Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
09-01-2010, 05:12 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lisawags.
Ohkaay. I'll post. Reserved.
While the gardener wasn't paying attention, they ran toward another tree. As they ran to another tree bearing fruits, Maxwell eyed the giant contraption.
"Say..." he started when they crouched behind the tree. "You said you can warm things up, yeah?"
Jordan replied slowly, "A... little more than warming thing up, but yes."
The genius replied with a thoughtful, "Hmm," and didn't talk about it for a while.
Jordan peeked from his hiding place at the gardener. He was farther away now. Maybe they were safe, for now, at least.
Another fruit fell nearby. Jordan handed Maxwell his sword. He didn't plan on losing his only companion (friend?). A stalk grew from the fruit. As it twisted and soon morphed into something closer to human, Jordan watched anxiously. Maxwell didn't seem very distressed. Finally, the transformation was complete.
This person was familiar. It should've been. The man had thinning hair and glasses with thick rims. His posture was bad and his clothes were messy. At first he had a look of confusion, but that was quickly changed into a scowl.
He stared at Jordan for a few moments. Without a word, he walked away.
Jordan's mouth was open in disbelief. His thoughts swirled around in his cranium. Was that him? What were the chances? Then his mind wandered back to the bully. He shivered. He definitely didn't plan on saving his old man.
The pyrokinetic was brought back to reality with a few taps on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Maxwell asked with the corners of his mouth curled downwards with concern.
"Huh?" Jordan answered.
Maxwell didn't repeat himself. "If only there was some tea around," he sighed.
Jordan leaned on the tree and murmered, "Yeah, I guess." He never was a fan of tea.
Ohkaay. I'll post. Reserved.
While the gardener wasn't paying attention, they ran toward another tree. As they ran to another tree bearing fruits, Maxwell eyed the giant contraption.
"Say..." he started when they crouched behind the tree. "You said you can warm things up, yeah?"
Jordan replied slowly, "A... little more than warming thing up, but yes."
The genius replied with a thoughtful, "Hmm," and didn't talk about it for a while.
Jordan peeked from his hiding place at the gardener. He was farther away now. Maybe they were safe, for now, at least.
Another fruit fell nearby. Jordan handed Maxwell his sword. He didn't plan on losing his only companion (friend?). A stalk grew from the fruit. As it twisted and soon morphed into something closer to human, Jordan watched anxiously. Maxwell didn't seem very distressed. Finally, the transformation was complete.
This person was familiar. It should've been. The man had thinning hair and glasses with thick rims. His posture was bad and his clothes were messy. At first he had a look of confusion, but that was quickly changed into a scowl.
He stared at Jordan for a few moments. Without a word, he walked away.
Jordan's mouth was open in disbelief. His thoughts swirled around in his cranium. Was that him? What were the chances? Then his mind wandered back to the bully. He shivered. He definitely didn't plan on saving his old man.
The pyrokinetic was brought back to reality with a few taps on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Maxwell asked with the corners of his mouth curled downwards with concern.
"Huh?" Jordan answered.
Maxwell didn't repeat himself. "If only there was some tea around," he sighed.
Jordan leaned on the tree and murmered, "Yeah, I guess." He never was a fan of tea.