feeling of the magic energy covering him, but then he started to get a tingling feeling. He remained still, frozen like a statue as he tried to figure out what was going on as the tingling spread, making him feel really uncomfortable.
"KH-!" A throaty sound escaped Okie as the pain set in. Everything started to hurt and he fell to his knees as if that would make the pain go away. It didn't, instead the pain only increased which made Okie fall completely to the ground, his fingers clawing at the asphalt as he tried to fight of the spell. What the hell had she done to him? Sure Okie had been subjected to magic spells before, but nothing had hurt him as much as this did. It felt like every bone in his body snapped, only to heal directly before snapping again, repeating the process. A whimper escaped his clenched teeth as he was tensing up on the ground, still trying to fight. But the pain became too much for him and he let out a painful scream as he twisted and writhed on the ground, the sensation keeping him from realizing he was transforming.
And all of a sudden it was over. The pain just vanished, the only lingering effect being that Okie felt drained of energy. He slowly opened his eyes as he gasped for air, staring at Nikki's shoes in front of him. Now that the pain had disappeared he slowly started feeling normal again, maybe a little fuzzy. What the hell had she done to him? And had Nikki suddenly gotten taller?
“Cmere you furry bastard! We gotta go find a GiGi! You know where GiGi is right? You wanna tell momma where she is? Momma will give you a big kiss and a reward if you do!” Okie's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard the tone of her voice. Was she mocking him? Or had she suffered a stroke all of a sudden which made her talk like that? Didn't matter, she was reaching for him right now and Okie was pissed at her for putting him through that.
"Stay th' fock 'way from me, lass!" He shouted as he lit his hand on fire. "Touch me an' I'll melt yer fockin' face off!" Still lying on the ground he held out his burning hand towards her to show her that he meant business. He had enough of her shit and wasn't about to go anywhere with her, definitely not taking her to Giselle. She may have put him through some pain, but that wouldn't be anything compared to what Okie would do to her if she touched him. He still had the ability to create fire after all, meaning that he wasn't defenseless.
But something was wrong. The smell of burnt hair hit Okie first, then he realized that his hand was warm. Really warm. Painfully warm. It felt like his damn hand was on fire!
"OW, FOCK ME!" Okie thrashed around on the ground as he pulled back the fire, but there was still a flame erupting from his hand, making Okie wave it around furiously until it extinguished. What the hell just happened? Okie's fire never affected him. Fact was that he couldn't even feel the heat from it unless he wanted to do it, so why did his hand suddenly catch fire? Why did it hurt him? He looked at his still hurting hand as he tried to figure out what had happened when he realized that he wasn't looking at his hand. It was a paw. Okie was looking at a singed paw. His paw. He looked down on himself and didn't see his AC/DC-shirt. No, he saw a thick carpet of black fur on his chest. Sure Okie had some bodyhair, but it wasn't a lot and it was nothing even close to this. As his eyes continued to dart across his body he realized nothing was in place. All his clothes were gone, and even more disturbing, his damn body was gone! He had some sort of body, but it sure as hell wasn't his.
"Wha-? Wha' th' FOCK did ya do!?" Okie glared at Nikki as he tried to stand up, but he immediately tumbled down to the ground again. He wasn't used to this body and how he was supposed to move it, making him very unstable.
"Chang' me back! Chang' me back, righ' NO'!" He was about to light up a new flame when he remembered what happened last time and a horrible realization came to him. Okie couldn't use his magic in this form. Not without hurting himself. And considering the ache that pulsated through his paw right now he had no interest in submitting himself to that again anytime soon.
"Piss off, Nikki! I'll fin' someon' els' t' help me!" Okie managed to roll over to his feet and started running away from Nikki. Which didn't go very well since he tripped when he took his first step, falling on his face. He cursed and managed to get back up but soon fell down again. Okie had no chance of escaping right now, he couldn't even walk right. Frustrated he started thrashing around on the asphalt like a kid throwing a tantrum, but in his current form he just looked adorable as he rolled around, like he was playing with an invisible ball.
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Okie was beyond pissed by now. He couldn't believe what was happening, that Nikki had actually turned him into a... well, he wasn't sure what the hell he was to be honest, but his guess was that he was a raccoon or something similar and that was what made him so angry. Nikki had turned him into an animal. Even worse, he didn't know how to control his new body. Everything was off, when he tried to walk the way he had walked his entire life he just fell over. He was as mobile as an infant at the moment and it only added to his anger, he had been able to walk properly since he was three for fucks sake! Not counting a couple of particularly booze-filled nights, that is.
Still tumbling around on the ground Okie cursed at his inability to walk, though it wasn't like anyone could understand him by now. He was so worked up that all that came out of his mouth was a rambling mess of noises that barely sounded like words. The only positive thing coming out of his agitated state was that he managed to drown out Nikki laughing at him. Had he heard that it was more than likely that he would've suffered a rage-induced stroke. Not that what she did next did anything to calm him down when he felt a sudden tug on an extremity he didn't recognize. The tug turned into a pull and suddenly he was dangling in the air upside down, his rage quickly fading and being replaced by confusion. What the hell just happened? Did Nikki use some sort of spell on him to make him float in the air? His gaze darted around as he tried to make sense of the situation. His eyes landed on Nikki and followed her arm which was stretched out above him. Or was it beneath him? Didn't matter, he soon realized why he was floating through the air and it made his anger come rushing back.
"Fockin' le' go o' me Nikki! Yo' can't do this! This is an'mal 'buse!" He spat the words with anger as he reached out his little arms towards Nikki, trying to claw at her. It was no use though, Nikki had the reach advantage and easily kept Okie away from her. He changed his tactics and tried to attack the arm she was holding him with, but he couldn't quite reach that either as he lacked the abdominal strength to bend his body like that. It didn't stop him from flailing wildly though as he still tried to claw at her which distracted him from his surroundings and the fact that there were people around them now.
“Don't worry. Everything's under control. Just a little pest control!” Okie froze as Nikki said that, glaring at her with anger in his eyes. Not that it really showed though, he just looked adorable as he was hanging there.
"Pest!? Go fock ya'self lass! A' leas' I don' hav' crabs like yo', ya filthy bitch!" Okie was doing everything he could to piss off Nikki, but she barely seemed to register his insults. Frustrated that he couldn't get to her, physically or mentally, he looked around and noticed a woman close to them that was staring at Okie with wide eyes. Probably because she had never seen a talking red panda before, but in this day and age nothing was impossible.
"YO'! LASS!" Okie pointed at the woman with his paw as he dangled from Nikki's grip. The woman avoided his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the situation and not wanting to get involved. "Lass! Ya gott' help me! I'm bein' tak'n against my will! This is a ki'nappin'! Save me!" It was no use though, the woman simply stared at the ground as she scratched her neck, her fram becoming smaller as Nikki walked away from her, Okie desperately reaching for anyone that happened to walk past them.
"Fockin' hell folks, I'm bein abduct'd! This is real, she's gonn' sell me as a sex toy! All of ya hav' th' chance t' be Liam Neeson! Save me! Call th' cops! The Feds! SOM'ON' FOCKIN' CALL PEEEEETAAAAAA!!!" Unfortunately for Okie there were no heroes to be found that day. As all the people on the street ignored his cries for help he let out a sigh of defeat, realizing that he was Nikki's bitch right now. He just hanged there, watching the world pass in a new perspective, his legs pointing out to the sides and his arms simply dangling below his head as he had admitted defeat. Fact was that he stayed completely silent until Nikki walked up to an old yellow car which made him tilt his head before looking up at Nikki.
"Lass, yo' really driv' th's piece a' shit? Fockin' hell, I wo'ldn't b' caught ste'lin' th's garbage. Bus'ness been tha' bad for ya?" Okie grinned as he looked up at her, thinking it was funny that despite wearing such flashy clothes her car was a real junker that should've been sent to the scrapyard years ago. He looked at the car again as he prepared another insult, but this time the car wasn't there. It had been replaced by another car, and this one was definitely more in Okie's taste.
"Daaamn lass, ya drivin' a Mustang? No' tha's, tha's a real car righ' there." For a moment Okie was actually excited about going for a ride in Nikki's car, but that excitement didn't last long when she suddenly tossed him into the car, making him flail wildly with his arms and legs as he flew through the air before crashing into the passenger seat. He groaned as he struggled to turn around in the seat but eventually managed to sit up straight, his furry tail sticking out between his legs. With his good paw he gently rubbed his little nose which had acted as a landing gear when Nikki tossed him into the car. His singed paw still hurt and he held it out in the air, trying to avoid touching anything with it. All in all he looked pretty pathetic as he sat there, but in an adorable way.
“Now just calm yer tits, will yah? Here.” Nikki reached for something in the glove compartment before holding out a vial to Okie. “Drink this. It'll take care of your burn. Won't do much for the fur...or the smell. Unfortunately.” Okie skeptically looked at the vial in front of him, even leaning towards the side to create some distance between it and him. He glanced up at Nikki, trying to read her face. Was she really trying to care for him all of a sudden?
"I d'nno lass..." Okie was hesitant, right now he didn't trust Nikki at all.
“Trust me. If I wanted to kill yah I woulda already. Last thing I need is a corpse to lug around anyway.” Even though she muttered the last part Okie heard her and stared up at her as she started the engine, the rumbling of the car making his tiny body slightly vibrate.
"OK then, if ya sa' so..." Gently he reached his paws out and pressed them against the vial, holding it in place between them. His singed paw hurt from the pressure, but he still managed to bring the open vial to his mouth and drink the blue liquid it contained. Okie smacked his lips when the vial was empty and came to the conclusion that it didn't really taste like anything. It did have an effect though as a warmth spread through his singed paw and within moments it felt like it did before he set it on fire. Okie dropped the empty vial on the seat as he inspected his paw closer, happy that it wasn't hurting anymore. It still was obvious that it had been on fire though, the smell of burnt hair reaching his nose. Plus it was black now.
"Ha, wo'ld ya look a' that! Thanks lass!" Okie was back in his usual good mood as he grinned up at Nikki, truly thankful for what she just did. The fact that she was the reason he was hurting didn't cross his mind at the moment though, but soon he remembered who Nikki was looking for and his good mood disappeared. Instead he became worried and looked up at Nikki, trying to reason with her.
"Nikki, lis'en t' me, this 's dan'erous. GiGi is fockin' crazy and yo' don' wanna cross her. Th' shit tha' she's don'..." He paused, wondering if he should really tell Nikki the stories about GiGi. For all he knew they could've been just that, stories, but he was sure that all of them were true. There was a reason as to why Okie did everything he could to avoid working for her after all, not that one of her jobs had ever been tossed his way.
"D'ya kno' wha' happen's t' th' ones tha' are in her way? She eats th'm, lass. She FOCKIN' eats th'm! An' she doesn't do it quickly, she let's ya liv' as long as poss'ble as she slowly cuts off pieces off yo', an' at th' end there's nothin' left of yo' e'cept ya head and heart. Bu' ev'n then i's no' over as she starts wit' eatin' yer eyes, then th' skin, then every littl' piece o' yo' tha' yo' don't need t' live, until there's only yer brain an' heart left. An' not until then will sh' kill yo', puttin' yo' out o' yer mis'ry. An' lass?" Okie made a pause as he leaned closer to Nikki, not that it made a whole lot of difference because of his small frame.
"Th's goes on f'r weeks." Okie leaned back as he stared Nikki in the eyes, giving her a nod that meant he was telling her the truth. And as far he knew it was the truth, this story was famous in the Thieves Guild and there were very few in it that had any doubts about it being real. Of all the criminal families in New Orleans Giselle's may not have been the most respected one, but it was easily the one that was most feared.
Still tumbling around on the ground Okie cursed at his inability to walk, though it wasn't like anyone could understand him by now. He was so worked up that all that came out of his mouth was a rambling mess of noises that barely sounded like words. The only positive thing coming out of his agitated state was that he managed to drown out Nikki laughing at him. Had he heard that it was more than likely that he would've suffered a rage-induced stroke. Not that what she did next did anything to calm him down when he felt a sudden tug on an extremity he didn't recognize. The tug turned into a pull and suddenly he was dangling in the air upside down, his rage quickly fading and being replaced by confusion. What the hell just happened? Did Nikki use some sort of spell on him to make him float in the air? His gaze darted around as he tried to make sense of the situation. His eyes landed on Nikki and followed her arm which was stretched out above him. Or was it beneath him? Didn't matter, he soon realized why he was floating through the air and it made his anger come rushing back.
"Fockin' le' go o' me Nikki! Yo' can't do this! This is an'mal 'buse!" He spat the words with anger as he reached out his little arms towards Nikki, trying to claw at her. It was no use though, Nikki had the reach advantage and easily kept Okie away from her. He changed his tactics and tried to attack the arm she was holding him with, but he couldn't quite reach that either as he lacked the abdominal strength to bend his body like that. It didn't stop him from flailing wildly though as he still tried to claw at her which distracted him from his surroundings and the fact that there were people around them now.
“Don't worry. Everything's under control. Just a little pest control!” Okie froze as Nikki said that, glaring at her with anger in his eyes. Not that it really showed though, he just looked adorable as he was hanging there.
"Pest!? Go fock ya'self lass! A' leas' I don' hav' crabs like yo', ya filthy bitch!" Okie was doing everything he could to piss off Nikki, but she barely seemed to register his insults. Frustrated that he couldn't get to her, physically or mentally, he looked around and noticed a woman close to them that was staring at Okie with wide eyes. Probably because she had never seen a talking red panda before, but in this day and age nothing was impossible.
"YO'! LASS!" Okie pointed at the woman with his paw as he dangled from Nikki's grip. The woman avoided his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the situation and not wanting to get involved. "Lass! Ya gott' help me! I'm bein' tak'n against my will! This is a ki'nappin'! Save me!" It was no use though, the woman simply stared at the ground as she scratched her neck, her fram becoming smaller as Nikki walked away from her, Okie desperately reaching for anyone that happened to walk past them.
"Fockin' hell folks, I'm bein abduct'd! This is real, she's gonn' sell me as a sex toy! All of ya hav' th' chance t' be Liam Neeson! Save me! Call th' cops! The Feds! SOM'ON' FOCKIN' CALL PEEEEETAAAAAA!!!" Unfortunately for Okie there were no heroes to be found that day. As all the people on the street ignored his cries for help he let out a sigh of defeat, realizing that he was Nikki's bitch right now. He just hanged there, watching the world pass in a new perspective, his legs pointing out to the sides and his arms simply dangling below his head as he had admitted defeat. Fact was that he stayed completely silent until Nikki walked up to an old yellow car which made him tilt his head before looking up at Nikki.
"Lass, yo' really driv' th's piece a' shit? Fockin' hell, I wo'ldn't b' caught ste'lin' th's garbage. Bus'ness been tha' bad for ya?" Okie grinned as he looked up at her, thinking it was funny that despite wearing such flashy clothes her car was a real junker that should've been sent to the scrapyard years ago. He looked at the car again as he prepared another insult, but this time the car wasn't there. It had been replaced by another car, and this one was definitely more in Okie's taste.
"Daaamn lass, ya drivin' a Mustang? No' tha's, tha's a real car righ' there." For a moment Okie was actually excited about going for a ride in Nikki's car, but that excitement didn't last long when she suddenly tossed him into the car, making him flail wildly with his arms and legs as he flew through the air before crashing into the passenger seat. He groaned as he struggled to turn around in the seat but eventually managed to sit up straight, his furry tail sticking out between his legs. With his good paw he gently rubbed his little nose which had acted as a landing gear when Nikki tossed him into the car. His singed paw still hurt and he held it out in the air, trying to avoid touching anything with it. All in all he looked pretty pathetic as he sat there, but in an adorable way.
“Now just calm yer tits, will yah? Here.” Nikki reached for something in the glove compartment before holding out a vial to Okie. “Drink this. It'll take care of your burn. Won't do much for the fur...or the smell. Unfortunately.” Okie skeptically looked at the vial in front of him, even leaning towards the side to create some distance between it and him. He glanced up at Nikki, trying to read her face. Was she really trying to care for him all of a sudden?
"I d'nno lass..." Okie was hesitant, right now he didn't trust Nikki at all.
“Trust me. If I wanted to kill yah I woulda already. Last thing I need is a corpse to lug around anyway.” Even though she muttered the last part Okie heard her and stared up at her as she started the engine, the rumbling of the car making his tiny body slightly vibrate.
"OK then, if ya sa' so..." Gently he reached his paws out and pressed them against the vial, holding it in place between them. His singed paw hurt from the pressure, but he still managed to bring the open vial to his mouth and drink the blue liquid it contained. Okie smacked his lips when the vial was empty and came to the conclusion that it didn't really taste like anything. It did have an effect though as a warmth spread through his singed paw and within moments it felt like it did before he set it on fire. Okie dropped the empty vial on the seat as he inspected his paw closer, happy that it wasn't hurting anymore. It still was obvious that it had been on fire though, the smell of burnt hair reaching his nose. Plus it was black now.
"Ha, wo'ld ya look a' that! Thanks lass!" Okie was back in his usual good mood as he grinned up at Nikki, truly thankful for what she just did. The fact that she was the reason he was hurting didn't cross his mind at the moment though, but soon he remembered who Nikki was looking for and his good mood disappeared. Instead he became worried and looked up at Nikki, trying to reason with her.
"Nikki, lis'en t' me, this 's dan'erous. GiGi is fockin' crazy and yo' don' wanna cross her. Th' shit tha' she's don'..." He paused, wondering if he should really tell Nikki the stories about GiGi. For all he knew they could've been just that, stories, but he was sure that all of them were true. There was a reason as to why Okie did everything he could to avoid working for her after all, not that one of her jobs had ever been tossed his way.
"D'ya kno' wha' happen's t' th' ones tha' are in her way? She eats th'm, lass. She FOCKIN' eats th'm! An' she doesn't do it quickly, she let's ya liv' as long as poss'ble as she slowly cuts off pieces off yo', an' at th' end there's nothin' left of yo' e'cept ya head and heart. Bu' ev'n then i's no' over as she starts wit' eatin' yer eyes, then th' skin, then every littl' piece o' yo' tha' yo' don't need t' live, until there's only yer brain an' heart left. An' not until then will sh' kill yo', puttin' yo' out o' yer mis'ry. An' lass?" Okie made a pause as he leaned closer to Nikki, not that it made a whole lot of difference because of his small frame.
"Th's goes on f'r weeks." Okie leaned back as he stared Nikki in the eyes, giving her a nod that meant he was telling her the truth. And as far he knew it was the truth, this story was famous in the Thieves Guild and there were very few in it that had any doubts about it being real. Of all the criminal families in New Orleans Giselle's may not have been the most respected one, but it was easily the one that was most feared.
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Okie looked up at Nikki with pleading eyes. GiGi was dangerous, more dangerous than anyone in the Thieves Guild. Hell, it wouldn't surprise Okie if GiGi was the most dangerous thing walking the earth today, so there was a reason to why he didn't want to meet her.
And to Okie's surprise, Nikki smiled as she looked down on him. His eyes widened hopefully at that, had he gotten through to her? Was she reaching for him to undo the spell and let him go? He closed his eyes as her hand drew near, expecting her to do some sort of magic that would turn him back, bracing himself for the possible pain coming. It had hurt like hell when he turned into this form, so growing bigger into his usual self was probably going to be painful as well. He felt a pain in his cheek and steeled himself, certain that once Nikki's magic really got going it would hurt a lot worse.
“By Saint Cuthbert’s steely nutsack. You are fucking adorable. It’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that.” Okie's eyes flew open in surprise at her words, turning his head towards her only to whince in pain when the move made her stretch out his little cheek.
"Wha' did yo' schay lasch?" His speech which was mostly unintelligable to Nikki on a good day was even more difficult to understand now as the fingers pinching his cheek didn't allow him to speak properly. Okie glared up at her, not believing what he just heard. That tone in her voice, was she making fun of him after he warned her about Gigi and what she was capable of? Her hand patted his head which would've pissed him off even more if it weren't for the fact that it felt surprisingly good, sending a tingle up his spine and making him instinctively push his head against her palm.
“Don’t you fret, my lil furry companion. Nikki Sweet isn’t a tard. I’m not gonna just bumble into her joint without a plan. Sheesh, didn’t I tell you to calm yer tits? I got this, man. Now…” When Nikki removed her hand Okie was left feeling embarrassed. Embarrassed that such a simple thing as having his head petted left him completely incapacitated for a moment. He was sure it wasn't something he had been vulnerable to before, maybe it was just because of this form? It was possible.
The car was slowing down, making Okie look around him. He didn't see much from where he was sitting though, a building to their left and a whole lotta sky. When the car came to a stop he saw the familiar 'Kraken Burger' sign, making him tilt his head curiously. Why were they stopping here? GiGi sure as hell wasn't here, what could she possibly need from a fast food joint?
“What do yah want? The Number Six is the fucking shit, by the way.” Okie stared at Nikki with his little mouth open and his eyes widened, a look of utter disbelief.
"Yer stoppin' f'r feckin' burg'rs? Yo' wanna go see GiGi but yo' need burg'rs first? Ar' yo' fockin' shittin' me!?" His rambling fell on deaf ears as Nikki seemingly ignored him and made her order. Meanwhile Okie, who now had lost all faith in Nikki being able to get them through a meet with GiGi alive, started tugging on the doorhandle, desperate to get out. He didn't manage to open the door though, either because he couldn't get a decent grip with his paws or that his little body couldn't muster up the strength needed to actually open it. Or Nikki had activated the child safety locks.
“Seriously. It's on me. Least I can do before we go face certain death.” Okie stopped trying to open the door when he heard her words. Instead he just stood there, balancing himself by holding on the the handle, slowly lowering his head. Dying today was almost a given if they went to see GiGi, and even though Nikki sounded serious about it just now he wasn't sure if she really realized it. Okie was scared. He wasn't ready to die, not yet. He still hadn't gotten that copy of Flash Gordon from Amazon, and he really wanted to see it.
“It was a joke. Dun worry...yer safe with me. I got a plan...Alls I need from you is an address...” With his head still lowered he sat down in the seat again with a thump, looking truly pathetic as he stared at the floor in front of him in silence. After a few moments he raised his head and looked at the sign with the menu on it.
"I wan' tha' new on'..." He pointed at the sign as he talked, his words a lot quieter than usual and lacking that happy energy they always seemed dipped in. "Numb'r thirteen? Th' on' with th' chili-fried tent'cl' on it. An' a med'um-siz'd or'ngejuice t' drink..." Okie grew silent again as Nikki placed his order, thinking about his upcoming meal. He never would've guessed his last meal would be a burger, but maybe it wasn't so bad. Kraken Burger was actually pretty good, and he had wanted to try their new burger for a while. He just hoped it would taste as good as the commercials made it look. As the car drove forward to pay for the food Okie looked up at Nikki again.
"T&A A'to Repa'r." Not sure if she understood what he was saying he repeated it to her. "Tha's, tha's wher' we're goin'. T&A A'to Repa'r. Tha's wher' Gis'lle is..."
The burger was good. Really good even, but Okie didn't eat a lot of it. Partly because it was extremely big in his current form, but mostly because his stomach was in knots. He was terrified of seeing Giselle. Even if she didn't know who he was she would soon realize that he was part of the Thieves Guild and had brought a private investigator there, and he didn't for a moment believe GiGi would be OK with the explanation that Nikki had forced him to do it.
Okie started to panic, his breaths growing short and shallow. Hyperventilating he suddenly started clawing at the door, looking for a way to roll down the window.
"Air. Air." With a stressed voice he forced out the words, panicking that he wasn't able to open the window. Still clawing at the door he turned his head, looking at Nikki.
"AIR, LASS! ROLL DO'N TH' FOCKIN' WINDO'!" Suddenly the window started coming down. Okie had no idea if he managed to hit a button or if Nikki opened it for him, but he didn't care. As soon as it was down he stuck his furry little head out, desperately breathing in the fresh air. Well, fresh might've been generous, this particular street sorta smelled like piss, but it helped in calming Okie down. The wind on his face also felt good, making him scrunch up his little nose, his whiskers waving around. He looked out on the street, taking in the city and the people zooming by. Was he ever going to see any of it again? He wasn't counting on it.
They came to a stop at a red light, Okie still peeking out the side of the car. Another car, a red convertible that seemed pretty new, stopped next to them. Okie's head perked up when he saw the two riding in the car. Two attractive women, one with long, dark flowing hair and the other one with a shorter blonde cut. Both were wearing sunglasses and he could tell that the brunette driving had a rather sizeable chest, her breasts nearly spilling out of her teal top. She turned his way and saw Okie staring at her. He tried to give her his best smile, a confident but friendly smirk that usually allowed him to at least start a conversation with women. Her reaction this time though was completely different from what he had experienced before. She squealed and covered her mouth, urging her friend to look at Okie as she pointed at him.
"Look! Look how adorable it is!" Excitedly she bounced in her seat, making her breasts jiggle temptingly.
"OMIGAWD!" Her friend seemed equally excited by the sight of Okie. "It's a red panda! It's so cute!"
If Okie had something akin to a smile on his face it quickly disappeared at the same time his ears dropped. For a moment he had forgotten about how he looked and that he wasn't in his normal form, and the reminder that he was hit him hard, along with the fact that he was probably going to die today. Lacking the will to keep standing he simply fell backwards into the seat, lying down across it as he stared up into the roof. He could hear the two women calling for him, trying to get him to show up again, but he absolutely didn't feel like it. If this were his final hours, maybe even minutes on this earth he didn't want to be humiliated more than necessary. The damn streetlight couldn't turn green fast enough and Okie drew a sigh of relief when the car finally started moving.
After a few minutes of driving the car stopped again. With some problems he managed to stand up again so he could look out the window and he nervously swallowed when he did so. He had only seen that sign once before, and it scared him as much then as it did now. Funny how a rusty sign with such innocent words on it could scare someone so much.
"This... tha's th' place."
And to Okie's surprise, Nikki smiled as she looked down on him. His eyes widened hopefully at that, had he gotten through to her? Was she reaching for him to undo the spell and let him go? He closed his eyes as her hand drew near, expecting her to do some sort of magic that would turn him back, bracing himself for the possible pain coming. It had hurt like hell when he turned into this form, so growing bigger into his usual self was probably going to be painful as well. He felt a pain in his cheek and steeled himself, certain that once Nikki's magic really got going it would hurt a lot worse.
“By Saint Cuthbert’s steely nutsack. You are fucking adorable. It’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that.” Okie's eyes flew open in surprise at her words, turning his head towards her only to whince in pain when the move made her stretch out his little cheek.
"Wha' did yo' schay lasch?" His speech which was mostly unintelligable to Nikki on a good day was even more difficult to understand now as the fingers pinching his cheek didn't allow him to speak properly. Okie glared up at her, not believing what he just heard. That tone in her voice, was she making fun of him after he warned her about Gigi and what she was capable of? Her hand patted his head which would've pissed him off even more if it weren't for the fact that it felt surprisingly good, sending a tingle up his spine and making him instinctively push his head against her palm.
“Don’t you fret, my lil furry companion. Nikki Sweet isn’t a tard. I’m not gonna just bumble into her joint without a plan. Sheesh, didn’t I tell you to calm yer tits? I got this, man. Now…” When Nikki removed her hand Okie was left feeling embarrassed. Embarrassed that such a simple thing as having his head petted left him completely incapacitated for a moment. He was sure it wasn't something he had been vulnerable to before, maybe it was just because of this form? It was possible.
The car was slowing down, making Okie look around him. He didn't see much from where he was sitting though, a building to their left and a whole lotta sky. When the car came to a stop he saw the familiar 'Kraken Burger' sign, making him tilt his head curiously. Why were they stopping here? GiGi sure as hell wasn't here, what could she possibly need from a fast food joint?
“What do yah want? The Number Six is the fucking shit, by the way.” Okie stared at Nikki with his little mouth open and his eyes widened, a look of utter disbelief.
"Yer stoppin' f'r feckin' burg'rs? Yo' wanna go see GiGi but yo' need burg'rs first? Ar' yo' fockin' shittin' me!?" His rambling fell on deaf ears as Nikki seemingly ignored him and made her order. Meanwhile Okie, who now had lost all faith in Nikki being able to get them through a meet with GiGi alive, started tugging on the doorhandle, desperate to get out. He didn't manage to open the door though, either because he couldn't get a decent grip with his paws or that his little body couldn't muster up the strength needed to actually open it. Or Nikki had activated the child safety locks.
“Seriously. It's on me. Least I can do before we go face certain death.” Okie stopped trying to open the door when he heard her words. Instead he just stood there, balancing himself by holding on the the handle, slowly lowering his head. Dying today was almost a given if they went to see GiGi, and even though Nikki sounded serious about it just now he wasn't sure if she really realized it. Okie was scared. He wasn't ready to die, not yet. He still hadn't gotten that copy of Flash Gordon from Amazon, and he really wanted to see it.
“It was a joke. Dun worry...yer safe with me. I got a plan...Alls I need from you is an address...” With his head still lowered he sat down in the seat again with a thump, looking truly pathetic as he stared at the floor in front of him in silence. After a few moments he raised his head and looked at the sign with the menu on it.
"I wan' tha' new on'..." He pointed at the sign as he talked, his words a lot quieter than usual and lacking that happy energy they always seemed dipped in. "Numb'r thirteen? Th' on' with th' chili-fried tent'cl' on it. An' a med'um-siz'd or'ngejuice t' drink..." Okie grew silent again as Nikki placed his order, thinking about his upcoming meal. He never would've guessed his last meal would be a burger, but maybe it wasn't so bad. Kraken Burger was actually pretty good, and he had wanted to try their new burger for a while. He just hoped it would taste as good as the commercials made it look. As the car drove forward to pay for the food Okie looked up at Nikki again.
"T&A A'to Repa'r." Not sure if she understood what he was saying he repeated it to her. "Tha's, tha's wher' we're goin'. T&A A'to Repa'r. Tha's wher' Gis'lle is..."
The burger was good. Really good even, but Okie didn't eat a lot of it. Partly because it was extremely big in his current form, but mostly because his stomach was in knots. He was terrified of seeing Giselle. Even if she didn't know who he was she would soon realize that he was part of the Thieves Guild and had brought a private investigator there, and he didn't for a moment believe GiGi would be OK with the explanation that Nikki had forced him to do it.
Okie started to panic, his breaths growing short and shallow. Hyperventilating he suddenly started clawing at the door, looking for a way to roll down the window.
"Air. Air." With a stressed voice he forced out the words, panicking that he wasn't able to open the window. Still clawing at the door he turned his head, looking at Nikki.
"AIR, LASS! ROLL DO'N TH' FOCKIN' WINDO'!" Suddenly the window started coming down. Okie had no idea if he managed to hit a button or if Nikki opened it for him, but he didn't care. As soon as it was down he stuck his furry little head out, desperately breathing in the fresh air. Well, fresh might've been generous, this particular street sorta smelled like piss, but it helped in calming Okie down. The wind on his face also felt good, making him scrunch up his little nose, his whiskers waving around. He looked out on the street, taking in the city and the people zooming by. Was he ever going to see any of it again? He wasn't counting on it.
They came to a stop at a red light, Okie still peeking out the side of the car. Another car, a red convertible that seemed pretty new, stopped next to them. Okie's head perked up when he saw the two riding in the car. Two attractive women, one with long, dark flowing hair and the other one with a shorter blonde cut. Both were wearing sunglasses and he could tell that the brunette driving had a rather sizeable chest, her breasts nearly spilling out of her teal top. She turned his way and saw Okie staring at her. He tried to give her his best smile, a confident but friendly smirk that usually allowed him to at least start a conversation with women. Her reaction this time though was completely different from what he had experienced before. She squealed and covered her mouth, urging her friend to look at Okie as she pointed at him.
"Look! Look how adorable it is!" Excitedly she bounced in her seat, making her breasts jiggle temptingly.
"OMIGAWD!" Her friend seemed equally excited by the sight of Okie. "It's a red panda! It's so cute!"
If Okie had something akin to a smile on his face it quickly disappeared at the same time his ears dropped. For a moment he had forgotten about how he looked and that he wasn't in his normal form, and the reminder that he was hit him hard, along with the fact that he was probably going to die today. Lacking the will to keep standing he simply fell backwards into the seat, lying down across it as he stared up into the roof. He could hear the two women calling for him, trying to get him to show up again, but he absolutely didn't feel like it. If this were his final hours, maybe even minutes on this earth he didn't want to be humiliated more than necessary. The damn streetlight couldn't turn green fast enough and Okie drew a sigh of relief when the car finally started moving.
After a few minutes of driving the car stopped again. With some problems he managed to stand up again so he could look out the window and he nervously swallowed when he did so. He had only seen that sign once before, and it scared him as much then as it did now. Funny how a rusty sign with such innocent words on it could scare someone so much.
"This... tha's th' place."
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