“This is by far the shadiest thing we’ve EVER done Hackz.”
“Actually, you killing Jukalan was. She had her hands covered in totadline!” Two men alongside the droopy, unconscious auburn haired man bickered.
“Oops, we’re getting close. You better put that contraption on him.” Hackz pointed to the piece of metal in his ally’s hand. Together, they looked identical, they were wearing all-black, including ski masks, and their weapons were protruding from their pants. They looked like a comical version of ninjas. But my, were they loud.
Hackz’s friend, Meka, placed the metal frame along the man’s back and pressed the only button there was. Soon, a skeletal frame encompassed Gildarts’ body. “Hey, it worked!” Next, one of the two suited kidnappers procured a little device that looked like a game controller. With a few clicks, they got the fully asleep mage to walk on his own. “Bet he can walk easier with this than with his own busted leg!”
“Give me that! That’s not cool to say, Meka. Have some respect.” Hackz said as he snatched the controller out of Meka’s hand and fiddled with the controls. Soon, Gildarts was dancing, and doing the tootsie slide, all hung up by metallic rings that completely covered his body.
“Tch, jerk.” Meka snarked. “Also, somethin’ doesn’t look right about him, wouldn’t ya say?”
“His eyes are closed, Meka.” Hackz rolled his eyes. “Listen, we could say when we get there, that he’s blind?”
“Actually, I have a better idea.” Meka pulled his spare sunglasses out of his pocket and secured them on the old mage’s face. “Perfect! Now no one can tell his eyes are closed.”
“This’ll work like a charm. You think the old man’ll be proud of us?” Hackz said with a smile in his voice.
“Of course he will. Let’s do this.” Meka strode alongside Gildarts as Hackz manned the video game controller, walking the mage forward and nearly into the desk set up in front of their destination. A space vessel with a sign-up booth perched just outside.
“I’ll do the smooth talking.” Meka left Hackz in the dust and stood in front of the pair. “Hello, this gentleman would like to sign up for the game please.”
The booth attendants looked at the tall mage, beside the… Guy in disguise? Gildarts’ shoulders and head drooped forward. Sunglasses hung off of his face. His mouth was open. He let out a raging snore.
“Oh uh, this guy? What’s your name, sir?” The booth attendant asked.
Another snore. “Oh,” Meka chimed in, “He doesn’t talk much. His name is Gildarts.”
“And.. You’re certain you want to sign up? It isn’t a game like Meka said, but rather, a competition of survival. Are you okay with that?” The attendants asked.
The metal brace on Gildarts neck shook his head rigidly up, and then wobbly on its way down.
“Uh, okay, sign right here please.”
Meka froze. There was no way Gildarts could hold a pen. “Uh, he can’t write. He’s illiterate. Really embarrassed about it. Does he have to sign?”
The attendant looked at the fully disguised Meka and was aghast. “We run an upstanding and fully legal operation around here. You best teach him how to write or he’s not gonna go on that ship.”
“Uh… Alright.” Meka glanced back to the distance, where Hackz was hiding out. This better work. The abductor placed the pen in Gil’s hand and held up the clipboard as steady as possible. Then, he moved the clipboard around the lose pen. The line that came out looked barely like an uppercase ‘G’ followed by a long straight line and nothing else.
“Is that good enough?” Meka asked.
“Uh, I guess.” The attendant gazed at the paper with scrutiny. He had technically signed. “So, do you want to join too sir?”
“Oh absolutely not! I’m not trying to die!” Meka shouted. Causing Gildarts to snort, stirring with slight alertness.
The attendants blinked in synchrony and exchanged glances. “Uh, anyway, here’s the camera, show us what you’re bringing to the table to this year’s competition.”
The mage stood there, in front of the camera, snoring as his sunglasses fell completely off his face and revealed his closed eyes.
“Uh, anyway, I’ve got to be going. Bye!” Meka waved his hand overhead and ran out of there.
“What next?” Meka finally reached his partner.
“We set this thing on autopilot so it’ll do most of the walking and moving for him.” Hackz stated. “There’s a little camera in the front, so he won’t run into things.”
“And… That’s it?” Meka sighed with relief. “So what do you think he’s gonna do when he wakes up?”
“Oh, good thing we won’t be around for that. Veron will get his revenge, and we’ll be promoted with a lump of cash in our pockets. Let’s go.”
“Actually, you killing Jukalan was. She had her hands covered in totadline!” Two men alongside the droopy, unconscious auburn haired man bickered.
“Oops, we’re getting close. You better put that contraption on him.” Hackz pointed to the piece of metal in his ally’s hand. Together, they looked identical, they were wearing all-black, including ski masks, and their weapons were protruding from their pants. They looked like a comical version of ninjas. But my, were they loud.
Hackz’s friend, Meka, placed the metal frame along the man’s back and pressed the only button there was. Soon, a skeletal frame encompassed Gildarts’ body. “Hey, it worked!” Next, one of the two suited kidnappers procured a little device that looked like a game controller. With a few clicks, they got the fully asleep mage to walk on his own. “Bet he can walk easier with this than with his own busted leg!”
“Give me that! That’s not cool to say, Meka. Have some respect.” Hackz said as he snatched the controller out of Meka’s hand and fiddled with the controls. Soon, Gildarts was dancing, and doing the tootsie slide, all hung up by metallic rings that completely covered his body.
“Tch, jerk.” Meka snarked. “Also, somethin’ doesn’t look right about him, wouldn’t ya say?”
“His eyes are closed, Meka.” Hackz rolled his eyes. “Listen, we could say when we get there, that he’s blind?”
“Actually, I have a better idea.” Meka pulled his spare sunglasses out of his pocket and secured them on the old mage’s face. “Perfect! Now no one can tell his eyes are closed.”
“This’ll work like a charm. You think the old man’ll be proud of us?” Hackz said with a smile in his voice.
“Of course he will. Let’s do this.” Meka strode alongside Gildarts as Hackz manned the video game controller, walking the mage forward and nearly into the desk set up in front of their destination. A space vessel with a sign-up booth perched just outside.
“I’ll do the smooth talking.” Meka left Hackz in the dust and stood in front of the pair. “Hello, this gentleman would like to sign up for the game please.”
The booth attendants looked at the tall mage, beside the… Guy in disguise? Gildarts’ shoulders and head drooped forward. Sunglasses hung off of his face. His mouth was open. He let out a raging snore.
“Oh uh, this guy? What’s your name, sir?” The booth attendant asked.
Another snore. “Oh,” Meka chimed in, “He doesn’t talk much. His name is Gildarts.”
“And.. You’re certain you want to sign up? It isn’t a game like Meka said, but rather, a competition of survival. Are you okay with that?” The attendants asked.
The metal brace on Gildarts neck shook his head rigidly up, and then wobbly on its way down.
“Uh, okay, sign right here please.”
Meka froze. There was no way Gildarts could hold a pen. “Uh, he can’t write. He’s illiterate. Really embarrassed about it. Does he have to sign?”
The attendant looked at the fully disguised Meka and was aghast. “We run an upstanding and fully legal operation around here. You best teach him how to write or he’s not gonna go on that ship.”
“Uh… Alright.” Meka glanced back to the distance, where Hackz was hiding out. This better work. The abductor placed the pen in Gil’s hand and held up the clipboard as steady as possible. Then, he moved the clipboard around the lose pen. The line that came out looked barely like an uppercase ‘G’ followed by a long straight line and nothing else.
“Is that good enough?” Meka asked.
“Uh, I guess.” The attendant gazed at the paper with scrutiny. He had technically signed. “So, do you want to join too sir?”
“Oh absolutely not! I’m not trying to die!” Meka shouted. Causing Gildarts to snort, stirring with slight alertness.
The attendants blinked in synchrony and exchanged glances. “Uh, anyway, here’s the camera, show us what you’re bringing to the table to this year’s competition.”
The mage stood there, in front of the camera, snoring as his sunglasses fell completely off his face and revealed his closed eyes.
“Uh, anyway, I’ve got to be going. Bye!” Meka waved his hand overhead and ran out of there.
“What next?” Meka finally reached his partner.
“We set this thing on autopilot so it’ll do most of the walking and moving for him.” Hackz stated. “There’s a little camera in the front, so he won’t run into things.”
“And… That’s it?” Meka sighed with relief. “So what do you think he’s gonna do when he wakes up?”
“Oh, good thing we won’t be around for that. Veron will get his revenge, and we’ll be promoted with a lump of cash in our pockets. Let’s go.”