10 - kookree.

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eddie's pov:

twenty minutes later, molly was back to normal, as you guessed she would be. dustin had been up both of your asses about what he saw but once the others arrived, you had told him to drop it. he did but then left for five minutes and when he came back-

"absolutely not." you said.

"you asked for a sub, we delivered." mike argued.

"this is hellfire club, not babysitting club." you retorted back, glancing at the disbelief in dustin's face for a split-second. you gave him a stern look but before you could say anything the little girl piped up.

"i'm eleven, you long-haired freak." she snaps.

quickly, you sigh. "my, my. the child speaks." you look up at the two goonies next to you, one of them laughing at your remark.

as your hands met the arms of the chair, it thudded quite loudly. you stood up. "so," you began. "what's your name child?" you walked over to her, some features of her face seeming very familiar but you couldn't place it. that was until she responded.

"erica sinclair."

that made you laugh slightly. "so this is sinclair's infamous sister." you looked around the room.

"he's sharp." she rolled her eyes, sarcastically. you heard two of the other hellfire members laugh to each other and just next to them, molly grinned at the girl. you wondered what was going on in her head before putting on the same stern expression you gave dustin just before, shutting them up.

"what's your class and level?" you responded, turning back to 'erica'. "level one, dwarf?" 

this made most of the hellfire club laugh quite freely this time. that was apart from mike, dustin and molly.

"my name is lady applejack and i'm a chaotic, good, half-rogue level fourteen and i will stand behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poisonous oak kookree and i'll smile as i watch them die a slow agonising death. so, we gonna do this? or we gonna keep chit-chatting like this is your mommy's book club?"

shit. she's good.. everyone in the room stayed quiet apart from molly who clapped slowly in her chair. you wanted to join in but decided against it. instead, you smiled at the kid and held your hand out for her to shake. "welcome to hellfire."

she kept a professional glace, taking your hand and shaking it once.

let the campaign begin.


word count: 398


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