Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 3: Castle Suterrea)
06-25-2011, 01:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
So exactly…why did he do that?
“Also, thank you so much Re…Re…it starts with an ‘r,’ right?”
It would have been easy to just kill her, really. And technically, it would be helping her. Helping with all that pain, of course.
“’m not racist…I don’t mean to be…I mean, we haven’t done much together…I guess…do you talk…? Not that I think you wouldn’t because you’re a plant.”
But he also had to think about the future. He was pretty much the only non-humanoid contestant left. And, he had to admit, probably the most suspicious/least trustworthy/what-have-you. Or at least, that was possibly the others’ opinions of him. Maybe.
“…What would plants do for a girls’ night out…?” Sarika mumbled rather dreamily.
In any case, Reudic couldn’t help but think that it would be very useful having another contestant probably under his control.
“…Do plants giggle…?” she continued before turning to gaze at the floating rosebush beside her. “Do they?”
She stumbled and fell to the floor for the fourth time since they had started walking together. For some reason, she couldn’t help but burst into much-too-loud laughter.
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It was strange. He was just standing there. It was certainly the most…uh…tender? Was that a good word for it? It was the most whatever-the-word-was that she had ever seen him.
For a moment, Lillian’s mind couldn’t help but whirl. For a moment, she couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t Marcus, like how the treasure chest wasn’t a treasure chest and how Sarika wasn’t Sarika and how Karen wasn’t—well, actually she still wasn’t sure about that one, really, so it was more like how Karen didn’t seem like Karen.
But that was a silly thought.
Still, if the biggest, strongest guy around here wasn’t actually so big and strong, then what did that mean? What did all those things he had said mean? Nothing?
No, it can’t be. He was still big. And strong. And also sort of scary, honestly.
And if he didn’t snap out of it right now, he was going to, to…
“Ma-MARCUS!” Lillian shrieked from her hiding place. Despite her stutter, the shout was good and loud. Two faces snapped towards her, one surprised and one annoyed. Lillian tried to huddle away from the annoyed face. The surprised face turned away again, perhaps no longer surprised.
Then the doors suddenly burst open.
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“Sssshhh, shh,” Sarika said, holding up a feathered arm to motion Reudic to stop. The plant hadn’t even said anything. It continued doing so. “Something smells funny.”
Reudic had no idea why one would have to be silent when it came to smells.
After a pause, Sarika straightened again. “…No, actually it smells normal. Lemon smells are normal, right? I think that’s lemon. Do you actually smell? Besides of roses, I mean. The other smell. Wait! What was that!” Before Reudic could say anything, she added, “But it’s right there!”
“I don’t see anything,” he said before remembering why he hadn’t really talked much in the first place. Bothering to say anything at all resulted in very tedious time shenanigans he didn’t particularly want to go through.
“Maybe it’s Lillian?” she said hopefully before apparently remembering the last time she thought it was Lillian. In the meantime, Reudic kept watching. He saw nothing. Sarika touched her still-bleeding arm, then forced herself not to, then touched it again. “Maybe we should still check.”
Reudic was rather certain this would be a waste of time. Still, having an injured bird high on toxins chasing nothing was far safer than having an injured bird high on toxins chasing something.
“Let’s,” said Sarika.
“Let’s go,” said Reudic.
So exactly…why did he do that?
“Also, thank you so much Re…Re…it starts with an ‘r,’ right?”
It would have been easy to just kill her, really. And technically, it would be helping her. Helping with all that pain, of course.
“’m not racist…I don’t mean to be…I mean, we haven’t done much together…I guess…do you talk…? Not that I think you wouldn’t because you’re a plant.”
But he also had to think about the future. He was pretty much the only non-humanoid contestant left. And, he had to admit, probably the most suspicious/least trustworthy/what-have-you. Or at least, that was possibly the others’ opinions of him. Maybe.
“…What would plants do for a girls’ night out…?” Sarika mumbled rather dreamily.
In any case, Reudic couldn’t help but think that it would be very useful having another contestant probably under his control.
“…Do plants giggle…?” she continued before turning to gaze at the floating rosebush beside her. “Do they?”
She stumbled and fell to the floor for the fourth time since they had started walking together. For some reason, she couldn’t help but burst into much-too-loud laughter.
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It was strange. He was just standing there. It was certainly the most…uh…tender? Was that a good word for it? It was the most whatever-the-word-was that she had ever seen him.
For a moment, Lillian’s mind couldn’t help but whirl. For a moment, she couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t Marcus, like how the treasure chest wasn’t a treasure chest and how Sarika wasn’t Sarika and how Karen wasn’t—well, actually she still wasn’t sure about that one, really, so it was more like how Karen didn’t seem like Karen.
But that was a silly thought.
Still, if the biggest, strongest guy around here wasn’t actually so big and strong, then what did that mean? What did all those things he had said mean? Nothing?
No, it can’t be. He was still big. And strong. And also sort of scary, honestly.
And if he didn’t snap out of it right now, he was going to, to…
“Ma-MARCUS!” Lillian shrieked from her hiding place. Despite her stutter, the shout was good and loud. Two faces snapped towards her, one surprised and one annoyed. Lillian tried to huddle away from the annoyed face. The surprised face turned away again, perhaps no longer surprised.
Then the doors suddenly burst open.
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“Sssshhh, shh,” Sarika said, holding up a feathered arm to motion Reudic to stop. The plant hadn’t even said anything. It continued doing so. “Something smells funny.”
Reudic had no idea why one would have to be silent when it came to smells.
After a pause, Sarika straightened again. “…No, actually it smells normal. Lemon smells are normal, right? I think that’s lemon. Do you actually smell? Besides of roses, I mean. The other smell. Wait! What was that!” Before Reudic could say anything, she added, “But it’s right there!”
“I don’t see anything,” he said before remembering why he hadn’t really talked much in the first place. Bothering to say anything at all resulted in very tedious time shenanigans he didn’t particularly want to go through.
“Maybe it’s Lillian?” she said hopefully before apparently remembering the last time she thought it was Lillian. In the meantime, Reudic kept watching. He saw nothing. Sarika touched her still-bleeding arm, then forced herself not to, then touched it again. “Maybe we should still check.”
Reudic was rather certain this would be a waste of time. Still, having an injured bird high on toxins chasing nothing was far safer than having an injured bird high on toxins chasing something.
“Let’s,” said Sarika.
“Let’s go,” said Reudic.