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| Alvino Castillon | Jun 27 2015, 03:11 PM Post #16 |
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DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
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After making my decision I waited for him to go through his own train of thought. I can't hear it. Don't worry, I'm not that meta that I can hear his thoughts, though I can take a crack at what he's thinking about. Obviously his first thought is about how insane I am, seemingly talking to myself and unable to hear the voices from above. I must admit I'm not entirely sure why I can hear them. I just know I can and I know right now I'm being used for the amusement of others. Whoopee. Anyways, it's a good few minutes before he snaps out of his thoughts and tests his arm, wincing slightly. His next train of thought is probably on his arm, and I notice a pretty bad scratch that he probably picked up from one of the branches. Unfortunately, I don't have a damn clue how to help him with that. I don't do medicine or any sort of treatment too well. However, I notice a look of slight pride in his eyes. Something tells me the farmhand has an idea of how to handle the matter, so that works for me I suppose. He tests his arm again, wincing slightly and turning his attention back to me. I raise an eyebrow and try to conclude what he's- ...Oh dude. Come on. I don't think you can be any more obvious in your current train of thought. I find my anger starting to boil again and I start to consider the possibility of murdering this fucker in cold blo- "Uhm yes..." He finally says, breaking me out of the deliciously horrifying reverie of stabbing his throat out. He's still staring. A bead of sweat rolls down my face and almost instantly I wipe it away before it can get anywhere close to its intended destination. It's bad enough I'm pretty much glistening in sweat. Ugh. That sounds so wrong in so many ways. As he explains his present situation, I count how many seconds he stares where he should not. It's how long I'm going to keep him in horrible pain for before I finally grant him sweet death. "I'm from the town of Grey Skull... have you ever heard of it?" Suddenly, I raise an eyebrow in surprise. Grey Skull? That town? Oh god. I remember it now. Grey Skull and East Village (my former home village) always have that stupid festival where the Grey Skull He-Men and the East Village Westmen play some weird game with a ball and two nets. Everyone gets completely slammed and well, it's just disgusting. Especially when I was younger and my parents were alive; that was just plain scarring. I actually walked in on my parents on that one time when they were with my two... Aunts... I had a very disturbing childhood, yes. I'm pretty sure I'm a cosmic plaything, but that's kinda besides the point and I burned that part of my life and left it behind. Literally and figuratively. "Grey Skull," I mumble, as I finally adjust my shirt. "Yeah. I know about it. Been there a few times. Um, fun place." I internally cringe saying this, but I press on anyways. "I have a map and compass so I guess we should be fine. But if we're going to travel together, I'm going to lay down three rules. First," I stick up one finger to emphasize, "When I say do something, do it. You can think I'm crazy but I don't give a fuck. Frankly, I'm pretty sure I am, but that's besides the point." "Second," I say, sticking up another finger, "Do not piss me off. There's not a lot of ways you can piss me off actually, but there are a few very huge ones. If you piss me off I will happily leave you behind. Yeah I know. Not very heroic, shut up. I didn't claim to be a hero though. Or maybe I did, I honestly don't really remember right now. But that all leads to my third point." I lower the hand I was counting with to my sword and slowly unsheathe it, holding it upright so I didn't terrify him too much but enough to make my point very clear. "Let me make this clear. I am a person. Your attention to my body is very much noted but is not very much desired. In fact, if you continue staring where you shouldn't, I will make you wish you were dead. Get control of your hormones from this point on because if I catch you staring you will wish that I had left you behind. And yes, this is a promise and a threat." I sheath my sword slowly and fold my arms. "If you want to stare so badly then give me something of equal value. Law of equivalent exchange. If you have nothing worth such value, then stop staring and don't let me catch you again. If we're clear, let's go." I begin to walk and pray he got my message. If not, I swear to whatever force that can even stand me that I will be forgiven for killing this perv in cold blood. |
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| Austlen | Jun 29 2015, 01:53 PM Post #17 |
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Shrek is not love, Shrek is not life
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"Grey Skull," Raphael heard her mumble, huh, he guessed his little town was know for something these days. Though his slight his slight surprise at her recognition of his town died down quickly, as he watched the girl adjust her shirt causing the slip of skin that had been calling his gaze ever since he had first seen it, though his gaze returned back onto the girl's face as she begun to speak once more, the memory of the exposed flesh still well within the confines of his mind and the source of a light blush on his face. "Yeah. I know about it. Been there a few times. Um, fun place." she continued, cringing as she said so, and I couldn't blame her. Other than the Footy Festival we held with the neighbouring East Village once every year, their really wasn't that much to do in the place, it was mainly a farming town with most habitants tilling the fields, a lone doctor to heal any who got injured, and a few blacksmiths to help repair and make the tools for the towns people to use. In essence a generally dull place, and despite said dullness it was a peaceful life and Raphael and grown accustom to it despite the daily eccentricities of his grandfather, and he'd had friends their to, a simple and peaceful life. And he was definitely determined to make it back there in one piece, "I have a map and compass so I guess we should be fine. But if we're going to travel together, I'm going to lay down three rules." His blush had vanished at this point, the memory of skin having already vanished as he continued to listen to her speak, and the recollection of his home town, so he nodded and was slightly relieved when she stated she had a map and compass, and he certainly had no problems in following any rules she put down for their survival, it was something he definitely wanted to. "First, when I say do something, do it. You can think I'm crazy but I don't give a fuck. Frankly, I'm pretty sure I am, but that's besides the point." Raphael nodded at that, he wasn't openly going to admit he thought she was crazy despite her own assurances she was fine with it, it definitely was wise to tell a crazy person they were crazy, and it would suite them better if he didn't, he didn't want to lose his protection yet, and on a little less noble note such a pretty sight to look at. "Second, do not piss me off. There's not a lot of ways you can piss me off actually, but there are a few very huge ones. If you piss me off I will happily leave you behind. Yeah I know. Not very heroic, shut up. I didn't claim to be a hero though. Or maybe I did, I honestly don't really remember right now. But that all leads to my third point." He nods slowly at this one as well, his own mental eyebrows raising slightly at her threat to leave him behind, his thoughts on her status as a hero lowering slightly at that, but he didn't get to dwell on them to long as she began to speak once more, and as Raphael watched her, he could tell this one would be the most important rule of all of all those spoken so far, he gulped slightly, he really hoped it wasn't anything to crazy. "Let me make this clear. I am a person. Your attention to my body is very much noted but is not very much desired. In fact, if you continue staring where you shouldn't, I will make you wish you were dead. Get control of your hormones from this point on because if I catch you staring you will wish that I had left you behind. And yes, this is a promise and a threat." Raphael could tell he was blushing hard, and if he had a mirror to see himself, he would definitely agree he would perfectly match the colour of the ripe tomatoes that he and grandfather grew. He had thought he had been at least discreet with is looks, but it seems not discreet enough if she had noticed them so easy, though now that he thought about, despite not being the most noble of heroes she was still a hero and would definitely have the skills to notice the untrained looks of a farm boy, and Raphael felt particularly at the moment. Though that didn't last long as he heard the next words to come out of her mouth. Rapheal wasn't sure how it happened, he was pretty sure their was a small war in his head between his logic and hormones, one in which his logic was immediately crushed by his hormones, and soon enough his bag lay on the floor and his shirt was up and over his head, joining his bag on the floor. |
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| Alvino Castillon | Jul 6 2015, 10:17 PM Post #18 |
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DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
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I have never had regrets before. Even when times were tough, even when I made mistakes, even if everything looked miserable I would not regret the actions that led me to it. If it was my fault, I would own up to it rather than wallow in my own self-pity like a wimp. If it wasn't my fault, I'd actively seek to right the wrongs committed. I always felt everything was a learning session for me, so even when I made a wrong decision, a wrong choice of words, a wrong attack even, I would not hold regrets. Because that's dwelling on your mistakes rather than fixing them. I have never had regrets before, so I never knew what it felt like to regret a decision or choice of words. Well, I suppose there's a first time for everything and right now that time had come for the feeling of regret. Feels like mortification and disgust. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I scream as I spin around to not face him. My face was burning a furious red as he stands there completely shirtless. "THAT WASN'T- I... THE FUCK!" I spin around to yell at him some more and I stop because holee shit this farm hand just reminded me not to judge a book by its cover. I thought he was just a dang scrawny thing, but he's actually kinda cute. Okay, well maybe cute is an understatement. I mean, he has some muscles coming in and that faint six pack is just hitting the right notes. It's like he's not a beast on steroids but clearly pulls his weight around the home. Damn, he actually looks- NO! BAD! BAD VIOLA! STOP LOOKING! BAD! I shake my head and suddenly look down in mortification. It only grows as I realize there was a faint bit of drool in the corner of my mouth, which I wipe away quickly with my hand. Okay, now I have my head on right. I need to just, stop this. This is not acceptable. I know why he did it too. He heard "equal exchange" and figured "shirt go off!" to provide for the proper compensation. I should have been more careful with my words. Now I'm stuck in a corner and I really, really, really am not a depraved person. I don't like, get off on showing people my body. In fact I think it's kinda just plain wrong in either direction. No human should be looking at another human in such a manner until a proper relationship is built up. There's a reason we are civilized! There's a reason we're not some animals in heat damn it! "Okay. I apologize if I gave off the wrong idea," I begin slowly. "This... I um, appreciate it, but I'm not into... this. I really do not want to do such an exchange." It's the worst thing to be confronted with my ultimate weakness. I act as if anyone can be equal to another and that nothing should impede such a belief that humans can be naturally equal. But this, this whole thing is my ultimate flaw to my belief of equality. If I was truly for it, I wouldn't have any problem with showing skin, but it feels wrong. It feels... I just... Maybe it's jealousy. Maybe it's because I was mocked from a young age for that symbol on my shoulder whenever the other kids caught me bathing in the stream (there's no private baths so shut up). Maybe it's those stupid festivals that scarred me. I don't know. I'm not a damn psychologist. All I know is, this is the one thing that I feel uncomfortable about. Still, he had the balls to do that. Maybe he's not some wimp... he might actually be adequate company for a bit. On the other hand, I should be careful since this may not please him. "I apologize for my miscommunication," I say. "I should not have led you to think that such a trade would be amenable. Please just, put your shirt back on and let's get moving." I walk up past him without looking at him and stop a few feet away. "Please let me know when you're ready to go." |
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| RC159570 | Jul 7 2015, 10:06 PM Post #19 |
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Tzzak moved though the forest, silently cursing to himself, as he cleared a patch though a particularly dense thicket with his sword. He had passed a farmer on the road earlier on the day, who claimed that he had spotted a giant spider in the forest. Based on his description, it sounded like a Giant Spider, Araneae Gigantia, which was unusual as they generally inhabited mines. They seemed to be a menace in this area however, so he obliged the farmer and went into the forest to see if he could find it. However, now it was late afternoon, and Tzzak had found no sign of the spider, no tracks, no sounds, nothing. "Damn farmer," he muttered to himself, "I'm just gonna head back to the road." As he turned around to head back, he heard a scream in the distance and he wiped his head around. "Sounds like a human cry," he thought to himself as he drew his sword, "better go check it out." He quickly made his way though the underbrush, which was becoming less dense, until he spotted a clearing. Stopping and kneeling, he listened to see if there was sounds of fighting. After a few moments, he heard a voice coming from the clearing. "I apologize for my miscommunication. I should not have led you to think that such a trade would be amenable. Please just, put your shirt back on and let's get moving." Tzzak thought to himself, "Sounds like a female, probably human. She doesn't sound that distressed, but the scream came from this direction, I'll just check to see if anything is wrong." Standing back up, he made his way into the clearing and saw two humans, a blushing young girl and a young man with his shirt off. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," the thought to himself |
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