Dance with the Devil

"The wendigo walks around for a bit more and then, it reverts to a much less intimidating form. Sitting in front of the bonfire, its back turned on Stanley, it seems content with the warmth."

Ris places the balls on table, gave him a pool cue and helped him get the right posture. "Come on, lean a bit lower. Don't tell me you never had to bend over before." On second thought, saying the second thing was probably a very poor choice of words.

"ok I'll just sit here..." "Ummm....no...I...I mean I have but....not like...." Recin was blushing.

"The wendigo takes out a marshmallow, puts in on a stick and cooks it over the fire. If you don't know, marshmallows are sweet things that taste greet when given a little fire treatment."

"Just-just forget I said anything," Ris was blushing even harder. "Play the game."

"Wendigo eats marshmallow? Weird....but good...better that then me" "Recin started playing.

"After it cooks several of them, it comes searching for you again, but without the full wendigo form."

Somehow, Recin did a trickshot that made the white ball bounce from the table and on the floor. Legion's mirror image picked it up and placed it back on the table. "Whoa, bad luck, huh?" Ris laughed. "Technically, this would count as a turn, but because I'm nice, you can have another try."

"Uh no I can't do anything now! I hope it's friendly.." Recin smiled and tried againwith less force.

"When it finds him, it stops dead in its tracks and just stares at Stanley for several minutes. It then slowly approaches him and offers him a marshmallow." Legion smiled. "I've heard 'only eat when you're hungry' but this is ridiculous; it was out for your blood just a few minutes ago."

Now that he hit properly, the balls were scattered around the table, but none of them hit any of the holes. "Good enough for a newbie," Ris said. "When you hit another ball with the white ball, they always get directed in a ninety degree angle. Like this." She took careful aim, hit the white ball and got one of the numbered balls into a hole.

"It's a nice Wendigo like me! Yay! I'm going to have the marshmallow." "Eh...I see what you've done and now I'll copy it. . " Recin did exactly what ris did.

"After you take the marshmallow, it leaves you alone and goes to get warmed by the bonfire again. Since you've proved yourself not be a threat, it won't attack you."

He got two balls in the holes. "Alright, I guess I underestimated you," Ris smiled. "Totally caught me off guard by saying you've never played this before."

"see it's just like a normal Wendigo." "Well I am good at aiming. Ive shot way to many animals with tranquilizers.."

"I though they attacked everything within their sight, not just threats. That being said, what will Stanley do?"

With a smile, Ris shot two more balls into holes, now winning by one point. "Three balls left; think you can pull that off in just one turn?"

"Recin says the older Wendigos kill everything. Like he said the older they were when they turned makes them want to kill More. He said I was a little kid..." Recin grinned as he aimed. 'i can do this...' he hit the white ball.

"Oh, that makes sense. The one in the game won't speak, though. Monsters, sorry for the term, don't really speak all that much."

Through some sick showcase of luck, he did it. He landed all the remaining balls in the holes. "Woah, you're really good at-" Then, the while ball also went in one of the holes. "Losing." She burst into laughter.

"Well the game can't be perfect." Recin twiched before breaking the pole in half and walking away.

"What will Stanley do?"

Legion's mirror image glared at him and sighed; he'd have to fix it. 

Ris ran after him. "Oh come, on, don't be like that!" she said. "It was a good attempt."

"hell stay with the Wendigo for a bit until he feels better. " " I am going to be like that...there is no reason for a good attempt if I fail...." Recin looked down.

"The wendigo takes out a whistle and starts playing a sad, depressing tune." Of course, the song is heard from the speakers. "Do wendigoes do this?"

Ris crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "Well, with that attitude, you'll never do better."

Wendigo was going to say something but suddenly looked like she was in a trance. She took out a little flute she had hidden in her fur and played the exact song. Recin looked at her. "It doesn't mater. I don't make a living playing pool. I research animals not what angle I should hit a ball. "

Legion just let her have her moment; he'd never imagine her to have a knack for music.

"All work and no play. How does that not make you a dull boy?"

Wendigo played it and when she was done she snapped out of it and looked at legion." What just happened?" "My life is never dull. I don't work at an office...I hunt down the rarest of creatures...it's really fun...yet so dangerous.."

"A wendigo in the game played a song and you played the same song just now."

Ris rolled her eyes; he didn't get it. "You can't relax, can you?"

"I played a song? But I don't know any songs...." She looked at the flute she had. "I never learned...." "I can relax.....i think..."

Legion raised an eyebrow. "You sure? I know what I saw."

"Not everything is a competition. Sorry that I laughed at you."

"Recin doesn't know how to play wind instruments so I was never taught how to play this..." Wendigo tried playing it and only play random notes. "Recin said Wendigo's play so that they could remember their past but I don't play..." "It's fine..I'll just site here...." He sat in the floor.

"But hearing the song made you play it..."

Ris sighed and sat right next to him. "You take everything too seriously."