"So this is where you were, chasing cats and peeping through bed rooms. How classy of you."
Klaus… The last person I need stalking me. “Don’t you understand privacy! Turn around!” Jalen exclaimed turning, writhing in anger. Jalen grabbed the lousy shirt and stuffed it into his newly acquired trousers, fitting the sand boots on last.
“Well in anyway,” Klaus spoke away, “Let's grab what we need and get out of here. It won’t be long before someone comes."
“Oh and you predict the future now?” Jalen scoffed, as sound wafted up from below. Klaus was already downstairs stuffing ‘liberated’ provisions into ‘liberated’ bags when commotion began.
"It would seem, she has gotten away Father.” Jalen grabbed his jacket and crept lightly down the stairs, pausing at a creek in the boards.
“Tsk, shut up boy and go feed the animals." It seemed the residents hadn’t noticed and Jalen joined with Klaus in the pantry.
“Has anyone ever told you Klaus, you are quite irritating…” Jalen grit his teeth whilst helping himself to the remainder of food Klaus had left.
“Do you think the queen will be mad?" Another man said.
"If she were to be, we could do nothing of it now." They were nearing the intruding party.
"Any way out?” Klaus asked in a way that it sound very much like an order, “Because I think the front door is kind of occupied."
“Yeah…” Jalen scanned across the room. “The back.” It was evident no door existed and perhaps that puzzled Klaus, Jalen liked to think so as he strode past the kitchen table and pressed his hand to the wall on the opposite side. There were a few words indistinguishably muttered from Jalen whilst black and silver runic circles began appearing. It was seconds before the entire wall panel had disintegrated, crumpled into nothing without sound or trace and Jalen didn’t even turn to look back at Klaus or his expression; he casually just stepped out.
That will cost me… Jalen shrugged, felt good to up one on Klaus. He knew the wall wasn’t gone, it just wasn’t presently residing inside the same plain they were, it would return but until then a scorched runic tattoo would relentlessly etch itself up Jalen’s arm, a little smatter of blood fed into his left sleeve. I suppose its handy I’m right handed… Jalen’s teeth clenched as he (followed swiftly by Klaus) turned off the beaten track in hopes to bypass the rest of the village.
“I’m sure girlfriend number two is around here somewhere so feel free to ditch on me, go ahead.” Jalen nonchalantly offered, lowering himself by a tree and rummaging through his stash. “Ah… dinner time, or breakfast, no let’s go with dinner, sounds like a more substantial meal.”
“Oh… And if you too just heard a scream, you may consider wanting to move towards it.” Jalen said stuffing an apple into his mouth, dismissing the cry.