This choice: He crawls backwards, only to find Raina behind him in the vent, eyeing him down. • Go Back...Chapter #9He crawls backwards, only to find Raina behind ... by: Unknown Marc just started crawling back when a voice whispered in his ear, "What're we watching?"
Marc nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around and saw Raina right behind him. She smirked mischievously as she stared him up and down. A flood of questions entered Marc's mind. "What. How? What? Why? How? How?! HOW?!"
How was indeed the predominant question as not only had Raina somehow appeared directly behind him when not thirty seconds ago he had seen her walking out of Roche's room, but despite how the vent squeezed him on all sides and Raina's sizeable girth, she fit inside no problem, as if the metal somehow adjusted itself to her comfort. There were even a few inches of space above her head. It was true, she really was magic! It was one thing to hear it in rumors and another to see clear magic workings right in front of him. Marc's open-mouthed bewilderment just seemed to amuse Raina more.
"So," she said, "you must be Sasha's trusty sidekick."
"I'm not her sidekick!" Marc snapped without thinking.
"Really? Would you prefer "slave" instead?"
"... Sidekick's fine."
Raina giggled. "Word of advice, if you're going to be working for the Poison Fart Frog, you might want to shower before crawling around in the ductwork to spy on people."
"I wasn't spying," Marc said hurriedly.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Marc tried to come up with a plausible excuse for why he'd be crawling in the ducts above the room of his boss's rival wrestler, but he came up dry.
"Trying to get an autograph?" Raina suggested. "Or maybe trying to sneak a peek? How scandalous!" she said in mock terror. Marc blushed. "Or... maybe you were trying to figure out how the ugly duckling made it so far in the ASL? So... have you figured it out, trusty ward?"
Marc gulped. "I-I didn't see anything! Or hear anything!"
"Oh? Then allow me to fill you in! Using my vast but vaguely-defined powers, I'm helping Roche cheat in her fights so she can waddle her way into the spotlight for her fifteen minutes of fame. Her latest assignment is for me to get this," she said producing a bag of unidentifiable green, leafy things from nowhere, "on her pathetic, new slave--aka you--" she said, pointing a claw at you, "and then get you back into contact with the Poison Fart Frog before their climactic battle tomorrow night! It's some kind of rare, ground up lily pad I think. Sasha's apparently highly allergic to it. A few minutes after being in her presence and she'll spend the rest of the week as a big, gassy beach ball. That'll give Roche plenty of time to knock her all over the ring tomorrow night. There, glad to help you get up to speed! Oh shoot," she said, snapping her fingers as if coming to a sudden realization. "Now I guess you know too much. Darn. Guess now we need to move on to the fun part!"
"Wait!" Marc yelped, feebly scooting back from Raina's extended hand. "Waitwaitwaitwait! Why?! Why are you even doing this?!"
"The same reason I do anything really," she said with a playful shrug. "Because it's fun! Getting all these big bad career fighters to lose to someone so pathetic is hilarious! It's gonna be even funnier when the ugly duckling figures out how big of fall she's in for once I get bored of helping her. Now, enough evil monologuing, Mr. Sidekick! Time for the fun to begin!"
This time Raina ignored Marc's pleas as she grabbed him, clamping a paw on his face to silence him, then maneuvered you both out of the air vents. A minute later and you were both out of the ductwork and into the hallway. Only this hallway wasn't outside Roche's room. It was right outside Sasha's! "Damn magic!" Marc thought.
"And here's the abode of our flatulent hero, eagerly awaiting the return of her trusty ward! Now, the simple thing to do would be to mess with your memories and just cover you in the stuff, but where's the fun in that? I already have several delicious ideas on other ways to get you to get that lily dust on the Fart Frog. You might even survive one of them! Isn't that nice of me?" Seeing the fear in Marc's eyes, she leaned in conspiratorially and whispered a parody of an supervillain's laugh in his ear, "Mu-ha-ha."
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