RE: The Atavist's Tryst - Round 1: The Ljinstal Underground (S?)
07-19-2013, 10:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-19-2013, 02:23 PM by Romythered.)
"u...hhhh... owwww...."
Satu sat up, groaning in pain. He'd fallen on his face when the Atavist threw him into Ljinstall.
"hhhhh... where are we...? it's... dark?" the young book lover muttered as he looked around, attempting to find something of use in the darkness around him.
"...Uhhhhhh... hm. Hmmmmm... hmm... it's.... maybe I should just try looking around...? No I ... I'm not sure I wanna run into any of the other people we're supposed to fight... I'd rather just leave... uhhh... hmmm well might as we-OW"
Satu's series of mutterings and contemplations were quickly cut short as Samael, tiring of its host's indecision, decided to smack him upside the head with the book he was carrying. Knocked flat on his back by the impact, he groaned as he sat up once again. He was used to abuse like this, but that didn't make it any more pleasant, and... and...
Satu's eyes widened in panic and he began scrambling around, patting the ground and looking every which way. "Book where's my book where'd it go Saaaaamaaaaeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllll where's my OW"
The first edition hit its owner in the back of the head this time, bouncing off and landing about a foot in front of him. Nearby, several small rocks moved together into the shape of an arrow. Satu winced as he sat up, his vision changing to a spectrum that made the darkness around him less of a problem. As he picked up the tome, he noted the pointer. A sigh escaped his lips.
"A-alright, Samael. Alright... we'll... we'll go your way. But if we find anything that could tell us more about where we are, we're stopping to check it out, and I don't care what you do... also c-can you not do that with my book again? you scared me...!"
with that, Satu began walking down the tunnel in the direction the rocks, moved into that formation by Samael in order to communicate its opinion more directly than could be done with blunt trauma to its host's head. Hopefully the eye's hunch wasn't completely worthless.
More like, hopefully it won't get me killed... Satu thought grimly, striding along the tunnel, following what he had - now that he could see them - determined to be train tracks. As he did, he contemplated what was happening.
He'd heard of Grandmasters like the one that dragged him here, mostly in whispered tones and dusty legends. This was one of their games. A game only one of the 6 that were dragged here could win, or survive. A game occurring for no reason other than to entertain the Grandmaster hosting it.
"Just my luck," Satu muttered bitterly. "And I just bought a bunch of new books, too......"
With a sigh, the booklover decided that his best option was to start reading the first edition he was carrying - which counted amongst the number of new pieces of literature he had acquired - as he searched for anything of significance. And with that, Satu began to read.
Samael's only reaction was to roll in Satu's forehead, expressing its dissatisfaction.
Satu sat up, groaning in pain. He'd fallen on his face when the Atavist threw him into Ljinstall.
"hhhhh... where are we...? it's... dark?" the young book lover muttered as he looked around, attempting to find something of use in the darkness around him.
"...Uhhhhhh... hm. Hmmmmm... hmm... it's.... maybe I should just try looking around...? No I ... I'm not sure I wanna run into any of the other people we're supposed to fight... I'd rather just leave... uhhh... hmmm well might as we-OW"
Satu's series of mutterings and contemplations were quickly cut short as Samael, tiring of its host's indecision, decided to smack him upside the head with the book he was carrying. Knocked flat on his back by the impact, he groaned as he sat up once again. He was used to abuse like this, but that didn't make it any more pleasant, and... and...
Satu's eyes widened in panic and he began scrambling around, patting the ground and looking every which way. "Book where's my book where'd it go Saaaaamaaaaeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllll where's my OW"
The first edition hit its owner in the back of the head this time, bouncing off and landing about a foot in front of him. Nearby, several small rocks moved together into the shape of an arrow. Satu winced as he sat up, his vision changing to a spectrum that made the darkness around him less of a problem. As he picked up the tome, he noted the pointer. A sigh escaped his lips.
"A-alright, Samael. Alright... we'll... we'll go your way. But if we find anything that could tell us more about where we are, we're stopping to check it out, and I don't care what you do... also c-can you not do that with my book again? you scared me...!"
with that, Satu began walking down the tunnel in the direction the rocks, moved into that formation by Samael in order to communicate its opinion more directly than could be done with blunt trauma to its host's head. Hopefully the eye's hunch wasn't completely worthless.
More like, hopefully it won't get me killed... Satu thought grimly, striding along the tunnel, following what he had - now that he could see them - determined to be train tracks. As he did, he contemplated what was happening.
He'd heard of Grandmasters like the one that dragged him here, mostly in whispered tones and dusty legends. This was one of their games. A game only one of the 6 that were dragged here could win, or survive. A game occurring for no reason other than to entertain the Grandmaster hosting it.
"Just my luck," Satu muttered bitterly. "And I just bought a bunch of new books, too......"
With a sigh, the booklover decided that his best option was to start reading the first edition he was carrying - which counted amongst the number of new pieces of literature he had acquired - as he searched for anything of significance. And with that, Satu began to read.
Samael's only reaction was to roll in Satu's forehead, expressing its dissatisfaction.