NPF Avatars 5 - Part Vampire, Part Warrior, Carnivore and Voyeur

[The Wizard Who Did It]

“I swear to Pyros, how did I get talked into this?” The Wizard said as he vigorously scrubbed the floor. Over the long days and nights working at the Kurosen building, he had got into a habit of talking to himself. Well, to be perfectly fair, he’s ALWAYS had a habit of talking to himself. Just now it was a bit more verbal.

“I guess my therapist was right, God does hate me.”

The Wizard perked up his ears. They slowly waved back and forth, trying to locate the position of the incoming footsteps. Ever since he got employed at the Kurosen tower, his physical senses had increased in proficiency, giving him a much greater sense of smell, sight, feeling, taste, and hearing.

“Oh and of course, here people come. People with their muddy boots and stinky hats, messing up the floor I worked so hard to clean. Making me work like a goddamn slave. The first person that comes through that door, I’m gonna wring their little neck.” Like you wringed the Fifth’s neck? “Quiet, I haven’t gotten a chance yet.”

A waft of tropical air washed through the Wizard’s nostrils, distracting him. He took a few more sniffs, but before he could pinpoint the source, the people arrived in the room. Without thinking, the Wizard stretched out his arms, with intent to strangle the first person he saw dead. He was taken by surprise when the person answered him in kind. Well, didn’t strangle his neck as much as wrap his arms around the Wizard’s body.

"How ya been, buddy? Fifth ever remember to feed you? He's never been the best with janitors..."

The Wizard jumped a little, taken by surprise. He managed to get out a little, “Hey Fenris,” and pat Fenris on the back with his wings before being overwhelmed. Time passed exponentially faster, and the next thing he noticed a hat was on his head.

“Huh… this hat stinks of bear.”, he said aloud.

Incendius tried to talk to him telepathically, but before he could respond he remembered…

"Wow. I guess being a triple-personalitied wizard just doesn't pay the bills like it used to, hm?"

Still speaking his thoughts, the Wizard said, “Damn Mauve breaking my thoughts.”

He turned his attention to Mauve, and cocked his head a little to the side at her… new equipment. He grinned, “I guess being a little girly mage doesn’t pay like it used to either. But I mean… I get told that I can get a good job at the Kurosen building… and some small print gets me stuck doing this. I’m being treated like a frippin’ slave, I mean look!”

The Wizard grabs his left sleeve and pulls it up. On his wrist is a golden bracelet, glittering faintly in the light. Starting up again, the Wizard says frantically, “Y’know what this does? This blocks my magic. No magic? Anti-matter guns? No way out! I get no leave, barely any food to survive. I couldn’t even enter the tournament!”

After catching his breath, he looks at Mauve and says a little sadly, “To be honest, I wanted to fight you. But it looks like I’m not gonna get that chance.”

Hey. HEY! Didn’t you say something about killing the first person who walked through that door? Still speaking his thoughts aloud, the Wizard stared into space and said in a bored voice, “So I lied.”

Hey, dude, lying is a sin y’know. Thou shalt not lie and all that, dude. This time a little annoyed, the Wizard said, “And it’s also said that ‘thou shalt not kill.’ So please just-”

But the Wizard was interrupted. The tropical smell had been drifting through the air this entire time, and he was starting to figure out what it was. Or at least what it smelled like.

“Blueberries? Lemons? Strawberries? What the hell?”