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Fortune Hates a Bear
Mar. 26th, 2014 11:42 amThat stupid, no-good sword. "I'm the incarnation of the Night Rune" he said. "Kill two vampires like him before breakfast" he said. Like hell. Jerk could barely give a Bon-Bon a haircut.
Where does that junky sword get off, anyway? Mouthing off about how bad-ass he was, all the while calling me his servant. Supposedly he had many would-be servants and was at one time the sword of Maroux Blight. I bet that wasn't even true! Mouthing off about his runic heritage, no way rune-crazy Harmonia wouldn't have carted his ass off.
"You got a lot of nerve showing your face here, Viktor" his metallic voice echoed from out of sight.
"Shut-up!" I shouted into the darkness. "Don't be so condescending, you junky sword. Turns out you were all talk, pal!"
I trudged on further into the cave, waiting for the indignant reply that never came. "What's the matter, Cutrabbit got your tongue?"
"I told you before, slave. Insult me at your own peril." That was the last straw.
"And I told you to shut-up!" The words were barely out of my mouth before the business end of a seriously pissed off sword came flying at me from the murky depths.
I barely had time to raise Shiko in one of my lamest parry attempts to date. Caught off guard, I couldn't put my full weight behind my sword, which sent me slouching into a nearby stalagmite.
Blowing a lock of messy hair from my face, I drew a line in my mind to where I guessed SDS would be coming at me and instinctively raised Shiko again but caught only air. I turned, expecting to see the irate sword preparing for another pass, but instead he just hung back, floating like a jerk.
"Hey, uh, so that happened. You wanna hug it out now?" Ma always said my big mouth would get me in trouble one day. I always thought it was more useful for getting one out of trouble. Maybe the net result was the same.
"Foolish meatbag. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in manners."
"Hey man, c'mon-" The words formed a lump in my throat, and then I found I couldn't speak them, like the air in the cave had shifted, forming a vacuum in my lungs. It wasn't long after that the space around the SDS was distorted, forming a light at its' centre. The light was creeping outwards and began to envelop the space around me, sucking me in.
I awoke some time later, my mouth curiously dry and eyes burning to the sunlight I now found myself bathed in. When my eyes adjusted, I found myself in an unfamiliar grassy field.
Cursing my misfortune, it suddenly occurred to me that I never even mentioned Neclord to that stupid sword. I Probably should have led with that.
Where does that junky sword get off, anyway? Mouthing off about how bad-ass he was, all the while calling me his servant. Supposedly he had many would-be servants and was at one time the sword of Maroux Blight. I bet that wasn't even true! Mouthing off about his runic heritage, no way rune-crazy Harmonia wouldn't have carted his ass off.
"You got a lot of nerve showing your face here, Viktor" his metallic voice echoed from out of sight.
"Shut-up!" I shouted into the darkness. "Don't be so condescending, you junky sword. Turns out you were all talk, pal!"
I trudged on further into the cave, waiting for the indignant reply that never came. "What's the matter, Cutrabbit got your tongue?"
"I told you before, slave. Insult me at your own peril." That was the last straw.
"And I told you to shut-up!" The words were barely out of my mouth before the business end of a seriously pissed off sword came flying at me from the murky depths.
I barely had time to raise Shiko in one of my lamest parry attempts to date. Caught off guard, I couldn't put my full weight behind my sword, which sent me slouching into a nearby stalagmite.
Blowing a lock of messy hair from my face, I drew a line in my mind to where I guessed SDS would be coming at me and instinctively raised Shiko again but caught only air. I turned, expecting to see the irate sword preparing for another pass, but instead he just hung back, floating like a jerk.
"Hey, uh, so that happened. You wanna hug it out now?" Ma always said my big mouth would get me in trouble one day. I always thought it was more useful for getting one out of trouble. Maybe the net result was the same.
"Foolish meatbag. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in manners."
"Hey man, c'mon-" The words formed a lump in my throat, and then I found I couldn't speak them, like the air in the cave had shifted, forming a vacuum in my lungs. It wasn't long after that the space around the SDS was distorted, forming a light at its' centre. The light was creeping outwards and began to envelop the space around me, sucking me in.
I awoke some time later, my mouth curiously dry and eyes burning to the sunlight I now found myself bathed in. When my eyes adjusted, I found myself in an unfamiliar grassy field.
Cursing my misfortune, it suddenly occurred to me that I never even mentioned Neclord to that stupid sword. I Probably should have led with that.
