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GWiz:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on March 02, 2008, 07:45:11 AM ---I always hated to see her cry.
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Being left out of conversations happens to me all the time. Being left out of conversations taking place around me, about me, happens all the time too. But it was getting really old. I’d been forced into a situation that I knew nothing about, didn’t ask for, and was being led blindly through. While Debbie and Daddy dearest held a private conference a little ways off, I started pondering just whose interest I was serving. Could it be that, as had been portrayed so far, the dynamic duo intent on sending me to the King wasn’t necessarily looking out for my best interests? Debbie had been a friend, even a good friend, for only a little while, but as was so obvious now, held back a lot about who and what she was. Maybe they really were criminals, and the only way to save themselves was to somehow use me and the Wildflower to exact some measure of revenge before they met the noose. The only one who’d given me answers was Reza. Not that I had much reason to trust her, either.
Face it, I told myself, I can only rely on me. I finally made the effort to stand, which was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. I still felt like the Sunday game ball on Monday morning. I glanced at Debbie and Andre, who were watching me intently, as if they expected me to rush them with the lightsaber. Which I briefly thought about, then discarded as a bad idea, in a long line of bad ideas that got me here in the first place. But I stared at the Wildflower for a moment, just to let them stew for a moment, then said, “How long have I got?”
meg_evonne:
"If you lay flat and don't move maybe another hour or two. If you want to be an idiot kid and try to stand up like you are now, or walking around---about five minutes, if you are lucky."
I trusted his comment and slowly lowered to the ground again. Still I had the Wildflower and apparently that entailed a great deal of power, enough to stop the Emporer if I believed. If I really needed something....
"You guys need to get out of here, because I'm going to start hoping really hard for some of the Imperial Forces to come by to get me to a healer."
"What a minute kid." Andre started forward.
Debbie stopped him, a hand on his shoulder. "He's right. We need to get out of here." She stepped over to me and knelt down, touching my face gently. "When they heal you, He will try to win you to his side and have you to fight Him. He will use anything and anyone to get what He wants. There is more at stake than you can imagine, but for now you must understand that if you work with Him--your earth that you know will be over. Think, don't act without thinking out your options." She lowered her lips to my forehead, kissing it gently, and then started to pull back. I wouldn't put up with it and my hand took her by the neck and pulled her back. Our lips touched for a brief moment but Andre was suddenly there pulling her back-away from me.
"Enough of that. Let's go." They faded into the forest, literally faded. It was freaky.
I looked at the lightsabre and wondered what I was supposed to say to it. i finally tried, "Get me to a healer." No bear minions showed up, instead I faded as well. When I re-materialized I was laying outside a stone hut positioned outside a giant stone fortess, complete with a smelly moat. They didn't tell you that the moat was the septic system when you read fairy tales.
I groaned at sudden pain in my stomach. The poison was doing its bit. I picked up the lightsabre and knocked on the wood door. I heard footsteps from within. I looked up again at the fortress. I was on my own. No Andre, no Debbie. I supposed Reza might be inside there, but even if she was I needed to do this on my own. The stakes were too high to gamble on anyone else.
The door creaked open.
GWiz:
--- Quote from: meg_evonne on March 02, 2008, 06:40:14 PM ---The door creaked open.
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It was black, black, black inside the doorway. I peered inside but couldn’t see anything. A disembodied voice lilted from inside.
“Come in, come in. What ails the young master?” It was a beautiful voice, soft and smooth. I hesitated for a moment, and then another cramp gripped my insides like a vice. I considered firing up my trusty lightsaber, Wildflower. I started giggling. My trusty blade, Wildflower! My trusty steed, Silver! I giggled furiously as I stepped over the threshold, unable to help myself. The minute I crossed into the hut, the world around me changed.
I was standing in a small, cozy room. Soft light from what seemed hundreds of miniature hanging globes lit the interior like glowing motes of stardust. The room was dominated by a huge wooden table placed directly in the center of the room, surrounded on the floor by a spiraling line of sigils and runes radiating from the base of the table all the way to the walls. My eyes were drawn to some movement off to the side.
My host was absolutely stunning. She was all woman, from the waist up. Beautiful firebrand hair caught up in a bun, lovely smooth skin the green-blue color of a stormy sea. Her four breasts were covered (if you can call it that) with a diaphanous material that closely matched the color of her hair, and complemented the bright green fur that covered the rest of her body. I was thinking caterpillar. Ten, maybe twelve segments composed her lower half, each with its own set of double jointed legs. She flowed towards me, red eyes glowing brightly.
“Injured, young master? Are you hurt? D’Vaisa can help you, to be sure.”
“Spider,” I slurred, unable to control the now copious amounts of saliva streaming from the corners of my mouth. Which got me to giggling again, which caused even more cramping. I moaned in pain and dropped to my knees, which put me about face to face with my lovely doctor.
“I can help, young master!” She lifted me as easily as a child might lift a doll and flowed to the table. “Up you go! We have little time, so please lie still, young master.” She raised herself up, each segment lifting from the floor until she stood on five pairs of legs, and gently laid me on the table. I smiled, drooled and doubled up with the now excruciating pain coursing through every inch of my body. The healer left my sight for a moment and then returned, carrying a vial of orange, glowing liquid. She pulled the stopper and raised it to my lips. It burned its way down my throat as I lay convulsing on the table, and then the world dimmed, went dark, and the sound of the healer’s chanting slowly faded away as I passed out.
Qualapec:
--- Quote ---It burned its way down my throat as I lay convulsing on the table, and then the world dimmed, went dark, and the sound of the healer’s chanting slowly faded away as I passed out.
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I woke up to see the beautiful Reza by my bedside, reading an old book in a text I didn't recognize. "Hey," I said through a dry mouth, "How did you survive the fall?"
She didn't look up from the book right away, she read until the end of the paragraph before putting it down and adressing me, "The pilot caught me as we fell. You're very lucky to be alive, it's good you made it here on time."
"Yep, that's me Lukcy McLuckster." I replied with something short of lightning intelligence.
Reza smiled, for the first time he noticed clusters of small scratches on her face and hands. Clearly from trapsing around the jungle. "You are very fortunate. You've slept for two of your days, the healers feared you might not waken. But they were...you know, encouraged by the King."
"You mean threatened."
"That too. But now that you live them and their families will be showered with riches and praises." She shifted from her seat and moved over to the bed I lay in. She sat on the edge and purposely placed a hand at a place high enough on the thigh to effect subconcious, but low enough to appear friendly, "As soon as you are well you will begin your service of the King. You will hold a most honorable position in his court." She scooched up towards me just a little bit further, so did the hand. "However, if you want to gain his favor immediately I want you to tell us something that will help the King secure his power against the Emperor."
I tried not to focus on her coveiniently placed hand. "Yeah, what would that be?"
She leaned in close, really close. So that I could have tilted my head and kissed her. Her lips came right next to my ear as the grip on my thigh tightened.
"I want you to tell me where Andre and Debyone Ursula are."
Her words sent chills down my spine that quelled the rising heat south of the equator.
Kristine:
--- Quote from: Qualapec on March 03, 2008, 05:34:47 AM ---"I want you to tell me where Andre and Debyone Ursula are."
Her words sent chills down my spine that quelled the rising heat south of the equator.
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Playing stupid wasn't hard, "I have no idea - I fell out of a helicopter, was bit by a poisonous spider and I've been unconscious for 2 days." I said, telling myself it wasn't a complete lie - I couldn't be sure they were going in the direction they had said they would go, "Can I have some water please."
Reza moved back to pour a glass of rose colored liquid from a pitcher on the table next to my head. She put her hand under my head to help me drink it.
"This will help you get your strength back." She said, looking at me like someone might look at a pet who had been frightened and hiding under the couch. I was both relieved and supremely frustrated that I seemed to be so far over my head in things, that pity looked comforting to me.
"My Lord, He's awake." she called to someone in the next room.
I heard the healers many footed step followed by someone else. He had clear aquamarine colored almond shaped eyes with the kind of black hair that looked almost blue. He was well built with a mother of pearl iridescent skin tone. He was beautiful and radiated a power and confidence that made me want to join his army and follow this man into battle.
"I am glad to see you are alright." he said smiling gently, "I've been waiting for you."
I had a sudden realization that the light saber was on a table on the other side of the room. Not that I needed it right now, only it was like it had tapped me on the shoulder in my mind. When I concentrated on it and looked at him I could see that the smile was an act, and though the power that radiated from him was real, it was manipulative and calculating. The man embodied the philosophies of Machiavelli.
"how can I assist you?" I croaked.
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