Disclaimer: If I owned Arc the Lad: TOS Darc and Kharg would’ve gotten along much better

AN: And Arc the Lad update time comes around again. Lucky you.

Warnings: General.

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Challenge: Kharg and Darc prank the world: The People of Orcoth from StormShark

Setting: Orcoth (obviously), after game.

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It was only after Darc had gone through the trouble of actually getting Kharg on the Pyron (it involved sleeping pills and duct-tape) and flying off that he realized that he did not have a plan of attack for dealing with Delma. He couldn’t use the same tactics they had used on the other two women, and pulling Kharg’s shorts down in front of her was out of the question, not only would Kharg chop him into little bitty pieces and feed him to Maru, but Delma wouldn’t even bat an eye at any of it, having seen worse things than Kharg without pants.

How does one punish a Deimos without harming them? Kharg refused to allow any of their punishments (he called them pranks) to do any lasting damage, with the exception of Lilia of course, but she deserved it.

Darc pondered on this all throughout the flight, the landing, and the walk to Orcoth. Kharg was beginning to get slightly unnerved by the silence and the swirling lights and pretty colors. He was never, ever going to take a drink from Darc again.

Especially when he knew it was laced with something.

They stopped at the ruins of a church before they actually arrived in Orcoth, Darc pacing and muttering something in front of a pile of stones gathered in front of the remains of the door as though he expected them to answer him. Not understanding the significance of the stones or the placement, Kharg thought his brother was losing his mind. Perhaps he accidentally drugged himself along with Kharg? The blonde was still seeing pretty colors.

No answer came from the stones, as expected, and Darc stomped off in a snit, leaving Kharg to stagger after him. During this time Kharg made the acquaintance of three trees, four bushes, two rocks and the ground, at least eight times, before the medicine (or whatever the hell Darc had given him) wore off and he could act like a normal person again. This involved picking a lot of twigs, leaves, and sticks out of his hair and wondering where his ribbon had disappeared to.

Orcoth...was not what Kharg expected. It reminded him more of a ruin of a human city than a Deimos stronghold. In addition, the Orcon were almost... pleasant, compared to the Drakyr. Therefore, while Darc went off somewhere to sulk, Kharg got to know the inhabitants.

This involved a lot of screaming, shouting and somehow, Kharg ended up fighting in the arena. He had currently acquired the impressive amount of 312 wins, 0 losses. He had beat every single inhabitant, with the exception of the children, and Gorma, at least twice.

This included Delma, whom he had beaten 23 times and still counting. She was madder than Paulette when they had dumped that gunk over her head, still disbelieving that a human, even if said human really was half-Deimos and Darc’s twin brother to boot, could beat her at anything. So even though she had lost more than a few times, most of these in an incredibly embarrassing manner, she kept rushing at Kharg who kept deflecting the attack and dumping her on her ass in the same move.

Needless to say, when Darc finally wondered where Kharg had got to and wandered into the arena and caught sight of this, he was very pleased. After hearing it was at least the fortieth time Kharg had done it, he was practically glowing.

His revenge had been better than anything he could’ve thought up, and he didn’t have to do anything except drag Kharg to his hometown. Revenge was sweet, revenge through your brother, who really didn’t know he was doing anything except having the time of his life, was even sweeter.

Now he knew what to do when Delma got too big for her loincloth.

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TBC

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