Earth Camp

[Corwin]

"You seem to be bothered, too," Sasha commented, snickering.

[thepanda]

Beryl pulls an apron from one of the fallen cooks, trying to save some modesty.

[Corwin]

Sasha frowns, seeing the red-head take an apron form one of the prone cooks, and then put it on, bloodying it. "Seems like you went into heat, beat up my apprentices and are now looting them," she comments wryly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I suggest that you stop that."

[thepanda]

"W-what?" Beryl starred, flabbergasted. How could that woman have come up with such a story?

"I did no such thing. All I tried to do was ask directions. The next thing I know I'm geting a knife and plates thrown at me!

"And I wouldn't be 'looting' anyone if they hadn't cut my dress up. And... and..." Beryl sniffles, hand pressing against the wound. "I think I need a medic."

[Corwin]

"You interrupted Mistress Sasha's sleep!" the lone apprentice standing exclaims, glaring daggers at Beryl.

"Ah, I think I see what happened now." Sasha sighs. "But did you have to hurt them so badly?" She waves her hand at the downed cooks. "They were obviously just playing with you."

[thepanda]

"... What? Playing?" Beryl gives Sasha an incredulous look.

[Corwin]

Sasha twirls a tea spoon, before flinging it at Beryl before she could reacts. Like a boomerang, the spoon returns to the cook's hand, and Beryl feels a draft as her bra bites the dust, leaving her covered by an apron and her panties.

"After all, if they were serious, you would have been dead," the blonde comments idly.

[thepanda]

Beryl opens her mouth to reply, but realizes she doesn't really have a retort to that. There is only one reasonable thing to do. She pulls herself up to her full height facing the head cook and bows deeply.

"Please forgive for my actions. I was not aware of the... joviality... of your staff, given the circumstances. I ask your forgiveness."

[Corwin]

"Nah, it's okay." Sasha waves her hand at Beryl lazily. "I'm sure they had fun. Now, why don't I take care of your wounds?"

[Merc]

Endymion snorts with disgust as he shakes his leg. "Get off, General. It's unbecomming for one of your status to plead for his life like that."

'What a sissy Zoisite's being,' Endymion thinks. 'He needs to toughen u...Hmmm...'

A smile graced his lips. "You know what, General? I've decided not to kill you after all."

'Yep, instead, I'm going to request that Alita get a few hours a day with him till we leave to toughen him up and cause him that pain he dislikes so much. And get Alita to give him a crew cut, maybe he'll start acting more reasonably if he lost his precious long hair.'

Endymion cackles internally at what he believes is a devilish plan for Zoisite. The loss of the hair would probably annoy him more than the whole pain sessions combined too. He was still going to ban Zoisite from coming within 10 feet of his room anymore though.

[Corwin]

Zoisite rocks against Endymion's leg, crying.

[Merc]

Endymion frowned, shaking his leg again, "General. I. said. LET. GO. OF. MY.LEG!"

[thepanda]

"That would be nice," Bery spoke, smiling gratefully.

[Corwin]

Zoisite lets go of Endymion's leg as the latter swings it, sending the petite general flying on top of the prince's bed.

[Corwin]

Sasha leads Beryl into the main kitchen area, and helps her lie on a table, applying a white cream to her wounds.