Re: The Grand Battle [Round Six: Library of Lies!]
02-18-2010, 09:47 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
"Look! No one at school is wearing the original uniform, and there's no way the principal would go out of his way just to target us!"
Amethyst was a little skeptical of the latter statement, there were plenty of times when it seemed the entire school got a kick out of just annoying the two girls.
"I understand, but I'm concerned that we would be approached after the changes. I'm unsure of how to say this, but I'd rather not 'deal' with any of those morons more than necessary."
Midnara had a funny look on her face, both understanding and confused at the same time.
"We'll just dye them black or something then. Anything but that horrid Beige color is great!"
"I'd rather not be forced to tolerate the whispers of 'those two are going goth.'"
Of course, black clothes by no means made a gothic attire, and even then there as nothing truly WRONG with the style, but that wouldn't stop the others at school from jumping on the chance to have something new to annoy her with.
The two had a long drawn out debate over what color to dye their uniforms, before finally settling on the most neutral color they could think of: gray.
Ultimately however, the mere process of dying their clothing destroyed Amethyst's social strategy of "Letting those jerkasses run out of stuff to make fun of," by simply not doing anything at school, and the two had to deal with the special circle of hell known as "middle school."
***
What is it you have to lose?
_______________________
What are you fighting for?
_______________________
What would happen if you died?
_______________________
For all the book's thickness, only the first two pages had print. That it covered an excerpt from her own life, Amethyst hardly found surprising at this point.
A pencil lay on a nearby table. Deciding to 'play along,' she lifted it up, and began to write in the margins, deciding to document her thoughts more thoroughly than the size of the blank spots suggested.
-Even when I was 'normal,' I was driven to shun myself from my peers. They were judgmental and cruel, and I found I could never face their scorn. There was but one person whom I enjoyed the company of, and who enjoyed my company.
-One could argue, that she's the only reason I continued as long as I did. The one person whom I for a time considered 'worth anything.'
-But I can't help her anymore. Even I were to escape, even if I were to win the Battle, I would probably not be returned to my home. Even by now, she is probably...
She didn't finish writing, instead she turned her attention back towards the spaces.
In the first space, with confidence.
Midnara
In the second space, still certain.
Midnara
And the third space, with the same confidence, but perhaps with some degree of sadness
Nothing
A small clicking noise came from the back of the book, and Amethyst turned the page. Now covered with bright red ink- though only a few words were written in a large font.
30% F
"You felt nothing!"
With that same ink, was a crude doodle of the girl with black pigtails being impaled by a skeletal arm.
"You don't care about her! You just jumped right into combat after you saw her killed!"
Drake's voice came from atop a nearby bookshelf, his mask of comedy swapped out for one of tragedy.
"You were never fighting for her! You were fighting for those fleeting memories of your past! 'What my old self would say" right? Just abuse the word 'fuck' and you'll be just like your old self right? I've seen people go into denial after the Magician Youkai transformation, but you're just trying too hard!"
Amethyst stood still, calm as ever "I take it you are one of the Gentlemen then?"
Drake took a single step forward, and ended up inches from Amethyst's face. He snatched the sunglasses Jerry had given her, and tossed them to the side. "It's dark in here. There's no logic behind wearing these. But I guess you were trying to be 'normal' weren't you? Well I got news for ya. Normal people are assholes. Everyone back on Embrake was an asshole. Nathan gave into a demon- sounds like an ass move to me. And everytime you've tried to be 'normal,' you've done something pretty definitively asshole-ish."
He paused for a moment, taking a couple steps back.
"Also a giant spider is coming here to eat you. I'd go curl up in a corner and wait for me to finish reading so I can take care of that for ya if I were you."
Saying nothing else, he jumped back up to the bookshelves, and ran off.
"Look! No one at school is wearing the original uniform, and there's no way the principal would go out of his way just to target us!"
Amethyst was a little skeptical of the latter statement, there were plenty of times when it seemed the entire school got a kick out of just annoying the two girls.
"I understand, but I'm concerned that we would be approached after the changes. I'm unsure of how to say this, but I'd rather not 'deal' with any of those morons more than necessary."
Midnara had a funny look on her face, both understanding and confused at the same time.
"We'll just dye them black or something then. Anything but that horrid Beige color is great!"
"I'd rather not be forced to tolerate the whispers of 'those two are going goth.'"
Of course, black clothes by no means made a gothic attire, and even then there as nothing truly WRONG with the style, but that wouldn't stop the others at school from jumping on the chance to have something new to annoy her with.
The two had a long drawn out debate over what color to dye their uniforms, before finally settling on the most neutral color they could think of: gray.
Ultimately however, the mere process of dying their clothing destroyed Amethyst's social strategy of "Letting those jerkasses run out of stuff to make fun of," by simply not doing anything at school, and the two had to deal with the special circle of hell known as "middle school."
***
What is it you have to lose?
_______________________
What are you fighting for?
_______________________
What would happen if you died?
_______________________
For all the book's thickness, only the first two pages had print. That it covered an excerpt from her own life, Amethyst hardly found surprising at this point.
A pencil lay on a nearby table. Deciding to 'play along,' she lifted it up, and began to write in the margins, deciding to document her thoughts more thoroughly than the size of the blank spots suggested.
-Even when I was 'normal,' I was driven to shun myself from my peers. They were judgmental and cruel, and I found I could never face their scorn. There was but one person whom I enjoyed the company of, and who enjoyed my company.
-One could argue, that she's the only reason I continued as long as I did. The one person whom I for a time considered 'worth anything.'
-But I can't help her anymore. Even I were to escape, even if I were to win the Battle, I would probably not be returned to my home. Even by now, she is probably...
She didn't finish writing, instead she turned her attention back towards the spaces.
In the first space, with confidence.
Midnara
In the second space, still certain.
Midnara
And the third space, with the same confidence, but perhaps with some degree of sadness
Nothing
A small clicking noise came from the back of the book, and Amethyst turned the page. Now covered with bright red ink- though only a few words were written in a large font.
30% F
"You felt nothing!"
With that same ink, was a crude doodle of the girl with black pigtails being impaled by a skeletal arm.
"You don't care about her! You just jumped right into combat after you saw her killed!"
Drake's voice came from atop a nearby bookshelf, his mask of comedy swapped out for one of tragedy.
"You were never fighting for her! You were fighting for those fleeting memories of your past! 'What my old self would say" right? Just abuse the word 'fuck' and you'll be just like your old self right? I've seen people go into denial after the Magician Youkai transformation, but you're just trying too hard!"
Amethyst stood still, calm as ever "I take it you are one of the Gentlemen then?"
Drake took a single step forward, and ended up inches from Amethyst's face. He snatched the sunglasses Jerry had given her, and tossed them to the side. "It's dark in here. There's no logic behind wearing these. But I guess you were trying to be 'normal' weren't you? Well I got news for ya. Normal people are assholes. Everyone back on Embrake was an asshole. Nathan gave into a demon- sounds like an ass move to me. And everytime you've tried to be 'normal,' you've done something pretty definitively asshole-ish."
He paused for a moment, taking a couple steps back.
"Also a giant spider is coming here to eat you. I'd go curl up in a corner and wait for me to finish reading so I can take care of that for ya if I were you."
Saying nothing else, he jumped back up to the bookshelves, and ran off.