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The Dragon Lady’s Dark Side, Part 3 (Conclusion)

Posted on Thu Aug 24th, 2017 @ 7:31pm by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)

Mission: Everyday
Location: Headmistress’ Quarters, Townsend Tower - Atlanta, Georgia
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 23 January 2012

Syn chuckled, and looked to her friend, that darkness lurking in her strange eyes. “I don’t think that I’ll just slide back into being the evil person that I once was. I was being controlled during that time. However, I know that I’ll be able to slide into that state of mind rather easily, at least for the duration of the mission. At least he’s an evil son of a bitch, and not just some farmer that irritated the wrong man.”

Nodding in agreement, Talon set his glass to the side and shifted on his cushion. “There is no doubt that he deserves whatever we give him. And I will agree that we need to protect our people from him. I just hope that you have thought this through completely, you are contemplating visiting a very dark place in your life.” The blue eyed man looked her in the eyes, saying, “You will be risking everything you have worked so hard for in this place. If even one camera gets a picture, or if one person survives to tell the story, you could lose all of this. Is it worth it?” Dyami picked up his cup and took another drink, clearly enjoying the ancient wine.

“I have no intention of going in as my current self,” Syn said, shaking her head. She took a bit larger of a drink of her own wine, then set the glass down. “I knew that I may have to revisit this someday, thus the ancient implements that I’ve cared for so diligently for all of these years. And I’m not about to let cameras catch sight of me anyway. What kind of ninja do you take me for?” the woman scoffed, giving him another mischievous smile.

Talon laughed and slipped a pen out of the front pocket of his flannel shirt, “I just want to make sure that you are careful, things like this pen camera could spell a lot of trouble for you and I.” Handing it to the diminutive woman he said, “Zajic is likely to have many secrets and traps guarding him besides just his men.”

“Well, I would think so, considering that from everything that I’ve found out, he likely lost most of his little army that night in Chicago,” Syn said, taking the pen and turning it over in her hand for a moment. “Something tells me that he really wasn’t counting on mutants being involved in the equation. A mistake that he probably won’t make twice.”

Talon smiled one of his wide smiles and said, “Ah, but has he prepared for a fire-breathing ninja dragon, and a razor-clawed nightmare beast?”

Syn put the pen down, picked up her wine and swirled the glass lightly for a moment, her eyes seeking the heavens. “Let’s hope not. Or I’d have to think he’s got some kind of psychic working for him.”

“Yet something else to think about.” Dyami said rubbing his chin. “Although I think that if we hit them hard and fast they will not be able to counter us.”

“So, I’m guessing that means that I really can’t talk you out of joining me on this mission?” Syn asked, then drank down the rest of her wine. She held it out towards Dyami for him to refill it as she continued, “I’m torn though. I have to admit that. Do I kill him and just get it over with? Or do I torture him? Drive him completely out of his mind, and leave him in some insane asylum somewhere to rot in his own broken mind?”

Talon refilled the glass for both himself and Syn, “There are merits to both. I will admit, killing him would end the problem for good, but there is a certain poetic justice to making him spend the rest of his days in some run down asylum. But if we let him live he could come back to haunt us someday, and you know I am a big fan of putting things to rest permanently. Wait, I could bring him to the Nightmare realm. That would basically take care of both problems, and he certainly would not have a good time there, his torment would last for a very long time. In addition, there is not much chance of him ever escaping.” Dyami smiled a wicked grin thinking of the beasts that roamed that forbidden realm. “Although there is nothing stopping us from driving him crazy first.”

“Like I said, I’m torn on the matter,” Syn said, shrugging slightly. “The savage part of me wants to make him suffer just as much as he’s made others suffer. Which, if what I’ve seen is to be believed, is a lot. Like, being slowly flayed alive with a potato peeler kind of pain.”

The Indian Shaman raised an eyebrow in curiosity, “Are you sure you haven’t been to the nightmare realm? I could probably get you a job there. I know people.”

Syn laughed. “I’ve never been there in the way that you can. I have been there in my own mind a few times. Not a pleasant place.” The diminutive dragon lady sighed heavily, sucked down the whole glass of wine, and set the glass down. “I’m not sure that I want to spirit him off. While he could come back to bite us, he could also wind up being useful to us.” The woman pinched the bridge of her nose. “Now I am sounding like the old me.”

“Well,” Talon said, “it is your call. You being the mastermind of this plan.” Dyami poured the rest of the bottle into Syn’s glass. “I just want you to know I am here to back you up. You may not see this kind of thing as fun, but I delight in punishing the wicked.”

The ancient woman smiled at Dyami. “You always are. I’m not sure that you know how much I appreciate that.” Syn took up the refilled glass and lifted it to her old friend, saying, “To punishing the wicked, then.”

Lifting his glass and lightly tapping Syn’s with his he said, “Here, here to one of my favorite things. That and fluffy kittens. Speaking of which, I have some. Do you want one?” Dyami said pulling out a small white puff of fur from his bag.

Syn slowly lowered her glass, blinking a bit at the unexpected, rather sudden, appearance of the tiny kitten. She arched an eyebrow over one red-reptilian eye and asked, “You seriously carry everything in that bag, don’t you? I mean...kittens? Really?”

Dyami set his glass and the kitten on the table. “Oh, you have no idea. And what was I thinking?” That said he produced an equally small black puff of fur, placing it on the table next to his sister. “Two for one special. Today only.”

“You really want me to let two kittens loose on my apartment?” Syn asked, but she reached out and took the two little puffballs, cuddling them close.

Dyami chuckled quietly and said, “See I knew you were a softy. And yes, there is nothing better than a couple of playful furbabies to relax someone at the end of the day.” Dyami pulled a saucer of milk out of his bag and placed it on the table.

“Well, I do know of at least one furball that’s rather fun to play with at the end of the day,” Syn quipped, glancing up from the pair of squirming kittens with a slight grin.

Dyami feigned shock and said, “Are you trying to make me jealous? Where have you been hiding a pet?”

Syn rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. “Definitely not in that bag of yours. Furball...”

Smiling a wicked grin the Indian replied, “Good. I was beginning to think you were holding out on me.” Dyami fished a couple of plums out of the now empty bottle, handing one to Syn. “I still have not named those two, otherwise I would end up keeping them. You would not believe how hard it is for someone like me to give away an animal. You can consider yourself very fortunate that I trust you.”

“Well, I’m certain that you know what these two will wind up being named,” Syn said with a chuckle, setting the kittens down on the table at the saucer, and moved some of her tools away. She took the plum and carefully bit into it, knowing that it had the potential to make a mess that neither of the kittens really needed to get into. “And if you didn’t trust me before, that’s a little disturbing, considering some of our...extra curricular activities.”

“I don’t think Joe-Bob and Mary-Sue are fitting names Syn.” Dyami joked. “And you need to be careful what you say around the children.” Dyami laughed petting one of the kittens as it tried its best to muscle the other away from the saucer, sending both into a slow motion shuffle, heads down in the porcelain plate.

Dyami looked up and continued, “Do you need some time to think things through? Because if you need to be distracted for a while I have a few ideas.”

Syn’s eye actually twitched at the mention of the names and she shook her head. “That sounds more like something that you’d name them, dear.” She watched the kittens trying to beat each other out for the milk, chuckling. “Oh, my furniture...” she muttered.

“I think I’ve pretty much decided on how things need to go,” the diminutive administrator said, then gave Dyami a smile. “I hope that you’re thinking about the same kinds of distractions that I am,” said the woman that could read surface thoughts.

“Oh, I think that you know what I am talking about, no need to play coy. You know I love Putt-Putt at night,” Dyami said with a wry grin.

“So that’s what we’re calling it now, is it?” Syn teased, laughing brightly for the first time since Dyami had arrived.




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