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Styx: The Detour	By : NaomiSakagura Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Loud bangs echoed throughout the hideout as shit went flying everywhere. Shadow cringed at the noise. Like a cat, her ears had always been sensitive. She wasn’t sure the racket was necessary, but she did find slight amusement in the goblin’s effort to procure armor and a new set of clothing for her. Being more of an introvert, she never really liked to draw attention to herself in general, but wearing her more modern clothing out in this environment would be like holding a neon sign that said, ‘Hey! Look at me!’ On top of that, a cotton t-shirt and thin capris weren’t going to protect her from a steel blade.
            After agreeing to let the human stay, Styx realized that she was going to need a change of wardrobe. He needed her alive to get to the heart of the tree. Plus, she was better to look at than that damn old man. When they got back, he’d have to figure out what to do with him. Now that he had Shadow, the blind crook was useless for one and secondly, he didn’t need the bastard to sell him out for a few coin. The goblin dug until he hit the bottom of the wooden chest he was scrounging through. If he remembered correctly, he had been saving trinkets, which included armor of past adversaries. He pulled out a pair of dark leather breeches and inspected them. They didn’t seem to have any rips or tears. He smelled them next to make sure they didn’t reek to high heaven. What could he say? Even he didn’t like the idea of smelling like a donkey’s ass. Once assured that there were passable, he threw them behind himself in Shadow’s general direction. “Try those on.” He also pulled out a pair of knee high leather boots and chucked them too.
            Shadow huffed in annoyance and glared at the green skin’s back. Really? He had to just throw them at her? She walked over to where the pants landed and picked them up, slinging them over her arm. After that, she moved to pick up the boots he had carelessly tossed.
            Styx stood and stared at the crap that was lying around everywhere. Being a decent person and cleaning up the mess crossed his mind, but then he thought better of it. The junk caught in his path got roughly kicked out of his way as he moved to one of the closets. He couldn’t exactly remember what he had stashed where so it was a guessing game as he went from one container to the next. He was almost positive the closet he had picked had more clothing in it, but was wrong for as soon as he opened the door, a dead body falling out. He had sidestepped to let the carcass hit the stone instead of letting it land on him. The flesh was partially rotted and made his nose cringe. Shit, how long had he left the poor bastard in there? He was racking his brain to remember the reason he had kept it. Nothing came so he just shrugged it off. “Forgot about you.” He was contemplating what to do with it when he overheard Shadow gag and speak.
            The redhead had been casually watching him, partially out of curiosity, but mostly just studying him. In the real world, she had made a career being a professional artist and he sparked the creativity within her. Lost somewhere within her mind, ideas were flowing and she was itching to get them on paper. Shadow was roughly thrown out of her reverie when she finally registered that something vaguely resembling the remnants of a human had just leisurely fallen out on the ground. She barely managed to withhold a scream, nearly throwing up and turning pale. “Styx! Why the fuck would you leave a dead body in your closet?”
            The goblin smirked over his shoulder, “Convenience.” The look on her face made him want to laugh.
It wasn’t like she had never seen one before. Despite the game promoting mercy instead of needless killing, there were still missions that required it. Even so, she shivered. Deciding it best to let that one go, she walked off in the direction that she remembered a spare room was supposed to be. Once found, she went inside and shut the door. The redhead set the leather pants and boots on the table beside her and removed her capris. She hadn’t been wearing shoes when she was at home, but luckily for her, she hadn’t had to walk much on the hard stone barefoot. She laid the capris over the chair that was sitting beside the desk. She made note to remember it was here for later when she wanted to doodle some. She grabbed the leather pants off the table and slid them on carefully. There were strings hanging down in the front, so she assumed that she was supposed to tie them together in order to keep the pants up. Once tied, she moved around to test the flexibility of the pants. The last thing she needed was them ripping during a mission, especially in front of Styx. Not that he would mind the view, she was sure, but there were other places and times for such things. She laughed a little. The pants were snug, but not uncomfortable so she decided that they would do for now. She’d have to ransack one of the noble’s or guard’s quarters later for extra clothes. She sat down in the chair and grabbed each boot one at a time, pulling them up over the legs of her pants and lacing them up tight. She was more used to sandals, but as she stood up and walked around in the boots she realized that they were pretty comfortable too.
            Styx managed to find a grey cotton top and some pieces of thicker leather armor. They weren’t the best, but they would have to do for now. Metal armor wasn’t conducive for sneaking anyway. He hung the chest piece and blouse over his bare shoulder and held the gauntlets and braces in his hands. “Hey, redhead…” He turned around as he spoke only to see that she had disappeared. The goblin rolled his eyes. Where had she gotten off to? He peered around the hideout and noticed that the door was shut to the room he normally left open. He figured she had gone in there for some privacy to change. Styx walked over and knocked on the door before opening it.
            Shadow peered up at him, “Find anything else?”
            “Yeah.” Styx was tempted to drop the clothing at her feet and walk out, but instead laid the stuff down beside her on the table. “Get that on. I’m going to find you a weapon.” He walked back out and headed for a specific chest, the one he kept all his most private shit in. He knew just the thing that she could use. It would be light and easy to hide. He flipped open the lid and sifted through the weapons until he found just what he was looking for. “A-hah. Perfect.” He slid his fingers across to blade to test the sharpness and wasn’t disappointed.
            Before she could protest, he had left, supposedly to go dig through more crap. She sighed and slid off her shirt, placing it atop the capris. Looking over at the table she inspected the grey top Styx had brought her. It looked to be about her size. She pulled it on over her head. Not too snug, just loose enough to be comfortable. The V-neck was a little low, but she couldn’t be bothered to fix it right now. The girl noticed that everything seemed to have a string or lace-up theme. She guessed that they hadn’t invented buttons or zippers just yet. She grabbed the braces off the table and tried to secure them next. She fumbled a little, but felt like she would be able to get it on her own.
            Styx grabbed a cloth to wrap the blade up in since it didn’t have a sheath, and walked back to the room she was changing in. He didn’t bother knocking this time and waltzed right in. He had expected to see her completely suited up, but instead she was struggling to get the braces on. He rolled his eyes and walked over to her. “Here, let me do it.” He stabbed the dagger into the wood table and let the cloth fall beside it.
            Shadow blushed slightly as Styx grabbed her arm. She hadn’t expected him to be so gentle as he repositioned and laced up each brace for her proper. She studied him intently as he did so, not recognizing the expression written across his face.
            Styx finished and reached over to grab the chest piece. It was shaped similar to a corset, but was made out of thick materiel. It wasn’t completely impenetrable, but it could take quite a hit. He moved her arms out of the way and came in close, almost as if he were going to wrap his arms around her. He reached around and grabbed the other half of the armor, bringing both around her torso in order to lace it up in the front.
            Shadow hadn’t thought it could get any worse, but it did. She should have stopped him and told him that she could do this part by herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak up. She honestly liked having him close to her so she stayed quiet. She was glad there was a shirt between her and the tantalizing fingers that were brushing against her as the goblin tied up the front part.
            Styx didn’t even notice, focused on his task as he was. He was trying to be quick so that they could leave. It was unusual that Ozkan hadn’t returned by now, but he counted it as a blessing. He still didn’t know what he wanted to do with him. He couldn’t risk the redhead getting alone with him because there was no telling what he would do to her. Styx finished and pulled the dagger out of the now damaged wood, tossing it to her. “Let’s go. I need to get those plans.”
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