[Mkguild] Lyte pt 5 (Final)

[John Burman]

A good introduction and interesting circumstances for coming to the keep.  One thing I did notice was you tend to switch between past and present tenses throughout the story, make some parts just not seem to flow right.  Otherwise a very amusing and well written story.
John Burman aka Fox Marine 

--- On Sat, 12/5/09, Kiba Bloodfang <salemdarrk at hotmail.com> wrote:

From: Kiba Bloodfang <salemdarrk at hotmail.com>
Subject: [Mkguild] Lyte pt 5 (Final)
To: mkguild at lists.integral.org
Date: Saturday, December 5, 2009, 4:57 PM




                The hallways were long. Long? That was an understatement. No, the hallways weren’t long; the hallways were ENDLESS! They twisted, turned, doubled back, had dead ends, and worst of all… they changed. Oh, how they changed! It was so irritating! At one point, James and Kiba took a wrong turn and had to go back, only to find there was a different hallway than the one they just went down! We join them now after about the third time they’ve done this, with Kiba clinging to his own tail and James guiding him by his paw.
                “Okay, I KNOW it’s this way this time. I recognize that suit of armor! See the scratch on its shoulder? We’re headed in the right direction!”
                Kiba didn’t say anything. He was getting tired and hungry… oh boy, hungry. That thought made him nervous. How was he going to eat like this!? He rubbed his muzzle and gave a small whimper.
                “So, um… don’t worry. We’ll get there soon.” Said James for the hundredth time. The fur on his tail was getting frizzy in agitation at the hallways. What was meant to be a three minute trip had stretched to over half an hour. It seemed like there was no end in sight for the poor duo. 
“Finally!” Kiba heard James exclaim. He looked up from the floor to see a polished, dark brown set of double doors.
James pushed the doors open with one paw to reveal a room the size of a house. The walls were circular and lined with bookshelves. There was a semicircular desk directly across from the two, on which was a small bell to call for service and several stacks of books, not to mention a myriad of quills, rolls of parchment and inkwells.
James led Kiba up to the desk. There was a small ladder there similar to the one that Kiba had used to get in and out of the bathtub earlier that day. he climbed up to and peers over the edge of the desk. There was no one in the room save for Kiba and James.
“Hey, Lunin!” James yelled, grabbing the bell and ringing it sharply. “We got a new guy who needs to register!”
Without warning a big, hairy face popped up from behind the desk and let out an ape-like shriek.
“Aah! I’m right here! Hee hee hee! A new person you say!? Ah, yes, I see him!” He grinned at Kiba. “Here to register! So you must be new… did I not say that? OH yes, I DID say that!”
“Don’t mind him.” James whispered in Kiba’s ear. “He’s just a little insane. No, the curse didn’t do this to his head.” He chuckled.  “He was like this before he changed. I think maybe he was already a monkey and cursed to be human… then he came here and the curse was broken.” He sniggered.
Kiba leaned away from Lunin and stared wide-eyed. “Aww, did I scare you? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Exclaimed Lunin, a bit louder than necessary.
“I-it’s okay…” Kiba stuttered, clutching his tail to his chest again. He just wanted to get a warm meal and find a warm bed for the night… and possibly wake up back home, human, and eighteen again with all of this as just a wild dream.
“So anyway, Lunin, we need to get this guy registered.” James said again, rubbing Kiba’s head. “Can you get the registration forms and stuff?”
“Ah yes, registration forms! Of course!” Lunin’s eyes lit up and he literally leaped off the desk and landed on the bookshelf on the wall behind him, hanging from the edges of the shelves. He swung back and forth, leaping from shelf to shelf gathering the right documents and scrolls, holding them all in his tail. He chittered noisily the whole while, acting very animal like indeed.
“A-am I going to end up like him?” Kiba worried. He didn’t want to spend his days digging out of the sluice pit for food like a raccoon!
“…like I said, Kiba, Lunin is insane.” James assured him. “You won’t change any more than you already have. Unless you get hit by a nasty transformation spell and degrade even more, but the chances of that are slim unless you plan to go into battle.”
“I’d rather not battle anyone, th-thanks…” Kiba muttered.
Meanwhile Lunin had finally stopped swinging to and fro among the massive collection of documents and papers and had settled down again behind the desk. He rolled out a piece of parchment with blocky printing on it and laid it flat before Kiba.
“Here you are, Kiba. This document states that you are now and forevermore a permanent resident of Metamor Keep; that you abide by our rules and generally just keep yourself out of trouble. I’m sure we won’t be getting any trouble from you, will we?” Lunin rambled, laying an inked quill in front of the document for Kiba to sign with.
“Just sign right there, that’s all you need to do.” Lunin pointed to an X at the bottom of the page, written just to the left of a name-length line.
Kiba carefully dipped the pen into the inkwell and brought it slowly to the parchment. He realized that he was about to sign his whole life away, just like that… he might never see his home again, have dinner with his parents, train with his mast- oh. Kiba remembered that he didn’t want to have anything to do with his master ever again. He couldn’t return to Trenador because he would be killed! He wished he knew his master’s true name so he could use that instead. He wasn’t Kiba’s master any more.
Without another thought he jotted down his name and replaced the pen in its well, though he was panting slightly. That had taken a lot of courage, writing his name like that. Though he found the act of writing in itself a lot easier than he remembered… his new raccoon fingers were extremely dexterous now, almost startlingly so.
“Is… is that it?” Kiba asked nervously, knowing he had just confirmed his new existence here, effectively sealing the deal.
“That’s it! Welcome to Metamor Keep, Master Kiba.”
“M-master? No! I’m jus-“
“Heh, chill Kiba.” James pipes up. “That just means you’re a male resident. Count yourself lucky on that… the transgender spell isn’t any fun.” He shuddered. “I’ve seen Martin throw so many fits and I can hear her screaming at nights in frustration when she wants to mas-“[MW1] 
“James! I think that’s -quite- enough! There are little ears in the room, if you haven’t been paying attention.”
“But he’s age regressed, Lunin.” Retorted James.  “He’s not really that young.”
“Hmm… his eyes say different. They have a youthful sparkle in them that the other age regressed around here don’t possess.” Lunin said, squinting at Kiba. “Though it’s hard to tell through all the fur.”
“Lunin, I know you’re interested in our new guest, but… uhh… well we got lost on the way here. I don’t know how to get to the Deaf Mule from here.”
“Isn’t Kiba a little young for a bar?”
“…age regressed, Lunin.”
“Hmm… still… that glint in his eye… oh, very well. It’s just down the hall and to the left.”
“What?? But we would have passed it on the way here if that was the case!”
“James, are you questioning my intelligence?”
“No, but we didn-“
“Just go. It’s down the hall and to the left.  EVERYTHING is down the hall and to the left.” He looked to Kiba seriously. “You might want to remember that rule, little one. It’ll be the most important thing you’ll remember around here. Trust me.”
And so Kiba left the library, freshly registered at Metamor Keep, on his way to experience a brand new life… reborn, you could say, as a Keeper. At least it beat being a priest.[MW2] 





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