Nipping Our {H e e l s} [Aetherians vs 3 Digitamoles]
Mar 2, 2014 18:06:27 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Mar 2, 2014 18:06:27 GMT -5
{ Of Moles and Toes }
A silhouette waits outside my window
I jump up and I shout to see if you're there
There's nothing but cold sharp air
I jump up and I shout to see if you're there
There's nothing but cold sharp air
We were back in the dusty dirty place again. On all sides I saw nothing but dirt and sand and rocks. It hadn't been that long since we had last been here, though time in here was an odd concept and I was never really sure how long anything took. K, at my side, was glowering at everything. "Why are we back here? I hate this place." I just looked at him as we walked, my nonplussed - he didn't seem to notice. "It's so fucking dry." I grunted and adjusted my pack on my shoulders, ignoring him. It was fine for him, he wasn't carrying anything. At least it wasn't hot, in fact with the wind that was clawing at me through my clothes I was starting to feel quite cold. The image of the yellow pajamas made me snort but the thought that they might have made me warmer was something I couldn't ignore. There were more important things to carry.
I ran through my inventory, whispering the name of each item and how many I had of them under my breath. "You don't have to mutter, you know." K was close enough to hear I was talking, but not know what I was saying. "Well you don't have to complain so much." My retort was intended to cut as bad as the wind but K didn't seem to care. My look was flat as I turned my gaze from him, scanning the endless plain land in search of... something. A touch of an image came to my mind, a large X made out of tent poles. My sai was buried under there, the trouble now was finding it again. Good luck with that.
I wake up
Another day without you
Take a breath from cigarettes
I got time to spare
It's better when you're not here
Another day without you
Take a breath from cigarettes
I got time to spare
It's better when you're not here
The act of burying the sai would be as useless as I had been fighting that bison if I wasn't able to find it again. With my luck I wouldn't be able to find it unless it impaled my foot. Glumly I kicked a rock with my foot, watching it simply sink into the ground instead of travel forward. That was the way things worked for me, I didn't move forward I just dug myself down into a hole until someone pried me out. I looked at Soap, the taller boy walking as quietly as the rest of us. He had been the one to cover for my failures. I hadn't been able to hit the damn floating buffalo even though it was at least three or four times my size. The katana on my back never felt less like mine. Maybe I should give it back to Soap and sit off to the side whenever a fight came up. I wasn't strong or brave, I was just useless. Savannah and Lyric were so much better at all of this than I was, and it shouldn't be like that - I was taller, I was a guy, surely I should be protecting them instead of watching as they slashed and gutted things.
Say you love me
You can lie if it is comforting
And I won't even mind it so bad
Won't even find it so sad
You can lie if it is comforting
And I won't even mind it so bad
Won't even find it so sad
My eyes slid over to where Lyric was walking, noticing how she was struggling with the weight of her pack. I moved to walk closer to her, sticking out a hand to try and take some of the weight of her bag. "Woah hey, if you're hurting you should say something." I attempted to lift the bag off of her shoulders. I could manage the extra bag, especially if it would make it even a little easier on Lyric. "Let me take it." I tried to smile without blushing but I didn't think I was all that successful. My hand brushed against her back and I had to look away because there was no way my face wasn't super red at this point. Still trying to at least alleviate the pressure of the bag on her bad shoulder, I noticed a small patch of churning earth. Stopping, I stared at it a moment before a small furry head popped up from the ground.
"Uh, guys? What's that?" I pointed at the creature with my left hand, my right hand reaching up to grab the hilt of my - not Soap's, my - katana. "I don't like the look of it." K glared at the little thing before quickly gesturing at two more. "Is it just me, or do they not look friendly?" I groaned at his light tone, balancing myself as the little things came nearer. Strangely nervous despite our size difference, I tried an attempt at spearing one of them on the end of my sword. "We've got company. Beady-eyed company."
Please see that I've changed
I sealed the cracks in my window panes
And I won't even mind it so bad
Won't even find it so sad
I sealed the cracks in my window panes
And I won't even mind it so bad
Won't even find it so sad
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[Claude attacks Digitamole #1 - sword]
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Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage
[Claude attacks Digitamole #1 - sword]
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Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage