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Date Posted: 20:47:59 04/07/02 Sun
Author: Tristan
Subject: Another deal for you
In reply to: Marz 's message, "Let's make a deal" on 10:28:43 04/05/02 Fri

Tristan shook the magic crystal ball rather violently, a frustrated growl working its way up his throat. Why wasn’t the damned thing working anymore? Every time he closed his eyes and thought really hard about what he wanted to find, nothing would happen. He’d open his eyes and stare as much into the globe as he wanted, but all he could see was this boring, shifting fog stuff, as if it couldn’t make up its mind what to show him.

“Lousy piece of shit,” he muttered, throwing the crystal ball onto the ground in a sudden fit of anger. He winced automatically when it bounced on the hard rocky surface, rolling a couple feet before coming to a stop beside a tiny stalagmite. He frowned, and stooped to pick it up again, biting his lip at the ugly dirt marks that streaked the once clear outer glass. Marz probably wasn’t going to appreciate that.

Sighing, and still grumbling under his breath, he skulked back to the springs. After looking about to make sure no one was watching, he set all his stuff down and knelt beside the edge of the water. He dipped the crystal ball a couple times, rubbing it with a kerchief from his pocket until it was spotless again. At that point, Urchin, was still shoved up in the toe of one of the brown boots, managed to twist around and crawl his way out, chittering excitedly as he poked his head up. Tristan turned around just in time to see the little rat jump out of the boot and start scurrying away. He acted purely on instinct, lunging forward almost faster than humanly possible and pouncing on the ferret, growling and baring his teeth as the smelly little thing started to bite him and claw at him.

“Nasty little—ouch!” Tristan stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking on the bleeding bite mark while still holding on to the struggling creature with one hand. “Quit it!” he yelped, when Urchin sank his little teeth into another one of his fingers. “Stop it, you stupid… Ouch! Shit!”

He thought about ripping some hair out of the ferret’s belly so he didn’t have to hold on to it anymore, but once again, he thought of Marz, who wouldn’t be too happy to learn that Tristan had de-haired the whole bottom part of his beloved rat. Instead, he stuffed it into one of the boots again, rolling the top down so it couldn’t get out again.

“Give me back my boots yew blewdy filcher!”

Tristan jerked his head at the angry shout from across the tiny lake, his eyes going wide as he watched Argus racing toward him. “Go to hell!” he muttered, shooting the weird angry man a glare as he hurriedly scooped up all his stuff and took off in the opposite direction. Argus chased after him for a good bit, but Tristan managed to slip behind a spider house and lose him, a slight, triumphant smile coming to his face as he waited there, all his treasures clutched protectively to his chest.

After he waited around a few more minutes, he decided to call it quits. Maybe there just wasn’t anymore stuff to find, and that’s why the crystal ball wouldn’t show him anything. He wondered idly how well Marz was doing and smirked, figuring he probably hadn’t gotten far if he was still flying as high as a kite.

He made up his mind to go and look for him, so he started to wander around a bit, peeking through the doors and windows of the houses he passed in hopes of finding him. Once, he got the surprise of his life when he stood up on his toes and peered through a window, his mouth falling open as he stared at a naked Ravin, who was crouched over Isobel, her long, beautiful naked legs resting on his shoulders as he bent his head toward her…her…

Tristan quickly shut his eyes and turned around, pressing his back up against the outer wall of the house. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, because every time he tried to move away Ravin or Isobel would moan loudly, freezing his limbs solid. His knees felt like jelly, and his face was burning so hot he thought his cheeks were going to ignite from sheer embarrassment!

They apparently stopped after a while, and just as Tristan was finally able to collect himself and slink away, something darted over his head. The loud obnoxious voice from within the house made it clear that Barry was in there now, and sure enough, the skull flew right back out, almost immediately, yelling for Corum of all people to turn away before it was too late. He tried to get away, but—too late. Both Corum and Barry saw him.

“It was an accident!” he explained, his heart still racing. “I wasn’t spying on them!”

Well, his dignity was already about six feet under, so he just bit his tongue and scampered off as quickly as possible. Finally, he entered another house, this time without even knocking, and lo and behold, there was Marz, halfheartedly searching the place for something, probably the items on Corum’s list.

“Well, I can see which of us is the better treasure hunter,” he said briskly, willing his lustful feelings to go away as he dumped his collected loot on one of the nearby beds. He looked up at Marz, grinning proudly. “I got everything except the feather and the book on boats, thanks to this.” He pulled the crystal ball out of his pocket, holding it up for a second before tossing it on the bed, too.

“Oh, but you wouldn’t believe who I saw going at it like animals just a second ago!” He felt his face blossoming red again, so he ducked his head, trying to act nonchalant. “Well, I guess it’s no big deal, really. I’m sure everybody else knew about them except me, as usual.”

Suddenly, he wanted to close the distance between the two of them, so he walked up behind Marz and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder. “I love you so much,” he said softly, closing his eyes and smiling. “I’ll even let you have all the stuff I found if you promise to love me forever.”

A familiar, chittering sound diverted his attention, and he opened his eyes again to frown at Urchin, who had managed to crawl out of the boot for the second time and was currently making his way toward the door.

“There goes my blonde hair,” Tristan sighed. He closed his eyes again and tightened his grip around Marz, suddenly feeling as though the treasure hunt weren’t quite so important anymore.

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