The sequel (midquel? Prequel?) to my previous little story thing because for some reason I wanna write more of this. Don’t expect this to be a habit tho.
Blizzard owns the character’s designs and the locations, but I own the souls of Bailey and Ren, http://hovergrandma.tumblr.com/ owns Jano’sek and Hassour and http://catworksonline.tumblr.com/ owns Ryvren.
Every other named character belongs to their owners…I just don’t know if they have tumblr accounts. :C
Darkmoon Faire. Yeah it’s dirty and smelly and there’s no selection when it came to clothing and everything’s expensive, but Bailey loved going to the island as often as she could anyways. Something about the excitement in the air, or maybe it was the cute goblin guys that worked there. Either way, the goblin girl flipped her recently styled hair and sauntered into the Fairegrounds.
Avoiding the greasy and oh-so-fattening foods that the Faire provided, the hunter made her way to the target shooting booth. Yes the guns were rigged to hit the target once every 5 or so shots (if that), but it was still fun to compete with others to see how many shots one could manage to luck out of them. Plus, the prizes were okay too, and Bailey was dying to buy a plush bear. Before she could reach the front of the line, however, an annoyingly familiar voice made one of her ears twitch.
“Why you drag me here Ryv, dis place be fulla stoopid Alliance.” There was a slight hissing sound. “And it be too loud and smelly.” Bailey turned her head in the direction of the voice to find the troll druid it belonged to. Jano’sek scowled and blew some of his yellow mohawk out of his face. The teenager was short for a troll, which while still tall for most other races it left him a few inches shorter than the forsaken that was standing with him.
Said forsaken rolled his eyes, which looked as if his glowing white eyes were spinning in place. “You didn’t have to come, I told you. You don’t gotta pretend like I drag you to EVERYTHING.” Jano’sek bared his teeth and made another hiss. Not able to pass up the opportunity, Bailey left the line for the game and walked up to them.
“Hey Ryv, hey Jan.” She grinned at the two as she approached. Ryv looked away from the troll to give a wave while Jan grimaced. The hunter was tempted to say something to deliberately get on Jan’s nerves, but she knew that he would be annoyed to the point of exploding in anger soon enough anyways. “What’s up?”
“De sky ya stoopid Goblin.” Jano’sek folded his arms and looked down at her haughtily. Bailey just rolled her eyes. “Tho ya can’t see it dat much coz de stoopid people here cover up everytink.” Ryvren had the decency to cover his face with his hand. “WHAT? It be true.”
“No. Just…no.” The warrior sighed. “We’ve been over this,” He raised a hand in the air and pointed accusingly at the troll with the other. “And you still don’t get it! “What’s up” doesn’t mean that the person wants to know what’s ACTUALLY up!” Ryv paused and thought about this for a moment. “Unless it’s true, and they just can’t say “there” for some reason. Though why wouldn’t they unless there was some kinda bird monster or something…”
Instinctively, Jano’sek looked up in the sky nervously. Bailey just barely managed to suppress a fit of giggling. “Either way, what’ve you guys been up ta?” The question distracted the forsaken from his pondering.
“Oh the usual. Work work work, Ren nagging and being a little—”
“Bastard?” Bailey provided.
“I was gonna say pest, but sure.” At this, the troll looked away from the sky and laughed.
“Dat Goblin be dirt. No, worse den dirt, he be shit dat a raptah made afta he ate dat stoopid guy.” Ryvren didn’t comment on this, he just continued talking to Bailey.
“And otherwise a bunch of nothing.”
“That’s boring.” She frowned. While she knew that Ryvren wouldn’t ever talk about anything he and Jan did together, it still disappointed her that the warrior hadn’t done anything exciting. “Didn’t you at least steal money from Ren?”
“HAH, like Ryv would touch dat dirty money with his SWORD,” Jano’sek interrupted. “He don’t need money ta be happy, unlike you stoopid goblins and ya shoppin and ya makin da world dirtier with ya machines!” Bailey couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. The teenage troll raged. “What be so spirits-damned FUNNY?!”
“I, I can’t, oh gods I can’t breathe.” The hunter continued to laugh, not even bothering to point out the innuendo that could be taken from Jan’s previous statement. Mad at not getting any answers, the druid shifted into his cat form and pounced at the goblin, only to be stopped by Ryvren.
“‘Ey! Lemme go!” The troll-cat struggled, but could not escape the forsaken’s grip.
“No, cuz you don’t need to attack her for laughing,” Ryv stated.
“But she be laughin at me!”
“So? I laugh at you all the time.”
“Ya, but you LIKE it when I attack ya! Why ya stoppin me from attackin her now?” Jano’sek continued to struggle. Meanwhile, members of their guild started to gather around the three.
“Because.” Fury gripped the cat-troll, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bailey, for her part, managed to at least stop laughing for the moment. She seemed ready enough to laugh some more at Ryvren and Jano’sek’s interactions, though.
The mage Zenlith smirked and raised an eyebrow, Des and Rahndor started cracking up and Fiamma tried to get Jan to calm down with her soothing voice. Bailey frowned. An important member of the guild was missing.
“Hey, where’s Hass? Not getting drunk is he?” She asked. Rahn shook his head and looked around.
“He was with us a moment ago. Maybe he forgot where he was again?” The blood elf laughed and didn’t notice an old troll standing behind him. The hunter DID notice the smack to the back of his head that came moments after. Hassour, the grumpy elder troll that was the leader of the guild snorted and moved to get a better look at the arguing duo.
“HEY pipe down, the both of ya.” Both Ryvren and Jano’sek stopped arguing (though it was more one sided than anything). “Good. Got enough damn noise at this Faire than I care to bother with.” Bailey looked up at him.
“Then how come you’re HERE, then?” Watery yellow eyes glanced down at the girl with a slight menace. She stared back up, unafraid. After a moment of this staring contest he sighed.
“Because even these old bones need something new once and a while.” Rahn seemed about to comment, but an elbow to the knee from his tiny wife shut him up before he could. While the guild members started to chat among themselves, Rennis marched over to join them.
“Hey what’s this, happy hour for The Long Road? Where’s the booze if that’s th’ case?” Bailey studied her older brother. He seemed to have something on his mind, but she couldn’t tell what was bothering him.
“NO WAY am I gunna touch dat evil fire watah,” Hissed Jano’sek.
“There’s booze here? No way.” Ryvren deadpanned.
Hassour snorted. “So there ya are, Ren. I need ya to look at my radio for me again, I just can’t get this.” Rennis frowned a moment, then sighed at the old rogue’s lack of ability to understand the simplest of technology.
“Alright alright, give it here.” Bailey stopped paying attention to her brother. There were way more important things to do. Like find girls willing to go shopping with her with all the prize tickets that she had.