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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jul 29, 2013 19:09:47 GMT -5
The Dayman took the full brunt of the cyclone blast and began to slide across the floor, as his intimidating social status kept him from falling backwards in an embarrassing manner. With his forearms blocking his face, he looked backwards to see himself closing in on the nearest wall. He caught a glimpse of his flowing cape and his eyes widened as an idea began to form.
Of course! My cloak has its own independent wind source that keeps it fluttering even without a breeze! Perhaps it may disrupt the collision of high and low pressure air flows and dissipate the cyclone!
The Dayman smirked and clasped the ends of his cloak. He stuck out his powerful chest, which shown through his incredibly royal dimension shattering deep v neck suit, and opened his cloak to catch the cyclone.
Unfortunately, his intentions were entirely misguided. The cloak simply filled with air and sent The Dayman hurtling through the air and up the cyclone. Spinning endlessly he rose up to a height that rivaled the literal creepy ass horror moon before plummeting back to the battle ground. He fell codpiece first, placing a glorious crotch size indention into the ground in front of the audience.
He rolled over and released the clasp on his infinity belt and bellowed.
"If a tentacle clad booping you want, then a tentacle clad booping thee shall receive!! RELEASE THE BOOPEN!!!
A swarm of tentacles forced their way out of the belt and a giant booping land squid began squidding across the battle ground and his tentacles stretch forth throughout the entire arena and endlessly booping the audience members. Poor Welshy was booped clear through the adjacent wall. Diane simply used her grace to ward off the attack effortlessly, and Prince Elton bent over and dropped his royal trousers...for...some...unforeseeable reason....
The land squid's beak opened and a shrill filled the air. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
His mighty tentacles threw themselves at Xeltyr.
"Take that Xeltyr Skelter!"
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Post by Mizagium on Jul 30, 2013 2:17:15 GMT -5
Xeltyr clutched at his chest where the Boopen had booped him and began breathing heavily. He stared at the Dayman, eyes wide with fear. Sweat dripped down his forehead. “No…” Xeltyr was no stranger to fear. In the world he had come from, fear was a basic survival technique. Everyone lived and died, terrified to their very souls.
But this fear was something different.
“You don’t understand what you’ve done,” Xeltyr struggled to shout at the Dayman. “Why would you do this? You’ve awakened it…”
Wind stirred and began to swirl around him, gathering in intensity until it roared with the force of a hurricane. It tore at the stage, tossing about the various creepy set pieces like plywood in a twister. Even the creepy moon seemed wary and tried to scoot away. At the exact center of the eye, Xeltyr stood, holding in his beating heart, feeling as his body stretched and groaned under the stress of what quickened within him.
And suddenly, the mini hurricane collapsed inward, forming a sphere of winds that slowly contracted around Xeltyr, who screamed the whole time. Finally it closed around him, and rebounded, rushing out over the dwindling audience and the Dayman. And there stood Xeltyr.
Except he seemed different.
His hair now seemed to glow green and appeared to have been spiked up during the wind storm. The irises of his eyes were replaced with spinning hurricanes and the pupils had contracted to a pinprick. Great evanescent wings protruded from his back, glittering in the light, but eerily transparent. Xeltyr no longer touched the ground, but hovered just above it.
“I awake.” He spoke with two voices; a deeper, more malign voice echoed just behind his own. “Ehecatl – Demon of the Four Winds.” More ghostly feathers appeared over his arms and legs, and smaller wings could be seen on his ankles and wrists. Were those claws over his hands?
“This…world. It feels…fresh. The Rot has not come to this one yet.” Ehecatl recalled the world he had come from, the rotting, fallow world, foolishly trying to stave off the End, when such a resistance was throwing stones at the sun to stop it from setting. There, it had no world to take. There, it had been one prison after another. The Flying Land, the Boy. That Infernal Pendant…how he hated it. Perhaps he could take his anger out on this mortal in front of him.
“You are called…the Dayman…” Ehecatl snarled. “I once knew a being of a similar title. He and I…we did not get on well.” The Demon-possessed Xeltyr extended his arms and small hurricanes formed in them. Thick clouds covered the sky, blocking out the creepy moon. “Waters and winds of the sky, bend to my will and obey my command. In my absence you have run rampant, but no longer. I had returned to reclaim my throne in the heavens.”
Torrential rain poured down upon the arena. Lighting struck the playing field at random, dangerously close to the Dayman. But that was not his true aim.
He took wing and vanished above the clouds, above the storm. His actions were hidden to all, but his voice rang throughout.
“Skydrop.”
The storm parted, was pushed aside, as Ehecatl seized the creepy moon in his claws and, with a shattering roar, heaved it forward, sending the heavenly body down upon the puny form of the Dayman and the stadium around him.
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Post by Calefrun on Jul 30, 2013 2:19:10 GMT -5
Cetis sat intently staring at his watch. Every now and then one of the Boopen's tentacles would boop in his direction, and he would just counter-boop with his own wiggly appendages. After a minute or so of booping and antibooping, he stood up. "Hey, Hioma," he called, "I've got somewhere I've gotta be. If you would be so kind, please write me back in here when it's my turn again."
He pressed a button on his watch, and a portal opened next to him. He changed back into Cale Efrun and stepped through, closing it behind him.
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At that moment an angry looking man with a lobster claw for an arm portaled his way into the stands. "ALRIGHT SQUID, WHERE ARE YOU?"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Aug 1, 2013 1:37:58 GMT -5
The nightmare inducing moon came hurtling towards The Dayman. As the screaming (no literally, he was pretty pissed about being thrown you know) satellite made its way closer to the arena The Prince's feet began to slide across the floor as the gravitational field of the moon filled the area. Before he lost his footing altogether, he took his chance and jumped straight at the enraged moon and flew straight into the mouth of space face before it crashed into the ground.
The Dayman smiled and his royal teeth shown through the darkness of the insides of the creepy moon. He used his dazzling smile and ostentatious codpiece to light his way through the cavern and towards a faint yellow light in the distance.
"Well...that will certainly do..."
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Graceful and composed as ever to masked the horror of seeing her husband disappear beneath the space rubble, Diane hid her tears and refused to take her eyes off of the scene.
Dammit Ali, what have you done this time. You are always so reckless.
As she glared at the mostly shattered moon she noticed a small area at the darkside of the creepy moon that begin to light up and almost looked as if it were melting.
What is...
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"Just...a little bit...more.....NOW!"
The Dayman burst through the darkside of the creepy moon with a giant fire hose. It was linked to the molten cheese filled core of the moon, and it was especially hot seeing as how the moon was still pretty pissed about being thrown to earth.
"Take this!"
He turned the hose on full tilt as a laminar flow of moon cheese sought its way after Ehecat in The Dayman's attempt to dampen the demon's feathers and ground him.
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 2, 2013 15:48:55 GMT -5
"Moon cheese, I should have foreseen this," Ehecatl growled. The viscus goop weighed him down (although, not his ephemeral wings), and brought him the ground. "But you've been clouding my thoughts."
Get used to it, demon, Xeltyr said, somewhere within.
Ehecatl summoned a rainstorm around him and washed the cheese away. Then he turned his attention to the Dayman. "The longer you stay in the sky, the more you trespass in my domain!" The air crackled with energy and bright flashes lit up the arena. Ehecatl raised his claw - "Stormfist." - and clenched it, sending hundred of lightning bolts arcing into the Dayman.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Aug 2, 2013 16:09:40 GMT -5
Luckily, The Dayman's glorious codpiece acted as a lightning rod and...Hey! Hey what are you...stop! Stop that! Stop booping me you infernal...ouch! Hey! Help!
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Welshy walked over to where The Dayman's personal narrator was now lying on the floor, quite unconscious from all the land squid booping (since it seems that no one resolved that issue). He hunched his ancient trimmering body and picked up the royal narrator's microphone.
"No worries sir, I shall assume this commoner's duties until he awakens. Ahem, no where were we."
Luckily, The Dayman's glorious codpiece acted as a lightning rod and attracted the Stormfist. The Dayman then did a cartwheel and thrusted his tingling testicle tank into the face of Ehecatl and sent the electricity right back to him.
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 5, 2013 9:43:33 GMT -5
Ehecatl recoiled from the redirected crotch-lightning. It shouldn't have even phased him, but his mind was currently being deliberately clouded by Xeltyr.
9999999 bottles of ale on the wall, 9999999 bottles of ale! Take half down, divide it by three, 1666666.5 bottles of ale on the wall!
"You are quickly becoming a pain," the demon lord growled.
Then get out.
"You don't get to give me orders, human!"
Yeah? Well, the problem with that is, I'm stronger than you right now. I struggled with you my entire life, always hearing you whisper in the back of my head, always fending off your attempts to seize control...and you know what? I was winning. You only got this far because of the most unlikely attack ever. So maybe you are one of the Demon Lords, but you only know how to attack. Ehecatl felt his limbs weaken and he sank to the floor. But I know how to CONTAIN!
Ehecatl roared with indignant fury as control over the body weakened. "No! "No no no no no no no no! Never again! I will not be imprisoned again!" His voice shifted slightly. "Dayman! Do it! Finish this while I have him restrained!"
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Aug 5, 2013 15:34:30 GMT -5
"As you wish Xeltyr! I have been waiting to use this our entire fight."
The Dayman took off his infinity belt and placed it on the ground buckle down. He opened it up and stood on top of the belt which began to rise up into the air at an alarming rate. It was being pushed through the arena and up into the sky where the creepy moon used to loom over the battleground. Beneath it, the shape of a giant stone mesoamerican pyramid began to show. The final tip of the pyramid emerged and The Dayman lept from the belt and onto the structure, positioning himself next to a large stone table that was set before a large fire pit.
"No psuedo-mesoamerican deity could ever withstand a proper virgin sacrifice!! Your time will soon be finished demon!"
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Prince Elton began to sob silently to himself.
He is so magnificent...he has to win, but then everyone will know my secret...
Rainbows began to protrude from his fingertips and he jettisoned himself up to the top of the pyramid and laid down on the alter.
"I offer myself as tribute my love! I will have you be the first to penetrate my body one way or another!! For royal love!!"
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"Your sacrifice will not soon be forgotten friend."
The Dayman swiftly used some crude period tools from the alter to cut out the Prince's bleeding heart (see what I did there) and tossed it into the fire.
"You are finished demon!"
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 6, 2013 0:17:36 GMT -5
Fabio-Ridley shrugged rather theatrically. "LOL what's a mesoamerica?"
But Ehecatl felt his power drain the instant Prince Elton's heart touched the flames. Sucks being a blood-demon, eh? The holographic wings and claws and feathers faded away into the air, leaving the exhausted form of Xeltyr clutching at his chest.
"Silence! I will not be spoken to like..."
Like what? Like a punk?
"Xeltyr...you know this isn't the end..."
Yeah yeah. Now gimmie back my body
His body curled into the fetal position and gasped for breath. "I...will..."
GIMMIE.
With a final snarl, Xeltyr slumped over. His breathing stabilized. "He's...gone...for now. Match over. You win."
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Post by Monika on Aug 7, 2013 21:02:22 GMT -5
Hioma stood up from her precarious position on the lifeguard tower and started clapping. "Wonderful!" she cheered. "A struggle with an ancient demon culminating in a noble sacrifice by a lovelorn ghost...This tournament couldn't be going better!"
"Quite right, milady," Zelmon agreed. "I suppose this means that the Dayman is the victor of this fight. No surprises there...Congratulations!"
"Alright, Zelmon. Who's up next. We're nearing the end of the tournament, aren't we?"
"Correct, milady. We are now heading to the semifinal round. According to the list, the next fight is between..." Zelmon read from the tournament bracket, his eyes widening in surprise. "Well, it would appear that the next battle is between Jeffrey Valentine and you, Lady Hioma."
"Hmm?" Hioma glanced over Zelmon's shoulder at the list of combatants, and she and Jeffrey were indeed up next. "Well, this is a surprise. I haven't fought in so long that I actually forgot I was still in the tournament!" she laughed sheepishly. She carefully climbed to the bottom of her tower, approached her opponent and asked him, "Alrighty, Jeff. I don't suppose there's any way we can resolve this peacefully?"
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 8, 2013 0:28:04 GMT -5
With a headache pounding in the back of his head (seriously, what? an ancient demon and a virgin sacrifice? and this whole time he had been thinking the story was rated E10+) Jeff hopped onto the devastated battlefield.
What's weird is that he was actually a little terrified. Not of Hioma, per se, but of her alter ego. He hadn't forgotten that SHE was the entire reason they were even here in a tournament.
"Peacefully?" Jeff shrugged and rubbed the pain spot. "I mean...I'm up for whatever way doesn't result in you pairing me up with someone. Unless, you know, she's pretty good looking." Hey, a man can dream.
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Xeltyr disappeared from the stadium after his match had concluded, retreating a safe distance to meditate and replace his mental wards around Ehecatl.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Aug 8, 2013 0:38:33 GMT -5
The Dayman, exhausted and covered in moon cheese, shuffled his way over to his beloved bride and collapsed into her. She began to pat her royal husband on his back and her endless grace began to revitalize him.
"You did so well my love. I am proud of you as always."
"Yes...yes I know dear. I do not deserve your thanks, that belongs to Prince Elton. That bumbling fool was never fit to bare the royal title bestowed upon him by his ancestors, certainly not in the way that you and I both are. I felt that he was nothing but a scar upon the face of royalty everywhere, just a blemish that royalty everywhere would cheer when finally vanished. But...today he showed his true colors. His...vibrant...rainbowy colors. I do wish a better fate for him."
Slowly, a blushing ghost began to rise behind the shoulder of The Dayman and hover above the couple. Prince Elton tensed his ghost body and let out a high pitched squeal. He began prancing about, twirling and shooting off rainbows in all directions.
"Oh I knew you cared my prince! I knew it all along! I told you that one day I would prove myself to you!! Oh happy day!!!
The Dayman began to grimace secretly to his bride and whisper.."Well thank royalty he isn't back into a tangible form. He can't touch us anymore. So there is that I suppose..."
Prince Elton had ghost danced his way over to the unconscious narrator over at the edge of the battlefield and dove into his chest. Our friendly neighborhood narrator was now conscious again. He pranced over to Welshy and snatched his microphone from the butler's old decrepit hands and shouted.
"Now its my time to call the shots!! The Dayman tossed his horribly atrocious bride to the ground and ran over to me, the super spectacular narrator, and began to disrobe for all to see! And then crouched onto his knees to.."
"NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO!! Fool. That is NOT how that works. You are to say things that I am doing and saying, not what you wish for me to do. Honestly, have you been paying attention at all to how this works?"
The disappointed possessed narrator frowned and let out a heavy sigh, a sigh so heavy that the ghost of Prince Elton flew out of the royal narrator's body and began to float around the arena once again.
"Well that is no fun. He can have his job back now."
The narrator was now conscious and quite befuddled, but assumed his natural duties anyway. And yes, that was me just saying so. I am glad to be back in your service again my prince.
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Post by Monika on Aug 26, 2013 18:40:33 GMT -5
"Pretty good looking, hmm?" Hioma readied her Pen, opening her Notebook to a blank page. "Alright, Jeff. Tell me a little about yourself. Birthplace, likes, dislikes, stuff like that. I think I might be able to find just the girl for you. I'll set you guys up on an extravagant date and Zelmon can have me announced as the victor. This way, we both get to walk away happy and unscathed."
"Milady, is that really in the spirit of the tournament? I mean-"
"I think the spirit of the tournament is interested in resolving the remaining conflicts in a timely manner, Zelmon," Hioma explained. "This has been going on for quite a while, hasn't it? We still have things to do, you know."
Zelmon shrugged. "I just joined this party, so I don't know, actually. But if Mr. Valentine agrees with the arrangement, I can't really say 'no'."
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 26, 2013 23:20:30 GMT -5
Jeff blinked a few times. She was going along with it. Of course she was going along with it.
"Oh. Uh...shouldn't you know this stuff already? Aren't you like the Guardian of Love or some ish? Also I think we're from the same dimension...(I'm pretty sure you were on the news) but ok. Uh. Born: Let's just say the United States because, on the off chance that this group visits where we're from, I don't want them to know only one specific location. I like...things. I dunno. I didn't do a whole lot back home, so..." He shrugged. "But I don't like people who stand around all day complaining. And yes, I am aware of the irony."
All the Ridleys and Xeltyr exchanged a shrug. What was even happening.
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Post by Monika on Aug 27, 2013 21:01:11 GMT -5
"Well, you're certainly not giving me much to work with, Jeff..." Hioma pressed her finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Although I can't say I didn't expect this kind of response," she admitted. "Well, let's see here...Likes things. Doesn't like complainers...Probably won't get a girl from Earth since she'd probably run away at the first sight of Fabio-Ridley. Hmm..." Hioma flipped through the pages in her Notebook of Fate!, frantically trying to recall a character that could meet Jeff's oh-so-stringent specifications.
"Oooh!" Hioma stopped abruptly on one page near the end of her book. "This one ought to do it! Alright, then. Here goes!" She turned to a blank page in her book and began furiously scribbling away at it with the Pen of Love! "Just as she was about to rest once more in the City of Mists, Sarina suddenly found herself standing in front of the legendary matchmaker, Hioma."
Once the final letter had been penned, a fair skinned, blue haired girl dressed in a black camisole and pair of jeans appeared in front of Hioma. A guitar was strapped to her back and a sword was fitted at her side. "This certainly isn't that city. I'm guessing I was teleported here," the girl noted, rather unfazed. She certainly was no stranger to dimension crossing. But then again, who was?
Hioma waved eagerly at the newcomer, smiling all the while.
"Do I...know you?" the girl asked.
"Nope!" Hioma shouted cheerfully. "But you can get to know him." Hioma forcefully grabbed Sarina's shoulders and rotated her toward Jeffrey. "Tell me, Sarina. How do you feel about that guy right there?"
"He's pretty cute, I guess. Semi-heroic looking." Sarina turned back to Hioma, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "How do you know my name?"
"Never mind that," Hioma dismissed her. "You two have a date to go on! Now, what's something suitable for a first date...Got it!" Hioma once again inked a new reality into her Notebook. "Eager for a change in scenery after the battle between Xeltyr and the Dayman, Hioma and the rest of the tournament-goers appeared in a roller skating rink, even larger than the frightening moon they had just narrowly escaped. Jeffrey and Sarina found themselves on the floor with well-fitting roller blades placed snugly around their feet. The rest of the group settled into the roller rink's video arcade, occupying themselves with dozens of games."
And so it was. A fabulous roller rink materialized around the group, with Jeffrey and the unsuspecting Sarina thrust onto the slippery surface. A few dozen racing games, shooting games and crane games (all rigged, of course) were situated around everyone else.
"What in the-? W-What am I wearing?" Sarina was having a particularly difficult time balancing on her roller blades, never having skated before. "S-Someone, get me out of these things!"
"And Sarina began rolling at top speed on a crash course straight for Jeff!" Hioma wrote. Sure enough, Sarina was now rolling rather quickly toward poor/lucky Mr. Valentine. "Hey, Jeff! You might want to catch her!" Hioma suggested.
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 27, 2013 21:41:32 GMT -5
With his lightning reflexes, Jeff managed to catch Sarina and (with help from his barriers) avoid a terribly cliched moment where they both collapsed on each other awkwardly. Hear that? He avoided it.
"Ehehehehe," he laughed for a bit too long. "I...ah...hi. I'm Jeffrey."
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Post by Monika on Aug 28, 2013 21:01:33 GMT -5
"Um, t-thank you..." Sarina blushed as she was caught by Jeff, hastily trying to get her bearings and avoid a potentially embarrassing moment. She was unsuccessful. Still unused to the entire concept of roller skating, she completely botched her second attempt at getting up and instinctively latched onto Jeff's arm to avoid falling. Opting not to try for a third time, she clung to Jeff and said, "I'm Sarina. It's, um, nice to meet you, Jeffrey." Not entirely sure of where their conversation should go from here, she decided to glean some information about her surroundings. "Do you know where we are? And what kind of shoes are these?" "Aww, they're getting along sooooo well! They make such a cute couple!" Hioma sighed, leaning against the protective railing around the skating area. She jotted something down in her Notebook and a beautiful ballad began playing over the arena's speaker system. |
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 29, 2013 14:32:14 GMT -5
Jeff sighed a long, heavy sigh. "Those are roller skates. We...skate on them. It's fun for most people. As for where you are...ok, this is going to sound very crazy. We're the middle of a tournament to win wedding rings for a pair of dragon-like creatures of whose wedding ceremony we are technically in the middle. All this is so the guy - the one with...with the codpiece - will help us fight the rest of the dragons so we can acquire the...I don't remember what color, but the Keystone of Esteros (that's where we are, Esteros) so we can save the world or something."
He coughed. "And she" he pointed at Hioma "offered to set me up on a date instead of fighting. And so she brought you here. I didn't think she'd actually do it. Or that you'd be so..." he turned red and looked away hastily.
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Post by Monika on Aug 31, 2013 0:20:44 GMT -5
"Heh. Well, that's certainly not the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Sarina chuckled. "And I guess it's not a bad thing that she brought me here..." Sarina glanced over at Hioma who, quite pleased with the results of the date thus far, was beaming ecstatically. "You said that this roller skating is supposed to be fun for most people, right, Jeff? Show me." Smiling, she tightened her grip around Jeff's arm and braced herself for more rolling. Hopefully this time would go a bit more smoothly.
Meanwhile, Zelmon casually approached Hioma after having breezed through one of the arcade games - Super Road Fighter VI Hyper Tournament Edition. He was surprisingly good at it for a paladin who had never touched a video game before. "Playing a tournament is certainly a lot less stressful than refereeing one," he noted. "Lady Hioma, how do you do it?"
"Hmm? What do you mean, Zelmon?" Hioma replied absently, still gazing at Jeffrey and Sarina.
"This Love and matchmaking business. How do you do it? I need to understand it if I am to be an effective Love Crusader."
Hioma finally managed to break her stare at the roller skaters and turned toward Zelmon. "Well, I guess it's about understanding people," Hioma started. "Love is a universal language. Everyone, regardless of age, gender or status, is able to learn it. Look around you, Zelmon. What do you see?"
"A large skating facility and over a dozen people (and dragons and pterodactyls) who under normal circumstances would probably never be here under one roof," Zelmon answered.
"Exactly. The individuals in this group are pretty different from one another. Trosdan is as distinct from the Dayman as humanly possible. And the Dayman and Fabio-Ridley, while from the same nation, aren't even from the same species. And Jeff...Well, he probably fits into this group the least! Yet each one of them has found a significant other. Trosdan and Vyn are over there blushing and giggling like a couple of teenage girls. It's kind of cute, isn't it?"
"Isn't Trosdan over a hundred...?"
Hioma ignored him. "Jeff and Sarina are acting much the same way. The Dayman is married to Diane, and Fabio-Ridley is bound to be married as soon as this tournament ends. Despite all of their differences, each one has found an ideal match. If you can understand people, then you can learn their particular dialect of Love, to carry on with this language analogy. Then, it's just a matter of finding someone with a complementary dialect and pairing them off. I hope that makes sense."
"In a way, milady."
"Honestly, I've never given it much thought. Eventually, you just sort of pick up on these things. I'll think about it some more and get back to you with a revised lesson. One thing is for certain, though: Unless you understand what Love means to you, you cannot hope to understand what it means to others."
"And just how am I supposed to do that, Lady Hioma? As a paladin, I know not of Love - only loyalty. And, truthfully, I'm not even sure I fully understood that." Silently, he attempted to brush aside the thought of his defection from Evennia, the Queen of Storms.
Smiling, Hioma answered, "Well, if understanding Love begins with understanding people, then understanding your own sense of Love would begin with..."
"Understanding myself," Zelmon finished. "I see, milady. Thank you." Zelmon bowed and walked back over to the arcade for a bit of serious reflection.
"Mmhmm. Good luck, Zelmon."
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Post by Mizagium on Aug 31, 2013 0:56:59 GMT -5
"Alright," Jeff said with a grin. "Hang on."
It wasn't that he had forgotten about the audience that was staring intently at him (well, ok, they were kind of yawning and falling asleep. You know, the six or seven that hadn't been mercilessly slaughtered so far. At least one was speaking in tongues and thrashing about, but we'll get to her in a moment), it was just...Jeff didn't care. And it wasn't his usual brand of not caring. No no no. This was a different sort of not caring.
It was weird. Rolling about that rink was...fun. And truthfully, Jeff hadn't had fun since coming to Cardinalos.
"So, uh, Sarina. Where, uh, are you from?"
And he had almost forgotten what normal conversation was like.
Elsewhere, up in the stands, the aforementioned parenthetical maddened audience member continued to thrash about. Curious, Xeltyr prodded her with a long stick he had inexplicably acquired. "Hey. Hey crazy lady. Quit that."
She continued to babble. Then it occurred to him. "Oh wait. I know that language. Ehecatl speaks it." So he threw himself upon the floor and began to thrash about, speaking incoherently. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if the two were having a conversation.
Almost.
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