RE: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Round Two: Ryburg Ritz]
09-04-2013, 07:29 AM
While the recently deceased Blake was being anatomized and posthumously picked at by a being of questionable power, the other Blake was having a similar experience, only instead of being completely wiped from a molecular level and then being replaced by some flighty shopekeep, he was being kidnapped by some gangly looking teens. While the experience certainly didn't seem similar, it served more or less the same purpose of taking a Blake, and making sure he had as little agency as possible, although luckily, this time, it didn't mean he had to die.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Aww, shut yer trap!"
Blake himself wasn't really sure how he got into this situation, as the last thing he remembered was being beaten up by his imposter. Things got pretty fuzzy after that, and when he finally got his head back into the game, he was tied up and being carried around by some awfully large children.
"You can't do this!"
"I don't see anyone stoppin us."
"There are laws!"
"Pfff, not no more."
What did that mean? And... come to think of it, how are they doing this? Come to think of it... where is anyone?
Blake struggled, and managed to turn his head around enough to look around and... it was empty. Everything was more or less intact, but there was no one here.
"What happened here? Why's everything abandoned? Where'd everyone go?"
"Ha ha ha, you don't know? Where've you been mate? Livin under a rock?"
"No? I was in a skyscraper and there was thi-MM! MMPH MMPH MMPH!"
"Oh come on Nan, why'd you have to go and do that to im? E was funny!"
"Nah, I'm with Nan on dis one, he was getting a bit boring and you heard that lead up, he was about to go into something long and awful."
"And we've already got enough of that from the boss."
"I swear if I hear one more thing about those bloody nobles and their plans I'll march right into the palace and walk into a cell."
"And then she'd run in after ya and bust ya out!"
"That's the boss for ya, we'd bitch and moan about how she treats us, while she does the same for us and our complaints, but at the end of the day she'd do anything to keep our hides safe."
"MMMMPHPPHPHPHPHP!!!!!!!"
"Oh calm down mate, we're almost there. If ya don't stop struggling Nan's gunna strap more of ya down."
Stuck being dragged around, magically bound by some teens for some bizarre reason that no one cared enough to tell him, Blake noticed that his personal entourage had stopped.
The gang's hideout was probably as lavish as one made by a bunch of kids could be, well, as good as one made by magical kids. It was a pretty big place hidden under a few abandoned buildings, with a nice carpet, some plant life and vines hanging around, it was even very well-lit thanks to some floating balls of light.
The furniture in the hideout was, for the most part, pretty mundane, there were some couches, there were nice chairs, cots and comforters, a few more unorthodox things like Nan's hammock, but besides the boss's throne, the place was pretty reasonable. The throne wasn't something that she was too keen on having, but this moment made it worth it.
"So. Who are you?"
Blake had been unbound enough to look up at his captor and while he'd never say it, he was a little impressed. It wasn't just the throne, there was also just the way she was presenting herself. Here she was, a tanned girl with curly red and white hair, wearing sunglasses and smiling in his face, wearing a tattered black jacket, different colored fingerless gloves, some white shirt underneath, a black denim skirt, differently colored socks, and big black boots, standing in some unamused pose, as if she didn't really care about his answer, which to be fair, was probably true.
That however, did not mean that Blake wasn't going to answer.
"My name is Blake Richards, I wor-"
"Alright Blake Richards, I am Flo. As you may have guessed, I am the boss of this little group. Now, the first thing you may notice, that you are fundamentally different from the rest of us in terms of age, hmm?"
Blake looked around and noticed that yes, it did seem like after him, this (what he pegged as) sixteen or seventeen year old girl, more or less seemed to be the oldest person around.
"You're all... kids... What? What happened?"
"Ah, well good to see that you are observant, maybe you'll be useful in more ways than the one we need."
"What are you talking about? Look, I don't know what's going on but..."
"The time for words can come later Blake Richards, right now I need to test a few things."
Flo stepped up off her throne and out of her very fun pose. She turned to one of the younger kids, who was holding a very familiar satchel.
"Hey that's m-"
"This, is one of the reasons why you are here."
Flo took out one of the potions, staring at the goopy and glowy vial before putting it back and starting to walk towards Blake.
"Now, as for the other," Flo raised one of her gloved hands, it was colored yellow and Blake couldn't help but notice something about it just before she brought it down to slap him with some many volts.
Blake screeched with pain as the electricity coursed through his body, but after that he felt a bit energetic, at least enough to angrily yell, "What the hell did you do that for!"
"To test and make sure that the reports were correct of course."
"What reports? What is going on!" Blake was pretty tired of dealing with these kids, this place, this everything, and while he knew that raising his voice wouldn't really do anything, or would lead to his mouth being forced shut, it made him feel a tiny bit better, even if he didn't really like that it did.
"Now... these clothes." Flo ignored Blake's words as she readjusted her sunglasses and started to inspect the armor he had taken from the Pacific Spire. "This is made of something that none of us have ever seen. It's amazing... but what you've got under it isn't much to look at."
"Wait what?" Blake wore a face of terror as he blushed.
"But it does back up your story about not being from around here, which explains all of the questions."
"I... You... Can..." Blake sighed.
"Alright then, I guess that we can let up a little." Flo raised Blake's head and patted him on the face, "Chin up Blake Richards, the time for words will be soon. First though..."
There was a lot of things going through Blake's head, most of it being the sorts of thoughts that he usually ignored. He was certainly mad at this girl and her gang, but it wasn't like he could do (or would do) anything to them. He was also thinking about the battle, and where the others were, who died, and what exactly happened to him. Just where was he? The last thing however, that was in Blake's head was him wondering what Flo was doing as she got up, looked towards another one of the gang members and then started to just walk away. He got his answer when he suddenly, but instantly, fell asleep.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Aww, shut yer trap!"
Blake himself wasn't really sure how he got into this situation, as the last thing he remembered was being beaten up by his imposter. Things got pretty fuzzy after that, and when he finally got his head back into the game, he was tied up and being carried around by some awfully large children.
"You can't do this!"
"I don't see anyone stoppin us."
"There are laws!"
"Pfff, not no more."
What did that mean? And... come to think of it, how are they doing this? Come to think of it... where is anyone?
Blake struggled, and managed to turn his head around enough to look around and... it was empty. Everything was more or less intact, but there was no one here.
"What happened here? Why's everything abandoned? Where'd everyone go?"
"Ha ha ha, you don't know? Where've you been mate? Livin under a rock?"
"No? I was in a skyscraper and there was thi-MM! MMPH MMPH MMPH!"
"Oh come on Nan, why'd you have to go and do that to im? E was funny!"
"Nah, I'm with Nan on dis one, he was getting a bit boring and you heard that lead up, he was about to go into something long and awful."
"And we've already got enough of that from the boss."
"I swear if I hear one more thing about those bloody nobles and their plans I'll march right into the palace and walk into a cell."
"And then she'd run in after ya and bust ya out!"
"That's the boss for ya, we'd bitch and moan about how she treats us, while she does the same for us and our complaints, but at the end of the day she'd do anything to keep our hides safe."
"MMMMPHPPHPHPHPHP!!!!!!!"
"Oh calm down mate, we're almost there. If ya don't stop struggling Nan's gunna strap more of ya down."
Stuck being dragged around, magically bound by some teens for some bizarre reason that no one cared enough to tell him, Blake noticed that his personal entourage had stopped.
The gang's hideout was probably as lavish as one made by a bunch of kids could be, well, as good as one made by magical kids. It was a pretty big place hidden under a few abandoned buildings, with a nice carpet, some plant life and vines hanging around, it was even very well-lit thanks to some floating balls of light.
The furniture in the hideout was, for the most part, pretty mundane, there were some couches, there were nice chairs, cots and comforters, a few more unorthodox things like Nan's hammock, but besides the boss's throne, the place was pretty reasonable. The throne wasn't something that she was too keen on having, but this moment made it worth it.
"So. Who are you?"
Blake had been unbound enough to look up at his captor and while he'd never say it, he was a little impressed. It wasn't just the throne, there was also just the way she was presenting herself. Here she was, a tanned girl with curly red and white hair, wearing sunglasses and smiling in his face, wearing a tattered black jacket, different colored fingerless gloves, some white shirt underneath, a black denim skirt, differently colored socks, and big black boots, standing in some unamused pose, as if she didn't really care about his answer, which to be fair, was probably true.
That however, did not mean that Blake wasn't going to answer.
"My name is Blake Richards, I wor-"
"Alright Blake Richards, I am Flo. As you may have guessed, I am the boss of this little group. Now, the first thing you may notice, that you are fundamentally different from the rest of us in terms of age, hmm?"
Blake looked around and noticed that yes, it did seem like after him, this (what he pegged as) sixteen or seventeen year old girl, more or less seemed to be the oldest person around.
"You're all... kids... What? What happened?"
"Ah, well good to see that you are observant, maybe you'll be useful in more ways than the one we need."
"What are you talking about? Look, I don't know what's going on but..."
"The time for words can come later Blake Richards, right now I need to test a few things."
Flo stepped up off her throne and out of her very fun pose. She turned to one of the younger kids, who was holding a very familiar satchel.
"Hey that's m-"
"This, is one of the reasons why you are here."
Flo took out one of the potions, staring at the goopy and glowy vial before putting it back and starting to walk towards Blake.
"Now, as for the other," Flo raised one of her gloved hands, it was colored yellow and Blake couldn't help but notice something about it just before she brought it down to slap him with some many volts.
Blake screeched with pain as the electricity coursed through his body, but after that he felt a bit energetic, at least enough to angrily yell, "What the hell did you do that for!"
"To test and make sure that the reports were correct of course."
"What reports? What is going on!" Blake was pretty tired of dealing with these kids, this place, this everything, and while he knew that raising his voice wouldn't really do anything, or would lead to his mouth being forced shut, it made him feel a tiny bit better, even if he didn't really like that it did.
"Now... these clothes." Flo ignored Blake's words as she readjusted her sunglasses and started to inspect the armor he had taken from the Pacific Spire. "This is made of something that none of us have ever seen. It's amazing... but what you've got under it isn't much to look at."
"Wait what?" Blake wore a face of terror as he blushed.
"But it does back up your story about not being from around here, which explains all of the questions."
"I... You... Can..." Blake sighed.
"Alright then, I guess that we can let up a little." Flo raised Blake's head and patted him on the face, "Chin up Blake Richards, the time for words will be soon. First though..."
There was a lot of things going through Blake's head, most of it being the sorts of thoughts that he usually ignored. He was certainly mad at this girl and her gang, but it wasn't like he could do (or would do) anything to them. He was also thinking about the battle, and where the others were, who died, and what exactly happened to him. Just where was he? The last thing however, that was in Blake's head was him wondering what Flo was doing as she got up, looked towards another one of the gang members and then started to just walk away. He got his answer when he suddenly, but instantly, fell asleep.