[Doctor Gabriel]

Mr. Kite didn’t like daylight.

The sun hurt his eyes and all the people about were too noisy. All the same, he walked with the Biker Chick toward where he guessed he was supposed to go. Before heading out she’d done some hokus pokus spirit nonsense to change into something that didn’t so loudly proclaim, “I’M A PIRATE! BRING ME YOUR WENCHES AND BOOTY!”

Simply thinking the word booty made him restless.

6 months…

6 long, lonely months…

It was difficult to cope with doing the things he did and knowing the things he knew without a reliable carnal release. But he doubted he’d be able to relieve that urge with his new roommate around. The Canadian Public school system and the extra bits he’d gleaned from the locals with his ring made him confident enough in his French to be able to entice a fair young french girl and-

Mr. Kite shook his head vigorously.

What the hell was he thinking?

He’d just entered a goddamn war. This was no time to let his second head do the thinking.

He turned toward his Servant instead, desperate to get his mind off the subject.

“So what are you?” he asked in as polite a manner he could manage, “Rider? Archer? I didn’t think Pirate was a Class in this fuckery.”