Garston relaxed in his home, a glass of the best wine gil could buy in one hand. Â Bringing it to his lips, the pearl in his ear beeped and he growled.
"What is it?"
"Garston, the ruse did not work. Â It held the dog off for only a time but Desmond appeared robed and hale."
The man sighed, swirling the liquid in the glass. Â He heard the lacing of worry in Ophi's voice. Â "Do not worry my dear. Â I have one more trick up my sleeve. Â Go to the Sands and ask Momo where Ashca is. Â Then ..."
Garston grinned to himself. Â It was all too easy.
"Tell Ashca to take my lost pet cat to his ... house. Â He will know where it is and I want you to follow him. Â Do not touch Asdrellia. Â I have my own game to play with those bastard Drifters."
"As you say, Garston. Â I will contact you when --"
"No. Â Do what you see fit after the cat is taken. Â I trust you to not disappoint me Ophi."
The smile could be heard as the elezen replied, "You will not be disappointed, love."
Garston closed the connection and relaxed once again in his chair, swirling the red liquid in the glass and taking a long sip. Â It was a fine day indeed for this new game.
Ophi smiled down at the miqo'te that sat tied to the chair, his face already beaten and bruised. Â Her men took pleasure in their work and it showed.
"Wakey wakey cat. Â The fun is not over."
She nodded to her men and as one slapped Milo awake , the other continuing his work. Â She reveled in the miqo'te screams, as well as the frantic cries over the pearl in her ear. Â She kept Milo's pearl sitting on his lap so Kayle and the others could hear every single sound.
This went on for a wonderous time until Milo was able to slur part of where he was. Â The anger built in her, and she dealt her own blow to the miqo'te chest, enough to break a rib or two.
"Now now, it is not nice to ruin the game, Milo."
But what was done was done. Â Over the pearl she heard them talking, and knew they figured it out. Â They were in a small part of the displaced Ala Mhigan camp. Â She gave one of her men a signal. Â He nodded, knowing what was planned.
The sun began to set as two pairs of heavy footfalls echoed in the cave.
"MILO!"
The cry heralded the coming of two men as they approached. Â She recognized the one, Stone was his name? ... and the other ... yes, the one who was the mage .. Arry ...
"Look Milo, we have company ..."
The miqo'te raised his head enough to see who came, just as Ophi's man ran his knife along Milo's throat. Â As the miqo'te slumped in the chair, she watched as the two readied their bow and spells, killing her men. Â She on the other hand grasped the stone around her neck and focused on Ul'Dah, the stone whisking her away.
Garston smiled at the gathered group of Drifters in the Sands. Â He laid out his hand to them all ...
"You have a choice. Â You can save your cat and I take the girl, or you save Asdrellia and Milo dies. Â Which is your choice?"
He could see they did not believe him. Â Ophi's bluff before did not work with Desmond, which is true, but when Garston did his game, it was real. Â No punches were pulled, no deceptions. Â When he said someone would die, they did.
The doors of the Sands opened, and Ophianne walked in, the elezen grinning. Â Coming to his side, she planted a kiss on Garston's cheek.
"All is done my dear."
"Hm, good good." Â He raised his gaze to those before him. Â "Well, it seems your choice was made. Â I bid you all good night."
Taking Ophi's arm, he ushered them both from the Sands, not wanting to look back or dally too long. Â They walked for a time through alleys and streets, the elezen knowing better than to ask questions right now.
Stopping before his house, Garston turned to face the woman. Â "Well?"
"Milo is dead. Â Seems the ones called Stone and Arry heard what Milo slurred over the pearl."
Garston growled, not because the miqo'te was dead, but it did ruin what he wanted to do. Â Yet it all did come out well in the end. Â Grabbing Ophi roughly, he grinned and pulled her close.
"It seems you did not disappoint me, my dear. Â I think that means a fitting reward, do you not."
Ophi raised a brow slightly. Â "Are you asking me to your bedchambers?"
"I do not ask, Ophi. Â I take what I want."
"What is it?"
"Garston, the ruse did not work. Â It held the dog off for only a time but Desmond appeared robed and hale."
The man sighed, swirling the liquid in the glass. Â He heard the lacing of worry in Ophi's voice. Â "Do not worry my dear. Â I have one more trick up my sleeve. Â Go to the Sands and ask Momo where Ashca is. Â Then ..."
Garston grinned to himself. Â It was all too easy.
"Tell Ashca to take my lost pet cat to his ... house. Â He will know where it is and I want you to follow him. Â Do not touch Asdrellia. Â I have my own game to play with those bastard Drifters."
"As you say, Garston. Â I will contact you when --"
"No. Â Do what you see fit after the cat is taken. Â I trust you to not disappoint me Ophi."
The smile could be heard as the elezen replied, "You will not be disappointed, love."
Garston closed the connection and relaxed once again in his chair, swirling the red liquid in the glass and taking a long sip. Â It was a fine day indeed for this new game.
Ophi smiled down at the miqo'te that sat tied to the chair, his face already beaten and bruised. Â Her men took pleasure in their work and it showed.
"Wakey wakey cat. Â The fun is not over."
She nodded to her men and as one slapped Milo awake , the other continuing his work. Â She reveled in the miqo'te screams, as well as the frantic cries over the pearl in her ear. Â She kept Milo's pearl sitting on his lap so Kayle and the others could hear every single sound.
This went on for a wonderous time until Milo was able to slur part of where he was. Â The anger built in her, and she dealt her own blow to the miqo'te chest, enough to break a rib or two.
"Now now, it is not nice to ruin the game, Milo."
But what was done was done. Â Over the pearl she heard them talking, and knew they figured it out. Â They were in a small part of the displaced Ala Mhigan camp. Â She gave one of her men a signal. Â He nodded, knowing what was planned.
The sun began to set as two pairs of heavy footfalls echoed in the cave.
"MILO!"
The cry heralded the coming of two men as they approached. Â She recognized the one, Stone was his name? ... and the other ... yes, the one who was the mage .. Arry ...
"Look Milo, we have company ..."
The miqo'te raised his head enough to see who came, just as Ophi's man ran his knife along Milo's throat. Â As the miqo'te slumped in the chair, she watched as the two readied their bow and spells, killing her men. Â She on the other hand grasped the stone around her neck and focused on Ul'Dah, the stone whisking her away.
Garston smiled at the gathered group of Drifters in the Sands. Â He laid out his hand to them all ...
"You have a choice. Â You can save your cat and I take the girl, or you save Asdrellia and Milo dies. Â Which is your choice?"
He could see they did not believe him. Â Ophi's bluff before did not work with Desmond, which is true, but when Garston did his game, it was real. Â No punches were pulled, no deceptions. Â When he said someone would die, they did.
The doors of the Sands opened, and Ophianne walked in, the elezen grinning. Â Coming to his side, she planted a kiss on Garston's cheek.
"All is done my dear."
"Hm, good good." Â He raised his gaze to those before him. Â "Well, it seems your choice was made. Â I bid you all good night."
Taking Ophi's arm, he ushered them both from the Sands, not wanting to look back or dally too long. Â They walked for a time through alleys and streets, the elezen knowing better than to ask questions right now.
Stopping before his house, Garston turned to face the woman. Â "Well?"
"Milo is dead. Â Seems the ones called Stone and Arry heard what Milo slurred over the pearl."
Garston growled, not because the miqo'te was dead, but it did ruin what he wanted to do. Â Yet it all did come out well in the end. Â Grabbing Ophi roughly, he grinned and pulled her close.
"It seems you did not disappoint me, my dear. Â I think that means a fitting reward, do you not."
Ophi raised a brow slightly. Â "Are you asking me to your bedchambers?"
"I do not ask, Ophi. Â I take what I want."
