Dragon Codex: Knight of Chaos

Ever clears her throat and turns to fully face him, "They're twin blades," She smiles from beneath her balaclava mask, "How about a split? Fifty fifty?" She holds both blades up and gives them a small wave to tempt him. They have weight to them, feeling foreign in her hands. She'll have to practice with them more if she's going to use them to their full potential.

The guy reaches a hand up to cover his masked mouth as he snorts, "You want to split the Chaos Blessed item?" His voice is incredulous. "An S-ranked item?"

Well, when you put it like that… She shrugs, she didn't really expect him to fall for it. Anyone smart wouldn't at least. She takes a side step away from him and closer to the door. All she needs to do is get somewhere there's shade and with her Phantom in the Night skill, she'll be out and away before he can even make an attack.

Everscent blinks and he's suddenly standing inches away from her with her blades in his hands, gripped between tight fingers. How?!

"Next time, don't get caught, yeah?" He winks at her. And then he's gone, a gust of wind blowing past her.

What the fuck just happened? There's multiple clacks of something small and hard and then Everescents eyes widens when she's tackled to the ground. Her cheek smacks against the ground and she grunts when pain pulses through her skull. A growl rumbles before a short snout full of sharp teeth flashes in her peripheral.

A draeven? She didn't know they had Draeven's working as their watch dogs. Did they get a new security detail manager?

Fuck. Fuck!

Her blood boils as her reality sinks in. So in the end, she did get caught, no thanks to that bastard.

There's a sharp whistle and the draeven on top of her digs its claws into her back, tearing past her black clothing and into her bare skin. She screams, blood soaking into her clothes and slicking the floor. The red scaled miniature dragon jumps off and waddles somewhere behind her, his stubby tail whipping her calf. She grumbles under her breath as two arms encircle around hers and she groans as the guards hoist her up.

Standing before her is an older man with salt and pepper hair and a thick and neatly trimmed black beard. There are two AK-47's strapped to his back, the straps holding them look so out of place around his firmly pressed black suit.

"Why are you wearing a tux?" She blurts the first thing that comes to mind. "You're just a security detail manager. And aren't you too old? You should retire now." She continues, her head tilting. It's a true concern, what if something more serious had happened and he got injured? She would have felt guilty which would've been annoying. Her consciousness would have driven her to make muffins and buy a get well soon card just to ease it.

"Old?" The man gasps, his hands curling into fists. "Retire?" He spits out next. He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes. Dragon Gods, give me patience, he thinks. "You ruined my date by stealing the Daggers of Chaos on the one night I got to spend with my pookie this week, and you have the gall to insult me?" The old man scowls, "I'm going to ruin your face now."

Damn it, she's so fucked now.

When he punches her, there's a loud thwack and she's falling to the floor.

***

Everscent groans and blinks as she wakes up. Her left eye throbs, her head pounding as she stares down at a silver table. When she tries to lift her hands, she jerks and glances down to see them cuffed to the arms of the chair she sits on. Neutralizer cuffs, she frowns. She has no access to the system or to her blessing with them on.

Her platinum-white hair dangles free, her balaclava mask and hood ripped off and scattered on the floor.

"Oh good, you're up."

She looks up with wide blue eyes and blinks, "Oh! It's the old man!"

The old man raises his hand and slaps her. Her head whips to the left, her face exploding. "Stop. Calling," He grits his teeth with each word, "Me. Old!" He takes a step back and sighs.

Everscent groans, her head hanging back against the chair as her head throbs. Her cheek begins to swell, blood rushing to the bruised area. He's strong for an old man.

His frown causes wrinkles to appear around his nose and he touches the back of his hand to his cheek, feeling along his skin, "Surely I'm not that wrinkly." He pouts his lower lip out and turns his head to the left. "You don't think pookie thinks I'm old, do you, Xavier?"

Everscent glances in the same direction to see the draeven laying on the cement floor, his head resting over his paws and his leathery wings splayed out. Xavier huffs and turns away with his eyes closed.

"You're both wrong." The old man sniffles. He turns away and wipes a handkerchief under his eyes, "I'm only thirty-seven." He begins to mumble under his breath, clearly speaking more to himself than to Ever or Xavier. "I'm not old. Pookie doesn't think I'm old."

Thirty-seven?! With salt and pepper hair? There's no way. . . Unless, does he stress a lot? Everscent tilts her head, probably over little stuff like this that involves his 'pookie'. She shudders, poor lady.

He clears his throat and comes to stand across from her.

"Where's the S-ranked item?" His entire demeanor has changed. There's no more woe for being called old, or admiration when he's talking about his pookie. He's cold and firm. The lightness in his eyes hardens into determination, and her stomach sinks.

Ah, she's stuck between a corner and a hard place, huh?

"I don't know." she sighs. It's true. She really doesn't know where it is right now. Not even who it's with, because while the other thief did seem a bit familiar, she doesn't know who he is. For all she knows he could be the son of the baker on Lemons street, who makes her favorite banana nut muffin.