Voyage Into Darkness
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06-10-2012, 01:09 PM
The Vampire Queen
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: The Nightosphere
Re: Voyage Into Darkness
Wickson and Ningan found themselves in a narrow corridor, which greatly contrasted to the spacious rooms on the lower floor. The corridor was lined with many doors, all numbered. Ningan checked that there was nobody in sight before forcing Wickson against the wall aggressively, which startled him.
"Look, I don't know why I confessed my whole life to you...I probably hoped I would never see you again." he muttered coldly. "But now that I know you and Lamatte are 'best buddies', I need you to keep your mouth shut."
"I don't understand..." Wickson said rather fearfully. "What aren't I meant to have said?"
"I told you all about the Sheikah Tribe of Hyrule." Ningan reminded him. "I told you about how I was on a mission, and how I had been concealing my identity for years. Lamatte doesn't' know any of this, and he never will. Do you promise me you'll never tell him about any of this?"
Wickson nodded his head. "Good. Ningan smiled and relaxed his grip on the cyan tunic. "Now that you're here, I may as well tell you the whole truth. That night I got tipsy in the bar and walked home alone...I was arrested. I arrested by Divinites and taken to the Oblim Prison."
"Why did they arrest you?"
"That's an even longer story. Anyway, I got out, and I fled Oblim with Oneiro."
"Oneiro? Is she your partner?"
"No, we're not together!" Ningan snapped. "But she is one of my family. The Sheikah. Lamatte doesn't know this either. I told him she was an oracle who was directing me back to Hyrule. He believed me."
"I promise I won't tell." Wickson said honestly. "But what you must know is that Lamatte told me his own secrets, about his own personal life. I promise not to betray either of you."
Ningan smiled and rubbed his hair affectionately. "You're a good man, Wickson. Let me buy you a drink."
Downstairs, Lamatte was waiting at the reception desk in his golden tunic. The girl with the green hair was flicking through the reservation log when a shadow loomed over them. He turned to find Stephano, the glossy-haired, self-obsessed son of Ricco, sporting his glittering red waistcoat. Beside him stood Newton, in a plain white tunic, whom he treated as a personal slave. Lamatte‘s heart sank.
“Hey, Lamatte! Long time, no see! I'm glad you could make it!” He gripped Lamatte's palm firmly and shook it. "Where's your partner?"
"I don't have one." he said a little bitterly. "I see yours in beside you as usual."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Stephano chortled. "Newton is just a friend, as you know. No, my girlfriend is at the bar getting drinks. You might have heard of her..."
"Oh really?" Lamatte said uninterested. "Is she a celebrity?"
"Only Tracsus's top model!" he boasted. "The beautifully glamorous Lady Davina!"
"Did you say Davina?" Lamatte said with sudden surprise.
"Yes!" Stephano huffed, looking rather offended. "Anybody who's anybody knows Lady Davina!"
"Oh, it's just that I used to know someone called Davina..."
"Well I doubt you know any top models!" he cackled. "I'm planning on proposing to her tonight. My father will be so proud!"
"Stephano, I'm just going to the toilet." Newton said bashfully, before hurrying out of the door. The receptionist handed Lamatte his room key and he quickly followed, eager to avoid Stephano's ego.
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