by Zenai on November 3rd, 2011, 2:20 am
The arena was coming together slowly but surely and Zenai was quite impressed of the effort that has gone into this little rat race. For one, getting rats couldn’t be easy and getting them to “race” would be akin to getting a bear to dance. Secondly, there’s the arena; the level of detail that has gone to construction couldn’t be just some guy slapping things together. The pieces did indeed fell into place like a jigsaw puzzle but of course, Zenai had to be guided for some of the not-so-obvious pieces. Then finally, the crowd of drunks who were persuaded to leave the taverns and whore houses to witness something trivial. Zenai credited that effort to the woman who called her Zandelia. Yes, it was all coming together and his curiosity has urged to stay on to watch how this all end. Knowing Bob, it has to bring out the profits.
Fantastic Zenai rolled his eyes. Bob is actually going to use Zenai’s much-more-retarded idea to “enhance” the rat race. It’s going to be rats riding chariots pulled by other rats. “Yes, Bob; I will help out with the rat chariots but do note that I’m no carpenter and much more useful guarding bodies.” Zenai decided to roll with it otherwise Zenai wouldn’t be making profits out of his own idea. He’s not about to let Bob just take his idea and roll in the mizas that’s going to be made. Zenai needed the little extra income; living adequately was good and all but sometimes, Zenai feels like taking a day-off just to spoil himself and those extra mizas would really help out.
Zenai’s heart skipped a beat when Bob whipped out a black concoction within a vial. Dark Tongue; from the name itself, Zenai could guess that it’s some sort of poison. How lethal is something Bob already explained. Still, Zenai wouldn’t want that sort of thing streaming through his blood vessels. Luckily, he had his own set of gloves. Being trained in the knightly ways, Zenai was taught to fight with honor and that means no poisons but this was Sunberth, anything goes and it’s not like a Syliran Knight would come out from a corner and be a referee for every fight in Sunberth. Zenai considered applying poisons to his own blade. It could enhance his combat prowess by weakening his foe thus making them easy pickings for Zenai. However, Zenai thought otherwise since he has little experience with poisons and not want to get himself killed; perhaps when he has a chance to learn about poisons in a safer environment. Maybe reading a book about poisons in the library, he would consider it.
It seems Bob wanted Zenai to open the cages. Simple enough of a task and one Zenai could easily achieve. Then Bob explained the rest of the plan to them. A rigged race, eh? It was an interesting notion and achievable in such an environment. At the present, Zenai didn’t mind cheating the crowd since they deserve it one way or another. Another reason for Zenai’s lack of honor in this respect is because he used to go to the gambling casinos and dens for a spot of entertainment. Luckily, he knew when to stop as he almost lost all of mizas in those gambling games. He doesn’t know why but it seems Fate has destined that Zenai shall win no games. Petch that! This was Sunberth and anything goes. Zenai may be trained in the ways of an honorable knight but he still had weaknesses that Zenai confess he has and one of those weaknesses was to win and have lots of mizas to spend.
Having explained his devious plans to all of the, Bob asked them to take their places. Antar and Zenai went over to the rat cages; Zenai taking position over one and Antar would most probably take the other. Zenai checked over the cage; it was big and there was a relatively big rat inside it. Of course, that was the obvious. What he was looking for was the mechanism to open the cage. After a few seconds of inspection and thinking how it works, Zenai finally found it and it looks simple enough to open. The rat spit and squeaked viciously at Zenai. “Oh, quiet down, you. Just get going with your little running and all of this would be over.” Wonderful; it seems that Zenai has caught whatever has infected Bob and now, Zenai is talking to rats.
While they all are still getting into positions, Zenai took the opportunity to survey the crowd. Now with the arena done and rats in place, the crowd is judging which rat is the better rat. They seem to be judging by the size of the rat itself as well as tail length, fur color and other characteristics. It was silly to judge a rat’s worth by its appearance but then again, some do give off certain appearance if they’re strong in some way. Zenai then was intrigued himself as to what makes a good rat. Perhaps it’s the muscles in his leg. Stamina is important but unless you have seen them run until they were tired, you wouldn’t know how much stamina they have.
Zenai turned his attention his comrades-in-business. Antar was at his cage, observing his own rat. Zenai wished his rat would beat Antar’s rat. Zandelia and Shai were the lucky ladies to collect and taking bets on the rat race. The crowd, mostly men, and having their beer-goggles on whistled and wooed the women as if there was a sideshow going on while the rat races were on. Surely, Bob wouldn’t allow for that nor would the two women. Tikon? Zenai wasn’t exactly sure what Bob had in mind for the Isur but it must be important enough that Bob forgotten to mention Tikon and his task in this race. Zenai made sure he was in position as well to open the cages and to sabotage when Bob gives him the signal. Bob better be doing this right otherwise Zenai would toss the midget into raging crowd.
Green is when I'm speaking Common.
Blue is when I'm thinking in my Mind.
Teal is when everybody else is speaking.
Red is when I'm speaking Nari.