Garlox quest

Chapter 68; Levelling heads

'Oh, are you leaving already? Well, it was ehm.. Nice catching up, Gnorx.' With a helping hand from Mex and Ankha, Gnorx managed to get pulled out of the chair. 'Yeah, thanks lad. Miss, thanks for the tea.' Gnorx lifted his hand in a friendly manner while at the same time looking at a puddle of tea that he had created. 'Not a problem in the world, it was simply delightful to have you here.' The judge was clenching her jaw and waving her hand in a forced yet elegant manner. 'It was nice of Gnorx to pay a visit after all that had hap--' Mex was halfway during his sentence when he turned around to see the judge scrubbing and brushing her house in a violent way. 'How can a simple man have such a boorish ring to his behaviour? It seems like every breath the man exhales damages my train of thought.' Hamlet stood at the door, making a sound that could be compared to barking. 'He might be a bit boorish, but he is a fine man underneath all of it, if I may say so.'  The judge looked up at Mex, and spoke with a dead tone in her voice. 'What a surprise, the common man stands up for his common folk.' Mex found that he was conflicted wheter to stay, or to visit Gnorx who clearly needed someone at his side this moment. 'Oh February, how pleasant of you to visit me within this darkest of my social hours! Every interaction has been making me doubt my sanity in this dump. Let me grab my most valued posession so that we can communicate like how we did. I have some news to share with you!' As the judge hastily made her way to the jar filled with the ''art'' that february had created for her. 'H-hey, February... W-who is that woman? She seems so bossy. Let's dump her and spend some time alone, okay?' Ankha tried to get February's attention, but to no succes. February was swiped off her feet in anticipation of what the judge had found. 'I did some calculations, and it turns out that some of your family might be safe. During this meteor storm, a record number of lows has been established! You told me all your people were captured, but with this extreme low, it seems like someone is preventing your people to be punished! Quite a miracle indeed. Have you visited my other dear friend? What did she say?' February could do not much but to stand and smile, until a tear escaped from her eye. 'She was so sorry for what I have been through, I am so alone...' February fell to the judge her arms, and wept like a small child. 'Please, dear. My shoulder is availabe to offer you the best of emotional support. I share the feeling you have of being a lonely individual in a world that is so complicated as this one. I can't even dare to imagine what it must be for you. To have lost that one place where you were not the one that is an outcast, to be home at last... My thoughts and prayers are forever yours. I hope they bring support in these darkest of moments. My condolances.'

Her short hair gently brushed against her cheek, as Queenly was rearranging her weapons. 'Deagro, how are you feeling my love?' Queenly quickly pulled her hood over her head, and cloaked her face with an extra veil. 'Armand, I feel fine today, thank you. Now leave.' Armand didn't let himself be ordered around like that, especialliy by a woman. 'You might be lady of honour, but I am still a man. You will obey to my orders!' Armand put a hand in Queenly's lap, and ran his fingers across her tighs. 'One day you will show me pretty face. I have been yearning for it since I saw your body. Why do you hide that beauty from me?!' Queenly quickly stood up, and pointed one of the daggers at Armand. 'How dare you talk to me like that? Must I show you what I did to those infedals yesterday? You are just as worthless as them.' Armand stood up, it seemed that he was not afraid of the weapon Queenly was pressing against his chest. 'For too long I have been keeping myself in. If you will not show yourself to me, I will force you to!' With a swift push against her chest and a quick reaction in which Armand pulled the cloak off of Queenly's head, he was shocked. 'Y-you are not Deagro, you are filthy princess from Pannack!' A bright blush caught Queenly by surprise. 'It's too late already. Move one inch and I will end your life with this poison tipped dagger. Within mere seconds you will be paralised for the rest of your life.' Armand spoke 'I'd rather be paralised for my life than not to try to take you down ''princess''! I shall take all I can to let you touch our queen.' Queenly could do nothing but giggle. 'That was a nice try, but it has already been done.' She put the dagger back in her arsenal and put her hood back on. 'What do you mean, is done? I feel fine!' As Queenly let her fingers run over a piece of charcoal that was servicing as eyeshadow, she whispered. 'If that is so... Come and get me, big boy.' As Armand tried to attack Queenly, he found himself unable to move. 'W-what is this..?' Queenly rubbed the charcoal on her fingers, and gently ran it over Armands face. 'A man would never touch a dagger, if the lap of a woman is there to service his touching needs. Queenly unwrapped herself from the cloth she was wearing, and rubbed the poisoned silque against his cheek. Soon after, it started burning, and a thick layer of callus formed quickly. 'You are about as see-through as every other warrior. Perhaps, that is my type... Strong, independent... Yet, you know your place so well. Loyal, like a homeless dog who has been fed for the first time. I used to be in love with a man just like that. He knew who to follow, but never showed that to his equals. Sooner or later, every man falls for the same old trick...' Queenly pushed Armand on her bed, and gazed into his terrified eyes. 'So, now you know... But, you know that I won't stay long after I kill the person responsible for all my sorrows and regrets. Well, the second person that is... In the room right next to you, I killed my own father.' Queenly pulled the poisoned dagger from her belt, and cut the name Daegro in Armand's chest. 'Oh, and after that I killed this woman... How dared she to disturb me while I was burrying everything that reminded me of who I was? My beloved helmet, the lance that my father had bought me... I even grew tired of my own hair.' Queenly scratched Deagro's name, and cut a giant Q in Armands stomach.  'How did she dare?! ''Are you okay?'' she asked me. ''Do you need help? Why are you crying, beautiful girl.'' The nerve she had...' Without a second thought, Queenly stabbed Armand in his eye. The blood leaking from it, and the charcoal Queenly had put on his cheek merged to become a glittery trail of red. 'Oh, that? Nothing I haven't done before. I did this to a woman before. She saw me creating a potion to save my father. Ofcourse, that was before all that. But how was I certain it would work?' Queenly undid her shoes, and put her feet right beside Armand's face. 'I killed myself.' She showed him the spot where she had cut herself. 'Before I knew I could do this, I was more than scared of dying... Scared that I would die before even becoming nearly as godlike as my father was. I had nothing to lose. As that poor girl walked in, the potion worked. I became a monster... I became a goddess. I was able to cheat death, nothing would stand in my way now! And now, like he did nearly fifteen years ago... I shall penetrate Shimashita. I shall penetrate her with the dagger of honour that she will hand me herself. Doesn't that sound nifty?' Queenly looked down, but it seemed that Armand had already passed away. 'What a tragic ending... I wonder if I could die again... Shush, that's nothing for me to worry about now. I must be on my way.'

'I don't want to kill anyone either...' Alice held the deck of card to her heart and exhaled. 'Miss. Annabelle?' Annabelle looked at Alice with surprise. 'Yes Alice, how can I assist you?' Annabelle saw that Alice had grasped the gravity of the situation and smiled kindly towards her. 'Please show me want it is like to be a digiland competitor.' Before Alice could even await Annabelle's reaction, Garreth had to voice his opinion. 'Right, as if. You don't get to 'learn' to be a digilander. And not from that assistant in a million years.' Annabelle frowned and tilted her head with a cat-like reflex. 'I'll remember that, next time when you need to have someone clean up after you.' As strict as the look she shared with Garreth , she smiled towards Alice. 'He... is right, you know? I might be quallified for a lot of things. But, being a digiland compettitor is not on my list of skills-- Tell you what, why don't we pick someone who can introduce you? While we have a crew working on your backstory, attitude and outfit. You still need to preform infront of all the fans watching at home.  How about we pick Maritte? She is very keen on her performance, if anyone could learn... It would be her.' 'W-who? Me?' Maritte shied away. 'T-that's okay, I suppose...' Maritte took a big step, and shook Alice's hand. 'N-nice to meet you.' Alice nearly  melted from the cuteness that Maritte radiated. 'O-oh, yes! Nice to meet you. I loved your performance in '09 when-- Oh! Sorry, look at me talking so much. I-it's just an honour to meet you all.. It's so surreal.' Maritte put up a kind smile, before a loud Alarm buzzed. 'Syalm?!' Annabelle shouted. 'Yeah, yeah. I'll do it tomorrow.' One of the eight members that didn't swarm around Alice was Syalm. He appeared to be lounging in a beanbag, holding a comic-book. 'No! Today! It seems like the cosmic levels on planet five are dangerously high! Didn't you do the fan tribute video as I asked before?' 'Fan what now?' Annabelle firmly grabbed Syalm by his wrist and tugged him along to the elevator. 'Miss Annabelle?!' Maritte shouted while Annabelle was pressing the elevator button. 'Yes?' 'I-I was thinking... M-maybe... You know, this would be a good moment to show Alice how we treat the fans?' The elevator opened it's doors, and Annabelle appeared to be thinking. 'Hmm... Very well, Alice. Follow us! This young man might not be the best of examples...' She said as she threw Syalm in the elevator. 'But you'll get the idea. Onwards!'