A mugging we will go!

[akutare]

Akutare stared into the burning embers of the campfire. He was far from home. He was short on cash also. So what if he couldn't affrod a nice, cozy bed in an inn. He was the Dark Hero after all!

He gave a huge huffy sigh as he sat down, putting a marshmallow on a stick. However, his director returned, holding an armfull of lumber for the fire. He looked down at the Dark Hero.

"Octally-Sama, buck up okay? We're short on Hell. You had to use our last 1000 hell on that Makai Soda, didn't you?" His direcor asked. He plopped the lumber down and sat across from the fire gazing Dark Hero.

Akutare looked up at his director and gave a smile. Moreso a huge, pearly white grin. He flipped to his feet and struck a dynamic pose.

"Through rain, snow, swamps, Makai Quicksand and what not! Nothin' can stop me! For I am Akutare! The Dark Hero!" he yelled, "Nothing can come across me! Nothing!

However, his stomach gave a grumble He held it and sweat dropped.

"Maybe hunger..." He said. He blushed and sat back down.

[Zombie Jeff]

Eustice ((who through some unmentioned plot hole is now in veldime)), floated along, and spoted the fire. Call it a bad habit, but he started to get the "pillaging" feeling again.

"Looks like todays my lucky day." He reached into his pocket, and felt his own wallet, still quite full of gold. "THe book was titled mugging strangers around a camp fire for FUN and profit after all..."

[akutare]

Akutare leaned back, closing his eyes. His demon ears could pick up something creeping in the brush. He shrugged.

"Must be monsters..." He said. He settled back down and gave a yawn, putting his arms behind his head in a relaxed matter. He was unaware that someone was near.

[Zombie Jeff]

Eustice peeked just slightly through the bushes, geting sight of the target.

"Talk about a wierd jacket..." he muttered to himself, reaching to grab his long lost staff, but instead finding a rock. "It'll have to do."

He aimed the rock carefully, and sent it whiping in a sharp curve with his wrist. It bounced off of a nearby treestump, richochets to the branch above, and goes hurtling into the washed up pop stars head.

"Direct hit!" he chuckeled to himself confidentaly.