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Started February 11, 2020 by Deleted user

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"Oh, well." Rig stopped walking, watching the figures get closer. If it was trouble they wanted, they'd have to put in the extra effort for it. "What the hell is a TV?"

"Well… A TV is like a thing for watching stuff. Easiest way I can describe it to you."
They were closer.

"That sounds….Huh. Yeah, can't picture it." He folded his arms as the people finally reached them, stepping to the side slightly to let them pass, should they choose. Maybe they'll just head on by, he thought to himself. He sure wasn't going to start anything.

Bam! An attack. Vozreal was stabbed in the back.
He regenerated it, however.
"Fool," Vozreal said as he lashed out at the people who attacked him and his pal, Rig, "Don't you know who I am?!" Rig was also attacked.

"Woah there," Rig said, taking a step back to avoid the strike. He grabbed the man's wrist and wrestled him to the ground, pinning him there as he waited for Vozreal to finish the rest of them off.

Two tentacles came out of each of Vozreal's sides and grabbed two of them. He then flung them against a tree really hard, making them unconscious.
There were 5 guys in total.

Rig raised an eyebrow, still pinning his own opponent. "Looks like you got this, but uh…let me know if you need any help."

"Yeah, I could use some help, just knock that guy out cold!" Vozreal said as he grabbed a third guy and made him go mad just by looking into his eyes.

Rig remained unmoved for a moment longer. "I mean…you don't seem to fussed. If it's alright with you, I'd like to ask this guys a couple questions after you get done there, but if you really need me, I can do it later and help you."

Vozreal grabbed the last guy and slammed him onto the ground.
"Done."

"Right." Rig hauled up the guy he'd been pinning down and put his back against a nearby boulder, taking his glaive and holding the blade to his throat.
"And what in the living daylights made you guys wanna attack us?" He asked. "Because that was stupid. On many levels."

"I dunno man… Money? The big man said we would get big bucks if we hunted you two down. You are wanted by the Mafia, especially by the Godfather. We thought you yourself were smaller than you were. Like about his size," said the guy as he pointed towards Vozreal.

"Woah, woah, woah," Rig protested. "What? Back up there, buddy, what the hell is the 'mafia?' Who's this 'Godfather?' He sure as hell ain't my godfather, if that's what's happening. I don't have one."
He swung around and pointed his glaive at Vozreal, not intending it to be a threatening gesture. "Do you know anything about this? It's kinda common courtesy to tell people who's chasing you before you start travelling with them and unwittingly drag them into your mess."

"Hey man this is new info to me as well! By the way, a Godfather, in this context, is like the leader of a Mafia. A Mafia is a form of organized crime," Vozreal said, "he wasnt talking about your Godfather."

"Huh." Rig let the glaive fall to his side, dropping his prisoner and considering him thoughtfully. "Okay, well, kindly run along and tell your Godfather to politely stick it. Whatever he wants, he can come get himself, okay? Now good-bye."
He pointed down the road, giving the man one chance to run for his life.

"Okay, but he wont be happy about this…" The man said as he ran away, but not before picking up the others.
"The point of a Godfather is that he doesn't have to do these sorts of things. He has other people do it. But thanks for helping! We'll make good friends!" Vozreal stated. They continued walking until they walked into a town with a tavern.

"I hate people who think they're too important to do things themselves," Rig grumbled. "I say we find him and kick his sorry butt, and save ourselves the trouble of having to deal with his idiot lackeys for the rest of time."

"There's only one reason his 'lackeys' or anyone in the Mafia, for that matter, obeys him is the fear of death.
"You see, there's only two ways to leave a Mafia; one is to get killed by them, the other is to leave, change your identity, move to the other side of the country, and live in constant fear," Vozreal finished.
They walked into the tavern, which was called The Drunken Dog. It was late, 10:24 pm to be exact. Vozreal walked up to the lady at the bar
"Hello," Vozreal stated, "Can I get a room for two people?"
"Sure thing," the lady said, "follow me." The lady walked upstairs, and they followed. They got to their room for the night.
"That'll be 8 gold coins."
"Okay," Vozreal said as he gave the lady 10 gold coins, "Oh, and keep the change."
"So, should we get something to eat?"

"I guess," Rig sighed. "I still think we should go get that idiot running that mafia thing. It's the principle of the thing."

"Its the thought that counts!" Vozreal said as they got to the bar.
"A beer for me and my friend!" Vozreal said.
"Okay," The lady said, "by the way, you have an interesting voice! What was your name?"
"Name's Vozreal!"

Rig fell silent, thoughtfully playing with his mug. He wasn't really in the mood for a drink, so he only sipped at it now and then, instead, weighing up his options. There were plenty of routes forward, but only one that really called him at this exact second. Still, he wasn't one to rush into anything blindly.

It was closing time for the bar. They went back into the room. There was only one bed in the room
"Use the bed. I barely sleep, and when I do, I sleep on the floor," Vozreal said to Rig.

"Actually, I was gonna say I prefer to sleep outside," Rig said with a slight smile. "It gets too hot indoors for me most the time. We'll see you in the morning, I suppose."

(Time skip to morning)
"Morning!" Vozreal said.

Rig nodded to the man, taking his time in packing his bedroll.
"Hey, you got any plans going forward?" he asked, pausing what he was doing to look up at Vozreal.