Ooh-la-la-Tibby
Reiden Murtock
Ooh-la-la-Tibby
Reiden Murtock
He turned his attentions on the crowd forming around him. The king wouldn't like knowing that he started something when he was told to stay out of sight. But how would he get the information he came for..?
"Formv Hrethcarach...formv Jurgencarmeitder nos eta goroth bahst Tarnag, dur encesti rak k Jok is warrev az ythn! Kenimaru barzulegar.."
Tibby looked up from where she was sat and looked at the man. ''Are you saying you're looking for Kenimaru?'' She asked.
The man literraly jumped up and looked at the woman who had spoken the tyrant's name.
"Jok is warrev az ythn.."
"Jok is warrev az ythn.."
''Um...'' She felt a little embarassed not knowing the language he was talking in.
''Er...kasnt du spreche deustch? French?'' She tried to comunicate with him in a different language that she would understand, aswel as him.
"Terra..?" He raised an eye brow. All of this was somewhat wearing the man out..No one understood him and this girl said the tyrant's name. He couldn't afford losing his cool after having spent 4 years looking for the NightCrawler beast.
''Ok, OK..'' She said, standing up and walking towards him. ''You can understand me right? So if you agree with me on anything, nod you're head. Shake you're head if you don't understand me.'' She said, gesturing a nod of her head for yes and a shake of her head for a no.
He still didn't understand so he simply copied the woman's shakings and noddings..
''Thank heavens!'' She told herself, ''You!'' She pointed at him. ''Are...looking...'' She put her fingers infront of her eyes. ''For...'' Holding up four fingers. ''Kenimaru!''
He jumped up and nodded very fast.
"Oei!"
"Oei!"
She punched the air above her and squealed. ''Oei!!! We understand a little!'' She giggled, smiling, assuming Oei ment 'yes'.
''Kenimaru....comes here...'' She pointed at the ground. ''Why...'' She shrugged her shouders, ''do you...'' pointing at him again, ''....want him?'' Tibby stumbled for a gesture, but assumed he knew what she ment.
"Kenimaru, barzulegur terra blothr.."
In one swift movement, he had his two Katars out, motioning one over his own throat. The Kater itself was a little rusted over at the base. Dried blood also resided on the rusted base.
In one swift movement, he had his two Katars out, motioning one over his own throat. The Kater itself was a little rusted over at the base. Dried blood also resided on the rusted base.
''You....you want to...kill him?'' She asked, trembling a little.
"Oei.."
He settled his short swords back on his back. then looked about the room for the first time since he came into the Inn.
He settled his short swords back on his back. then looked about the room for the first time since he came into the Inn.
''But he is a nice person. Why do you wish to kill him?'' She asked, a little confussed.
"Os il dom qiranu carn dur thargen.."
The man looked about as if to find Kenimaru to appear himself.
The man looked about as if to find Kenimaru to appear himself.
''Ur...well...um....he's...he has only ever been here....once that is....and um....he didn't really enjoy it....yeah. I don't think, he'll come...here again.'' She stumbled to find some words to say, gesturing all different types of hand movements, trying to save Kenimaru's skin.
A butterfly seemed to find its way into the Inn through an open window. It flew between Reiden and the wall.. In a flash, only one of his Katars flew from his back and stabbed into the butterfly. It was pinned into the wall and its life was no more. Reiden hadn't need to find his target. The talent only made from having been born a soldier for the King of Valaskjalf. He gave a good tug on the handle and the butterfly fell in two to the floor.
"Kenimaru..."
The Katar was on his back once more and he went to grab his cloak from the wrack it was thrown on.
"Kenimaru..."
The Katar was on his back once more and he went to grab his cloak from the wrack it was thrown on.
''Nyaaa!!'' Tibby squealed, she ran to the butterfly, hoping that it wasn't dead. ''Y...you killed it!'' Her eyes filled witth tears as she picked the butterfly u in her hands. ''You poor thing.'' She stroked it's fragile dead wings, gently and softly.
Reiden threw his cloak over his shoulders and whisked himself away out of the Inn. He would find the Tyrant and bring him back to be sentenced by the King.
