Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
11-16-2009, 08:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit stopped. He suddenly felt that something was different, and patted himself. He just realized that his wounds were gone, and his clothes were fixed... Mostly. His jacket still had a knife and a few holes in it.
things I started with repair themselves, but things I've gained along the way do not, he realized.
Whit grabbed the knife out of his coat. It was an interesting knife, in that it was completely plain- there was none of Itzal's trademark flare here, aside from how shiny it was. He pocketed it. It had stuck with him all the way here, and Whit admired it's commitment. It was a bit odd that he thought of the knife as a living thing, but Whit didn't care. He always felt that, knew that, objects often moved in his favor. He respected their help, and the will behind them. What was that will? He used to think it was god, but from where he stood now, it seemed unlikely. No, it wasn't a god. It was something greater than they- fate... Or luck. In Whit's mind, they were one and the same.
The burning air interrupted his musings. A fire was nearby... And judging from the overpowering smell, it was a big one. Still, it was some distance away. He continued walking.
Whit stopped. He suddenly felt that something was different, and patted himself. He just realized that his wounds were gone, and his clothes were fixed... Mostly. His jacket still had a knife and a few holes in it.
things I started with repair themselves, but things I've gained along the way do not, he realized.
Whit grabbed the knife out of his coat. It was an interesting knife, in that it was completely plain- there was none of Itzal's trademark flare here, aside from how shiny it was. He pocketed it. It had stuck with him all the way here, and Whit admired it's commitment. It was a bit odd that he thought of the knife as a living thing, but Whit didn't care. He always felt that, knew that, objects often moved in his favor. He respected their help, and the will behind them. What was that will? He used to think it was god, but from where he stood now, it seemed unlikely. No, it wasn't a god. It was something greater than they- fate... Or luck. In Whit's mind, they were one and the same.
The burning air interrupted his musings. A fire was nearby... And judging from the overpowering smell, it was a big one. Still, it was some distance away. He continued walking.
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