Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 3: Eternity Plateau]
10-08-2011, 12:43 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
After a long while of heading in one direction, Cole finally saw smoke. Then he saw the village. Then he saw how devastated the village was.
He found himself in the middle of the ruins and he looked around. Collapsed huts and dead, scorched bodies littered the ground and it seemed that this time, there were no survivors left.
He stood there.
What the hell was he even doing?
He stopped and thought and realized after a few seconds that he really had no goal. At least, there was nothing set in front of him. There was nothing he felt he could do here, or really need to do, besides defend himself if it really came to that, but so far he hadn’t really met anybody—
“Hi there, lost wanderer!”
Oh.
Cole turned. Soft was standing there, leaning smugly on a burning wall like a 80s leather jacket punk, but without any of that. She seemed extremely unworried about all the fire.
She was also holding a sword, which he was sure that she didn’t have before. Maybe she took it out of her stupid giant book.
No doubt she was here to tell him what to do and order him around and endanger him for some stupid little lesson.
“What do you want?” he sighed.
“Weeeelllll you look kiiiinda lost, so I figured you might want some help!” She started swinging the sword around. The point sliced through the dust every so often.
“I’m not even going anywhere.”
“Yeah, exactly, ‘a wanderer without a purpose.’ You’ll come into town as a mysterious stranger and then—“ Soft stopped herself, suddenly staring upwards rather than at Cole’s buggy face. “…aaaanywaaaays, I know eeeeverything about this place. I can tooootally tell you where to go.”
“Where you want me to go,” Cole corrected irately. “Go away. I don’t want you around.”
Soft – and there was no other word for it – flounced her way to Cole’s side. “Awww, I know last time we met we didn’t leave on good grounds, but it’s okay, I forgive you.”
Cole snorted, but Soft deftly ignored it. When the man started to walk off, she swung the sword in front of him. It had an audible sharpness to it, which he thought was only in the movies.
“And look at you! You’re so confuuuused and loooooost, you need me.” (After all, who else knows how the story goes?)
“I was fine without you,” he spat.
“Fine! Fine! That was how you got so loooost in the first place! You walked away from me and you were pulled into a scheme you should have never been pulled into with the allure of a reward that you still haven’t gotten yet! And probably never will! You were planning on getting a powerful weapon but you haven’t planned on what to do if you didn’t have it! No wonder you’re so lost!”
Cole stepped to the side. The sword followed suit.
“But dooon’t worrrryyyyyy~ I’ve got eeevvverything under controool. Hey, wanderer, you know what this sword is?”
“What?” Cole asked, getting the sinking feeling that he already knew the answer.
Soft smiled up at him. “A god-killing weapon.”
After a long while of heading in one direction, Cole finally saw smoke. Then he saw the village. Then he saw how devastated the village was.
He found himself in the middle of the ruins and he looked around. Collapsed huts and dead, scorched bodies littered the ground and it seemed that this time, there were no survivors left.
He stood there.
What the hell was he even doing?
He stopped and thought and realized after a few seconds that he really had no goal. At least, there was nothing set in front of him. There was nothing he felt he could do here, or really need to do, besides defend himself if it really came to that, but so far he hadn’t really met anybody—
“Hi there, lost wanderer!”
Oh.
Cole turned. Soft was standing there, leaning smugly on a burning wall like a 80s leather jacket punk, but without any of that. She seemed extremely unworried about all the fire.
She was also holding a sword, which he was sure that she didn’t have before. Maybe she took it out of her stupid giant book.
No doubt she was here to tell him what to do and order him around and endanger him for some stupid little lesson.
“What do you want?” he sighed.
“Weeeelllll you look kiiiinda lost, so I figured you might want some help!” She started swinging the sword around. The point sliced through the dust every so often.
“I’m not even going anywhere.”
“Yeah, exactly, ‘a wanderer without a purpose.’ You’ll come into town as a mysterious stranger and then—“ Soft stopped herself, suddenly staring upwards rather than at Cole’s buggy face. “…aaaanywaaaays, I know eeeeverything about this place. I can tooootally tell you where to go.”
“Where you want me to go,” Cole corrected irately. “Go away. I don’t want you around.”
Soft – and there was no other word for it – flounced her way to Cole’s side. “Awww, I know last time we met we didn’t leave on good grounds, but it’s okay, I forgive you.”
Cole snorted, but Soft deftly ignored it. When the man started to walk off, she swung the sword in front of him. It had an audible sharpness to it, which he thought was only in the movies.
“And look at you! You’re so confuuuused and loooooost, you need me.” (After all, who else knows how the story goes?)
“I was fine without you,” he spat.
“Fine! Fine! That was how you got so loooost in the first place! You walked away from me and you were pulled into a scheme you should have never been pulled into with the allure of a reward that you still haven’t gotten yet! And probably never will! You were planning on getting a powerful weapon but you haven’t planned on what to do if you didn’t have it! No wonder you’re so lost!”
Cole stepped to the side. The sword followed suit.
“But dooon’t worrrryyyyyy~ I’ve got eeevvverything under controool. Hey, wanderer, you know what this sword is?”
“What?” Cole asked, getting the sinking feeling that he already knew the answer.
Soft smiled up at him. “A god-killing weapon.”