Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 2 - Firestar)
02-24-2010, 07:21 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Jacob had considered, for the briefest moment, saying something to the satyr. The inadvisability of doing anything of the sort quickly became apparent, however; he doubted his ability to say anything to defuse the situation, anyway. Shrugging, he turned, resuming his unhurried gait towards a cluster of palm trees, sword tracing a scar through the sand in his wake. <Man cannot live on coffee alone, after all. Get some coconuts first, then check the forest for fruit. Might as well eat now; who knows where we'll end up next...>
Idly, he pulled out his watch. Before even opening it, he realized something was off - namely, the music was no longer running. Frowning, he twisted a knob a little before depressing it. Instantly, the music resumed, as though a tiny orchestra had simply returned from lunch. Shrugging, he flicked the the device open, and- <Two hours?! We were there for two whole hours? Lord, how time flies. No wonder I'm hungry.> Jacob closed and pocketed the watch. Had he been paying less attention to the prospect of food, he might've noticed the second anomaly. But the particular hand at fault was rather easy to miss even without distraction, practically invisible to the naked eye.
Something so small probably wasn't all that important, anyway.
Jacob had considered, for the briefest moment, saying something to the satyr. The inadvisability of doing anything of the sort quickly became apparent, however; he doubted his ability to say anything to defuse the situation, anyway. Shrugging, he turned, resuming his unhurried gait towards a cluster of palm trees, sword tracing a scar through the sand in his wake. <Man cannot live on coffee alone, after all. Get some coconuts first, then check the forest for fruit. Might as well eat now; who knows where we'll end up next...>
Idly, he pulled out his watch. Before even opening it, he realized something was off - namely, the music was no longer running. Frowning, he twisted a knob a little before depressing it. Instantly, the music resumed, as though a tiny orchestra had simply returned from lunch. Shrugging, he flicked the the device open, and- <Two hours?! We were there for two whole hours? Lord, how time flies. No wonder I'm hungry.> Jacob closed and pocketed the watch. Had he been paying less attention to the prospect of food, he might've noticed the second anomaly. But the particular hand at fault was rather easy to miss even without distraction, practically invisible to the naked eye.
Something so small probably wasn't all that important, anyway.