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[ Before we start, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing, so I...
[ Before we start, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing, so I...
[Attack on Titan] A Quest. You're on it. Like a horse, but not.
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Shadow Archon
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Scraped from here.
[ Before we start, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing, so I apologize if it sucks. The title is vague on purpose. I don't want you to know what your status is until you figure it out via the dialogue. So, without further ado, I'll begin. ]
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You awaken from last night's rest.
Pain. Pain. That is all you can feel from your head. This is quite easily the worst migraine you have ever had, and it slammed into you the moment. You summon what you strength you have and open your eyes.
Sunlight greets you and the pain is suddenly gone.
Funny. You're not in your room. You're outside. The sun is slowly rising from what you can tell and quick guess work tells you its either nine or ten in the morning. Luckily you're off work today so you---
Wait. You're outside. Quickly wiping away the morning fog as best as you can from your head, you sit up.
You're definitely outside. In the distance you can see a large area of concentrated trees and what must be a forest. Mostly around you though is a plain of grass and what must be shrubberies. Lot's of shrubberies. They kind of look just like miniature trees honestly...and the grass is very short. Very short. You clench your hands into the ground at your side. It reminds you of very short fur, but still feels like grass. Tiny grass, but grass.
You turn your head around and look all in directions. More freakishly small grass, more tree/shrubberies, and some actual trees in the distance.
Oh, and there's a lake behind you. Well, not really a lake, more like a fairly large pond.
The wind starts to blow and you can feel it...everywhere.
You look down, and notice you're naked. Completely naked.
However, that doesn't get your attention.
You just realized you are now completely androgynous with the body build of a Ken doll.
You feel like screaming.
[ ] SCREAM!
[ ] Get a hold of yourself Man/Woman!
[ ] Check your reflection in the pond to confirm your fear.
[ ] Write in.
[ Before we start, this is my first attempt at this kind of thing, so I apologize if it sucks. The title is vague on purpose. I don't want you to know what your status is until you figure it out via the dialogue. So, without further ado, I'll begin. ]
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You awaken from last night's rest.
Pain. Pain. That is all you can feel from your head. This is quite easily the worst migraine you have ever had, and it slammed into you the moment. You summon what you strength you have and open your eyes.
Sunlight greets you and the pain is suddenly gone.
Funny. You're not in your room. You're outside. The sun is slowly rising from what you can tell and quick guess work tells you its either nine or ten in the morning. Luckily you're off work today so you---
Wait. You're outside. Quickly wiping away the morning fog as best as you can from your head, you sit up.
You're definitely outside. In the distance you can see a large area of concentrated trees and what must be a forest. Mostly around you though is a plain of grass and what must be shrubberies. Lot's of shrubberies. They kind of look just like miniature trees honestly...and the grass is very short. Very short. You clench your hands into the ground at your side. It reminds you of very short fur, but still feels like grass. Tiny grass, but grass.
You turn your head around and look all in directions. More freakishly small grass, more tree/shrubberies, and some actual trees in the distance.
Oh, and there's a lake behind you. Well, not really a lake, more like a fairly large pond.
The wind starts to blow and you can feel it...everywhere.
You look down, and notice you're naked. Completely naked.
However, that doesn't get your attention.
You just realized you are now completely androgynous with the body build of a Ken doll.
You feel like screaming.
[ ] SCREAM!
[ ] Get a hold of yourself Man/Woman!
[ ] Check your reflection in the pond to confirm your fear.
[ ] Write in.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
[x] Now that you are a Ken doll, clearly there must be a barbie some where[x] Find barbie
'If I'm a Ken Doll, there must be a Barbie.'
....
The feeling that you must scream ebbs away at the odd thought.
....
..
'I should find her!'
A smile creeps up on your face...until you realize there's something's a bit wrong with that conclusion. You do a faux face palm for being a bit silly and chuckle.
Checking your "new" body, you discover you're still made of flesh, not plastic. You move around a bit and realize you have full range of motion, so your not a doll...or at least not a regular doll. You lack any genitals whatsoever and you notice you have no anus. Good thing you don't feel the need to relieve yourself. You feel nothing odd, even though you think you should. You also notice you have very strong visible muscles. Not a ludicrous amount, but you feel a bit closer to being a G. I. Joe rather than a Ken doll.
You decide that it would be best to check your face's reflection in the pond.
Well, its your face. The fear of actually being Ken or G. I. Joe scared you a little you have to admit. You liked Toy Story, but you didn't want to live it. While its your face, your eyes look somehow a bit different. You can't tell exactly what, but it seems like the shade is a bit darker. You open your mouth and notice all your teeth are perfectly white and straight. Without blemish at all. You can't even tell that you've ever had dental work.
Your hair and everything else about your head is the same though, so that's good.
Turning around, you scratch your head on what to do.
You think towards that odd thought again, smile, and decide why not.
'Let's go find Barbie.'
You decide walking forward is your best bet.
Before you can even get past your first three steps, you notice something in the distance. Its a bit closer than the forest.
While you can't make out details, clearly a female figure is running---no, sprinting at full speed towards the direction of the forest. She's a really fast runner from what you can tell with no signs of stopping.
And....she has blond hair, a shot hair style, yes, but besides that, her body looks like an unclothed barbie from this distance.
Parts of her skin are red though...pretty weird. You can't make out too much, but the red areas remind you of muscles unclothed of skin.
You can't see her face from this distance though.
You blink a few times.
'Well, that was easy.'
Either your the creepiest, but luckiest Ken doll on the planet, or something else is going on.
She hasn't noticed you in the slightest and is continuing to run to the forest.
[ ] Catch that Barbie!
[ ] Follow her with stealth...so pretty much stalking her.
[ ] Ignore the blond chick and move to somewhere else.
[ ] Write in.
'If I'm a Ken Doll, there must be a Barbie.'
....
The feeling that you must scream ebbs away at the odd thought.
....
..
'I should find her!'
A smile creeps up on your face...until you realize there's something's a bit wrong with that conclusion. You do a faux face palm for being a bit silly and chuckle.
Checking your "new" body, you discover you're still made of flesh, not plastic. You move around a bit and realize you have full range of motion, so your not a doll...or at least not a regular doll. You lack any genitals whatsoever and you notice you have no anus. Good thing you don't feel the need to relieve yourself. You feel nothing odd, even though you think you should. You also notice you have very strong visible muscles. Not a ludicrous amount, but you feel a bit closer to being a G. I. Joe rather than a Ken doll.
You decide that it would be best to check your face's reflection in the pond.
Well, its your face. The fear of actually being Ken or G. I. Joe scared you a little you have to admit. You liked Toy Story, but you didn't want to live it. While its your face, your eyes look somehow a bit different. You can't tell exactly what, but it seems like the shade is a bit darker. You open your mouth and notice all your teeth are perfectly white and straight. Without blemish at all. You can't even tell that you've ever had dental work.
Your hair and everything else about your head is the same though, so that's good.
Turning around, you scratch your head on what to do.
You think towards that odd thought again, smile, and decide why not.
'Let's go find Barbie.'
You decide walking forward is your best bet.
Before you can even get past your first three steps, you notice something in the distance. Its a bit closer than the forest.
While you can't make out details, clearly a female figure is running---no, sprinting at full speed towards the direction of the forest. She's a really fast runner from what you can tell with no signs of stopping.
And....she has blond hair, a shot hair style, yes, but besides that, her body looks like an unclothed barbie from this distance.
Parts of her skin are red though...pretty weird. You can't make out too much, but the red areas remind you of muscles unclothed of skin.
You can't see her face from this distance though.
You blink a few times.
'Well, that was easy.'
Either your the creepiest, but luckiest Ken doll on the planet, or something else is going on.
She hasn't noticed you in the slightest and is continuing to run to the forest.
[ ] Catch that Barbie!
[ ] Follow her with stealth...so pretty much stalking her.
[ ] Ignore the blond chick and move to somewhere else.
[ ] Write in.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
[X] Catch that Barbie!
[X] Watch out for whatever she's running from!
Deciding to forgo subtlety, you take off after the blonde.
Once, you reach her lane of travel, you check to see what she was running from.
....
Nothing but flora and mountains in the distance.
With that done, you turn around and quickly sprint as fast as you can. Your "new" body, to your shock and amazement, while lacking certain..."accessories", clearly is much stronger than your old one. You think just a proper hello is good enough once you get close to her. Within minutes, you are right behind the "Barbie" and can look at her in detail.
....
Those red areas...are her muscles.
The entire back of her leg and the bottom of her foot are clearly red healthy muscles...while her back and behind are covered in what looks like flesh colored white muscles, besides the small area under her shoulder blades that are red muscle. You know that this muscle layout is not anywhere close to the normal de-skinned human anatomy. Maybe she somehow has an extra layer of muscles or something?
You're clearly at a loss of words.
Either she was born this way, or someone....something mutilated her. Maybe the same thing that did this to you? Maybe that's why she's running? Maybe she woke up here like you and just didn't keep her calm? Your head is spinning with questions.
You shake your head and open your mouth to speak...
She looks over her shoulder and stares at you with blue eyes.
....you close your mouth and widen your eyes.
There's this...calculating look in her eyes as she stares at you. This gives you time to look at her face. That flesh colored white muscles covers the majority of her face, giving her a somewhat normal face...despite the small area of red muscle below her eyes.
She quickly refocuses her attention ahead of herself and starts to accelerate.
Inwardly cursing at losing your nerve again, you try to speed up. Unfortunately, she's better at this than you are and you can't seemingly gain anymore speed. If you don't do something quick, she's going to leave you in the dust!
Funny, there's a little tiny line of black smoke arching in the sky a good bit ahead...and you think you heard something else...
Focus, You chide yourself, focus!. Deciding that the power of speech better be invoked now or never....you open your mouth and let out the first thing that comes to mind.
[ ] Will you please stop running!
[ ] HELLO NURSE!
[ ] Write In.
[X] Watch out for whatever she's running from!
Deciding to forgo subtlety, you take off after the blonde.
Once, you reach her lane of travel, you check to see what she was running from.
....
Nothing but flora and mountains in the distance.
With that done, you turn around and quickly sprint as fast as you can. Your "new" body, to your shock and amazement, while lacking certain..."accessories", clearly is much stronger than your old one. You think just a proper hello is good enough once you get close to her. Within minutes, you are right behind the "Barbie" and can look at her in detail.
....
Those red areas...are her muscles.
The entire back of her leg and the bottom of her foot are clearly red healthy muscles...while her back and behind are covered in what looks like flesh colored white muscles, besides the small area under her shoulder blades that are red muscle. You know that this muscle layout is not anywhere close to the normal de-skinned human anatomy. Maybe she somehow has an extra layer of muscles or something?
You're clearly at a loss of words.
Either she was born this way, or someone....something mutilated her. Maybe the same thing that did this to you? Maybe that's why she's running? Maybe she woke up here like you and just didn't keep her calm? Your head is spinning with questions.
You shake your head and open your mouth to speak...
She looks over her shoulder and stares at you with blue eyes.
....you close your mouth and widen your eyes.
There's this...calculating look in her eyes as she stares at you. This gives you time to look at her face. That flesh colored white muscles covers the majority of her face, giving her a somewhat normal face...despite the small area of red muscle below her eyes.
She quickly refocuses her attention ahead of herself and starts to accelerate.
Inwardly cursing at losing your nerve again, you try to speed up. Unfortunately, she's better at this than you are and you can't seemingly gain anymore speed. If you don't do something quick, she's going to leave you in the dust!
Funny, there's a little tiny line of black smoke arching in the sky a good bit ahead...and you think you heard something else...
Focus, You chide yourself, focus!. Deciding that the power of speech better be invoked now or never....you open your mouth and let out the first thing that comes to mind.
[ ] Will you please stop running!
[ ] HELLO NURSE!
[ ] Write In.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
About around half a head to a full head taller than Barbie.DawnGazer said:
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
..You mean shoulder height?DawnGazer said:
Well, the trees around here aren't really consistent. There's some quite bigger than you easily, and there's some that are just glorified shrubberies. However, right now, there's not really any close enough to you to matter.
As for height in actual numbers...I'll get to that later.
Should I just answer all future questions in the quest itself?
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
[X]HELLO NURSE.
In a very loud shout, you yell "HEEEELLLLLLLLOOO NUUUUUUURSSSEEE!"
Immediately afterwards, "Barbie" stops running, and starts to skid to a halt.
Turning around very quickly, she stares straight at you with very wide eyes. Whatever she was expecting from you, shouting was not one of them.
Her pause allows you to catch up.
Unfortunately, this is when you fully realize what you said. You start to blush and twiddle your fingers. You can't believe you actually said that.
"I---uh---What I mean is---"
You sigh and take a deep breath.
Her eyes are still trying to bore holes in your head.
You swallow some of your own spit, making a very audible gulp.
Regaining your confidence, you quickly speak.
"Hello...do you need help with anything?"
She blinks.
Continuing, you point back in the direction both of you were running from. "I saw you running, and well you looked like something was chasing you, and I'm just wondering if you're okay."
She blinks again.
"Are you okay?"
She blinks again, and sniffs. She then starts looking at something behind you to the left, then looking at something behind you to the right.
You raise an eyebrow...but before you can continue, the smell of burning flesh hits you. Your face cringes in disgust, and from reflex, look at where the smell is coming from.
....Oh, a body. Well, that expl---Wait a minute.
There's the body of someone face down on the ground, with their rump in the air, and they have a large gash on their neck. They also have a gash on their Achilles's heel, presumably, that's what caused them to fall. Currently, gushes of steam are coming off the wounds, and the skin around it seems to be..melting? Evaporating? You aren't sure.
They also have the same Ken doll format that you do, despite a different set of hair. You can't see their face.
Such a sight in person cause you to start gagging. Luckily, you prevent yourself from fully emptying whatever is in currently in your stomach onto the ground, and start to turn around back to the "Barbie."
"Why is there a...."
You pause as something catches your eye.
...There's tiny people.
Tiny people.
Tiny people, on tiny horses, wearing tiny clothing, holding tiny swords with their tiny hands, looking at you with their tiny eyes in tiny---no, just normal horror.
...corpse?" You manage to finish.
The shock of learning that Lilliput is apparently real makes you forget about the corpse for now. From your amazing EB sensors mark 1, you estimate that they are even close to being 1:12 scale, with you as the one.
They may be a bit smaller than that though.
You turn your eyes to the Barbie, and then back to the tiny people. You repeat this action several times, before getting a bit more focus on each. Awkwardly, they both are staring at you, like how people would stare at Siamese twins a hundred years ago at the Circus.
The Barbie seems to be entirely concentrated on you, with an expression that gives you the apparent sense of a mix of seriousness and curiosity. She doesn't know what to make of you it seems.
Squinting your eyes slightly, you focus on the tiny people.
There's two of them, both riding tiny horses that are normal sized for them, and they seem to look at you with utter fear. One of them is wearing a white bandana on the top of their head, covering their brown hair, and he seems to have a very thin layer of facial hair.
The other one has brown hair, with a short pony tail in the back. He doesn't have any facial hair.
A third tiny man appears behind the two, also riding a horse. He has blond hair in a rough bowl cut it seems, and is staring at you with more curiosity than fear...but the fear is still there of course.
....Deciding to just go with it, you wave at them and speak. "...Hello?"
All three of them widen their eyes, and have their horses step back away from you a bit more.
Suddenly, you can hear them speaking to each other...in German. You swear that Japanese is also tied in there a bit as well. Their focus doesn't leave your face though.
Unfortunately, you can't speak either fluently.
They all are wearing some kind of uniform. You can't make it out too well, but they each have green cloaks with some kind of emblem on the back. You don't have a clear line of sight on the emblem though, so you're not sure what it is. They also have some kind of metal...blocks at their side. You're not sure what those are.
One of them, while staring at you, calmly takes out a...Flare Gun? Loads some kind of charge, and fires it in the air. Black smoke streaking upwards.
Immediately, you hear a noise and turn back towards Barbie.
Great, she's running again. This time you can tell that from the arc that she is making, she's heading back in the direction she was running from....and soon she's running at an incredible speed. You know that there's no way you can ever catch up to her.
You sigh.
Before, you can make a decision, the tiny blond man says the word, while heavily accented, English.
You turn towards them.
Maybe you can speak to them? At least they've shown that they can speak.
Then, a bit of fridge horror hits you. They have tiny blades, and there's a corpse of someone behind you with gashes that probably were cut by those blades.
You start to sweat.
[ ] Let us listen...to the tiny people that is. You can reason with them...can't you?
[ ] Try to run after Barbie nonetheless, as fast as you can.
[ ] RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! Things have gotten too weird for you!
[ ] Write In.
In a very loud shout, you yell "HEEEELLLLLLLLOOO NUUUUUUURSSSEEE!"
Immediately afterwards, "Barbie" stops running, and starts to skid to a halt.
Turning around very quickly, she stares straight at you with very wide eyes. Whatever she was expecting from you, shouting was not one of them.
Her pause allows you to catch up.
Unfortunately, this is when you fully realize what you said. You start to blush and twiddle your fingers. You can't believe you actually said that.
"I---uh---What I mean is---"
You sigh and take a deep breath.
Her eyes are still trying to bore holes in your head.
You swallow some of your own spit, making a very audible gulp.
Regaining your confidence, you quickly speak.
"Hello...do you need help with anything?"
She blinks.
Continuing, you point back in the direction both of you were running from. "I saw you running, and well you looked like something was chasing you, and I'm just wondering if you're okay."
She blinks again.
"Are you okay?"
She blinks again, and sniffs. She then starts looking at something behind you to the left, then looking at something behind you to the right.
You raise an eyebrow...but before you can continue, the smell of burning flesh hits you. Your face cringes in disgust, and from reflex, look at where the smell is coming from.
....Oh, a body. Well, that expl---Wait a minute.
There's the body of someone face down on the ground, with their rump in the air, and they have a large gash on their neck. They also have a gash on their Achilles's heel, presumably, that's what caused them to fall. Currently, gushes of steam are coming off the wounds, and the skin around it seems to be..melting? Evaporating? You aren't sure.
They also have the same Ken doll format that you do, despite a different set of hair. You can't see their face.
Such a sight in person cause you to start gagging. Luckily, you prevent yourself from fully emptying whatever is in currently in your stomach onto the ground, and start to turn around back to the "Barbie."
"Why is there a...."
You pause as something catches your eye.
...There's tiny people.
Tiny people.
Tiny people, on tiny horses, wearing tiny clothing, holding tiny swords with their tiny hands, looking at you with their tiny eyes in tiny---no, just normal horror.
...corpse?" You manage to finish.
The shock of learning that Lilliput is apparently real makes you forget about the corpse for now. From your amazing EB sensors mark 1, you estimate that they are even close to being 1:12 scale, with you as the one.
They may be a bit smaller than that though.
You turn your eyes to the Barbie, and then back to the tiny people. You repeat this action several times, before getting a bit more focus on each. Awkwardly, they both are staring at you, like how people would stare at Siamese twins a hundred years ago at the Circus.
The Barbie seems to be entirely concentrated on you, with an expression that gives you the apparent sense of a mix of seriousness and curiosity. She doesn't know what to make of you it seems.
Squinting your eyes slightly, you focus on the tiny people.
There's two of them, both riding tiny horses that are normal sized for them, and they seem to look at you with utter fear. One of them is wearing a white bandana on the top of their head, covering their brown hair, and he seems to have a very thin layer of facial hair.
The other one has brown hair, with a short pony tail in the back. He doesn't have any facial hair.
A third tiny man appears behind the two, also riding a horse. He has blond hair in a rough bowl cut it seems, and is staring at you with more curiosity than fear...but the fear is still there of course.
....Deciding to just go with it, you wave at them and speak. "...Hello?"
All three of them widen their eyes, and have their horses step back away from you a bit more.
Suddenly, you can hear them speaking to each other...in German. You swear that Japanese is also tied in there a bit as well. Their focus doesn't leave your face though.
Unfortunately, you can't speak either fluently.
They all are wearing some kind of uniform. You can't make it out too well, but they each have green cloaks with some kind of emblem on the back. You don't have a clear line of sight on the emblem though, so you're not sure what it is. They also have some kind of metal...blocks at their side. You're not sure what those are.
One of them, while staring at you, calmly takes out a...Flare Gun? Loads some kind of charge, and fires it in the air. Black smoke streaking upwards.
Immediately, you hear a noise and turn back towards Barbie.
Great, she's running again. This time you can tell that from the arc that she is making, she's heading back in the direction she was running from....and soon she's running at an incredible speed. You know that there's no way you can ever catch up to her.
You sigh.
Before, you can make a decision, the tiny blond man says the word, while heavily accented, English.
You turn towards them.
Maybe you can speak to them? At least they've shown that they can speak.
Then, a bit of fridge horror hits you. They have tiny blades, and there's a corpse of someone behind you with gashes that probably were cut by those blades.
You start to sweat.
[ ] Let us listen...to the tiny people that is. You can reason with them...can't you?
[ ] Try to run after Barbie nonetheless, as fast as you can.
[ ] RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! Things have gotten too weird for you!
[ ] Write In.
CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
[X] Check the sole of your feet to see if you maybe have or have not squashed a few tiny humans in recent times.
- If yes, "Well fuck me." and run and pray and stuff and maybe barbie miiiiight help you?
- If no, "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
HAHAHAHAHA, this is gonna end in TEARS.
- If yes, "Well fuck me." and run and pray and stuff and maybe barbie miiiiight help you?
- If no, "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
HAHAHAHAHA, this is gonna end in TEARS.
Cyanios
Advice Eldar.
[X] Let us listen...to the tiny people that is. You can reason with them...can't you?
- "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
- "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
(OOC: Apologies for the long wait. Just went to black belt camp this past weekend and had a bout of sinus infection. Good news is that I'm six months away from my black belt test, and a year from my official black belt. If you can't imagine me happy or joyful, please look at this image here. So, without further ado.I'll get on with it.)
[X] Check the sole of your feet to see if you maybe have or have not squashed a few tiny humans in recent times.
- If yes, "Well fuck me." and run and pray and stuff and maybe barbie miiiiight help you?
- If no, "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
The stench of death reminding you of the nearby copse, you start to slowly walk backwards with your hands up in a warding position.
The tiny people just continue to stare at you. The two older ones seem to have gotten their shock and fear under control and seem to stare at you with a stern look, cold anger it seems, their hands gripping the hilts of their blades tightly. The blond one seems to still have curiosity and fear written over his face.
'As long as I don't do anything stupid and remain calm, everything should turn out fine...' you say to yourself. 'As long as I don't sit on any small person or step---'
You stop in your tracks and widen your eyes.
You slowly look down, in apprehension and fear....and raise your left foot to look at the bottom of it.
....
You sigh and relax. No tiny corpse there.
Fear sets back in as you raise the other foot.
...
Good. Nothing but a dirty pair of feet.
Looking at the tiny people once more, you start to pedal backwards again.
Mostly, their faces have remained the same...well, except for the slightly cocked eyebrows.
'Communicate. Communicate. I have to communicate.' you say in your head.
"This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had." you try to say with a calm voice, yet you know they can probably hear the slight high pitch.
Their faces don't change.
You look down. "I had a crotch, once." You look back up, as you continue to step backwards slowly.
You swallow all the saliva in your mouth and speak quickly with a slight stutter. "C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sh-sharp, deadly looking things."
Again, their faces don't change.
"Please?" You pathetically utter.
Suddenly you feel your left foot step on something warm and slightly hard, and before you know it, there's the sound of a large squelch, rip, and crunch. Your foot feels undeniably wet and slippery, and suddenly it loses traction with the ground as it slides out in front of you along with chunks of whatever you stepped on.
With no more proper support, you fall on your back.
As your lower back and rear hits the something that is also "warm and slightly hard." Without even half of a second passing, it too makes a large squelch, rip, and crunch sound as the force of your fall crushes it.
A slight thud shakes your head, as your upper back manages to hit the ground, missing whatever it is you tripped on.
Now, your rear, lower back, and left foot feel undeniably wet....and very warm, maybe even hot.
'Did I just break a bone? Am I bleeding?'
Thoughts along this line quickly enter your mind, existing only shortly before you dismiss the idea.
Your quick observation has noted a disturbingly lack of pain. Yes, breaking bones and bleeding involves pain. Either you're in shock or...
Suddenly, the stench of the corpse wafts into your noise with much more force than earlier, reminding you once again, that someone has died recently, and it is fully blocking out whatever thoughts you were having. Its smell is worse than any garbage dump, paper mill, or public restroom you've had the unfortune to sample.
You open your eyes, and try to crane your neck up. Your eyes focus on something slightly to the left.
A skeletal like face with muscles adorning it greets you.
.....
"Oh, that's what I fell on...." you utter out loud.
.....
Suddenly you let out a small scream, and frantically try to get up. Trying to gain support, you plant your right hand into the nearest bit of ground.
Squelch. Crack.
As you sit up, you've realized that if this corpse wasn't a ken doll person like you....he probably is now.
You scream slightly again.
Still focusing on standing, you manage to get back up, and quickly you turn around.
You find that, yes, you did break a bone. Lot's of bones.
Just not any of yours.
Behind you is the flattened remains of the corpse's torso, and its crushed pelvis. You did such a good job with flattening the torso, that you've piratically beheaded the cadaver, only strings of what's left of the spinal chord and neck muscles are attaching the head to the, once a torso, now a fleshy pancake piece of bloody sludge. What you stepped on is the corpses right arm, in which you've managed to shatter and flatten the elbow, chunks of the once usable joint lying about the ground.
You've also noticed that the corpse has somehow reached a new level of decay. All the skin is gone...and before your eyes, you can see that the muscle-like flesh too is dissolving into steam.
You feel like screaming but manage to hold it in, your eyes watering....from the smell you tell yourself.
'People are not suppose to be that fragile! Not at all!'
Looking at yourself, you find that yes, those wet areas are soiled with blood. As you watch, the blood on your right hand is wafting into steam too...
'Nice to know I don't have to clean it.' you manage to think while you suppress the mental urge to hyperventilate or vomit.
'I knew Ken dolls could break easily...but I didn't think the metaphor would translate like this!' you inwardly shout.
You think that this could be you in a few moments if you upset those tiny people.
You slowly turn around, the feeling of dread is clearly apparent on your face.
The tiny people look at you, their faces unreadable.
....
....
A long moment of silence is in the air as you stare at them, the fear on your face becoming more palpable.
....
....
Suddenly, the two older ones slowly chuckle.
They then start to openly laugh.
Before long, they are completely guffawing.
...
Awkwardly, you start to laugh with them too. Not that anything was actually funny though. You just fell on a corpse and are now smeared in blood, how is that hilarious? You're just laughing in the meager attempt that maybe the feeling of horror will evaporate out your body just like the blood is magically evaporating off your skin.
Of course that doesn't happen though.
Within a minute of this, the younger one is trying to hush them...you think? All you can hear is Japanese and German mixed in a garble again.
The one with the bandana and beard replies to the young blond, with mirth in his voice, before tightening the grip on his swords and urging his horse to walk in your direction. His face loses his mirth and a stern look grips it once again. He says something again in languages you can't understand.
With his intention clear, you try to back up as much as you can without falling again.
Luckily, The blond one starts to speak very loudly while shaking his head, riding his horse directly in the bandana one's path to you, saving you from having to make any decisions at the moment.
Bandana starts to yell back towards the blond.
The blond replies back, almost shouting. He clearly says the word English again in one of his sentences. At least you think there are multiple sentences.
The one with the pony tail is looking between the two men with indecisiveness on his face.
Bandana sneers, saying the word English like if it was a joke. His face becomes red, he points at you with his sword, and starts yelling loud, as if he's trying to make sure you can hear him. Again, the word English is said a few times too. He also says another word.
A word that is repeated so many times now in the overall conversation, that you think you just managed to catch it. Kyojin. Whatever that means.
Blond starts to yell now too, his face red, and he also points to you, without a sword in his hand you note. Again. Kyojin is repeated along with words that you cannot make out. The word English is in there too.
This goes on for a few minutes, the two yelling at each other, each awkwardly pointing at you.
Before long, there is a moment in the incomprehensible argument in which Blond has spoken for a rather long time, quietness reigns the area.
Bandana sighs, loosens the tight grip on his blades, and nods, and replies with something very short and rough.
Blond nods, and turns toward you. His face a mixture of emotion. Fear, excitement, and uncertainty.
He manages to bring up a face of determination, before stopping his horse just a foot away from you, at least from your perspective.
A sentence of pure Japanese comes out of his mouth very slowly.
He waits.
And waits.
Deciding that now is a good time to give him some input, you shake your head.
With a knowing nod, he starts to speak a sentence of pure German.
You again, shake your head.
He nods once more.
He points to you, and in a very accented voice says "You...speak...English?"
You frantically nod and smile.
A smile comes to his face. "You...understand" He points to himself. "me?"
Again, you nod.
'Finally, things are looking up.' you think.
The Blonde loses his smile for a second and in pure apprehension asks you. "Do..you....eat....people?"
......
'What?'
....
'WHAT!?!'
[ ] No!!!! I don't eat people....What? Why?....Do you eat people?
[ ] People are friends. Not food.
[ ] Only with fava beans and a nice chianti.
[ ] Write in.
[X] Check the sole of your feet to see if you maybe have or have not squashed a few tiny humans in recent times.
- If yes, "Well fuck me." and run and pray and stuff and maybe barbie miiiiight help you?
- If no, "This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had. I had a crotch, once. C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sharp, deadly looking things."
The stench of death reminding you of the nearby copse, you start to slowly walk backwards with your hands up in a warding position.
The tiny people just continue to stare at you. The two older ones seem to have gotten their shock and fear under control and seem to stare at you with a stern look, cold anger it seems, their hands gripping the hilts of their blades tightly. The blond one seems to still have curiosity and fear written over his face.
'As long as I don't do anything stupid and remain calm, everything should turn out fine...' you say to yourself. 'As long as I don't sit on any small person or step---'
You stop in your tracks and widen your eyes.
You slowly look down, in apprehension and fear....and raise your left foot to look at the bottom of it.
....
You sigh and relax. No tiny corpse there.
Fear sets back in as you raise the other foot.
...
Good. Nothing but a dirty pair of feet.
Looking at the tiny people once more, you start to pedal backwards again.
Mostly, their faces have remained the same...well, except for the slightly cocked eyebrows.
'Communicate. Communicate. I have to communicate.' you say in your head.
"This has honestly been the strangest day I have ever had." you try to say with a calm voice, yet you know they can probably hear the slight high pitch.
Their faces don't change.
You look down. "I had a crotch, once." You look back up, as you continue to step backwards slowly.
You swallow all the saliva in your mouth and speak quickly with a slight stutter. "C-Can anyone tell me what's going on? With words. Not sh-sharp, deadly looking things."
Again, their faces don't change.
"Please?" You pathetically utter.
Suddenly you feel your left foot step on something warm and slightly hard, and before you know it, there's the sound of a large squelch, rip, and crunch. Your foot feels undeniably wet and slippery, and suddenly it loses traction with the ground as it slides out in front of you along with chunks of whatever you stepped on.
With no more proper support, you fall on your back.
As your lower back and rear hits the something that is also "warm and slightly hard." Without even half of a second passing, it too makes a large squelch, rip, and crunch sound as the force of your fall crushes it.
A slight thud shakes your head, as your upper back manages to hit the ground, missing whatever it is you tripped on.
Now, your rear, lower back, and left foot feel undeniably wet....and very warm, maybe even hot.
'Did I just break a bone? Am I bleeding?'
Thoughts along this line quickly enter your mind, existing only shortly before you dismiss the idea.
Your quick observation has noted a disturbingly lack of pain. Yes, breaking bones and bleeding involves pain. Either you're in shock or...
Suddenly, the stench of the corpse wafts into your noise with much more force than earlier, reminding you once again, that someone has died recently, and it is fully blocking out whatever thoughts you were having. Its smell is worse than any garbage dump, paper mill, or public restroom you've had the unfortune to sample.
You open your eyes, and try to crane your neck up. Your eyes focus on something slightly to the left.
A skeletal like face with muscles adorning it greets you.
.....
"Oh, that's what I fell on...." you utter out loud.
.....
Suddenly you let out a small scream, and frantically try to get up. Trying to gain support, you plant your right hand into the nearest bit of ground.
Squelch. Crack.
As you sit up, you've realized that if this corpse wasn't a ken doll person like you....he probably is now.
You scream slightly again.
Still focusing on standing, you manage to get back up, and quickly you turn around.
You find that, yes, you did break a bone. Lot's of bones.
Just not any of yours.
Behind you is the flattened remains of the corpse's torso, and its crushed pelvis. You did such a good job with flattening the torso, that you've piratically beheaded the cadaver, only strings of what's left of the spinal chord and neck muscles are attaching the head to the, once a torso, now a fleshy pancake piece of bloody sludge. What you stepped on is the corpses right arm, in which you've managed to shatter and flatten the elbow, chunks of the once usable joint lying about the ground.
You've also noticed that the corpse has somehow reached a new level of decay. All the skin is gone...and before your eyes, you can see that the muscle-like flesh too is dissolving into steam.
You feel like screaming but manage to hold it in, your eyes watering....from the smell you tell yourself.
'People are not suppose to be that fragile! Not at all!'
Looking at yourself, you find that yes, those wet areas are soiled with blood. As you watch, the blood on your right hand is wafting into steam too...
'Nice to know I don't have to clean it.' you manage to think while you suppress the mental urge to hyperventilate or vomit.
'I knew Ken dolls could break easily...but I didn't think the metaphor would translate like this!' you inwardly shout.
You think that this could be you in a few moments if you upset those tiny people.
You slowly turn around, the feeling of dread is clearly apparent on your face.
The tiny people look at you, their faces unreadable.
....
....
A long moment of silence is in the air as you stare at them, the fear on your face becoming more palpable.
....
....
Suddenly, the two older ones slowly chuckle.
They then start to openly laugh.
Before long, they are completely guffawing.
...
Awkwardly, you start to laugh with them too. Not that anything was actually funny though. You just fell on a corpse and are now smeared in blood, how is that hilarious? You're just laughing in the meager attempt that maybe the feeling of horror will evaporate out your body just like the blood is magically evaporating off your skin.
Of course that doesn't happen though.
Within a minute of this, the younger one is trying to hush them...you think? All you can hear is Japanese and German mixed in a garble again.
The one with the bandana and beard replies to the young blond, with mirth in his voice, before tightening the grip on his swords and urging his horse to walk in your direction. His face loses his mirth and a stern look grips it once again. He says something again in languages you can't understand.
With his intention clear, you try to back up as much as you can without falling again.
Luckily, The blond one starts to speak very loudly while shaking his head, riding his horse directly in the bandana one's path to you, saving you from having to make any decisions at the moment.
Bandana starts to yell back towards the blond.
The blond replies back, almost shouting. He clearly says the word English again in one of his sentences. At least you think there are multiple sentences.
The one with the pony tail is looking between the two men with indecisiveness on his face.
Bandana sneers, saying the word English like if it was a joke. His face becomes red, he points at you with his sword, and starts yelling loud, as if he's trying to make sure you can hear him. Again, the word English is said a few times too. He also says another word.
A word that is repeated so many times now in the overall conversation, that you think you just managed to catch it. Kyojin. Whatever that means.
Blond starts to yell now too, his face red, and he also points to you, without a sword in his hand you note. Again. Kyojin is repeated along with words that you cannot make out. The word English is in there too.
This goes on for a few minutes, the two yelling at each other, each awkwardly pointing at you.
Before long, there is a moment in the incomprehensible argument in which Blond has spoken for a rather long time, quietness reigns the area.
Bandana sighs, loosens the tight grip on his blades, and nods, and replies with something very short and rough.
Blond nods, and turns toward you. His face a mixture of emotion. Fear, excitement, and uncertainty.
He manages to bring up a face of determination, before stopping his horse just a foot away from you, at least from your perspective.
A sentence of pure Japanese comes out of his mouth very slowly.
He waits.
And waits.
Deciding that now is a good time to give him some input, you shake your head.
With a knowing nod, he starts to speak a sentence of pure German.
You again, shake your head.
He nods once more.
He points to you, and in a very accented voice says "You...speak...English?"
You frantically nod and smile.
A smile comes to his face. "You...understand" He points to himself. "me?"
Again, you nod.
'Finally, things are looking up.' you think.
The Blonde loses his smile for a second and in pure apprehension asks you. "Do..you....eat....people?"
......
'What?'
....
'WHAT!?!'
[ ] No!!!! I don't eat people....What? Why?....Do you eat people?
[ ] People are friends. Not food.
[ ] Only with fava beans and a nice chianti.
[ ] Write in.
Enohthree
Hypersane
[x] No!!!! I don't eat people....What? Why?....Do you eat people?
This quest...
I say pick this, as it shows that Ken really has no idea whats going on here.
This quest...
I say pick this, as it shows that Ken really has no idea whats going on here.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
(OOC: Oh, dear. It has been awhile. Sorry about that. Finals and all....I still have some that are due by the 31st too, but enough that now, time for an update!
Also, since it's a bit obvious by now, anyone think I should request a mod to change the title so it can reflect what it is properly?)
[X] - "Hell no."
The very thought seems completely from left field to you, so you answer vehemently the first thing you thin.
"HELL NO." you shout at the blonde, the air actually pushing him and his horse back, as his face grimaces from your breath. The other two behind him tense, but that's all you can see from your peripheral vision, your focus still on the blonde. The scream echoes around the landscape for a few seconds. Movement catches your eye in the distance, and you can see that your voice has startled the birds all around. You look around, and note a great flock of black dots fill the sky in all directions before leaving in all directions that point away from you.
As you return your attention to the blonde, you can see that you've scared him, just as your appearance earlier did. His fear however dissolves into a face with resolve.
He speaks again in an accented voice.
"No?"
You reiterate your point quite more calmly.
"No. I have not, nor shall I ever, eat people."
His face slowly transforms. A mixture of relief and happiness takes his face.
"Really?" He asks you. The fact that he has to ask you is starting to make you worry. 'What kind of place is this...'
"Really."
The Blonde has a triumphant grin plastered upon his face, and he immediately turns to the other two miniature humans. A quick exchange of Japanese mixed with German (or German mixed with Japanese, you're unsure) happens between them. The other two seem to relax a bit more, but obviously not quite as relaxed as the blonde. Bandana states something with a tone in such a way you know he's asking a question, one that most certainly pertains to you. Again, the word English has been thrown around.
The blonde looks down at his horse, turns his head to you, and has a calculating look on his face. He turns back to the others.
Again, another exchange of a garbled language you can't make out happens. You start to fidget in place, uncomfortable with your confusion.
Before long, the bandana and pony tail look at each other, and have a small discussion of their own. They both turn towards you, an unreadable mask on their faces. Without even seeing what your own face looks like, you know your uneasiness must be clear to them.
The bandana one is saying something...directed at you, but you can't understand him. It seemed as he was threatening you though given the stern voice... Then he and the pony tail one start to ride off, in the same direction it seems the Barbie went. Their eyes turning back towards you ever so often, before completely focusing ahead.
As they fade into the distance you return your attention to the one person here who understands you and see that he has pulled his horse along side another horse you didn't see before.
"What did he say?" you ask.
The blonde looks at you with a strange expression on his face.
He sighs and answers. "I die. You die."
You're not sure exactly what to think, but your face uncontrollably grimaces.
He returns his attention to the animals, ties the other horse's reins to his own mount, and turns back to you.
"You follow me. Okay? Slowly, okay?" He speaks, obviously in a non-fluent matter.
You nod.
He nods in return, turns his attention towards where the Barbie was originally running towards when you were chasing her, and starts on a small trot.
You start to walk after him, but suddenly, there's more movement out of your peripheral vision to your left, and something that sounds like steam exiting a can.
You feel two somethings, like someone has stabbed you with pins near your neck and your left shoulder.
A tiny man, with blades in hand and an angry expression on his face, is flying around with one of those metal harness things, and he's trying to get to your neck!
[ ] DODGE!
[ ] Scream "Please tiny man, don't kill me!"
[ ] Cover your neck with your hand.
[ ] Kill him. Kill him now.
[ ] Write in.
Also, since it's a bit obvious by now, anyone think I should request a mod to change the title so it can reflect what it is properly?)
[X] - "Hell no."
The very thought seems completely from left field to you, so you answer vehemently the first thing you thin.
"HELL NO." you shout at the blonde, the air actually pushing him and his horse back, as his face grimaces from your breath. The other two behind him tense, but that's all you can see from your peripheral vision, your focus still on the blonde. The scream echoes around the landscape for a few seconds. Movement catches your eye in the distance, and you can see that your voice has startled the birds all around. You look around, and note a great flock of black dots fill the sky in all directions before leaving in all directions that point away from you.
As you return your attention to the blonde, you can see that you've scared him, just as your appearance earlier did. His fear however dissolves into a face with resolve.
He speaks again in an accented voice.
"No?"
You reiterate your point quite more calmly.
"No. I have not, nor shall I ever, eat people."
His face slowly transforms. A mixture of relief and happiness takes his face.
"Really?" He asks you. The fact that he has to ask you is starting to make you worry. 'What kind of place is this...'
"Really."
The Blonde has a triumphant grin plastered upon his face, and he immediately turns to the other two miniature humans. A quick exchange of Japanese mixed with German (or German mixed with Japanese, you're unsure) happens between them. The other two seem to relax a bit more, but obviously not quite as relaxed as the blonde. Bandana states something with a tone in such a way you know he's asking a question, one that most certainly pertains to you. Again, the word English has been thrown around.
The blonde looks down at his horse, turns his head to you, and has a calculating look on his face. He turns back to the others.
Again, another exchange of a garbled language you can't make out happens. You start to fidget in place, uncomfortable with your confusion.
Before long, the bandana and pony tail look at each other, and have a small discussion of their own. They both turn towards you, an unreadable mask on their faces. Without even seeing what your own face looks like, you know your uneasiness must be clear to them.
The bandana one is saying something...directed at you, but you can't understand him. It seemed as he was threatening you though given the stern voice... Then he and the pony tail one start to ride off, in the same direction it seems the Barbie went. Their eyes turning back towards you ever so often, before completely focusing ahead.
As they fade into the distance you return your attention to the one person here who understands you and see that he has pulled his horse along side another horse you didn't see before.
"What did he say?" you ask.
The blonde looks at you with a strange expression on his face.
He sighs and answers. "I die. You die."
You're not sure exactly what to think, but your face uncontrollably grimaces.
He returns his attention to the animals, ties the other horse's reins to his own mount, and turns back to you.
"You follow me. Okay? Slowly, okay?" He speaks, obviously in a non-fluent matter.
You nod.
He nods in return, turns his attention towards where the Barbie was originally running towards when you were chasing her, and starts on a small trot.
You start to walk after him, but suddenly, there's more movement out of your peripheral vision to your left, and something that sounds like steam exiting a can.
You feel two somethings, like someone has stabbed you with pins near your neck and your left shoulder.
A tiny man, with blades in hand and an angry expression on his face, is flying around with one of those metal harness things, and he's trying to get to your neck!
[ ] DODGE!
[ ] Scream "Please tiny man, don't kill me!"
[ ] Cover your neck with your hand.
[ ] Kill him. Kill him now.
[ ] Write in.
Charon
Let's pretend I have no idea what that means.
- Location
- Olympia, Washington
[X] Scream "Please tiny man, don't kill me!"
[X] Cover your neck with your hand.
Everyone's probably figured it out by now, but since it hasn't actually been said, I'm like 99.9% sure this is taking place in Attack on Titan.
[X] Cover your neck with your hand.
Everyone's probably figured it out by now, but since it hasn't actually been said, I'm like 99.9% sure this is taking place in Attack on Titan.
Yup it attack on Titan. We are now a Titan. I only have one question how tall are we? Dee sing on that we will know how well we can run this.
[x] hand over neck
We are invincible.
[x] hand over neck
We are invincible.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
(OOC: I'M ALIVE. Yeah, I really should have updated sooner, so humblest apologies.
Since this is a very belated update and on a completely different website, here's tags to inform:
@Vindictus @frostgiant @kinglugia @Charon @Enohthree @Cyanios @CrossyCross @TakoPako
I doubt I'll even update the Spacebattles thread, so apologies if you were looking forward to duel updates.
I doubt I could follow the same idea if it splintered too hard. Anyways enough OOC and more IC.)
[X] Scream "Please tiny man, don't kill me!"
[X] Cover your neck with your hand.
Reacting on an overriding instinct, you raise your left hand and grasp your neck to protect it. For some reason, you just know that if you let his toothpick sized blades hit you there, you would die.
With a frightened voice, you scream, "Please tiny man, don't kill me!" as you stare at the small assaulter.
His fierce demeanor instantly evaporates into full blown shock and confusion.
You hear a shout coming from in front of you, obviously from your blonde companion.
"REINER!"
The flying Lilliputian you're focusing on turns his face towards the blonde....before zooming out of your sight behind you.
Two sharp tiny pricks of pain notify you that the tiny zooming rocket of a person is actually attached to you.
You crane your head around from your left to your right, and can make out the little figure still in the air.
Suddenly, the pain goes away, and you can barely make out two wires attaching you to the human mosquito going from tight to limp.
'So that's what that was...'
The tiny figure shifts in the air, and he is now facing you again. You can only make out his features barely as you squint.
You see a gust of steam coming from the small man's metal harness, and see two shiny objects slam into the nearby ground.
The gust of steam shuts off....and on....off...and on...and off, as the steam-powered jet slows the man down and gets him closer and closer to the ground safely...
With the quietest "Oomph!" the man rolls as he hits the ground, and is catapulted into an unsteady stand.
You see the blonde on the horse come into your vision start shouting more gibberish.
You hear the new figure, another blonde, the one that is likely named Reiner, return in equal amounts of gibberish. He's a bit taller than the other, and his hair is much shorter.
Maybe you should ask the short ones' name and stop thinking about him as blondy?
Again, you are left there standing as more people talk without you understanding anything.
Unlike the last time, the talking is a lot more peaceful it seems.
After a few awkward seconds of just standing still...you start to take deep breaths.
You could have just died!
....Which confuses you....
That guy had the equivalent of a toothpick, how the hell could you have "died?"
You can't answer that question. You don't know how it would have killed, only that you know for sure that it would...
As you stand there questioning your mental competence, you blink from an uncomfortable yet familiar feeling.
Being stared at.
You look back down, and see the two blond males looking at you.
Reiner, the guy who almost killed you....you think, is just looking at you with the most confused look on his face.
He says something to you.
You immediately respond. "I don't understand..."
The shorter blonde regains the attention of the taller, and their conversation continues.
As you stand their, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, they speak to one another in their language. The word "English" yet again tossed around.
What feels like minutes to you, which you know only seconds have passed, the short blonde looks back to you.
"Everything...is...okay...now." he says reassuringly.
"Okay? He almost killed me!" You say as a matter of fact. Slowly doubt fills your face. "I think..."
"You....do not know?" He asks.
"I...don't know..." You answer back unsure.
He slowly nods with a bit of confusion. "Well...he did...almost....kill you."
With a bit of disbelief, you ask "How?"
A few different facial expressions take up his face. Confusion, frustration, among others.
"I do not...have the words...right, but....let me...try."
He points back to his own neck. "For you....if cut...deep..." His face shows he is thinking. "...e...nough?" Spoken in a bit of a questioning tone. "You.." He frowns. "Die."
You frown with your lips going as wide as they can. A sound that can only be written down as "Ewelll" escapes your throat.
The non-familiar blonde frowns a bit...shamefully, you think.
The short blond speaks back to Reiner for a few seconds. The other nods.
With a nod of the head, the short blonde hands over the reins of the second horse, and the man takes his place on the saddle.
He talks a bit with the short blonde and then heads off into the distance.
As you watch him ride away, you notice he is heading in the same direction as Barbie was originally.
"Where's he going?" You ask.
"Have idea. You...different. Others...will...try to kill...you. Have to explain....ahead of time. Then we continue to command..."
Your overall confusion hasn't gone down since you woke up this wonderful day, but whatever makes people not murder you is a good thing, right?
"So....we're waiting here?" You focus back on the short blonde.
"For short time...yes."
You look back to where Reiner rode off to, and notice a purple signal flare rise into the sky some distance away.
You sigh.
You look over back to blondy.
"So...what's your name?"
He blinks. "Armin." A bit of contemplation enters his face.
"Do you...have name?"
[ ] "..I...I don't remember. I don't remember my name..."
[ ] "My...name?"
[ ] "...Who am I?"
[ ] Write in.
Since this is a very belated update and on a completely different website, here's tags to inform:
@Vindictus @frostgiant @kinglugia @Charon @Enohthree @Cyanios @CrossyCross @TakoPako
I doubt I'll even update the Spacebattles thread, so apologies if you were looking forward to duel updates.
I doubt I could follow the same idea if it splintered too hard. Anyways enough OOC and more IC.)
[X] Scream "Please tiny man, don't kill me!"
[X] Cover your neck with your hand.
Reacting on an overriding instinct, you raise your left hand and grasp your neck to protect it. For some reason, you just know that if you let his toothpick sized blades hit you there, you would die.
With a frightened voice, you scream, "Please tiny man, don't kill me!" as you stare at the small assaulter.
His fierce demeanor instantly evaporates into full blown shock and confusion.
You hear a shout coming from in front of you, obviously from your blonde companion.
"REINER!"
The flying Lilliputian you're focusing on turns his face towards the blonde....before zooming out of your sight behind you.
Two sharp tiny pricks of pain notify you that the tiny zooming rocket of a person is actually attached to you.
You crane your head around from your left to your right, and can make out the little figure still in the air.
Suddenly, the pain goes away, and you can barely make out two wires attaching you to the human mosquito going from tight to limp.
'So that's what that was...'
The tiny figure shifts in the air, and he is now facing you again. You can only make out his features barely as you squint.
You see a gust of steam coming from the small man's metal harness, and see two shiny objects slam into the nearby ground.
The gust of steam shuts off....and on....off...and on...and off, as the steam-powered jet slows the man down and gets him closer and closer to the ground safely...
With the quietest "Oomph!" the man rolls as he hits the ground, and is catapulted into an unsteady stand.
You see the blonde on the horse come into your vision start shouting more gibberish.
You hear the new figure, another blonde, the one that is likely named Reiner, return in equal amounts of gibberish. He's a bit taller than the other, and his hair is much shorter.
Maybe you should ask the short ones' name and stop thinking about him as blondy?
Again, you are left there standing as more people talk without you understanding anything.
Unlike the last time, the talking is a lot more peaceful it seems.
After a few awkward seconds of just standing still...you start to take deep breaths.
You could have just died!
....Which confuses you....
That guy had the equivalent of a toothpick, how the hell could you have "died?"
You can't answer that question. You don't know how it would have killed, only that you know for sure that it would...
As you stand there questioning your mental competence, you blink from an uncomfortable yet familiar feeling.
Being stared at.
You look back down, and see the two blond males looking at you.
Reiner, the guy who almost killed you....you think, is just looking at you with the most confused look on his face.
He says something to you.
You immediately respond. "I don't understand..."
The shorter blonde regains the attention of the taller, and their conversation continues.
As you stand their, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, they speak to one another in their language. The word "English" yet again tossed around.
What feels like minutes to you, which you know only seconds have passed, the short blonde looks back to you.
"Everything...is...okay...now." he says reassuringly.
"Okay? He almost killed me!" You say as a matter of fact. Slowly doubt fills your face. "I think..."
"You....do not know?" He asks.
"I...don't know..." You answer back unsure.
He slowly nods with a bit of confusion. "Well...he did...almost....kill you."
With a bit of disbelief, you ask "How?"
A few different facial expressions take up his face. Confusion, frustration, among others.
"I do not...have the words...right, but....let me...try."
He points back to his own neck. "For you....if cut...deep..." His face shows he is thinking. "...e...nough?" Spoken in a bit of a questioning tone. "You.." He frowns. "Die."
You frown with your lips going as wide as they can. A sound that can only be written down as "Ewelll" escapes your throat.
The non-familiar blonde frowns a bit...shamefully, you think.
The short blond speaks back to Reiner for a few seconds. The other nods.
With a nod of the head, the short blonde hands over the reins of the second horse, and the man takes his place on the saddle.
He talks a bit with the short blonde and then heads off into the distance.
As you watch him ride away, you notice he is heading in the same direction as Barbie was originally.
"Where's he going?" You ask.
"Have idea. You...different. Others...will...try to kill...you. Have to explain....ahead of time. Then we continue to command..."
Your overall confusion hasn't gone down since you woke up this wonderful day, but whatever makes people not murder you is a good thing, right?
"So....we're waiting here?" You focus back on the short blonde.
"For short time...yes."
You look back to where Reiner rode off to, and notice a purple signal flare rise into the sky some distance away.
You sigh.
You look over back to blondy.
"So...what's your name?"
He blinks. "Armin." A bit of contemplation enters his face.
"Do you...have name?"
[ ] "..I...I don't remember. I don't remember my name..."
[ ] "My...name?"
[ ] "...Who am I?"
[ ] Write in.
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