Reggie stayed close to Orn as they walked toward the ice cream shop near the Keepers of Balance castle. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Orn. Besides, when meeting a strange male for the first time you had to look strong.
Roar. That's what Orn said this male's name was. Roar. Maybe he thought himself strong like a bear to have that name. Reggie could show him what strong was.
Reggie looked over to Orn as they neared the shop. He spoke to Orn through thought. 'This Roar is an intruder. A stranger coming into your father's territory.'
Orn looked to the bear, replying aloud, 'Reggie... Mom just wants me to meet him.'
'It's truth brother. And he is trying to take your father's mate. Your dad should show him who's stronger, make him leave.'
Orn sighed, 'You know... I almost wish he could but my dad's not well. He doesn't even remember us... or my mom.'
Reggie snorted in disgust. 'No matter. Your dad still claimed her as his mate. If he can't drive him off, maybe you should. Or I can.'
The bear looked over at Orn with a semblance of a grin, showing large teeth.
'No Reggie. Let's just meet him first. Maybe he can leave with words.'
'People and your words. Words are much weaker than actions.'
They arrived at the door and Reggie waited for Orn to open it.
'Reggie, maybe you should wait out here. You know my mom's not going to like you coming in.'
Reggie shook his large bear head, 'No Orn. I come with you. I want to meet this man who calls himself Roar.'
Orn gave a small sigh. 'Ok, but, just... behave yourself, ok?'
'Of course, I always do.' Reggie grinned again.
Reggie followed closely behing Orn into the ice cream shop. They had come in here many times before, Reggie especially liked the strawberry ice cream. Normally Reggie's note would immediately get to twitching but this time they were here for a very different reason. Reggie was focused.
He saw Orn's mother sitting at a table with an elf, eating ice cream. Reggie immediately felt his heart rate quicken and his hackles raise slightly. He had to focus to calm himself, he had promised Orn.
Reggie walked with Orn over to the table. While the people made their introductions, Reggie watched Roar intently. This one was large, for an elf, but they could still drive him off. Reggie was sure of it.
'This elf is no match for your father, Orn. Why is your mother even putting up with his advances?' Reggie thought to Orn.
Orn ignored Reggie, instead continuing to exchange meaningless words with his mother and the intruder. Reggie sat near the table, his stare unwavering from the elf.
Their conversation drifted to how Roar happened to meet Orn's mom. Sanria said that the elf was collecting herbs near her home.
'Right... more likely he smelled the scent of an unattended female and thought he could charge in and get his manhood wet.'
Orn ignored Reggie again, just shifting in his chair.
Then, the intruder, Roar, actually had the bravery to nudge Reggie. 'Reggie's his name?'
'Orn, if he touches me again he's going to lose the part that does. I can take care of this elf right now.'
Orn looked over to Reggie, giving a quick shake of his head before returning to the conversation.
'Fine... but he better not touch me again...'
The people talked some more. Roar claimed he had a bear too before. Reggie doubted it. Words were tricky but Reggie didn't smell any bear on this elf. Reggie only smelled books and dust and outsider. Reggie trusted his nose.
Orn got worried for a moment that Roar could hear Reggie but it turned out the elf couldn't. Reggie didn't care, he didn't need words to tell Roar he needed to go away.
The people seemed to talk forever, Roar trying to say he cared about Orn's dad and wanted him to get better. They talked about strange things like their feelings and love. Reggie grew very tired of all this talking. It wasn't making the intruder go away. Still he sat and stared at Roar.
Finally, Orn's mom got up and left. Reggie could smell she was angry. She should be, at what this intruder was doing. Then the elf left. Reggie looked at Orn.
'So, is he going to go away?'
'No... I don't think so Reggie. Things are all mixed up.'
Orn headed for the door and Reggie followed him, shaking his large head. 'You should have let me bite him.'
Deathscythe Hell
"Steady, steady," said Ror to himself as the skeleton of the Deathscythe Hell's hull very slowly turned and entered a large silo. They had just flown many miles in the dark, without light and Ror felt weary.
Fortunately the ship was still hardly a ship and besides the seat, everything was just a giant porthole without glass in front. As the 'ship' glided into the TriPower silo, the large doors behind it were closed and locked. Landing on the floor, Ror pulled the keys from the ignition and got up from the pilot's chair, keeping his balance on the metal beam before him. "Been a while I did that," he said to the engineer that had been accompanied him and basically stood a small piece of metal plating directly behind the chair. The man just nodded and replied, "We're taking her down now, sir." And indeed Ror could feel the downward movement as the platform descended into the deep by one of the largest elevators in the TriPower. "Very well," said Ror, "I'll leave the towing up to you." Ror disembarked and recalled.
He went looking for Astafas to share the news. The skeleton of the hull was there now: pieced together from seven parts ordered at different TriPower builders and outfitted with just a single drive and a single lift engine. The coming years hard work, lots of money and research would compelete the vessel, at least so Ror expected. Nonetheless, the first steps were taken to build a warship never seen before. One that would hopefully have the upper hand over Vector and would help the TriPower crush it in the future.
Fortunately the ship was still hardly a ship and besides the seat, everything was just a giant porthole without glass in front. As the 'ship' glided into the TriPower silo, the large doors behind it were closed and locked. Landing on the floor, Ror pulled the keys from the ignition and got up from the pilot's chair, keeping his balance on the metal beam before him. "Been a while I did that," he said to the engineer that had been accompanied him and basically stood a small piece of metal plating directly behind the chair. The man just nodded and replied, "We're taking her down now, sir." And indeed Ror could feel the downward movement as the platform descended into the deep by one of the largest elevators in the TriPower. "Very well," said Ror, "I'll leave the towing up to you." Ror disembarked and recalled.
He went looking for Astafas to share the news. The skeleton of the hull was there now: pieced together from seven parts ordered at different TriPower builders and outfitted with just a single drive and a single lift engine. The coming years hard work, lots of money and research would compelete the vessel, at least so Ror expected. Nonetheless, the first steps were taken to build a warship never seen before. One that would hopefully have the upper hand over Vector and would help the TriPower crush it in the future.
Visions of things to come (2)
It was over in but a couple of short minutes, but for Lotus if felt like a lifetime. Her fingers released the object and she collapsed to her knees on the floor, her body shaking and her eyes crying tears of blood which dripped to the dungeon floor unhindered.
Psycho gave no time for resting, wanting her vision while it was fresh. "Tell me," he said simply.Hatred filled the girls face for a moment before she looked up to Psycho and all anger drained away. She couldn't hate him. It was like hating a river for flowing. Stupid, to even think she could hate him for this. None of it was his fault, any more than it was hers.
Mournfully Lotus whispered her findings in broken sentences. "So much fighting... So many dead. All to change the ways... I can't... see..." Lotus bent her head in frustration as she tried to place things that didn't fit. "A big city... So familiar... Like its ours but not ours... We must work apart to win.. We must work together but separate...A victory for us... A look of frustation came over her features.She let out a whimper and looked up at the man. "That is your time. You must take it then. I saw stones, beautiful powerful stones of color... so beautiful... so full of energy... They were joined together somehow. Set in wood..."
Wiping the blood tears from her delicate cheeks Lotus quickly tried to stand, only to find her energy sapped. She collapsed back to the stone floor and looked up in panic. "You can't," she said urgently, her eyes widening, glowing a deep red. "You can't," she whispered again, pleading with him this time. "Too dangerous," she murmured, her eyes wandering to the scroll that lie next to her. Her fingers trailed over to it even as Psycho removed it from her reach. "No," she murmured quietly, sick of her own pleading, but unable to stop herself. "Please, you could..." Her voice faltered and she shook her head. She knew he understood, as well as she knew that it wouldn't stop him, even if she said for certainty that this was his end Psycho would go, he would do this thing, he would seek this quest out. She looked down at the stone floor, her fingers touching the pools of blood her tears had formed. She felt his absence even though she didn't hear him leave. Looking up to the place he had been, she saw a delicate glass goblet of deep red liquid, still warm, resting in wait for her to satisfy her hunger.
Psycho gave no time for resting, wanting her vision while it was fresh. "Tell me," he said simply.Hatred filled the girls face for a moment before she looked up to Psycho and all anger drained away. She couldn't hate him. It was like hating a river for flowing. Stupid, to even think she could hate him for this. None of it was his fault, any more than it was hers.
Mournfully Lotus whispered her findings in broken sentences. "So much fighting... So many dead. All to change the ways... I can't... see..." Lotus bent her head in frustration as she tried to place things that didn't fit. "A big city... So familiar... Like its ours but not ours... We must work apart to win.. We must work together but separate...A victory for us... A look of frustation came over her features.She let out a whimper and looked up at the man. "That is your time. You must take it then. I saw stones, beautiful powerful stones of color... so beautiful... so full of energy... They were joined together somehow. Set in wood..."
Wiping the blood tears from her delicate cheeks Lotus quickly tried to stand, only to find her energy sapped. She collapsed back to the stone floor and looked up in panic. "You can't," she said urgently, her eyes widening, glowing a deep red. "You can't," she whispered again, pleading with him this time. "Too dangerous," she murmured, her eyes wandering to the scroll that lie next to her. Her fingers trailed over to it even as Psycho removed it from her reach. "No," she murmured quietly, sick of her own pleading, but unable to stop herself. "Please, you could..." Her voice faltered and she shook her head. She knew he understood, as well as she knew that it wouldn't stop him, even if she said for certainty that this was his end Psycho would go, he would do this thing, he would seek this quest out. She looked down at the stone floor, her fingers touching the pools of blood her tears had formed. She felt his absence even though she didn't hear him leave. Looking up to the place he had been, she saw a delicate glass goblet of deep red liquid, still warm, resting in wait for her to satisfy her hunger.
Visions of things to come
Heaving an unnecessary sigh, Lotus looked to the wooden door. Soon, things would change. Some for the better, some for the worse, but change was inevitable, she knew. Feeling the footsteps more than hearing them, Lotus pushed her shoulders back. "Enter," she called, before the boy on the other side of the door could even knock. In walked a scrawny boy wearing the tunic of the Radiant Heart. He held up a letter with a shaking hand. Lotus could feel his unease. "M...m.. miss," the boy stuttered, not quite daring to raise his eyes to the woman who was surely no taller, and appeared no older than he was. Lotus felt a tug in her soul and her eyes dropped to the letter. Her eyes glowed a dull red as she quietly took the envelope. "Leave me..." Lotus murmured, never looking away from the letter. Waiting for the boy to leave and close the door, Lotus placed the letter carefully on the unused bed, and took a step back. She could ignore it. Say she never got it. Who would dare question her word? It wasn't possible. Ignoring it wouldn't change things much. This was her destiny as much as any vision had been. Her gift, that was her curse, as much as the man who had written this letter, all of it would come to be, one way or another. Lotus had long ago learned that ignoring the situation simply meant she had no control. She needed control. It helped things be okay.
Heaving a sigh with forced breath that she didn't require, Lotus stretched her hand out towards the letter. She knew the words by heart even before the letter was delivered. It wasn't the letter that was important, but what the letter required her to do... To see... To feel...
Leaving the letter unopened, she murmured words in frustration, opening a dark swirling door. With one look around the room, her eyes glowing a bright red and her fangs bared slightly, Lotus walked through the door, into a dungeon like room. A smile played on her lips as she realized where she was. She chuckled a bit and her shoulders relaxed. Turning about to the being she had come to see, Lotus nodded in appreciation. He had picked this spot for her. In memory of a few good moments she had had in her lifetime. Kind of him, in a way. In front of him lie a scroll and Lotus hissed at the sight of it."I can't," she whispered softly.The black flames surrounding Psycho flickered as he simply waited. He knew she would, that she could, despite the cost. It's the agreement they had and she wouldn't fail him.Pushing her shoulders back, Lotus closed the gap between herself and the odd scroll. Fangs bared, eyes glowing a deep red, she reached out to the object. Eyes flickered to Psycho in one last useless plea.
Her tiny fingers curled around the scroll and she fought back the waves of panic as a shot of pain rocked her body. A gasp escaped her lips. Blinding light filled her vision and her back arched wildly, almost breaking her small frame in half. "No!" she cried helplessly, tightening her hand around the edges of the object. Her senses assaulted she was thrown back in time and forward at the same time. Odd noises of despair filled the dungeon chamber as Psycho watched the childlike woman go through the unbelievable pain that was her curse.
Heaving a sigh with forced breath that she didn't require, Lotus stretched her hand out towards the letter. She knew the words by heart even before the letter was delivered. It wasn't the letter that was important, but what the letter required her to do... To see... To feel...
Leaving the letter unopened, she murmured words in frustration, opening a dark swirling door. With one look around the room, her eyes glowing a bright red and her fangs bared slightly, Lotus walked through the door, into a dungeon like room. A smile played on her lips as she realized where she was. She chuckled a bit and her shoulders relaxed. Turning about to the being she had come to see, Lotus nodded in appreciation. He had picked this spot for her. In memory of a few good moments she had had in her lifetime. Kind of him, in a way. In front of him lie a scroll and Lotus hissed at the sight of it."I can't," she whispered softly.The black flames surrounding Psycho flickered as he simply waited. He knew she would, that she could, despite the cost. It's the agreement they had and she wouldn't fail him.Pushing her shoulders back, Lotus closed the gap between herself and the odd scroll. Fangs bared, eyes glowing a deep red, she reached out to the object. Eyes flickered to Psycho in one last useless plea.
Her tiny fingers curled around the scroll and she fought back the waves of panic as a shot of pain rocked her body. A gasp escaped her lips. Blinding light filled her vision and her back arched wildly, almost breaking her small frame in half. "No!" she cried helplessly, tightening her hand around the edges of the object. Her senses assaulted she was thrown back in time and forward at the same time. Odd noises of despair filled the dungeon chamber as Psycho watched the childlike woman go through the unbelievable pain that was her curse.
Log: 19012013 - Ror and Orn
OOC commentary: Finally Ror and Orn meet! Well, that didn't go *THAT* bad did it? Interestingly, Ror seems to relate to the strider life. The Ice Cream Parlor as setting was a good pick considering what had to be discussed.
Shitstorm
Dear Diary,
So, okay. I think I might have done something pretty stupid, but I don't feel like it's entirely my fault. I mean, my mom is a bit of a tart who likes to get around, I can't control that. But when Orn came and told me that Dad was there in the castle with all those Rilmani and mom, and that mom was staying away from him in order to shack up with some other dude... I couldn't just sit by and not do anything.
I know Orn told me that I should stay away from him because it would hurt him, I kinda went to the castle anyway and once I saw him again... I couldn't help but hug him and want to see him with mom. I kinda told him everything... that he was married and that his wife was with some other dude and that he had to do something. He got a pretty bad headache after all that.
It just sucks that he doesn't remember anything and that mom is so infatuated with some new guy that she's not even trying to help him. Orn and Mirin are gonna have kids and dad, who really likes kids, isn't going to see theirs or mine and even know they are his grandkids.
I just feel like I should pack up and leave this stupid cavern to Thasmudyan - the other, other guy - and take Askari and our little family and just move to the far continent. I think once mom finds out and then Orn finds out, they're going to be pretty pissed off with me. That's the other thing I wish. I wish I could control my temper better.
I just want my kid to have grandparents that are together and love eachother. It's not too much to ask. Dad's back and he's better. Why can't my mom just get her shit together and be with him??
*A heavy scribble is seen here, pressed so hard the parchment pages are ripped.*
This is so stupid.
So, okay. I think I might have done something pretty stupid, but I don't feel like it's entirely my fault. I mean, my mom is a bit of a tart who likes to get around, I can't control that. But when Orn came and told me that Dad was there in the castle with all those Rilmani and mom, and that mom was staying away from him in order to shack up with some other dude... I couldn't just sit by and not do anything.
I know Orn told me that I should stay away from him because it would hurt him, I kinda went to the castle anyway and once I saw him again... I couldn't help but hug him and want to see him with mom. I kinda told him everything... that he was married and that his wife was with some other dude and that he had to do something. He got a pretty bad headache after all that.
It just sucks that he doesn't remember anything and that mom is so infatuated with some new guy that she's not even trying to help him. Orn and Mirin are gonna have kids and dad, who really likes kids, isn't going to see theirs or mine and even know they are his grandkids.
I just feel like I should pack up and leave this stupid cavern to Thasmudyan - the other, other guy - and take Askari and our little family and just move to the far continent. I think once mom finds out and then Orn finds out, they're going to be pretty pissed off with me. That's the other thing I wish. I wish I could control my temper better.
I just want my kid to have grandparents that are together and love eachother. It's not too much to ask. Dad's back and he's better. Why can't my mom just get her shit together and be with him??
*A heavy scribble is seen here, pressed so hard the parchment pages are ripped.*
This is so stupid.
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