Thread: The Archaeologist, The Succubus, and The Gun  (LeftShield x Umbrale)

If life was a person, it would be the type of person who would laugh at puppies dying after escaping a snake, only to fall off a cliff. Ironic was life's bread and butter of comedy and it brought it out at the most perfect of times. Such as now, after a night of attempted suicide, learning that there is a world of magic, and having the best sex of his life with promises of more. He was now going to actually die from falling face first into a car. Ty's last word would have been bullshit if it weren't for the screaming. Yet once again the one horned red head saved his life again. Her voice booming with a impact behind her words. Then just like that he slowed to a complete stop, ending up laying down on the ground. His head was ringing, like someone had tossed a flash bang in his room and he was still recovering. His body ached like he had just woke from a comma and his head felt like it had a ten pound weight attached to it. He never felt so terrible in his life. Slowly he pushed himself to his knees, and just as slow his memory started to come back to him. Last night, it was the best sex of his life but that was just it, was it him? He couldn't remember doing any of that, in fact it was as if the last thing he remembered doing was cumming on her stomach. If his body was a car then somebody or thing was at the wheel and it wasn't him. Or was it? That was what was confusing, it seemed like him, Ty had a feeling that he would have done some of those things if he was confident, or experienced, or really really drunk. Which led him to believe the one new factor in play for his actions, Libi. Don't!....Do not talk to me right now..Ah Jesus Christ my head. Ugggh! We were suppose to leave last night, we were suppose to be on a boat or plane out of the UK right now! Look I don't know what you did to me last night, but until I am safe and getting away from here, I don't want to hear from you. Ty said getting angry, he could at least tell that he was back at the wheel. While Ty was angry he'd yell a little bit, that guy last night though, Ty was sure if he was angry then people would be pissing in their pants. He was so angry and he didn't even want a explanation right now of why she had done whatever she did to him last night. He had so many other questions that needed answering that her magical drugging would take a back seat for a while. It was his fault anyway, why did he ever trust a succubi? We need to get in contact with my buddy Ron. We've worked together a lot over the years, he can get us out of the count- Hey! You! Don't move! Ty turned to see a police officer standing at the end of the alley way starting towards him. Are you Tyson Poole? The officer asked as he moved one hand back to his hip. Yes, officer my apartment was on fire so I- Ty stopped himself as he remembered all the things he broke in the museum last night. He had never really delt with the police before so he just took them to be on his side. Completely forgetting he was most likely wanted now. Tyson Poole you are under arrest for acts of terrorism on the city of London. The officer said coming over to him and pulling out cuffs, Ty backed away looking shocked. Terrorism?! I just broke a few artifacts, how is that terrorism? It was then Ty heard it, like his ears had somehow became that of a beagle and he could hear the ignition of the gas three stories up catching on fire and in under a second how most of the windows were going to blow out from the explosion. Ty went of instinct and turned, starting to run. The officer could barley say hey before the building shook with a thunderous bang and the windows blew out over head causing most people to recoil. Not Tyson, he knew it was coming and he just ran. As he ran, he could feel his legs pumping, more like a locomotive than normal legs. He was bolting through the London sidewalks as if he was a Olympic runner. He was changing, things were not normal. Though he knew that as he ran, passing pixies, trolls, and humans on the sidewalk. What the fuck was his life now. I need to get south of London, maybe I can get a phone then and call Ron. I don't have a car, I can't run with the police looking for me. Think Ty, come on your smart.