Thread: You must be mistaken (Aine x Wander)

An audible chuckle emanating from the lips of the Badle resonated within the copious room. Perlitas sarcastic tone was amusing for the assassin. A billionaire of his stature would not accept such slander from an ordinary girl. But Xangor was humble and genuinely felt guilty for hurting the innocent woman. Therefore, he ignored her incising words and considered them as mere jest. He did not want the girl to experience any form of hostility from him. In fact, he was mildly impressed and to some extent attracted to this brazen girl who was dauntless enough to speak so courageously before a creature of a different species who had nearly killed her. Well, for one, thank you for accepting my job, Perlita. I promise I will try and make it an enjoyable experience for you when you join in tomorrow. Xangor said as he came forward and stood before her, watching her relish the burger and fries with delight. It made him frown because he could not understand how when a person was offered the likes of a Caesars salad, Crme Brule, and Chicken Alfredo, one could prefer to eat a burger. I will never understand the psychology of the middle class. He thought with a sigh, They seem like a different species from the rich. Maybe if she is my assistant I can learn from her...that is if the rich sophistication doesnt rub onto her after she is working with me. A smirk was upon his lips when he said, Yes, I know that is thirty three dollars an hour. You want fifty? I dont mind because I need a good person I can trust. Look around you, money is something I have a lot of. What I lack is people I can trust. The room was copious, spacious and luxurious with an assortment of grand artefacts of chairs, wood burning fireplace, ancient architecture upon the walls, high ceiling and grand king sized waterbed upon which Perlita lay. He came forward and bent down, his face gazing at hers now when he said, By flight I mean actual flying. Those wings you saw, they were not for feathery show. They have a use. Besides, if I really wanna fly, I could easily turn into an eagle. But A Badle requires concentration when in any form but his or her own. Even now, half my attention is focused on maintaining this human form. Let me get rid of it. With this, the Badle stood up and closed his eyes as he raised two fingers up to the cavity in his chest and pressed the ancient rune after closing his eyes and muttering an inaudible incantation. Like electricity, blue light surged within his body accompanied by a thick smoke. The moment the smoke dissipated, a large scaly creature, bigger than the human Perlita saw earlier stood before her. Long red vertical slits of pupils gazed down at her from the dark confines of their black irises as he grinned to portray an array of sharp fang like teeth. Mmmmm....It feels so good to be in my real form. He said as he pulled off his shirt to reveal the red scaly skin upon a herculean torso. Steve ismy human name in disguise my real name Xangor. They usually called Xangor the Xenocide connoting my job of executing humans which pose a threat to our identity. Xangor observed that Perlita had finished her food and therefore he grasped her wrist and lead her towards the corner of the room. I had the window elongated specifically for this purpose because then it is easy to come in and get out undetected. Xangor held her hand and pulled her towards the window, his long red wings were now stretched out like an eagle. I am sorry, but you will have to sit on my back and hold on tight no matter what those ludicrous superhero movies show you, it does not work that way I assure you, it is different. Xangor climbed up the windowsill and perched upon it, bending down in an appropriate position for her to easily climb onto his back. So, He finally said, Have you decided yet? Are you coming for a flight or no?