08-05-2017, 07:50 PM
“Well that’s enough gawking!” Sonny didn’t break stride, leaving their question simply hanging in the air. “We’ve got things to see, people to do, darklings to kill...” He lifted his arm up glance at the Liberator Aide.
“You uh... sure you’re fine to continue?” Jim said after a moment, nodding towards his mangled stump, amongst the many other injuries he possessed. The sun spirit glanced over to said wound. Blood still slowly seeped from it, dissolving away into shimmering light as it touched air.
“Oh, this?” He lifted his arm up, waving it a bit. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t use my hands anyway.”
“Er, you just got done punching a lot of things,” the soldier responded, referring to Summer’s exploits within the ruins.
“That was my other half,” Sonny said, dropping his hand again. “We’re two halves of the same being, like a coin.”
“So... Sonny? Are you the same or...”
“Nope! I’m the immoveable object to Summer’s unstoppable force,” he explained. “You’ll see what I mean later. For now, could you see if there’s any verses that still need liberating? We can’t be the last.“ Jim simply nodded in response. “And Sun!” the spirit turned to face the monkey boy, “Keep an eye out. There might be darklings still on the prowl, and I need a few minutes to conjure us up some transportation.”
“Can do!” Sun responded enthusiastically, already leaning against his sentient staff lazily. It raised a few protests at this, which Sonny paid no mind to, instead turning away from his two allies and facing a large, empty space where he could summon a vehicle.
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“And here we are!” Sonny announced grandly. It’d taken him a fair bit of time, as making transportation always did, but now they had a way to quickly cross the Dunes. Parked in the sand right in front of the radiant spirit was a large, tan humvee. Not usually his first choice in vehicles, but a horse wouldn’t seat three people. “You know how to drive this thing, Jim?” The sun spirit asked, turning around the face the soldier.
“What, you don’t?” he cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d you summon it then?”
“I do, I’d just rather spend time, you know,” the youkai waved his stump up. “Patching myself up a bit.”
“And you think I don’t want to fix myself up too?” Jim said crossing his arms. Sonny simply responded by continuing to wave his mangled hand. “Fine. We’re switchin’ out when you finish that up though.” The brown-haired man stepped past him, looping around to the driver’s side. Sonny pulled open the passenger side door, plopped into the seat, strapped in, and began concentrating immediately.
“So where are we heading to?” Sun said as he hopped into one of the back seats. The engine roared to life, before Jim answered.
“Ashen Steppes looks like it’s in some trouble, so we’re heading there first,” the soldier answered over the loud growl of the humvee.
“Couldn’t’ve made this any quieter, could you have?” He spoke a rhetorical question to the still form of Sonny. The sun spirit didn’t respond, too focused on shaping the rainbow coalescence into a first-aid kit. Slowly, the world outside the windows melded together into one big, sandy blur as the truck started forward.
“Uh...” Sun let out a loud hum from the back. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”
“This thing was sitting out in the sun while it was being summoned,” Jim answered, fabric shuffling about as he reached for something out of Sonny’s sight. “This thing doesn’t have ac either. Looks like we’re outta luck on that front.”
“Aww...” An incredibly disappointed sigh escaped the monkey, and Sonny could just imagine him sprawled out across the seats melodramatically.
“Ah, sorry for this...” The sun spirit finally spoke after a minute, a new first-aid kit in hand. “But I’m probably not gonna be helping the heat,” he leaned around the seat, bringing his arm closer to the lazy monkey.
“What do you me-” he cut-off mid sentence, and wriggled away from the youkai’s probing stump. “Why are you so warm?”
“I’m the sun spirit,” he responded simply, drawing his arm back and opening the kit. “So if you guys start boiling alive in here, just let me know. I can swap with Summer.”
“What good would that do us?” Jim asked rather nonchalantly, eyes fixed on the endless dunes in front of him.
“He’s the storm spirit,” he responded, unwrapping some gauze. “Master of all storms. Rainstorms, thunderstorms, windstorms, and of course, winter storms.”
“Wait!” There was a sudden, lively note to Sun’s tone as he sat bolt upright in his seat. The humvee jolted as it crested a dune, and the monkey was sent tumbling into one of the doors.
“Seatbelt.” Sonny said curtly, wrapping up his wound. The magician mumbled something in response, but strapped himself to the seat nonetheless.
“Anyway!” He continued. “You mean that guy coulda been cooling us off this entire time and he didn’t do anything?”
“Ehehe-er...” Summer hijacked their shared voice for a moment to laugh cruelly, but was quickly cut off with a cough from his other half. “Well, I wasn’t feeling the heat, so I didn’t see a point, is his reasoning, I assume.”
“Get out here, Somerled,” an order, laced with anger, rose up from the back seat. “I’ll make you feel the heat.”
“Resolve your petty grudge later,” Sonny responded, applying some wholly unneeded anesthetics to his hand. “I’m busy here.”
“You uh... sure you’re fine to continue?” Jim said after a moment, nodding towards his mangled stump, amongst the many other injuries he possessed. The sun spirit glanced over to said wound. Blood still slowly seeped from it, dissolving away into shimmering light as it touched air.
“Oh, this?” He lifted his arm up, waving it a bit. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t use my hands anyway.”
“Er, you just got done punching a lot of things,” the soldier responded, referring to Summer’s exploits within the ruins.
“That was my other half,” Sonny said, dropping his hand again. “We’re two halves of the same being, like a coin.”
“So... Sonny? Are you the same or...”
“Nope! I’m the immoveable object to Summer’s unstoppable force,” he explained. “You’ll see what I mean later. For now, could you see if there’s any verses that still need liberating? We can’t be the last.“ Jim simply nodded in response. “And Sun!” the spirit turned to face the monkey boy, “Keep an eye out. There might be darklings still on the prowl, and I need a few minutes to conjure us up some transportation.”
“Can do!” Sun responded enthusiastically, already leaning against his sentient staff lazily. It raised a few protests at this, which Sonny paid no mind to, instead turning away from his two allies and facing a large, empty space where he could summon a vehicle.
---
“And here we are!” Sonny announced grandly. It’d taken him a fair bit of time, as making transportation always did, but now they had a way to quickly cross the Dunes. Parked in the sand right in front of the radiant spirit was a large, tan humvee. Not usually his first choice in vehicles, but a horse wouldn’t seat three people. “You know how to drive this thing, Jim?” The sun spirit asked, turning around the face the soldier.
“What, you don’t?” he cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d you summon it then?”
“I do, I’d just rather spend time, you know,” the youkai waved his stump up. “Patching myself up a bit.”
“And you think I don’t want to fix myself up too?” Jim said crossing his arms. Sonny simply responded by continuing to wave his mangled hand. “Fine. We’re switchin’ out when you finish that up though.” The brown-haired man stepped past him, looping around to the driver’s side. Sonny pulled open the passenger side door, plopped into the seat, strapped in, and began concentrating immediately.
“So where are we heading to?” Sun said as he hopped into one of the back seats. The engine roared to life, before Jim answered.
“Ashen Steppes looks like it’s in some trouble, so we’re heading there first,” the soldier answered over the loud growl of the humvee.
“Couldn’t’ve made this any quieter, could you have?” He spoke a rhetorical question to the still form of Sonny. The sun spirit didn’t respond, too focused on shaping the rainbow coalescence into a first-aid kit. Slowly, the world outside the windows melded together into one big, sandy blur as the truck started forward.
“Uh...” Sun let out a loud hum from the back. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”
“This thing was sitting out in the sun while it was being summoned,” Jim answered, fabric shuffling about as he reached for something out of Sonny’s sight. “This thing doesn’t have ac either. Looks like we’re outta luck on that front.”
“Aww...” An incredibly disappointed sigh escaped the monkey, and Sonny could just imagine him sprawled out across the seats melodramatically.
“Ah, sorry for this...” The sun spirit finally spoke after a minute, a new first-aid kit in hand. “But I’m probably not gonna be helping the heat,” he leaned around the seat, bringing his arm closer to the lazy monkey.
“What do you me-” he cut-off mid sentence, and wriggled away from the youkai’s probing stump. “Why are you so warm?”
“I’m the sun spirit,” he responded simply, drawing his arm back and opening the kit. “So if you guys start boiling alive in here, just let me know. I can swap with Summer.”
“What good would that do us?” Jim asked rather nonchalantly, eyes fixed on the endless dunes in front of him.
“He’s the storm spirit,” he responded, unwrapping some gauze. “Master of all storms. Rainstorms, thunderstorms, windstorms, and of course, winter storms.”
“Wait!” There was a sudden, lively note to Sun’s tone as he sat bolt upright in his seat. The humvee jolted as it crested a dune, and the monkey was sent tumbling into one of the doors.
“Seatbelt.” Sonny said curtly, wrapping up his wound. The magician mumbled something in response, but strapped himself to the seat nonetheless.
“Anyway!” He continued. “You mean that guy coulda been cooling us off this entire time and he didn’t do anything?”
“Ehehe-er...” Summer hijacked their shared voice for a moment to laugh cruelly, but was quickly cut off with a cough from his other half. “Well, I wasn’t feeling the heat, so I didn’t see a point, is his reasoning, I assume.”
“Get out here, Somerled,” an order, laced with anger, rose up from the back seat. “I’ll make you feel the heat.”
“Resolve your petty grudge later,” Sonny responded, applying some wholly unneeded anesthetics to his hand. “I’m busy here.”
Quote:Used 3 more medigels, in the form of a first-aid kit, to alleviate the hand wound.
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