Ch. 17 - Agreement To Die Young

Empress curled beneath the quilt on her luxuriously tender bed. The tamer’s cozy bedroom involved an AC unit, a 40-inch-or-so LCD flatscreen television, an antique dresser stuffed with every design of corselets available at the market, and a pink wallpaper with Barbie signatures all over it. Empress was already wide-awake, but still too lazy to get up and out. When the alarm clock on her bedside table rang, she crawled out of her comforter and decided it was time to start another day of being the leader of InfiniteDreamers. Her hand found a button on the alarm clock then pushed it. The digital display indicated the current time of the day: 8:30 am.

The level 54 tamer was in white pajamas randomly dotted with Blue’s paw prints, or Blue’s Clues =P. Even in medium-fitting garments, the tamer’s curvy figure was distinct. She had quite the assets; hence the issue with all the bad boys wanting her required no further discussion. Empress approached her desk by the window laden with stacks of pocketbooks to get hold of the mobile phone which contained her to-do list. She managed a smile on her face knowing that the day for the two new additions to her growing empire, Ash and Mykee, had come. Both of those wizards were no doubt competent, and from what she’d learned from her peers, they also had that Korean heartthrob charms. Her heart almost giggled at the idea. And all she had to do at that juncture was to fire up her cell phone and forward the guild invitation messages to the wizards.

After fixing up some minor messes in her den, the tamer changed into her regular Blue Snipe Battle Corslet, stringed her bow, then stepped out thru the front door. Screw breakfast, she thought. There’s a place just around Stone City where healthy meals were served on traditional Japanese dishes. If time permitted, maybe Empress would grab a bite or two, since she fancied herself being in the early stages of anorexia. She called for her Divine Tiger then made her way to a secret destination where her guild members awaited her for a significant meeting.

. . .

“Depart this building through the west gate, and then you will reach the remnants of a supposedly ‘temple of the gods’. Once you’re in there the altar will not be difficult to spot as the building’s layout is very, very obvious. And one more thing: do not be deceived by the Chief. He may act beefy but he’s only human like the rest of us.” At last, the Aborigine Captain talked generously. The assassin Lust showed a bit of satisfaction and even let the aborigine go after making him swear he’d never work for the Chief again. He eyed his friends and made the signal that meant let’s go. The western stairway that led up to the temple was in wait for them.

“We better hurry. We do not know yet what kind of an ass that Chief Aborigine is. God knows that chief could be one of those country pervs and might be doing ‘things’ to Chaty by now!” Morpheuz hastened ahead of the others.

Gomu gomu no... pistoraaaaah! Mykee's phone played its message alarm. When Mykee opened the text message, the display read: Good day! This is InfiniteDreamers Guild Leader, Empress. It is with utmost respect that I am inviting you to join the InfiniteDreamers Organization. Please reply with a YES or a NO. Signed, Empress. P.S. Looking forward to working with you. ^_~

"Ash! My invite's here already. How about yours?" Mykee brought his mobile phone up for Ash to see.

"I got it too. Thanks for asking. We just have to reply with a YES and wait for the confirmation," the Pokemon hunter answered while typing the word 'yes' in his own cellphone.

"Yo Ash." Magina joined the conversation. "The cigarettes. Where are they."

"The monk is keeping it."

"Here." Morpheuz produced the nearly depleted pack of cigarettes then pitched it to the Anti-Mage.

"Tsk. You smoke a lot!" Mykee commented casually as he turned his face to Magina.

"Duh. You're not even in place to tell me that! Nyahaha!" The assassin retorted.

"You'll be diagnosed with cancer at what, 40 or 50 years old?"

"Hahaha, I'm thinking a bit sooner. Like, 30 years old. Bah, I don't even want to reach 30. >:)"

"Yeah," Ash cut in. "You see, Magina and I had talked about this. We came up with an agreement to die young because it happened that both of us hate to see our own old faces," he continued.

"...Alright?" Mykee sounded troubled. "T-tell me more?"

"And since Morph doesn't want to keep up with us, then I guess Ash and I would be in heaven to watch that monk grow old and ugly or suffer from lung cancer. Eww!" Magina supplied.

At that Morpheuz reacted and confronted Ash and Magina. "W-what? He--Heaven? Look at you idiots. Retards like you aren't even allowed in hell."

 

 "How dare you tell us that? Who smokes the most, huh?" Ash asked in an attempt to corner Morpheuz.

"Me..." the monk murmured. "But--"

"Ooops. There you again with your buts. No buts!"

"Everybody quiet down!" Lust spoke for the first time. They had reached the temple. It was quite a tiring climb up, but it was all worth it. The array of broken pillars described the temple's layout. The altar's location was indeed easy to identify, and on top of that slab was a nude and limp female body. Chaty.