A Life in the Skies(PAFP)

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    Trick blinked. The question distracting her for a moment. "He...He kind of raised me." she broke the moment of silence that followed. Moving to sit herself on a vacant chair. She never really talked to anyone about personal things before. That wasn't encouraged by the Duke when he lived. Her job, when not serving, was to be seen and not heard. Which was really hard! "Took me in because I didn't have anybody else."

    "Surprisingly chivalrous," The Kitlin noted as she made her way over to stand by Tricks, "he treated you like a daughter?" She asked. Her partner didn't share the same hopeful look she did, "she's a goblin. I doubted he treated her with any amount of kindness," He said bluntly. The Kitlin's happy expression dropped at his words and she looked between him and Tricks sadly. He was the realist, she was the dreamer. He knew and condemned what the Duke did while she chose to believe that just maybe there was a small shred of kindness in the bitter old man.

    Trick said nothing. She leaned down to scratch at one of the chair's legs. She seemed to be considering her answer. Trying to find just what to say. Personal feelings clashing with a few lingering doubts. "Yeah. He never went easy on me, though. I had to work a lot." the goblin sounded thoughtful. And a little wary of sharing this fact with the very people who kkilled her father figure.

    "Oh poor thing..." The Kitlin frowned again as she laid her hand on Tricks' shoulder. She then looked despairingly at her partner as he seemed more interested in a few papers neatly stacked in the Duke's desk. When he didn't look at her, she cleared her throat, "Ayer..." She trailed gently before repeating what possibly was his name as he finally looked at her. She hadn't moved her hand from the goblin's shoulder and she stared at him intensely. His eyes widened briefly for a moment as it dawned on him what she wanted, "no," He said bluntly, "Ayer..." She trailed again and tilted her head towards the goblin girl, "no," He repeated again and she stuck out her lip in annoyance at his equally stubborn nature.

    "'No' what?"


    Tricks couldn't follow what they were talking about. Or who. She idly scratched again while glancing at them both. The goblin didn't like where this was going. W...Were they planning on killing her, too?! At this thought, her eyes grew wide.

    "Come on, Ayer..." The Kitlin whined and the man Ayer narrowed his eyes, but she still didn't budge. Eventually he let out a huff and broke eye contact and the Kitlin cheered before smiling down at Tricks, "we're kidnapping you!" She squealed as if that was something grand. Ayer didn't look their way at all, but it was easy to tell that he was in a sullen mood about all of this. He strode over to the window past the Duke's desk to look down at the courtyard at the lights of the guards below as he ignored his partner's cheerful talk, "it'll be so great! You'll have your own room and everything! Oh, I'll get you stuffies for your bed!" She was lost in her own world while he was in his.

    Tricks just stared at them. And then let out a shriek. She charged for the door, forgetting to open it. Just...Just crashing face first. Tricks got back onto her feet, quickly shaking her head. And went right back to screaming. Desperately yanking on and pulling at the door and its handles.

    "This... This is why I said no!" Ayer snapped at the Kintain, "you don't tell someone you're about to kidnapp them!" He was completely done with this situation. He regretted looking away as he was sure somebody could hear Tricks scream. The Kitlin frowned and crossed her arms like a pouting teenager, "well... Maybe I figured she'd... Be okay with it?" She winced at the screaming goblin. The black-haired man looked ready to burst with anger, "who would be okay with that?!" He demanded and she started to raise her hand before he cut her off, "look for the documents we need or jump from the window I don't care just don't speak."


    He left the Kintain speechless before striding across the room to the door Tricks desperately tried to open. It was a rather thick door, he didn't blame her for not being able to open it. Just as she had begun to pull it open he placed his palm on the wood and leaned forward to push it closed once more, "please stop screaming," He requested of Tricks, "we're not going to take you if you don't want and I'm not going to hurt you... Her maybe, not you."


    This was going so wrong... Curse that Kintain.

    Tricks went quiet as Ayer shut the door. And then burst into another round of shrieks. Repeating herself, Tricks ran to grab a book. Chucking it at the killer. And then another. And another. Books were tossed right off the shelves. She was not going anywhere with them! Uh-Uh!

    The first book hit his head and he let out several loud curses as blood streamed down a large wound on his face. He looked purely enraged as a few more books hit him before he began to move. First he jammed his weapon into the door's frame near the locking mechanism so it couldn't be opened easily again. Another few books hit him as he dashed back across the dark room to take shelted against the desk, "I blame you..." He growled at the Kintain shuffling through a pile of papers. She rolled her eyes at him as she continued to look at various documents, "uh-huh, go ahead Mr. Stab-the-bad-guy-then-ruin-the-important-paper," She shot right back before glancing at his face, "oooh she got you good," She hummed. Ayer let out an animal like growl and she just rolled her eyes, "I think you offended her, I blame you," She huffed, "blame him!" The Kitlin called out to the shrieking Tricks.

    Tricks didn't stop to listen. In fact, the goblin began moving on to harder ammunition. A small statue would whizz by their heads. Followed by another small lamp. A frantic goblin was a fearless goblin. And they usually wouldn't stop trying to defend themselves. So, the pair would have to act fast.

    A loud crash followed the lamp as it raced past the Kitlin's head and the pair stopped moving briefly as the large window behind the Duke's desk shattered. Aryn moved around the desk to hide while the Kitlin sunk to her feet on rhe other side of the Duke's chair with a stack of papers, "this is bad..." She whispered as they could hear the massing of the guards below. Aryn let out a long sigh, "if this gets any worse..." He growled. As if in response to all the commotion the faint clanking of armor on the other side of the heavy door, "one word about it and I swear-" Aryn started but his partner cut him off, "you have a plan, right?"


    Aryn glanced at her before nodding slowly, "yeah, actually..." He grumbled, "do you have what we need?" She smiled and held out a stack of papers, "good... I'll get my sword and-" He stopped as he glanced at her. The Kitlim had her ears flattened and her eyes sad as he swore he saw tears, "Ayer..." She whimpered. He let out a few choice curses before letting out another long sigh, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this... Again," He growled. He tore off another part of his white coat before he raised his arm into the air to wave the white cloth in the moonlight. Knocking her out and leaving her wasn't an option, especially with the papers they were... Borrowing.

    Tricks's ears perked at the sound of the guards. Ah ha! She didn't have to get them! She raced right over to the door, discarded another potential projectile, and began fiercely banging. "Here! I'm in here!" the goblin cried. Followed by more pounding and more screams for them to come.


    "Murder! There's been a murder!"

    "Ayer, you seriously thought that would work?!" His partner hissed as he sent her a menacing glare, "excuse me if she has the capacity to throw a book heard enough to break skin!" He snapped at her. When the guards got closer to the door he cursed again and dashed out from behind the desk to the door. He put one hand on the hilt of his sword to keep the door closed as the blade prevented the locking mechanism from moving, barely that is, and he rested the other hand on the wood of the door.


    "I'm not sorry about killing the Duke and I'm not sorry about the situation you're in," He started as the guards banged on the door demanding to be let in, "you have two choices, a decision you need to make really quickly. The Duke was going to pass a law banning all non-human creatures from the island, dead or alive, and you won't like what was at the top of the list. Now you can come with us and I'll take you wherever you want and leave you there or you can stay here with his last wishes surely in place and I'm sure the human guards have already been notified of his desired changes. I don't expect you to believe me, but I hope you'll try. I really don't want to hurt you," He finished his speech. His partner was working on sealing the second door to the room by melting the metal hinges of the door with her fire that she could summon like many of the mages in the world they lived. She was so proud of him! Speaking kindly to someone!