In Celebration (Jing Theme #9 - Happy Ending)
Community: 50_themes
Characters: Jing + Kir (friendship category)
Fandom: King of Bandits Jing
Full list of themes can be found HERE. X-posted to 50_themes, ankhutenshi, kingofbandit
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Title: In Celebration
Theme: #9 - Happy Ending
Notes: 500 words, finished Oct 27/06
There was a definite bounce to Jing's step as they escaped the city limits into the western forest, setting a brisk pace into the deepening dusk. Once again, his knapsack was weighted with a legendary treasure, this time a pair of diamond shears said to be able to cut any material in the world.
Kir circled overhead, crowing their victory. "We did it, Jing! Did you see me blast those guards? And the way you disabled that trap, like wham-wham! And --"
The Bandit King laughed, high and free like a child, and jumped over a fallen log. "I was there, remember Kir?"
The albatross stuck a tongue out at the youth and then settled onto his shoulder. "We should celebrate!" He announced.
"Celebrate?"
"Yeah! Let's hit a city, rent an expensive room, and stay the night! Room service delivered by beautiful girls in maid uniforms!"
"Would that just be the perfect end to your night, partner?" Jing chuckled, ruffling the black feathers of his companion. "I suppose we can. Passoa (1) isn't too far from here."
"WHOOHOO!"
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Passoa was widely regarded as a place where wishes came true. Bursting with lavish hotels, expensive eateries, and a thousand eager pawnbrokers, the currency of the town was riches, pure and simple. The form of such was unimportant, as largely was their legality. In other words, they fit right in.
They checked into a hotel called The Grand Mariner, paid in gems, and were soon ushered into a luxurious suite overlooking the ocean. Kir comandeered the king-sized bed right away, flopping into the heap of pillows artfully arranged against the headboard.
"This is the life..." He sighed happily.
Jing smiled fondly, shedding his coat and unbuckling his arm-sword before pulling their latest aqqusition from his bag. The shears gleamed wickedly sharp in the lamplight as he handled them, switching them back and forth from one hand to the other, as though testing a weapon for balance.
"Oy," Kir said, his voice muffled by the pillows. "Don't go playing with those and cut yourself."
The Bandit King rolled his eyes. "For being an albatross, you sure can be a mother hen sometimes, partner." It took a moment for the statement to register, and then Kir spluttered. Jing laughed and poked the bird. "I'm only teasing. I'll be careful, I promise. But you know what? We could order sundaes."
"Sundaes! With cherries!"
"Two each!"
"And whipped cream!"
"And chocolate!"
The bird made a face. "You eat too much chocolate!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
Jing pounced on the bird with a mock-roar of indignation, but Kir was quick to wiggle free and retaliate by blowing a raspberry at the youth. That prompted a wrestling match which soon had them both rolling across the bed, until they were laughing too hard to continue.
And later, sated on ice cream and victory, Kir snoring softly in the crook of his arm, Jing thought sleepily that it wasn't the treasure that had made this night perfect.
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Notes: (1) Passoã is a liqueur made from passion fruit juice. It is best served on the rocks, or mixed with chilled orange or grapefruit juice. 20.0% (40 proof) Source: Webtender.com
Characters: Jing + Kir (friendship category)
Fandom: King of Bandits Jing
Full list of themes can be found HERE. X-posted to 50_themes, ankhutenshi, kingofbandit
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Title: In Celebration
Theme: #9 - Happy Ending
Notes: 500 words, finished Oct 27/06
There was a definite bounce to Jing's step as they escaped the city limits into the western forest, setting a brisk pace into the deepening dusk. Once again, his knapsack was weighted with a legendary treasure, this time a pair of diamond shears said to be able to cut any material in the world.
Kir circled overhead, crowing their victory. "We did it, Jing! Did you see me blast those guards? And the way you disabled that trap, like wham-wham! And --"
The Bandit King laughed, high and free like a child, and jumped over a fallen log. "I was there, remember Kir?"
The albatross stuck a tongue out at the youth and then settled onto his shoulder. "We should celebrate!" He announced.
"Celebrate?"
"Yeah! Let's hit a city, rent an expensive room, and stay the night! Room service delivered by beautiful girls in maid uniforms!"
"Would that just be the perfect end to your night, partner?" Jing chuckled, ruffling the black feathers of his companion. "I suppose we can. Passoa (1) isn't too far from here."
"WHOOHOO!"
---
Passoa was widely regarded as a place where wishes came true. Bursting with lavish hotels, expensive eateries, and a thousand eager pawnbrokers, the currency of the town was riches, pure and simple. The form of such was unimportant, as largely was their legality. In other words, they fit right in.
They checked into a hotel called The Grand Mariner, paid in gems, and were soon ushered into a luxurious suite overlooking the ocean. Kir comandeered the king-sized bed right away, flopping into the heap of pillows artfully arranged against the headboard.
"This is the life..." He sighed happily.
Jing smiled fondly, shedding his coat and unbuckling his arm-sword before pulling their latest aqqusition from his bag. The shears gleamed wickedly sharp in the lamplight as he handled them, switching them back and forth from one hand to the other, as though testing a weapon for balance.
"Oy," Kir said, his voice muffled by the pillows. "Don't go playing with those and cut yourself."
The Bandit King rolled his eyes. "For being an albatross, you sure can be a mother hen sometimes, partner." It took a moment for the statement to register, and then Kir spluttered. Jing laughed and poked the bird. "I'm only teasing. I'll be careful, I promise. But you know what? We could order sundaes."
"Sundaes! With cherries!"
"Two each!"
"And whipped cream!"
"And chocolate!"
The bird made a face. "You eat too much chocolate!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
Jing pounced on the bird with a mock-roar of indignation, but Kir was quick to wiggle free and retaliate by blowing a raspberry at the youth. That prompted a wrestling match which soon had them both rolling across the bed, until they were laughing too hard to continue.
And later, sated on ice cream and victory, Kir snoring softly in the crook of his arm, Jing thought sleepily that it wasn't the treasure that had made this night perfect.
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Notes: (1) Passoã is a liqueur made from passion fruit juice. It is best served on the rocks, or mixed with chilled orange or grapefruit juice. 20.0% (40 proof) Source: Webtender.com