"The prized what of a what?"Mikayla huffed, the cold air revealing the steam of her breath. "Okay, maybe I need to describe this better. But please put that down.""She won't even know that I took it." An idea was slowly forming in Corey's head. If the knight ever attacked, he could use this. If she would track him down, just for this heirloom, then she obviously wouldn't want it to be shattered. "She- well it doesn't come with a tracker. She would just assume that you took it. But but Corey, it's not a good idea to tamper with the Ace knights." Mikayla looked, left and right. Then she snatched Corey's hand into hers and dragged him away from the forest. She pulled him all the way to his cabin and slammed the door shut. There she paced back and forth, biting her thumb. Corey placed the heirloom in his inventory while she was busy in her own thoughts. He rolled the jacket off his shoulders, and tossed towards the single arm chair in the room. Corey fell back on the bed and waited fo
Morning came slow, as if it wanted to give the group more time to rest. But some people tended to wake up before the morning sun. Corey was up early, sleeping for so long was never how he programmed his body. He had gotten dressed, packed and cleaned up his cabin by the time he heard the soft rampant tap to his door. Yumiko came in without waiting for Corey to let her, seh jumped onto his bed moving up and down as it bounced.."Good morning." Corey greeted the hyper kin. She rolled around, messing up the bed he had neatly fixed. Seeing as she was the chief's daughter, he said nothing. The man wouldn't complain if he found out who left his cabin like this. "Morning Corey. Do you wanna have breakfast with the rest of us?" Corey grabbed his small bag, throwing it over his right shoulder. Then he nodded, reaching down for Yumiko's tail. Corey lifted her off the bed, something about her rolling on it was getting to his head. He placed Yumiko on the floor before straightening out the mes
Half way through the day, Corey got an idea. He told Mikayla he would return with something for her to eat and drink. The sun was hot, and she sometimes forgot to eat something or rest her legs while sailing. Corey stopped by the kitchen, the woman he was looking for was there. Mincing up some vegetables. She wasn't alone though. Pamela was discussing something he didn't bother to pick up on what the topic of their conversation was. "Corey, you hungry?" Misha tossed her hair over her shoulders so she could see him clearly. Her fingers didn't stop mincing. working the knife with excellent precision. "I need a snack, and water for Mikayla. The weather got too hot and she made a coughing sound twice."Pamela gasped. "I'll go get an umbrella so you can give it to her.""Thank you."Corey waited until the engineer was out of the room before he crossed the distance kept between him and Misha. "I'll make her some sandwiches. Anything else?""Yes, I need you to make something for me. You
"This is so fucking cool, Corey.""I had my doubts but you really pulled through.""They serve drinks in the funniest looking cups.""The view is…. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing the view is. It's something you just have to see to understand.""Cresten sent up our itinerary, and my god- Corey!""I wish there was a spot in the city for Greta, she would have loved to see this."Corey blinked at the sharp lights stinging his eyes. He thought that giving the ladies a vacation would stop them from breaking into his room and waking him up to talk. But he was clearly wrong to think such a thing. He had only slept for an hour, he could t seeell. He went to bed before any of them and they had told him they were going to explore. He should have known they would give him their feedback. He glanced around, the circle of faces formed around his resting body. Corey just wanted to ask what deity was watching over him. If he does something wrong, these girls will wake him up to chew h
They were escorted out of the van and introduced to the guards. "Please remember their faces. Here in carnival city, no two clowns are exactly alike."Misha saved their faces, and Corey memorized every detail. The guards gave them a warm welcome, with flowers and candy. Then the official tour began. "This right here is the prize area. If you go play a game, you can win a prize." Cresten turned his eyes to Corey. "You can win romantic items for your lovely ladies. From Teddy bears, to grand level weapons. There everything for each and every one of you."Their eyes lit up, and Corey told himself in his head that he was not going to be able to get the fruit today. Become of some mild inconveniences. Such as the hungry women staring at the carnies and their booths. "Try out the rides. Win something games. Have some fun before lunch. And anything ride that has a yellow tape and no lines, please avoid."A swift breeze ran over Corey's skin. He pulled his coat tighter, and glanced back. T
The next day Corey spent it without the laides, they wanted to have some more fun with different rides. Borba wanted to test out the high tech park that had put the Loco Funatarium out of business. Corey toured the hotel, completing different games. It was quite easy when he wasn't getting distracted by anything. He focused his entire energy into it. You see, Corey had an idea of what he was going to do the next night. Sneaking out into the park to challenge the killer clown. That was if he didn't kill Corey before he could do anything. But to achieve this plan, he needed his own killer. He was about to round up the twelfth game when he realized he was on a different hall. One that had a yellow tape on each door. There had been no rule saying Corey couldn't explore but he found it oddly strange that there yellow tapes on every single door in this floor. If it meant something bad then they should have kept a warning. Not wanting to follow his curious mind, Corey continued the cross
"Who the fuck set you free? They do know you were a fucking terrorizer right?!"NewAge: SHE WAS VERY MUCH, A PSYCHO AMONGST PSYCHOS. WE STRUCK OIL.'I need to hex her soon enough. This could come back to bite me in the ass. And I do not want that.'Gogo smirked at loco. "Hey old friend. I kind of need that fruit that you have. Hand it over, or I'll eat your bones. I've done it before. Remember, Gretchen."Loco flinched. "I want Feldman. I'll give you the fruit in exchange for him.""No thank you. He's my new interest. Give me the fruit, or I will eat your bones.""That's not how it works, Gogo. It's either you win it, or you trade me something for it.""Fight me for it."Both of them turned their heads to face Corey. He stepped forward, dropping Gogo's bags in her hands. Corey unsheathed Luke and the sword released a battle cry. The armor appeared in no time. "If you win, I'll come willingly. If you lose, I will kill you and take the fruit."Seeing this as an easy win, Loco accepted
"I can't believe our vacation is over." Pamela grumbled her feelings out. "I can't believe Corey knocked out a large clown and didn't tell us about it." Misha socked him in the ribs. His breath cut out, and gasped. "I can't believe I felt that." He wheezed out, and Misha cheered. She threw her fist forward, making punching motions. They were on board the ship, preparing for their next quest. With an additional member. Gogo. Borba's favorite person. The two talked more, and got along. Gogo was interested in learning more about the woman she idolized, all the while trying to introduce her personality to Borba. While the women tried to regain their usual schedules, and not mourn over the end of their vacation, Corey sat down in his room to think of some bags and clothes for their next mission. This time, the fruit wasn't going to be easy to collect. He asked NewAge to refresh his memory on the fruit. NewAge: THE NEXT FRUIT YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO GET IS A GOLDEN APPLE. IT ONLY GROWS I