Another random quest, (GAY) (O/O) CLOSED

"Alright, then." Oci twirled the knife around in his hand with a practiced air. "We'll have to be careful going down. It looks super steep." He waved the knife at the slope. "I wonder why it smells like cinnamon, though. That seems too nice smell to be here."

"I wouldn't mind carrying you for a while, if that's what you want to do," Oci said, looking over his shoulder at Marco. "That would probably be better, anyway. One less person bumbling their way down there. If it's just me, then maybe there won't be as much noise." He grinned at Marco before looking back at the castle.

Oci leaned down and carefully picked up Marco, depositing him in his pocket. "Okay, then." Oci took a deep breath and started making his way down the steep slope. Every once in a while a rock would tumble down the slope, or Oci would slip a few inches down, which made his heart jump right out of his chest.

Oci finally made it to the bottom of the slope, his heart beating wildly. He had no idea how he was going to make it back up the slope, but that really wouldn't matter if he died. Which he very well might, after alerting everything in the valley of his presence. Oci reached into his pocket and carefully pulled Marco out, setting him down in the short, golden grass. "Where do you think it'll be?" He whispered.

"Oh, Edding gods, it's floating." Oci let out a huge sigh. "Of course it's floating. Well, there should be some way of getting up there, even if we have to climb those chains." He took a few steps forward until he was right next to an arch that led into the ruins. "You ready?"

"Sure." Oci nodded and stepped through the arch. "I'll look around here, see if there's anything else we need to worry about?" He glanced around, very on edge.

Oci watched Marco fly up, then started towards the tower on foot. He had to climb over a few crumbling walls, and it was almost fun until he remembered where he was.

Oci's head snapped up when he heard the sound of something… different. He was just in time to see Marco get hit. "Edding gods!" Oci yelled, watching in shock as he fell towards the ground. "Well, isn't this just the best thing to happen today." He clambered over another wall and ran as fast as he could towards where he thought he saw Marco heading. "Gods, gods, gods, Edding shifter getting himself killed before we even see the staff!" Oci kicked a rock across the ground in anger– and although he didn't want to admit it, fear– and continued on.

Oci stepped through a half-crumbled arch into a large opening that might've been a ballroom at one point. Marco was plummeting towards the far end of the room, and Oci's heart skipped a beat when he noticed Marco wasn't slowing down enough. He would most certainly hit the ground, and probably die on impact. That simply wouldn't do. Oci took a deep breath and thrust both his hands at Marco. The shadows hiding by the remaining walls peeled away and streaked towards Marco. They surrounded him, turning into a sort of soft cloud. But they weren't solid enough to help Marco yet. Oci gritted his teeth together and summoned more shadows from beyond the room. After a few excruciating seconds, there was a pillow made of shadows surrounding Marco. Even if he hit the ground falling from the top of the tallest tower, he wouldn't get a single bruise.

As soon as Marco was safely on the ground, Oci let the shadows go, feeling rather faint. He'd only done that a few times, and usually, it wasn't so many shadows. Oci took a few steps towards Marco, his legs trembling. "How– how are you?" He gasped, stumbling the rest of the way over to Marco.

"Yeah, probably," Oci said breathily, dropping onto the ground next to Marco. "So. How's the arm?" He asked, glancing around the area for threats. Something must have seen or heard them, and at the moment, they were easy prey.

"Well, will you still be able to fight?" Oci asked, running a shaky hand through his hair. "If not, I might be able to make a portal back to the town on the outskirts of the Woods."

"Okay." Oci nodded and pulled himself to his feet. "Of course. Did you ever tell me why you wanted to kill the king?" He looked down at Marco. "You seem awfully set on it."

"That's a pretty good reason to want him dead." Oci shrugged and glanced towards the tower. "Anyways. Did you manage to find any way up before you crashed?"

"Will you be able to climb up with your arm, or will you shift into a mouse again or something?" Oci asked, something like concern shining in his eyes.