"Good timing on starting, there was a big friggen robot that we had to squash not too long before you joined, real headache... you'd think it'd do something about the property values but noooooo~"
Glamdark casually unloaded as she was following after Fortune. Her eyebrows shot up at the lady of mystery's illusions. Illusions were something Glamdark couldn't do, they were too tricky, and she'd quickly lose her patience. She shielded the doofs as they fell.
"Neat trick, don't suppose you can conjure up any money, could you? Your offer sounds like a million bucks but it also sounds like... a million bucks, and right now the only drink I think I could afford is some river water and some odd looks."
Glamdark sighed, casting another shield spell. A Dark Cannon soon followed. For a more wizardly wizard, Glamdark seemed pretty darn adept at running away...
"Actually, you know what? Since they declared war, doesn't that make my debt invalid if I win? I mean, it wasn't exactly legal anyway. Hmmm."
Squinting out into the night she thought she spotted it.
"Well, I think their base was over there."
Glamdark turned away from Fortune and called over her shoulder.
"HEY IS YOUR BASE OVER THERE OR WHAT?"
"YEAH IT IS!"
"COOL THANKS!"
Glamdark gave a thumbs up.
"Alright. That text didn't have that colorful feeling, so I'm not sure which group it was, but either way, I have business with both so let's head that way and liquidate them first. DARK SHEILD AND DARK CANNON!"
Scwhoop and Vhoom.
The air was a little clearer now.
Reaching out and breathing a little more heavily now, Glamdark gently grasped Fortune's left wrist and the black glittering wings appeared on both sides of their shoes once more. Pushing off like a swimmer on whatever the edge of a pool is called, the two ladies soared through the air in the direction of a delivery deport for large wagon trains. There were a lot of warehouses here, and quite a few of them weren't quite up to the level on their legality. Smuggling sure, but a lot of people just didn't want to pay Astor his taxes.
"Gaaaah I'm tired. I want a drinkkkk. Margarita my kingdom for a margarita..."
Glamdark wheezed as they gently touched down.
It was ironically pretty quiet as most of the commotion was now following them back from elsewhere to here.
The two were walking, as walking was about all Glamdark could manage at the moment as she slowly caught her breath.
"So what other cool things can you do?"
She asked as her hand rose and slowly pointed to a warehouse which still had its lights on. It was now getting into the later hours, and if this went on for too long (as Glamdark still figured she had to chase down the other bunch) then their drinks would be over the illustrious and mysterious ritual known only as brunch.
Approaching the warehouse however Fortune devised, Glamdark quickly decided on something and promptly voiced it out loud.
"Okay, nevermind they have way too much stuff. Let's just grab the most expensive looking things that won't get us in trouble with anyone else and I'll call it good for now."
Glamdark nodded.
It had been quiet outside, but in here were a bunch of strangely new-york-fantasy-trenchcoat-but-guildstyle looking gangsters scrambling about. They were trading messages with a few with long pointy ears. Some kind of messaging network probably.
Glamdark thought she saw some fancy paintings. One of the late, not so late, late again, nope not so late Ceciline seemed especially fun. Her eyes then wandered to some very fine jewelry, and finally to a boring but still beautiful in the draconic-hoard-making-eyes of Glamdark, sack of gold. A Glamdark in a candy shop, she wiped her drool.
"If I blast them, and mind you I've caught my breath now and probably can, we're just gonna restart the circus. That's fine. I like circuses (when I'm not the clown). But if we want this portion of our lives to get on with it, then I'm open to 'just as good but different' ideas. Any thoughts? Or is it gonna be Glamdark Whamdark?"
The Sorceress Supreme tilted her head.
@FORTUNE
