Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
07-16-2010, 11:17 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Not far beyond the gate, Eureka suddenly stumbled into a wall and leaned on it, possibly even attempted to phase through it as something seemed to just dig through her head, dance around for a bit with no regard to the safety of such important organs as her brain, then waltz right out of her ear. It reminded her of the small feeling of depression and helplessness she had felt when she realized she could just be tossed around dimensions by one guy as easily as she herself could toss an apple hand to hand. It reminded her of the small jumps her heart made when she was almost certain there was somebody just right next to her and he was about to drag her further into the dark alleyway to quietly silence her. It was extremely inconvenient. Especially since as soon as she was able to shake it off and continue walking, someone just randomly came up to her.
Eureka had no idea who he was, having paid only the slightest attention to the introductions, but whoever he was didn't really matter much. She just made some hasty assumptions about him as soon as he showed up. Didn't make introductions, ergo, impolite. It didn't matter that he might have thought the Prisdigenater or whatever did it for him. To Eureka, he was impolite.
His sense of style was horrible. It stood out waaaay too much. True, he was mostly wearing the same as she. A sweatshirt, scarf and jeans. But really, orange? Purple? Blue? Totally not good for hiding in alleyways. It did not matter that he probably didn't really think about hiding in alleyways when he had chosen his clothes for the day or that it was possible that orange, purple and blue would be perfect camouflage in at least one universe. Eureka just labeled him as moronically lackadaisical and naively carefree.
And then there was his request. Eureka glanced at Riko. She supposed he was one of those people who didn't beat around the bush. Asking her to do something for him especially without offering something in return. Greedy. Selfish. Rude. She already did rude, didn't she?
Okay, to be fair, he was only asking for something simple. But really, and anybody could see it coming, if she let him continue to demand from her, he'll keep asking more and more of her until finally she'd be nothing more than his dogged employee. Who wasn't paid. On the other hand, if she refused, who was to say he wouldn't harbor any grudge and try to get back at her? Show her why 'nobody refuses meeeee!' and such? But then again, by showing weakness, she'd be letting people walk all over her. But then again, she tends to let people do that anyways just so that they could leave sooner. But then again...
Riko's brow slightly furrowed as he wondered why the cloth mage was taking quite a while to answer. And why was she glaring at him like that? He was sure there wasn't any sort of disgusting blemish for her eyes to be drawn to...? Maybe?
Suddenly, she grabbed a tight hold on his hood and, as he stumbled in surprise, his sweatshirt suddenly lengthened slightly, even got a little baggier. As he tried to murmur out his thanks, he couldn't help but notice Eureka was now rushing ahead of him. He briefly wondered if he had insulted her somehow but then realized there could be something behind them and turned around.
There, a little ways behind, was Muriegro. Riko made a few assumptions of his own and thought that this was who Eureka was hurrying away from. Muriegro, noticing that Riko was mostly alone again, started picking up speed to catch up with him. Riko, a little unnerved, thought that there was power in numbers and started walking faster to catch up with Eureka. Eureka glanced back and saw Riko still following her, added 'creepy stalker' to her list of assumptions, and walked even faster until she was on the line between speed-walking and jogging. It would have been a little amusing to watch if there hadn't been an apocalyptic-style event going on.
Not far beyond the gate, Eureka suddenly stumbled into a wall and leaned on it, possibly even attempted to phase through it as something seemed to just dig through her head, dance around for a bit with no regard to the safety of such important organs as her brain, then waltz right out of her ear. It reminded her of the small feeling of depression and helplessness she had felt when she realized she could just be tossed around dimensions by one guy as easily as she herself could toss an apple hand to hand. It reminded her of the small jumps her heart made when she was almost certain there was somebody just right next to her and he was about to drag her further into the dark alleyway to quietly silence her. It was extremely inconvenient. Especially since as soon as she was able to shake it off and continue walking, someone just randomly came up to her.
Eureka had no idea who he was, having paid only the slightest attention to the introductions, but whoever he was didn't really matter much. She just made some hasty assumptions about him as soon as he showed up. Didn't make introductions, ergo, impolite. It didn't matter that he might have thought the Prisdigenater or whatever did it for him. To Eureka, he was impolite.
His sense of style was horrible. It stood out waaaay too much. True, he was mostly wearing the same as she. A sweatshirt, scarf and jeans. But really, orange? Purple? Blue? Totally not good for hiding in alleyways. It did not matter that he probably didn't really think about hiding in alleyways when he had chosen his clothes for the day or that it was possible that orange, purple and blue would be perfect camouflage in at least one universe. Eureka just labeled him as moronically lackadaisical and naively carefree.
And then there was his request. Eureka glanced at Riko. She supposed he was one of those people who didn't beat around the bush. Asking her to do something for him especially without offering something in return. Greedy. Selfish. Rude. She already did rude, didn't she?
Okay, to be fair, he was only asking for something simple. But really, and anybody could see it coming, if she let him continue to demand from her, he'll keep asking more and more of her until finally she'd be nothing more than his dogged employee. Who wasn't paid. On the other hand, if she refused, who was to say he wouldn't harbor any grudge and try to get back at her? Show her why 'nobody refuses meeeee!' and such? But then again, by showing weakness, she'd be letting people walk all over her. But then again, she tends to let people do that anyways just so that they could leave sooner. But then again...
Riko's brow slightly furrowed as he wondered why the cloth mage was taking quite a while to answer. And why was she glaring at him like that? He was sure there wasn't any sort of disgusting blemish for her eyes to be drawn to...? Maybe?
Suddenly, she grabbed a tight hold on his hood and, as he stumbled in surprise, his sweatshirt suddenly lengthened slightly, even got a little baggier. As he tried to murmur out his thanks, he couldn't help but notice Eureka was now rushing ahead of him. He briefly wondered if he had insulted her somehow but then realized there could be something behind them and turned around.
There, a little ways behind, was Muriegro. Riko made a few assumptions of his own and thought that this was who Eureka was hurrying away from. Muriegro, noticing that Riko was mostly alone again, started picking up speed to catch up with him. Riko, a little unnerved, thought that there was power in numbers and started walking faster to catch up with Eureka. Eureka glanced back and saw Riko still following her, added 'creepy stalker' to her list of assumptions, and walked even faster until she was on the line between speed-walking and jogging. It would have been a little amusing to watch if there hadn't been an apocalyptic-style event going on.