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Fic: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind 6
Title: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind
Characters: Cross Marian, Allen Walker
Summary: That was it! His new apprentice just got himself promoted to "useless idiot apprentice".
6. Wisdom/Profundity
Alternate title: Hic Sunt Leones
Tch, those debt collectors were on his tail again. He should have ran like he used to do, but his new apprentice was dragging him down. The several latest months' escapades had been narrow ones thanks to his new apprentice. At least the kid made himself useful by earning money.
"Oi, we're going." Cross Marian told his apprentice. Said new apprentice looked up from the glass he was wiping to stare at his master confusedly.
"But Master, we just got here two days ago!"
"We're going."
End of discussion. If his new apprentice was smart, he would have stayed quiet and do as he was told, but no... Allen Walker had to open his mouth again,
"Why, master?"
That was it! His new apprentice just got himself promoted to "useless idiot apprentice". Cross was going to bodily haul him out of the bar (where he'd forced his useless idiot apprentice to work in), when suddenly people—scary looking burly men, burst in through the bar entrance. Darn, too late!
"Why, Mr. Cross Marian, how nice it is to finally see you." One of the men said in a falsely nice tone. "I believe you owe us our money."
Cross was flippant. He looked at the shocked paling face of his useless idiot apprentice who was dangling on his hand. The gears in his alcohol induced mind started turning, and voilà!—an idea was born.
"Oi, useless idiot apprentice." Allen Walker turned his head a bit fearfully to look at his master. "Might as well make yourself useful." And with an evil grin he threw the poor unsuspecting eleven year old boy to the horde of debt collectors. "Charge my debts to him. My useless idiot apprentice will take care of it."
As the debt vultures close in on Allen, Cross nonchalantly made his way out of the bar, blowing out circles of smoke from his cigar. He could hear the shrill voice of his useless idiot apprentice from inside the bar. He didn't seem to care that he'd just left his apprentice in the lion's den.
Just as the saying went: "Mwana simba ni simba". Being a practical man, Cross simply put it into practice. Hell, if his useless idiot apprentice survives, he might even come out tougher, Cross thought smugly. Heh, the boy ought to thank him for this one day.
Notes
Hic sunt leones (there are lions here) [Latin]
Mwana simba ni simba (A lion cub turns into a lion) [Swahili]
I used an alternate title since I can't get myself to rid one of the titles. It happened because of re-editing this story (this story was finished way before chapter 2-5).
Thanks for reading! Please review :)
Characters: Cross Marian, Allen Walker
Summary: That was it! His new apprentice just got himself promoted to "useless idiot apprentice".
6. Wisdom/Profundity
Alternate title: Hic Sunt Leones
Tch, those debt collectors were on his tail again. He should have ran like he used to do, but his new apprentice was dragging him down. The several latest months' escapades had been narrow ones thanks to his new apprentice. At least the kid made himself useful by earning money.
"Oi, we're going." Cross Marian told his apprentice. Said new apprentice looked up from the glass he was wiping to stare at his master confusedly.
"But Master, we just got here two days ago!"
"We're going."
End of discussion. If his new apprentice was smart, he would have stayed quiet and do as he was told, but no... Allen Walker had to open his mouth again,
"Why, master?"
That was it! His new apprentice just got himself promoted to "useless idiot apprentice". Cross was going to bodily haul him out of the bar (where he'd forced his useless idiot apprentice to work in), when suddenly people—scary looking burly men, burst in through the bar entrance. Darn, too late!
"Why, Mr. Cross Marian, how nice it is to finally see you." One of the men said in a falsely nice tone. "I believe you owe us our money."
Cross was flippant. He looked at the shocked paling face of his useless idiot apprentice who was dangling on his hand. The gears in his alcohol induced mind started turning, and voilà!—an idea was born.
"Oi, useless idiot apprentice." Allen Walker turned his head a bit fearfully to look at his master. "Might as well make yourself useful." And with an evil grin he threw the poor unsuspecting eleven year old boy to the horde of debt collectors. "Charge my debts to him. My useless idiot apprentice will take care of it."
As the debt vultures close in on Allen, Cross nonchalantly made his way out of the bar, blowing out circles of smoke from his cigar. He could hear the shrill voice of his useless idiot apprentice from inside the bar. He didn't seem to care that he'd just left his apprentice in the lion's den.
Just as the saying went: "Mwana simba ni simba". Being a practical man, Cross simply put it into practice. Hell, if his useless idiot apprentice survives, he might even come out tougher, Cross thought smugly. Heh, the boy ought to thank him for this one day.
Notes
Hic sunt leones (there are lions here) [Latin]
Mwana simba ni simba (A lion cub turns into a lion) [Swahili]
I used an alternate title since I can't get myself to rid one of the titles. It happened because of re-editing this story (this story was finished way before chapter 2-5).
Thanks for reading! Please review :)
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And I like that saying, I feel like that fits little Allen well ^^
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