forum Gold Chains and Fingertips (Romance) (REBOOT) (Closed, One on One)

Started November 14, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher frowened more. “Still would have been a good idea to check. It could have one of those demons that you were mentioning,” he said.

"Hmm." They kept on driving for a little longer, eventually coming up to a swampy, marshy area and a well kept wooden lodge. Ember stepped out of the truck, waving for Thatcher to follow.

Thatcher got out as well and after a small flash of light, the large scythe was in his right hand. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings closely. He licked his lips as he frowned. “Where is here?”

"Well, it's where the creatures were reported. Haunted shack is a mild stretch. Shack, yes, here, but haunted? More the area. Not sure what. It was a typo, I guess." he stepped up on the patio, knocking on the door. "Eh? Who is it? You them monster hunters?" a tall, brown haired woman asked. "Yes. What can you tell us about the creatures?" Ember said. "Them swamp monsters been skulking around for the last week or so. Finally got cocky enough, dragged a customer off the deck and et'm right up." she told them. "Ate them?" Ember blanched. "S'what I said." the woman affirmed. "Could you describe the creatures, ma'am?" Ember asked. "Them monsters, them in the swamp. Them swamp monsters." she clarified. "Very… helpful. Well, we're just going to take a look around, if you don't mind." Ember said.

“I doubt it’s haunted,” Thatcher hummed. “Ghosts are most definitely not real.” He stayed right behind Ember, and from anyone who would look head on, he did seem like the perfect picture of a steryotypical grim reaper- a dark, tall figure standing over the innocent in an intimidating fashion. Swamp monsters? That was ust as far fetched as the ghost theory to Thatcher. It was utterly ridiculous. Those were small and harmless sounding things to him.

"Listen, monsters and ghosts are real, okay? I've faced them before. If you're too scared to admit such a simple fact, then on your own corpse be it." he snapped.

“Scared?” Thatcher asked with complete dislelief. “I fear nothing, especially not some little, lowly monster. Those things can’t kill me no matter how hard they tried,” he growled.

"Never say never." Ember sighed. There was a broken part of the patio, right by the river. It had the same green goo-fluid that had hit the truck. "Well, we're gonna need a boat." he decided.

Later, they had rented out a small motor boat, and were floating down the river. "So, er… that economy huh?" Ember really was terrible at small talk.