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23: Rusti

    23: Rusti


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“So like, am I your girlfriend?” I asked with a giddyugh.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah I guess, but we only do stuff in the game,” Rora said, looking a little red in the cheeks. She was so cute.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Sweet,” I grinned, continuing to stretch myself as we walked.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was wearing my full battle outfit now, minus the helmet, because I didn’t want to die. Everyone knows that the people without helmets are the ones most likely to live. That’s just basic plot armour!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Damn though, I felt good as we walked through the streets towards the city gates. I couldn’t stop looking at Rora and thinking <i><span style="font-weight: 400">Girlfriend!</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> Which… I know it was silly. This wasn’t a proper rtionship by any means, and fuck I’d been terrified of the prospect for most of yesterday and the days before… but now that we’d talked about it? I couldn’t stop myself from feeling amazing about it. I knew it would end, and it would absolutely suck, but I was feeling invincible right now, so whatever. I’m sure I would feel terrified in the nights I was logged out and pining for her, wondering if she would still feel the same when we logged back in.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">We’d only gotten out of the bakery a bit before noon, having gotten distracted by each other’s lips for a good portion of the morning. It had been nice to kiss her because I liked her. I’d been thoroughly turned on by the end though, and I was still feeling more than a little frisky. I wanted her so badly I was contemting bing an exhibitionist right here.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">It was when I was gazing adoringly at my potential snack that I saw it, beyond her wispy orange hair. Or rather… <i><span style="font-weight: 400">him. </i><span style="font-weight: 400">Wait no, were they a girl? No... looked like a boy from here… maybe.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">A cat boy was rushing and dodging through the crowded street, his big fluffy ck ears twitching with an excitement to match the shit eating grin that was spread across his face. He had long-for-a-boy ck hair that was bouncing in all directions as he ran, and a tail that I noticed deftly dip into an NPC’s pocket as he went. He wore a cloak not dissimr to the one that Millie had bought, which is to say a generic rogue cloak. His hips held a cornucopia of daggers and other sharp objects in sheaths, and in his fist he grasped arge number of soft fabric… hats?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Behind him, a ruckus of noise and angry shouts rose as the crowd parted slowly before a group of very irate looking men. A very irate group of men wearing <i><span style="font-weight: 400">Red Pins…</i>


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Rora!” I said, nodding towards themotion.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh dang, that cat really pissed off the Red Pins huh?” she remarked calmly, although as I stepped up next to her, I saw the twitch of a forming grin.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Can I?” I pleaded, my eyes big and bright as I searched her face imploringly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Babe, I see no greater target for testing your new gear than those Red Pins over there,” sheughed, her eyes dancing with delight.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">She called me babe! Aaaaaaaaaah!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Can I have a stamina potion?” I asked sweetly, already holding my hand out. “For afterwards I mean.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Sheughed as she handed one to me, and I poofed it into my inventory for safe keeping, then turned to the now clear corridor I had towards the goons. My gear was all enchanted, giving me a whopping fifteen points into strength alone, not even counting the rest of my attributes. This was a lot, for those who didn’t know. The strength of your average human was at about the twenty range, forparison.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Hey dude!” I called to the cat boy, gaining his attention as he ran and waving him to the side with a hand. “Shift over a little!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">He slowed his headlong sprint with a curious twitch of his ears and moved out of my way. As soon as my path to the Red Pins was clear, I sighted down the street at them, charged my speed boost ability and clenched my gauntleted fist. My body coiled like a spring and I grinned the promise of death at my foes, raising the cat boy’s eyebrows in curious interest.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">For the first time since I’d been using this ability, as my stamina began to drain into the red, there was a physical indication that something was happening. Red sparks of energy skipped across my limbs for the breathless moment before I let fly. And oh how I let fly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The air shuddered with the boom of thunder as it screamed in agony, my body forcing it to part like… well, like my fist went through their bodies. I had finally achieved that proper blood mist like I had been talking about. I cut through the center of their ranks like a thirty six pound cannonball. One moment they were charging down the streets, their friends andrades at their sides and no one to stop them from killing the little thief they were chasing. The next moment, their friends were nothing but a cloud of body parts and blood.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">From my point of view, I went from releasing the ability, to imbedded in a wood and ster wall. My fist was in up to my shoulder, and my knee was lodged pretty hard into the wall too. With the remaining sliver of my stamina, which I had saved for this express purpose, I summoned the potion and pulled the cork out with my teeth, then downed it in one go, the sound of screaming npc citizens like apuse to my ears.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Pinkies up bitches.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The average city dweller had no idea who these thugs were, all they saw was a series of them being vaporised to the sound of thunder. Distantly, I could hear the bells of the city watch as they got all upset over the racket I’d made. Too bad for them, because it felt good to break things again!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">There was the whump of Rora teleporting, a noise that would now forever cause a bit of warmth to pool in my stomach, and she was here to pull me out of the wall. Apparently being pressed against a door was my thing.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Holy shit,” she wheezed betweenughing gasps of air. “That was fucking amazing!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I know! I even went so fast I didn’t get too much blood on me!” I giggled in euphoric delight, tugging my arm free of the wall with her help.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“If this wasn’t a game, we’d be fucking awful people forughing about this shit,” Roramented with a grin.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah, but I mean, there isn’t really a more humane way to kill a racist than to instantly pulp him right? Like this is practically a mercypared to how I normally do it!” I exined like it was a perfectly reasonable thing to say.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Very true! Well, I’m assuming you can’t do that again for a minute, so I guess it’s my turn,” she said, turning to give the poor hapless bastards her war goddess smirk. That smirk was so fucking hot, oh my god.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">She drew her sword with casual ease, the tarnished gold catching the light of the sun as she pointed it at our enemies. For a moment there was a flickering fiery energy along its length, and then with a crack, a beam of ruddy orange fire whipped out and burned a hole through the brain of the nearest Red Pin.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">After that initial kill, she was off, teleporting forward to cut them down with her usual brutal efficiency. Not wanting to be left out, I rushed forward and into the fray. She’d even been kind enough to start killing in the middle, so I didn’t have to run as far!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The first guy swung at me with a short sword, making a vicious sh that would have cut deep, except I now had a thick te of steel to block with along each of my forearms. Catching the blow with my left hand and reaching forward with my right, I grabbed his hand where he held the sword and <i><span style="font-weight: 400">squeezed.</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> The man screamed, thrashing and beating ineffectually at my gauntlet in an attempt to get me to let go.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I did as he wanted and let go of his ruined hand, only to grab his neck instead. With my new hold around his neck, I swung him into the path of another iing blow from an advancing Red Pin. The blow from the next guy pierced his thrashing friend instead, and I hefted the now dying Pin into the guy who had just delivered the blow, sending them both crashing to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I took the dead guy’s sword off the ground and pinned them both, then looked up for my next victim.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was surprised to see the little cat boy gleefully stabbing his way through the Pins from the other side, phasing in and out of sight with some sort of invisibility spell. He wasn’t moving through the enemies as fast as Rora, but he was definitely doing his part. Alright then, so it was going to be a ughter. I could dig that.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">The fight was over pretty quickly after that, much to my disappointment. Having this armour was amazing! I’d gone from a melee ss cannon to a brawling force of nature, and it felt <i><span style="font-weight: 400">SO GOOD.</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> Almost too good… I needed tougher enemies to fight, ones that could take more than one or two hits before they went down. I had a new goal in life, find an enemy who could go toe to toe with me.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Wow,” the cat boy said, being the first to break the silence that had settled around after the fighting stopped. “That was so cool!”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Hell yeah,” I nodded, raising a hand for a high five.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">He reached up and pped my hand as hard as he could, then winced because I was sheathed in steel and he wasn’t.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Damn! Shouldn’t have hit your hand that hard!” he squeaked, squeezing his hand between his thighs with a grimace. “Like, I literally <i><span style="font-weight: 400">just</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> watched you put it through like six dudes and a wall.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah, the only thing thicker than her fist, is her skull,” Roramented dryly, giving me a teasing wink.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Wow, rude!” Iughed, poking my tongue out at her.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You leave your tongue out like that and I might make you use it,” Rora grinned, leaning in teasingly close, then backing off. I found I’d been holding my breath as she leaned in, and I felt a mild pang of disappointment that she didn’t make good on that promise. Should I leave my tongue out longer?


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Nice,” the cat boymented with a shit eating grin I wasing to suspect was his signature expression.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Turning from Rora back to the cat, I asked, “So what did you do to piss off all those Red Pins?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh that’s easy,” heughed, holding up the hand that still held all the hats. “I stole these off their heads.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You stole… their hats?” I asked in bemused admiration.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah, I was bored, and those guys are assholes… two birds, one stone!” he nodded.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh my god, he’s like you!” Rora groaned, cing her head on my shoulder theatrically.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” he asked with a chuckle.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Good,” I said at the same time that Rora said, “Bad.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Laughing, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, because she’s cute, then asked the cat, “So what’s your name dude?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Rusti! Like the word for oxidised metal, but with an I instead of a Y. Oh uh, and I’m actually not a dude. Or a girl. I’m a bit a both and also neither!” the cat grinned impishly.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh cool! That’s um…” Rora said, lifting her head off my shoulders and looking thoughtful as she racked her brain. “They and them pronouns right? Uh… Non-binary? Sorry, I’m an ignorant cis lesbian, don’t actually know any trans people in real life. Shit, I’m not even out of the closet in real life, apart from to… to my best friend.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I blinked at both of them, feeling a little confused by what was going on. The whole being in the closet thing definitely exined why she’d been hesitant during our first two encounters though.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah! It’s weird, everyone always defaults to boy with me cos of my voice and my haircut, but I mean, I don’t mind that too much. Then they get all confused when I take my cloak off and see that I have hips and tiny boobs. It’s fun, I get to fuck with people every time I meet them!” theyughed, wiggling their hips from side to side in a little dance.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Yeah I’m he confused, but I think I follow? Use they and them, try not to think of you as a boy, or a girl,” I said, having only just managed to follow the conversation.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Rusti made some funny sort of eye contact with Rora for a split second, then nodded, “That works.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Still, introductions aside… Seriously, why steal the hats?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Those guys have been bullying us non-humans for weeks, and I was getting pissed off. I was just going to disappear with the hats after wasting their time, because they seemed pretty busy when I found them, but then you two showed up! Now they’re all dead and I have a ton of experience!” they smiled, kicking a corpse almost affectionately.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“What were they busy doing?” Rora asked eagerly. If she’d been a dog, her ears would have pricked up.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Dunno, they were messing with some random totem looking thing. Looked magic to me,” they shrugged, seeming not to have paid too much attention.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Can you show us where?” she asked. “We have a quest to do with them.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh? That’s cool! Yeah, I can definitely show you where to go,” they smiled, then their eyes lit up as they considered something. “Oh, will we get to kill more of them?”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Definitely,” Rora and I said in unison.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">****


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh-kaaaay, maybe we don’t want to kill this <i><span style="font-weight: 400">particr</i><span style="font-weight: 400"> group of Red Pins,” Rora said with a low whistle.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">As much as I hated it, I agreed with her. These guys meant serious fucking business. They were set up in an abandoned warehouse, its roof having long since caved in. Why was it always abandoned warehouses? This one was on the edge of the old docks district. The ce used to be the only ce that barges could find a berth in the city to offload their cargo, but some sixty years ago the prince at the time had decided to dig a proper harbour off the huge river. It required constant maintenance, but it was a lot better than the old one.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">As such, the old docks district had fallen into disrepair, the warehouses of the affluent merchants being abandoned in favour of ones closer to the new docks. To make matters worse, the river had been slowly eating away at the district, sinking it down into a swamp that only the most destitute or desperate would go. Even criminals tended to avoid the ce because it was so unpleasant.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">We were sitting on a taller building, looking down on the hive of activity from a safe distance. They had patrols of the usual level fifteen thugs that we’d fought earlier today, but towards the center, they had much higher levels. Dudes in full te armour, carrying tower shields taller than I was, were guarding the doors. Mages in ostentatious robes stood around in groups looking like the pompous gits that they were, while crossbowmen skulked across the rooftops.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">In the center of it all, just visible over the ruined wall of the warehouse, was a strange totem made of some dark material that I couldn’t identify. Across its surface, purple arcane runes bubbled and flickered.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Fuck, I really wish I’d had time to study how magic works in this game,” Rora grumbled, her fingers absently worrying at the ribbons that made up her robes.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I don’t think you need a phd in magicology or whatever to figure out that the thing down there isn’t good. I mean, just look at it! Spook central!” Rusti eximed. “Also, I think I just got a quest. Something about a conspiracy.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh hey, that’s the same one we have,” I smiled.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Oh cool! Think… um, we could party up or somethin’? If that’s all good?” they asked hopefully.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I looked at Rora, who smiled affectionately at me and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “You’re the people person, not me. Your call babe.”


    <i><span style="font-weight: 400">Babe</i><span style="font-weight: 400">. There it was again, that word that sent shivers of happiness up and down my spine for multiple reasons. I loved it. I was going to be addicted, that was for sure.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Before I say yes or no…” I murmured, reaching up to y with a strand of her hair. “We need to friend each other.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Wait, we aren’t already?” she asked, looking genuinely surprised.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“No silly, we never bothered… we were too busy fighting or fucking to get around to it,” I giggled, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Wow, okay. What’s your ingame name? The full one?” she asked, swishing her hand around in the air like she was ying with her menus.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Tamipesagniyah,” I said, then spelled it out, because there was no way anyone was going to get it without me doing that.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“There, invite sent,” she said.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I epted it, feeling strangely very happy to finally have a connection to her that I might be able to use if we got split up again. Her full yer name appeared to be <i><span style="font-weight: 400">Auroraduskyhair</i><span style="font-weight: 400">, which I thought was really cute. Probably because it was the name she’d chosen for her game ount, but still. Cute.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Alright, your turn Rusti, what’s your handle so we can add you?” I asked, looking over at them as they watched Rora and I.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I should get a name change to ‘ThirdWheel’ if I’m going to be partying with you two,” they joked. “My full handle is <i><span style="font-weight: 400">RustiTheTrickster.</i><span style="font-weight: 400">”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I typed their name into the friend request box, as did Rora, and once we were all friends… wait, I was still in a party with Millie. Wow. I sent a message to Millie, asking for party lead so I could invite the two next to me, which she dly agreed to. She mentioned something about being busy “testing some new poisons”, and then went silent. Interesting…


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Once I had party leader, I added the other two, and we were set.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“What’s the n then? Go back to the bakery?” I asked, looking to Rora for guidance. If I was the people girl, she was the ns girl.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Nah, we caused a bit too much of amotion before, so if we go back, they''ll probably have guards busting their door down. I think we should find an abandoned house to squat in for the night while we get to work on this quest. I have a feeling this city won’t be safe for us for much longer,” she said thoughtfully, chewing lightly on her tongue. I wanted to chew lightly on her tongue too…


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Okay…” I said sadly, already missing the bath.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“I have a ce I’ve been hiding in that would work,” Rusti mentioned. “I’m kinda wanted too. I’m ying as a thief after all, so I needed a thief hideout.”


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Sweet, lead the way again,” Rora smiled.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">As we got moving, I opened my messages and got to the task of reassuring my sister and through her, my parents.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Sorry about earlier, I really was cuddling Rora at the time. Apparently she held me throughst night, I was crying and whimpering and shit in my sleep, and she couldn’t wake me up.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">All good. Mum and Dad figured out what happenedst night…


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Oh?


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Um… well... they realised that if they got close to the window, they could see further down your body.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">That’s a bit weird.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">They were worried. Turns out… the pod did a huge chunk of the cutting and slicingst night. You uh, don’t have a dick anymore, that’s for sure. It made a lot of other cuts too, but that’s the most notable.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Holy fuck, no wonder she warned me… that was anaesthetic that put me to sleep. I should have realised it too, remember that time I had surgery to fix… fuck whatever it was, I can’t remember the weird scientific name they used.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Yeah I remember. Now… who warned you, MaTRON?


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">It felt the same. I shoulda realised… anyway, yeah. I can’t say much, there seems to be some weird shit going on, and I don’t want to mess with things until after the transformation isplete. Let’s just say it’s a good thing that my pod is locked.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">If you say so…


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Please trust me on this


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Alright. Love you sis. I can’t wait to give you a hug when you’re out.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Can we just like, cuddle on Mum and Dad’s couch when I get out? Like we used to before the whole, boy and girl weirdness made it awkward.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Fuck, I missed that. Yes.


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Love you sis.


    <b>LipsAndShades: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Team twins!


    <b>Tamipesagniyah: </b><span style="font-weight: 400">Team twins!


    <span style="font-weight: 400">I was smiling as we made our way into the half copsed house that Rusti was using as a base of operations. Most of it was a mouldy wreck, but the room that used to be some sort of dining room was reasonably dry and clean. In one corner Rusti had their bedroll, and in the old firece they’d set up a crude cooking area. It was cute and homey.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“You two can use that corner for your bedrolls if you want,” Rusti said, gesturing over at the corner opposite their own.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">“Thanks,” Rora nodded, while I moved over to the cooking area, intrigued by their setup.


    <span style="font-weight: 400">Rora and I ducked out to quickly buy a whole bunch of food, as I wanted to try my hand at some proper cooking, and we needed stores anyway. Rora also made me buy some potions… which turned out to be kinda expensive. Realising how much they actually cost made the casual way she’d handed them to me that much more endearing. When we got back from our little shopping trip, it waste afternoon and I got stuck into doing some real cooking!
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