RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
12-16-2014, 10:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-16-2014, 09:21 PM by ICan'tGiveCredit.)
Spoiler
Watson had a harrowing tumble at the hands of a strange man hovering on a disk of blue fire(?). Because hiding behind a bush seemed like a good idea at the time when your opponent has a weapon that harnesses pure energy. It is then that he saw a jewel beside him as he lay on the blackened earth. A hazel gemstone, finely cut with no other distinct oh, nevermind, apparently it's glowing.
Watson almost threw it away, expecting it to explode in his face. He certainly isn't wrong to think that the champion wouldn't throw more magical projectiles his way. But the jewel did not explode immediately, so Watson realized it was safe. It even bore familiarity to him... like those jewels for which they had been in pursuit many days before.
He dutifully tucked it into an opposite pocket, as the one on his right breast pocket was being occupied by that other green jewel. He instantly felt a bit swifter. Watson buried his Champion blade in his "hamperspace"? He did need to come up with a better name for it, and his clothes were terribly rumpled from all the rowdy rows and rumbles in which he participates. In any case, the Starmetal would be a better fit for this situation, as he is not fighting the forces of "evil", only disillusioned people.
Watson stood up and raised it high into the sky calling upon that clanging bell, it was Happy Hour.
Clang.
And so, the winds poured through even faster, the water crystallizing in thick clouds.
Clang.
The clouds took on a sherry cherry-colored hue, in turn. Electrical charges were concentrated into an unsteady current that circulated throughout the nimbi.
Clang.
The bell halted and centered on him. Above it, a beautiful, rumbling, effervescent cloud of alcohol.
CLANGGGGGGGGGKRAKOOOOOOOOOOOMMM. The bell disappeared as a stream of wine-colored lightning struck Watson, arcing through him, even flattening out the wrinkles in his clothes! He hadn't felt this fabulous in days!
That is, he hadn't felt this drunk. Drops of pure ecstasy fell to the ground around him in a ring as Watson held his head down, and his guard up.