1 - The Bribe
2 - Alone in the Dark
3 - Nightmares
4 - Gift
Guude was alone in his room in the village, seated on the little single bed that had been given to him the first day he'd found himself here. He'd been surprised at first, thinking that he and Bdouble O would be sharing a room...He'd been mistaken. Most of the time he was on his own, and when he did see his lover, well...Bdouble O didn't seem like his lover anymore. If Guude could garner anything from the way Bdouble O acted around Generik then it seemed that Genny was Bdub's new paramour.
It hurt him, to know that he was so readily discarded and forgotten about after he'd dove into what he'd been sure was a death pit just to be with Bdouble O. Guude had been ready to die, painfully, because he couldn't stand the thought of being without Bdouble O and now he found that his love and trust was being thrown back in his face. He was dumped at the wayside, thrown away to be forgotten about while the man he loved cavorted with a hermit before his very eyes. Guude's very heart was torn to shreds the first time he'd caught them kissing. They'd always spoken about this kind of thing, if Bdub's had felt the need to see another. Guude hadn't minded because they'd always spoken, always shared, and now...
He hid his face in his hands, trying his damned best not to think on it. He couldn't help but hear Bdub's voice in his mind, replaying the words he never thought he'd hear from him...
Guude don't matter, he's not what I need anymore. You, on the other hand Genny B...
“Fuck me.” Guude sighed, rubbing at his face. He'd be lucky not to start bawling or something equally depressing. Everything he'd done he'd done for Bdouble O. Now what was he supposed to do?
“Usually it's me who says that.”
Guude jumped at the unexpected voice and looked up, eyes wide and perhaps just a little damp. “Who-?!”
“Easy.” The familiar voice soothed. From the shadows in the roof, someone dropped to the floor and stood up. He was lacking the bright feather headdress and the beaded arm cuffs but he easily recognised the dirt smeared face.
“In the flesh. Dirt.” he corrected himself.
“What are you doing here?!” Guude hissed before he could stop himself, getting up and yanking the scabby curtains closed before someone could see. “If they spot you, you're as good as dead and then so am I!”
“I came to ask you something.” Pause said, the picture of calm despite the dangerous situation he was in.
“Whatever it is, it'd better be worth risking your life for.” Guude muttered, sinking to sit on the bed again. Truthfully, he was glad to see Pause, this was the longest conversation he'd had with someone other than his own thoughts since he'd jumped in the lava pit.
“You are, trust me.”
Guude's head snapped up, surprised. “What?”
“I need you to promise me something.”
“What did you mean by that?”
“I mean it Guude, this is serious.” He said firmly, ignoring the question. “I need you to promise me that no matter what you hear tonight, you won't go out this door.”
“Why?” Guude asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Promise me Guude. Please? I can't promise you'll be safe if you step outside but if you stay in here, then I can make sure nothing gets to you. Please.”
Guude didn't answer, still suspicious.
“Guude please.” Pause pleaded. “Please.”
“...Okay. I promise.”
Zisteau finished tying the last bundle of TNT together and dropped it into place with the others, ignoring the nervous stutter his heart gave as it settled next to the wiring to set it all off. He knew it was safe but it was still a little nerve wracking. If all went well, then this stuff would blow half the overtaken village sky high, creating enough distractions to separate the gang and would cause enough damage to structures to send the trapped villagers fleeing. Hopefully.
Behind him in the tunnel, he heard footsteps quietly padding towards him. Zisteau tensed, reaching for the diamond sword by his side just in case they'd been discovered -
Zisteau sighed in relief and let go of the sword's grip. “All yours Pause.”
“Yay.” The sound of a pick striking stone filled the tunnel as Zisteau went over the trap set up once more.
Up on the surface, Kurt was scouting out the lay of the land around the town, making a note of potential escape routes and hiding spots just in case the worst came to happen. He kept himself hidden while he drew up little maps in the notebook he'd gotten from Zisteau (and didn't that make him smile just a little), up a tree or under a little overhang of dirt and stone to avoid being spotted by any wandering members of the B-Team.
He was busy sketching out the third hidey-hole spot along one route when he felt something bump against his leg. Considering he was halfway up a tree with his legs hanging down against the tree trunk when he felt it, he felt a little concerned and hoped to whatever god that was listening that it wasn't the people they were here to see to. Cautiously, he lowered the notebook and peered down -
Kurt's eyes widened slightly at the wolf grinning at him with its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth, forepaws up on the tree trunk beside his legs. He supposed he could have picked a higher tree to hide in...
The wolf cocked its head and leaned forwards, sniffing at Kurt before barking once again, pawing at the explorer and giving off a pitiful whine.
“What?” Kurt couldn't help but smile at the dog. “You wanna treat boy?” He patted his pockets down, wondering if he had something – ah! The bone leftovers from the skeleton, he knew they'd come in handy! He slid one out his pocket and laughed when he saw the wolf's eyes light up, leaning down to offer the bone. The shaggy canine was careful as it took the bone from him, teeth barely even grazing Kurt's skin. It pulled back, bone in mouth and tail wagging as it dropped down to all four paws, stretching out at the foot of the tree to chew contentedly at the bone.
Kurt shook his head, still smiling, and returned to his escape route planning. Eventually he had to drop down from the tree and continue on his way. Imagine his surprise when the wolf picked up its bone and rose, tail wagging as it followed.
Kurt had a furry little shadow for the rest of the scouting trip and not once could he bring himself to mind. It was quite nice to pause in sketching to reach down to the canine at his feet and pet it. The seemingly wild animal was more than content to roll over and enjoy a good scratch and Kurt was quite happy to oblige. The time flew by and Kurt managed to note down several key routes of of the area. Overall, he thought he could call it a pretty successful day.
Pause settled down before the furnace in their little underground hidey-hole, warming his dirt covered hands by the front of it as the smell of cooking meat taunted him. His stomach growled and he pouted slightly, wishing the beef would cook a little faster.
Over in the corner, Zisteau just laughed at the face he pulled. “Give it a few minutes.” he said, leaning back against the wall where he sat atop an ender chest containing everything they'd need for the coming fight. “You don't wanna get food poisoning do you?”
Pause pulled a face, about to reply with an extremely witty comment when they hear someone making their way along the tunnel to the hidey-hole. Zisteau tensed up but Pause shook his head, still relaxed. It was Kurt then.
The explorer in question rounded the corner, shooting them a shy smile. Pause gave a nod and turned back to keeping an eye on the painfully slowly cooking meat. Zisteau sent a slightly cheeky grin Kurt's way, unable to help himself.
“Oh, uh, hope you don't mind but I kind of...brought someone along?”
Pause turned back, half expecting to see Beef just because he knew Kurt and he were friends and Beef had known about this quest before they set out.
What he got was a face of wet wolf tongue and smelly breath. He made an exclamation of disgust and fell back in an attempt to get away from the slobbery beast and ended up lying on his back with a wolf licking the dirt off his face despite his loud and grossed out protests.
Zisteau couldn't help but laugh at the sight and didn't lift a finger to help. Kurt on the other hand was apologising just as loudly as Pause was yelling and trying to tempt the wolf away with a snatched up raw porkchop. The wolf eventually was drawn away from the spluttering native who now was missing patches of his dirt disguise. Pause wiped off his slobber covered face in disgust and glared at Kurt who was petting the shaggy wolf.
“Wolfie's a lover.” Kurt shrugged, grinning despite the apologetic tone of his voice.
“Wolfie's a fur rug if he does it again.” Pause threatened, though everyone in the room knew he wouldn't harm the dog.
“Can we keep him?” Kurt asked, ignoring the 'threat' and turning his attention to Zisteau, still perched atop the ender chest. “He did just kind of follow me home.”
“Well...” The pigman hesitated. The Lens was dangerous enough to people who knew not to go jumping off the edge, he wasn't sure how well a wolf would do that high up. Still, if anyone could teach a wolf to live in the sky, it was Kurt. “Sure, why not?”
“Yes!” Kurt celebrated by ruffling up Wolfie's fur some more and the wolf rolled over, more than happy to be petted.
Pause pouted and went for the cooking meat, muttering about how there was no way that was a real wolf. Real wolves did not let their back leg start kicking during the middle of belly scratches.
Zisteau just smiled and watched, drinking in the sweet scene before him. Come nightfall, there would be no time left for sweet moments, they would have to be focused. Still, they had a few hours...it couldn't hurt to relax a little beforehand.