*Belteshazzar pushes her onto the bed as he carelessly flings her garments off to the side.*
Belteshazzar: Spread those gorgeous legs for me, my sweet.
*With a wicked grin, the young woman from the bar did as she was told. Then Belteshazzar runs his hand through her black hair as he slides himself into her. As he pulses in and out, she moans in the off-beats of his thrusts. Eventually, he spills his seed across her stomach. Now sated of his lust, he picks up his coat off the floor and heads back home to his tower.*
Soothsayer: AUGH! YOUR SINS! THEY BLIND ME!
*Belteshazzar turns on a dime and faces the old man.*
Belteshazzar: I'm more important than any mayor or king you may wish to service, and I'm telling you once to shut it. Do I need to make myself any clearer?
*The soothsayer does not answer. Satisfied enough, Belteshazzar stumbles up the stairs. Upon entering his room, he begins to change into sleepwear. In the process, he pulls a bra out of his jacket.*
Belteshazzar: well... I guess I have reason to see her another night now.
*he lays down in his bed. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself standing on a ship with Thanatos.*
Thanatos: hello... our associates, the Thyrinians, requested an agent with 4th wall energy. I'm sending you. They want you to kill someone or something like that. I'm sure you won't mind. Have fun!
*Belteshazzar blinks before he is teleported to a nearby base. He sees a young, built man with white hair.*
Sergi: I am Sergi Lebedsky. the Thyrinian Empire does not approve of idle 4th wallers, it breeds stagnation and weakness. One of these is named Ra'vir. He lives on Jamycia. We don't know where he is exactly, but we can set you down near Robyn, who used to be in regular contact with him.
*He smiles as he hears her name.*
Belteshazzar: alright, hit on Robyn and kill Ra'vir, collect highlander duel rewards, sounds like an enjoyable conquest.
Sergi: well then if you have no further questions, off with you!
*As Belteshazzar begins to shake his head, he's teleported down to the planet Jamycia.*
Belteshazzar: well that was rather rude. Now where is Robyn?
*He looks around and sees a town nearby, yet no one around him at the moment.*
Belteshazzar: huh... I guess I could go ask questions... how quaint.
*He walks into the nearest tavern, sits down at the bar, and orders a scotch on the rocks. He looks around the room, then remembers that he probably wouldn't find Robyn in a place like this. When his drink comes his takes a gulp and swaggers over to some guy making a move on a girl.*
Belteshazzar: ya know, for someone so cocky, you sure go for the easy A's.
*The guy turns and pulls a gun on him. Belteshazzar uses his fire to heat the metal so that the man drops the gun.*
Belteshazzar: easy there cowboy, I just want some information.
Man: well you have a funny way of asking for it.
Belteshazzar: Well I'm not interested in your girl, I'm after some chick named Robyn, you seen her 'round? she's got sleek black hair, big brown eyes, a killer body and-
Man: no, I haven't. Now beat it.
*he sighs.*
Belteshazzar: well it was worth a shot. Have a good one. Oh and by the way, your .22 will probably need repairs... just sayin'
*He turns as if to leave. The man lashes out with his fist, but Belteshazzar was expecting this. He catches the man's arm and with one fluid motion, by placing his own hip under the man's, he leverages his lower center of gravity to easily pull him off the ground before slamming him onto the counter.*
Belteshazzar: thank you for assaulting me, I can now write off this interrogation as self-defense. Where did you see her last?
Man (panicked voice): She frequents the local monastery, but other than that no one ever sees her.
Belteshazzar: thank you for the information. Sadly, I cannot do anything for your partial paralysis as I don't have healing. Have a fun night with your girl.
*he walks out and over toward the monastery. However, before he reaches it, some invisible force checks him into the wall. The entity reveals herself to be Robyn. Wearing a black leather jacket and biker's helmet, she keeps her knife near his throat.*