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|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#221|
Awww.... Good stories always have these "blank" periods where the author have to leave for some reason or another...
Posted on: 2010/5/16 23:38
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#222|
That morning, Rhen woke in a state of excitement, one of those days where she opened her eyes and already her brain was up and running. She began mentally listing all the things she would need to do to prepare for the competition but was continually interrupted by increasingly more extravagant daydreams of what it would be like when she won.
“And now, Rhen Darzon, in honor of being appointed High Swordsinger you may ask one request and be guaranteed that it will be granted.”
“Ban slavery forever and ever,” she said, and the crowd exploded into cheers and Sirona looked like she had swallowed a poisonous frog and Lars…
Well, of course Lars was happy. Right. They would win together, obviously.
She frowned, irritated. She couldn’t imagine his reaction.
Well, what would she say to him?
“We did it, Lars.”
“I guess we became High’s at the same time, in the end.”
Whatever. She’d figure it out when the time came.
In the meantime she’d have to start preparing with Lars immediately. There was no time to waste. They were at a disadvantage already, because teaching would cut down on their preparation time. They would just have to spend every spare second that they could get their hands on practicing.
“Absolutely not,” he said.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Are you joking? Do you honestly think I’m going to waste my extremely precious and, might I mention, rather rare free time practicing for this? I already told you that it’s hopeless, but you can go ahead if you want. Just don’t expect me to give up everything just to humor you.”
She stared at him, fork halfway to her mouth.
The bell rang.
She stared at him, fork halfway to her mouth.
He got up and left.
“B-but Lars!” She said, jerking out of her trance, but he was already half out the door. The bell rang again and she realized she was going to be late for her class.
She fumbled wildly for her papers and rushed after him.
“But- but why?” she said, for the fifth time in as many minutes.
He ignored her.
“I don’t understand. What reason could you possibly have- Oh.”
He twitched, fighting the impulse to ask. He was ignoring her, after all. There was just something the slightest bit disconcerting about that-
“Ooooh,” she said again.
“What?” He said, impatiently.
“I get it. You’re afraid!”
“What- I- No, I’m-“
“Ickle baby Lars, afraid of the big bad sorcerers with their shiny sticks!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped.
“Oh yeah? What better explanation do you have? They’re too experienced, we’re not famous enough… all of that is just another way of saying that Lars Tenobor is a big giant coward.”
“I’m a coward?” He said, incredulously. “Are you forgetting who it was who saved your wimpy little butt time and time again? ‘Oh, help me, Lars, there’s a giant gang of wolves who think I look like a delicious side of bacon! Waaah, Lars, this troll keeps dodging my attacks, do something! I just got bitten by a poisonous snake, help! I just got bitten by a poisonous toad, help! I just got bitten by a poisonous mushroom, help!’”
“Oh, like there wasn’t an awful lot of me saving your butt as well. ‘Rhen, Rhen! I’m out of mana and I forgot to restock on supplies! This stupid monster is immune to magic and has really bad breath! Oh god no, my custom-tailored clothes are getting mauled!’ At least I could do a physical attack in a pinch- without mana you were next to useless.”
He bristled. “It was almost always your fault when we ran out of supplies. Oh, sorry, Lars, I was too busy staring into Dameon’s dreamy eyes to notice that we were all half out of hp and had no meat left!”
“…Come to think of it, he probably did that on purpose.” Rhen said, thoughtfully.
“Don’t try blaming it on him, he barely had to do anything for you to fall into a swoon.”
“Well he was charming! Something you most definitely are not, I might add.”
He turned away, furious.
“Oh god. Lars, don’t sulk.”
He gritted his teeth.
“Okay, he was charming, but he was also evil and brainwashed and a liar. And he had issues! Serious ones! And a seriously god-awful hair-cut. You don’t need to get all jealous-“
He whirled on her. “Why would I be jealous? Whatever gave you that idea?”
She swallowed, backing away.
“The point is,” she said, in a smaller voice. “I think you’re just afraid. Because you know that I will be the very best at this competition. I’ll leave you so far in the dust that people will think you’re a dirt floor by accident. And then everyone will laugh at you. So ha.”
The ‘ha’ dangled useless and limp from the end of her sentence.
“I don’t think you get it,” He hissed. “Doesn’t it bother you, too? Don’t you find it a little ridiculous, getting all worked up by this silly little competition- no, never mind, don’t answer that. It’s obvious that you don’t even notice.”
“Don’t notice what?”
“That it’s all one big ridiculous anti-climax. What, didn’t it bother you, coming back and realizing that barely anyone knew or cared about what we did? Actually, forget that. That’s not my point, that everyone else- What I mean is, what about you? Doesn’t it feel a bit ridiculous? You wielded the sword of shadows, by the goddess. What are you doing now? Waving wooden practice swords around?”
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Are you bored? Is that what it is? Because then it doesn’t make sense why you’re not interested, it seems like this is exactly the thing you should be desperate to do-“
“No! Because it feels so stupid, now. The world used to be so big and open and huge and sorcery used to be pretty much everything but- I swung around weapons most sorcerers only dream of. I learned pretty much everything the guilds had to teach- I saved the world, Rhen!” He said. “I was sixteen and I saved the world! It’s pretty much impossible to top that, no matter how hard I try!”
She looked at him for a moment, considering.
“…Nope,” she said, finally. “I still think you’re just scared cause you know that you can’t win against me. Chicken-head.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“And also…” she said. “You didn’t save the world. I did. Nice try, though. You get points for effort.”
He opened his mouth. Then closed it.
She patted him on the back. “I get what you’re saying,” she said. “It did feel ridiculous coming back down to… to real life. It’s all so small and petty. But that’s part of the challenge, isn’t it? You have to be more careful, almost. Things are more complicated. But it’s not necessarily such a bad thing… you still learn a lot of things you never knew, it’s just a different kind of learning. A different kind of…”
“But,” he said, miserably. “But it’s not exciting anymore. All the excitement is gone. All the challenge is gone.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” she said. “There’s still challenge. Dealing with students isn’t that easy, even for you. And more than that- you can’t get the adventure back just by wishing. It’s gone. It was a stage of our lives and it’s over and even if I miss it I’m kinda glad. That we’ve had the opportunity to grow past where we were back then. Both of us. But besides that- you can’t just shove everything aside because it won’ be quite as perfect as what you think you used to have. If you’re feeling this pointless that’s all the more reason we should do this thing. Prove that we can.”
“And then what? Then there’s literally nothing left. What do I do, Rhen, when there’s nowhere left to go because I got it all? Every dream I had?”
“Make new dreams,” she said, firmly. “Instead of excuses. I think you’re underestimating life. There’s always room to push yourself.”
He closed his eyes and breathed in, softly, in assent.
She gave him a quick hug.
“And now we really need to start practicing,” she said.
He grinned, an evil grin.
“Uh,” she said.
“What was that you said about me not being able to beat you?”
Posted on: 2010/5/31 10:44
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#223|
By the way, parts of these chapters were written around a year ago. Yup. I have to say it feels really good finally getting the parts of the story I've been planning for so long.
(more coming. guys, I have over 150 pages of this story in microsoft word. I think that's insane.)
Posted on: 2010/5/31 10:48
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#224|
YAYYYYY!! IT'S AN UPDATE! i've been waiting for SO long...!!! YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Posted on: 2010/5/31 14:31
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#225|
I agree with Sandstorm! <3 !YAY! This chapter was so wow! I mean the whole thing was almost covering their argument XD I LOVED THE LAST LINE! <3 So perfect just the way Lars talks! Ahhh how I love his char. So awesome! XD Update soon!
Posted on: 2010/5/31 15:53
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#226|
“Breathe in slowly,” she instructed. “Now swing down. Breathe out. Swing to the side. Breathe in- Stop.”
Gaden obediently lowered his sword.
“Try that again. Slower this time.”
“This is kinda boring,” he complained.
She swung at him, sharply. His blade swung up instinctively, and he winced as the magic flared.
“You don’t get to complain until you have your sorcery under control,” she told him. “Go eat some cheese and then start over. A hundred rounds.”
He grumbled, but as the cracked, broken skin of his arm faded slowly into itself, re-stitching fibers as he ate, he was already picking up his sword again, resigned to doing what needed to be done.
He was a good student, she would grant him that.
“Kyliiie.” She said, exasperated. “Did you do your drills last night?”
“Of course!” Kylie said, all wide-eyed innocence.
“Really.” Rhen said.
Kylie looked away.
“Really.” Rhen repeated.
“I’m sorry…” She said. “Hio had his birthday last night, and I… I’ll make them up tonight. I promise.”
Rhen relented. “Alright, then. Let’s spend today reviewing what we covered last week, then.”
“So, I noticed you’ve been absent for a week.”
Hio bristled. “I had stuff. Official stuff. And family stuff.”
“Happy birthday,” she said.
“How did you know?” He said, then stopped himself. “Right. Kylie. Duh.”
“She’s really nice,” Rhen said.
“Yes,” he said shortly. The tips of his ears turned red.
Rhen coughed to hide her laugh.
And then as soon as classes were over she ran to the left-side training field to meet Lars.
Of course he was already there. Smirking. Hugely.
He didn’t say anything, though, simply watched her run up, panting, with that smug little smile on his face.
“We should head up to the upper cloud training field,” he said, as she bent over, breathing heavily. “It’s safest for us to practice well out of the way.”
“For us?” she said, straightening up.
“For them,” he said, brushing his hand through his hair.
She had to hand it to him, once he got over his hang-ups he had thrown himself into this seriously. Too seriously, she though, irritated by his smirk. Only he was kind of a little bit hot when he got this intense and competitive.
She had definitely not just thought that. There was no way that observation could possibly have just crossed her mind.
As soon as they got to the field she turned on him, sending a huge slashing attack at him that ripped up the magic-coated ground so that chunks of gravel went flying.
“Woah, woah!” He said, but she ignored him, throwing every inch of her concentration into attacking him, definitely not thinking about anything else at all, not that she would have been thinking of anything, of course, just that by focusing on the matter at hand she could be positive she wasn’t.
And then finally he dove behind a rock just long enough so he could summon up a spell and then they were both firing off at each other, until, exhausted, they collapsed in mutual defeat.
“Draw?” He offered, laying on the ground, face coated with sweat.
“For now,” she offered, barely able to summon up enough energy to move her lips. Her every limb ached.
“We should’ve been doing this more often,” he said. “It’s kinda fun.”
“I’m just glad I bought plenty of elixirs,” she said, draining one. She rose slowly, stretching her sore muscles. “Let’s do that again.”
“In a moment,” he pleaded.
“In a moment I’ll have won,” she said.
He scrambled upwards. “Alright, fine, you horrid woman.”
“I’m not horrid-“ she protested, and was cut off by his spell.
“No fair!” She jumped backwards. “I was busy responding!”
“All’s fair in love and war, didn’t you know? Only sore losers whine about ‘fair’,” he said, sticking out his tongue. He was already casting another attack.
She lunged forward, cutting him off so he had to parry, but he then cast a lesser-spell short-range and she had to stumble backwards and then they were at it again.
The sun’s last rays were starting to fade when, as they crawled yet again with weary habit towards their healing supplies, Lars suggested that they break for dinner.
“C’mon,” he said, and helped her up. “We have six months ahead of us. No point in killing ourselves already.”
“Your treat?” She said, hopefully.
“Absolutely not. I know better by now.”
He bore a look of such informed horror that she had to laugh.
“By the way,” he offered, casually, “Te’ijal wrote.”
“She did? Oh, how lovely. I kind of miss her.”
“I don’t.” He said, wincing.
“Poor Lars. You have such luck with women.”
“I know,” he said dolefully.
“At least you have me, to provide a little normalcy and perspective.”
“Right. Because that’s what you provide. Perspective.”
“Whaat? Surely you can admit I’m less… unique… then Te’ijal. Or Elini. Or Mad Marge. Not that I don’t love them all dearly- okay, except maybe Mad Marge- I just think any objective observer, or even a subjective one, could still admit that.”
“And yet with all their multiple whims they still manage not to cause me half the heartache you do,” he said, completely sincere.
“I do?” She said.
“Alright, maybe two-thirds,” he conceded. “Te’ijal can be really freaky, and sometimes Elini starts to talk about whips. I really don’t understand why anyone would possibly think I care or want to hear about- and oh lord Mad Marge bad memories bad bad bad....”
“Um… Lars?” Rhen said.
He shook his head as if clearing away some thoughts, and said, mechanically- “Sorry. Buried trauma. Have succeeded in repressing it again.”
“How about this time it’s my treat?” Rhen offered, trying to be comforting.
“What? Oh, right. Yeah. That would be nice.”
They were walking to the café when they passed the tumblers, dressed in gaudy colors and prancing around a sign that advertised the upcoming circus, right outside the city limits.
“That looks like fun,” Rhen said.
“Not really,” Lars said. “I hate circuses. And clowns.”
“Clown are freaky,” Rhen agreed. “Nonetheless, these kinds of things always sell spells and stuff.”
“Why do we need spells?”
“It never hurts to increase your supply…”
He couldn’t really argue with that. So after they finished eating- Rhen still ate a large amount, but only of the very cheapest items on the menu- they set off for the outskirts of the city.
It was evening and cool and pleasant, as the desert wind whipped their hair back and Rhen started laughing and twirling around.
“I think I kinda love Veldarah,” she said. “It’s really different from my hometown, you know. It’s all sandstone and palm trees but it- times like this when the wind blows I just sort of feel free. In a way.”
“And in the middle of the day it’s too hot and in the middle of the night it’s too cold,” he reminded her.
“Well yeah. But I don’t- I dunno. I like it here. It’s nice.”
“It never seemed that special to me,” he said. “I was always just used to it. I preferred the Wildwoods. And Sedona. Those were both nice. But I guess I kinda missed it here… after all, I did come back.”
“Mmm.” she said. “I wonder why I didn’t go back home, also… Somehow I came back and it didn’t feel like home, anymore. It felt like a dress that got too small.”
“…We’re here,” he said, and pointed to the bright flag waving from the top of a striped tent.
“40,000 gold? For a fireworks spell? Are you kidding me?”
“Take it or leave it, miss,” the circus man said. “It’s the most popular spell down south these days, I could be selling it for twice the price. Taking the skin off my own back, it is, making it this cheap.”
“Mhm,” she said, lips pursed.
Teaching did not pay nearly as well as hacking up monsters in far-off lands. And the creatures that scuttled around near Veldarah were worth nearly nothing at all.
Still. Technically she had enough money. It would just make her feel better if the man would lower the price. Even a few hundred gold would mean a bigger dinner tonight…
“How about a discount deal? I buy this mirror spell as well, and you lower the price for both of us by 500 coins?” Lars suggested.
“Buy a Burst of Flowers and make it 200 coins and you have a deal,” the salesman said.
“Are you kidding? That useless scroll? Why on earth would I want it? Forget it, Rhen, we don’t need these spells anyway. These prices are highway robbery.”
“300 coins,” the salesman said, grabbing hold of Lars’s arm. “And that’s starving my wife and kids, it is.”
“450 or no deal,” Lars said.
Lars hesitated. “Fine,” he said.
They paid and walked off.
“We just got completely cheated,” Lars said. “Those spells together shouldn’t have cost more than 30,000 gold.”
“Sorry,” she offered, limply.
“And what am I supposed to do with this useless scroll?” he said, disgustedly. “I know what it is, it’s a stupid flower-summoning spell. Stupidest thing ever.”
“I heard those were supposed to be really pretty,” she said, hesitantly.
“Oh, yay, pretty. That’s just what we need.”
“Well, I’d like to see it, anyway,” she said, loftily. “I bet you it’s really nice.”
“You’re asking me to give you a flower-spell,” he said, flatly. “Really, Rhen?”
“What?” she said, uncomfortably. Her face felt hot, and she was pretty sure she might be blushing. Dammit, she blushed way too easily. It was humiliating.
She looked away.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want,” she said. “Save it for someone you like or something.”
He shoved it into her hands. She shoved it back.
“Just take it!” He said. “I don’t even want it!”
“Well, neither do I!” she said, eyes stinging.
“One second- why the heck are you crying?”
“Nothing! I don’t know! It doesn’t matter and I don’t care! It’s none of my business who you give flowers to anyway!”
“Damn right it isn’t!” He said. “So shut up and take them already!”
She shoved the scroll back into his hands. The back of her hand scraped against the parchment’s edge and it unrolled with a swoosh.
A giant puff of purple smoke billowed out of the scroll. It dispersed to reveal a small pathetic bundle of half-wilted zinnias, lying on the ground.
For a moment they were both speechless.
“I- I paid 10,000 gold for this?!?” Lars yelped.
Rhen knelt to pick up the flowers. Their stems crumbled in her hands.
“Wow. Just wow.” She said. “After all that fuss…”
They looked at each other. Then at the flowers, which were turning from purple to a sickly greenish-grey.
And then they both started to laugh.
“Ahahaha! Letting his kids starve, my foot! He probably got that for free from a rubbish bin!” Rhen choked out between giggles.
“He probably… he probably… got paid by someone just to take it away!” Lars said, doubled over.
“Oh please, dear sir, these poor unfortunate zinnias!”
“My heart! Those p-poor unfortunate fl-flowe- AHAHAHAHA oh my sides they hurt.”
Lars tumbled onto the sand and lay there, laughing helplessly, rolling from side to side.
“H-help me up, Rhen, I don’t think I can breathe…”
“N-neither can I,” she said, helping him stagger upwards before they both collapsed, again.
“Did you notice how they curled in on themselves? It was truly a masterpiece.”
“I don’t think flowers could be that pathetic if they tried. It was truly something special.”
“We should count ourselves lucky for having witnessed it.”
“Yes indeed,” she said, the laughter beginning to subside. She wiped away the dampness in her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard I cried before, you know?”
“…I don’t even think we could properly explain to anyone else what was so funny about it,” he said, glancing dolefully at the few specks of dust that remained of the flowers.
“That’s fine,” she said, “this way it’s just ours.”
“Yeah, but people will think we’re crazy.”
“Let them,” she said, “we’ll know”. She grinned at him. “What a lovely, thoughtful gift. I think I’d like it ag- I think I’d like it again for my-“ She burst into giggles, yet again.
“I’ll be sure to buy it for your birthday,” he said, and didn’t manage a straight face in the slightest.
They laughed their way into the city and didn’t care, that several people turned and stared.
WHY YES. I DID JUST HAVE LARS GIVE RHEN FLOWERS.
(alert: some upcoming chapters are written in a slightly dramatic fashion, however I was dying of laughter as I wrote them. I just want that out there in advance so you can understand that just because characters are taking things seriously doesn't mean the story itself isn't supposed to be funny. Which is to say that I kinda want to write a commentary when this is all over, all in caps, describing what I was thinking as i wrote this. Like, for example, Lars's relationships with girls in general. AHAHAHA LARS YOU DORKFACE. etc.)
Posted on: 2010/6/1 20:09
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#227|
OMG! I couldn't stop laughing! thanks so much for writing this chapter so funny!!!! lol! hahaha! I can't stop laughing!
Posted on: 2010/6/1 21:51
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#228|
Wheee, a hundred and fifty pages of this! I can hardly wait.
And that was about the most un-romantic way to give someone flowers, that I've ever seen. Really funny, though.
Posted on: 2010/6/3 1:55
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#229|
Lars and romance go together like a dead frog.
I know that makes no sense but it's amply descriptive of his abilities.
He's about a million times better at it than Gyendal, though. That might (not) comfort him.
Posted on: 2010/6/3 2:25
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#230|
Don't we ALL do that? I found myself laughing like crazy over some of the story snippets I did over at my random writings thread, even though they are ZOMG LIKE TTLY SRS BSNSS!!1!!one!11!! Kinda made me want to try my hand at writing one of my crack pairings like it's serious business and see what people say about it... Hell, I think I WILL do it.
some upcoming chapters are written in a slightly dramatic fashion, however I was dying of laughter as I wrote them.
150 pages... whew *whistles* impressive. Did you mean you already have 150 pages handy, or you already write 150 MORE pages (not counting the ones already posted here)?
Posted on: 2010/6/3 3:05
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#231|
@blurble: I totaly know what you mean. But that's exactly what makes Lars such fun to write about, isn't it?
Hmmm... Gyendal? Now why would you be talking about Gyendal and romance in the same breath?
Posted on: 2010/6/3 7:00
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#232|
great chapter blurble! <3 ZOMG I love Lars and Rhen together! They are hilarious =D And the way they started laughing just like that made me laugh too! XD Great Chapter! It was totally Awesome! <3
Posted on: 2010/6/3 9:05
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#233|
this is like, pure awesomeness. i always cheer up imeediately when i see that you updated! awesome job!
Posted on: 2010/6/3 21:16
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#234|
I should totally keep a tally of Rhen's attraction points.
The 150 pages is everything, what I have posted and what I haven't (number keeps growing). I'm expecting ~200 pages when I'm all done. Somewhat less, probably.
@daeva_agas: it just frustrates me because I kept bursting into laughter as I described it to a friend... but when I write it, somehow... Well, I guess it's a big deal for the characters themselves.
Thanks everyone for the support. It keeps me going =D
Posted on: 2010/6/3 21:32
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#235|
Well, I kinda burst into laughter when I plot and when I reread them. When I actually write it's not so bad, just like you. I guess when I "get in mood" for writing everything becomes serious.
Posted on: 2010/6/3 21:44
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#236|
All three of her students couldn’t help but notice how exhausted she was, lately. But it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t that she was going to bed abnormally late- in fact, she was going to bed earlier than ever- it was just that she was collapsing utterly exhausted because fighting Lars was simply the most exhausting thing ever.
Okay, actually she’d been more tired after defeating Ahriman. Dead, bone-tired. She’d slept for three days, in fact. But besides Ahriman and some of the Daevas, there weren’t really that many battles she’d fought that were as plain and simple challenging as thinking of new ways to trip up Lars every day.
And it was one-on-one, as well. So there was no one covering her back or casting healing spells. No, she had to pay attention all by herself.
“Actually, that’s a problem,” Lars said. “We can’t only practice at fighting individual opponents. We need to think of some way to practice fighting groups.”
“If Elini was here she could mass summon some demons for us,” Rhen suggested.
“Only she’s not,” Lars said. “And don’t you dare consider trying to contact her. Nowing my luck she’d probably decide to come.”
“What isit with you and Elini, anyway?”
“She has-“ blackmail material against me, and she’s bloody annoying about it too, he thought, but didn’t say it. Because that would be a bad, bad topic to even come close to, in present company.
“What?” Rhen said.
“Nothing,” he said. “She has some ridiculous notion that every man in the world must be desperate to have her marry him.”
“Oh right,” Rhen said. “I remember she used to bug you about that.” She narrowed her eyes. “One second- you didn’t actually like her, did you?”
“No!” He said, indignant.
“Are you sure?”
“…Dead positive. As in, over my dead body positive.”
“Mmm,” Rhen said. “Alright then. How do we go about solving this multiple fighters problem?”
“You know, I have to say I’m glad I took that lamp. If I’d let you have it, you would have left it in Thais just like everything else.”
“Yeah, okay, I’d like to see you trying to carry all that much stuff while wearing a dress with a giant, extremely heavy hoop on the bottom and lots of crinolines and a corset that makes your chest do funny things.” She thought about that for a moment. “Actually, on second thought, I’d really rather not see that, if you please.”
“…Yeah. Okay. I’ll just pretend you never said that.”
“…Maybe we should get going.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
He rubbed the lamp vigorously and then they were back in a familiar Arabian-style palace.
“We want to fight quite a few of them at once," he said, "seeing as that's the entire reason we're here-"
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be the bait, you get some cover spells ready.” She took off at a run, keeping close to the walls.
Forty minutes later they staggered out of the lamp with a pop, covered in injuries and gasping. They had run through all their healing supplies and had had to flee.
“Oh god,” Rhen said, through gasps, “that was a lot harder than I remembered it being.”
“Yeah, but you’re not wielding a sword of power right now. It was pretty impressive we managed to survive at all.”
“I hate to admit this but using the lamp is a good idea… because at least we can choose what location to come back to… Oh god I need an elixir so bad right now.”
“I think if we lean on each other we might just be able to stagger our way to the supplies cabinet.”
“I think I’m on the verge of dying, actually.”
“I have a cassea leaf for that.”
“I hate those things, they taste like vomit mixed with charcoal.”
“Well, there has to be some downside to coming back from the dead.”
“Can we just get some elixir before I pass out, please?” She said, weakly. “I don’t think I can possibly have more than 5 hp left.”
They stumbled and staggered their way towards the box of medical supplies, leaning on each other for support.
When they had drained their elixirs, they stood up properly, refreshed.
Rhen laughed weakly. “Don’t think I’ve leaned on you like that since back when we ventured into the Wildwoods when we were just sent on our quest.”
“Remember when those wolves seemed actually scary? Haha.”
“Yeah. God, I hated you so much back then. You were such a smug little brat.”
“Don’t worry, at the time the feeling was richly mutual.”
“I seem to remember that you kept hiding behind trees and tripping me.”
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay. I already forgave you ages ago-”
“I appreciate that you forgave me, but I don’t think what I did was that forgivable.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Kids can be really horrible but as long as they grow up and grow out of it it’s better to forget it, because… whatever. People are really stupid when they’re kids.”
“I think, even so, there are some things you don’t ever really forgive yourself for.” He said, carefully, and thought of a long-ago Rhen with no sparkle in her eyes and a skinny, scrawny frame, kneeling with a washcloth as she scrubbed the floor so that her long hair fell over her face and almost hid the fact that she was quietly crying.
“Mmm,” she said, and thought of her wedding dress- fourteen weeks work of constant, careful embroidery and silk, something that every citizen in Thais had contributed towards creating, because they had put all their hopes and faith in her, their long lost queen- lying torn and muddy at the bottom of a dump somewhere.
(BWAHAHA HAVE SOME ANGST /MOODKILLER)
Posted on: 2010/6/3 22:52
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#237|
yay! that was very nice! ^^ bring back good aveyondish memories... I was sooo happy When I saw this =)
Posted on: 2010/6/3 23:31
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#238|
Dragons? What dragons? There's only one dragon in the Lampland, the Lightning dragon. The creatures that were running around all over the place are the "Asps", those weird pink creatures, and "Myrs", the creatures that look like minotaurs (or a red/brown version of Aesma, whichever you prefer).
Aside from that... everything's good I just noticed that you still say "hp" when talking about health... I thought it's kinda out of place, but to each of their own.
Random note: Poor wedding dress
Posted on: 2010/6/4 0:49
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#239|
Yeah! Poor wedding dress, indeed! XD As usual
Posted on: 2010/6/4 11:55
|Re: Uncertainty Principle- A Runaway Bride ending story (eventual RxL)||#240|
@daeva_agas- oh shoot. vbcvbfb. I was pretty sure there were dragons (or dragon-y things? Am I wrong? lkjfdldkfjglkfdgjlfdkjgldfkj kldkljjklflkdfj)
The hp is deliberate. (Aveyond world has different rules. For example, it is extremely easy to come back from the dead. To go to the land of the dead you need a certificate. AND people have hp, not just health.)
Posted on: 2010/6/4 14:42
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