Surviving the Lock Keeper's Game

015- Bonding

"I have an idea on how we can speed up the bond between you and Greta."

Eleanora let her shock be known through her face. Her parents had only given her one way all her life. Train constantly with the dragon. Though she had tried that, it just didn't seem to work. The first time she used Greta's fury was on a pack of dragon hunters, and that hadn't been her order. The dragon just went ballistic.

It, however, bumped Eleanora up to level five. And she's been stuck there ever since, unable to move up. Greta refused some orders, she counted today as a lucky day for the dragon to have obeyed her.

The only time they were ever in sync, is when they were in air, and in battle.

But a level five can only do so much.

"What other way?"

"It will involve Pamela, and getting Greta in a bit of danger."

The women didn't understand, Corey almost laughed at their faces. They were lost to his words.

NewAge: EVEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE PLANNED.

'I know.' Corey was aware his system was powerful, and very different. He doubted all systems could talk, and give such riveting responses.

And at the moment, he was wondering if the system could alter the game. Make changes to certain parts. He would have to level up and practice more with NewAge to know.

"If you save Greta's life, she'll bond with you quickly. Trusting that you have her safety and best interest in your mind. That's really what you need to do."

Eleanora mouth dropped wide open. That had never crossed her mind once. And of course it hadn't. With Greta being a Great Dane, one of the biggest, strongest dragons in lithua, she never thought she could save the dragon. Or that anyone can save the dragon.

She is one of the Aphelion's greatest price. One out of six Great Danes left in the entire world.

"How? Greta is massive. Her scales are strong, saving her is not possible." She says in full disbelief.

Corey turns to face Pamela, who has been quiet. "If I get you the right tools, and equipment, will you be able to build a string robot."

"Yes. That's easy, especially in a place like this. But where would you-"

"Let me worry about that. I need you to make something that might freak Greta out but not a dragon hunter, that will anger out. Great Danes are uncomfortable in front of Norks. They're a hybrid mix between an ogre and a donkey. It's not pleasant to see, but I can paint you a picture. Their skin releases a set of Neuro toxins that can make a Great Dane ill." He reached for a broken twig, and crouched to draw something on the sand. Pamela walked around, peering over Corey's shoulders. Her breast brushed his cheek. Eleanora took the other side of Corey, leaning as well.

Corey felt some tunr hot in his skin. He was just noticing the assets of the women. Shaking his head to bring back focus, he referred back to his knowledge of games. "I played a game that involved Norks. They can't kill the dragon, and a special blend made with the inclusion of a dragon mage's blood can cure them. Greta will sense it's yours. The bond will be formed."

With both women listening, Corey completed his drawing of the Nork Pamela was to make.

"This thing, is rancid." She murmurs. Eleanora agreed with a soft hum. She turned to say something to Pamela, not noticing the way Corey's eyes flickered with attention at her bosom slapping against his head.

"Do you really think you can make it?"

"Yes. I'm skilled in robotics engineering. If Corey can get me what I need, I can make a functioning robot Nork that will smell as bad as the real one."

"Great then." Corey moved to get up, forcing the women to stand straight. "Eleanora, I will give you a list of ingredients to gather. You can even take Greta to get them, but be back before sunset." She nodded, giving him a two finger salute. "Pamela and I will gather the items and build the Nork before you return."

"Alright. Let's hope this plan works."

'I thought of it. Why won't it work?' Corey thought with confidence. Sure, many things could go wrong. But he was talented in this types of things.

Eleanora ran for the tent to grab some things she would need. Pamela followed her, she wanted to grab the sachel she had seen there.

With the women away, Corey thought about the list they would need to heal Greta. Grabbing it once it appeared.

NewAge: WHERE WILL YOU GET THE TOOLS TO BUILD A ROBOT, COREY?

'Simple, I'll make one through you. There aren't any parts around here. And we'll need something that smells as bad as a Nork.'

NewAge: WHAT WILL YOU TELL PAMELA WHEN SHE ASKS HOW YOU CAN MAKE THIS?

'Simple. It's my ability. That's all. I don't have to go into details about anything.'

Eleanora came out first, rushing until she stood in front of Corey. Her hair had bene rolled up into a ponytail, possibly to keep it out of the way. But it's length still showed. Stopping beneath her firm behind.

He handed her the piece of paper, and she hugged him. There was something about Eleanora and physical touch. She had hugged Corey more than three times since she killed the elites.

She shouldn't be too quick to trust. But he wouldn't say that to her. She was far too important to make an enemy out of.

Eleanora was gone by the Pamela stepped towards Corey. The brown, sachel with a golden crest of the Aphelion family name on the front.

He led Pamela to the logs, and sat her down. Taking the spot next to her.

Corey thought about another way to do this, he could lead her on a wild goose trail through what remains of the forest and pretend to find items. Which would take who knows how long, and Pamela wasn't a fool.

"Where are we going to get the metal I need to make a robot? And not to mention -" Corey cut her rambling off.

"Just tell me what you need and I'll make it."

"How can you do that? Come to think of it, how did you even get here? Have you lived here all this while? Do you know how we can get back?"

'Here goes the question,' his face fell.

"I was brought here just like you. I don't want to go back, I want to enjoy the world here. I don't know how you can return home, but we'll find out toget. And I don't know how I can make stuff. It just happens."

NewAge: INDEED IT DOES. EVERYTHING JUST HAPPENS

He snickered quietly.

"I can see why you'd enjoy being here. It's like a video game. I don't know the first thing about those." Pamela sighed.

"That's why you have me, I'll help you. Until we can get you home." She smiled at his response. Nodding her head as a spark of hope flared through her eyes.

Corey had to stop and ask himself how he never had a girlfriend in his life, it seems so possible to do it. But he was too busy gaming, protecting his mother, and tending to his wounds. There was no space for a love life.

And his dead emotions didn't help either.

"Okay, here's what I need." She began listing out the different parts she would need to make the robot. And some other things that couldn't be found on earth, but it would help her here. Basically fictional equipments. And deadly ones, like raw uranium.

To each item she mentioned, Corey had NewAge make them. They popped in the air one by one, falling to the ground without a sound. Nothing broke.

Seeing everything at her feet, Pamela asked for two more things.

"I need my lucky kit from my dorm, and something more fitting for an engineer to wear." She motioned to the rosey gown she had on. Folding one leg over the other. The pale light complexion of her skin, made her body a stunning delight to stare at. And although he had never felt sexual attraction in his life before, Corey found the thought of watching Pamela build a robot to be arousing.

"What does the kit look like?"

She described the packaging of her favorite kit, it came equipped with every small thing she needed to build in confidence.

Corey had to think hard about it, using his brain to piece all the information she gave together to form the right image.

Once he was sure he had gotten it, NewAge made it appear.

Without knowing that Pamela's roommate had been holding the kit when it was transported from her very hands. Kat stared, in obvious shock. She fell to the bottom bunk and shoved her face into the pillow.

Crying as she wondered how deep her grief had gone, that she had envisioned holding Pamela's kit.

In the world of the Lock Keeper, Pamela's eye lit up as she reached for her kit. And the attire Corey had made. A grey jumpsuit, and matching thick gloves.

Forgetting the teen was there, Pamela dropped the sachel over her shoulders and rolled the dress down. Corey's eyes widened at the sight of her rosy pink nipples, he quickly slammed his eyes shut.

"Um y-you-” he was stuttering his words. Hearing that, Pamela yelped. Then breathed out when she was that Corey had his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." She quickly got herself dressed.

"You can open your eyes now."

Corey peaked through first, just to be sure. He had only seen women nude in magazines his co-worker would read during their break. Never once had he been in front of a lady when she had no clothes on. Or anything covering her bare body from his eyes.

And on a normal day, he wouldn't have cared.

Pamela tucked her hair behind her ears, her cheeks firmly pink. She bent until her weight rested on her knees.

Then, she started. Cracking her fingers.