09-29-2017, 12:38 PM
"But you must have time for parties, because you are the reason we here!" The bearded, elderly man spoke with excitement. His eyes were big as he spoke using dramatic hand gestures. "This festival - no, this village is here waiting for you! You were promised, and here you are! The heroes!"
Samus was standing there in front of him, blinking her eyes behind her helmet with confusion and surprise. Not only was this man (who may as well have been as useful as a mindless Darkspawn) speaking nonsense but he was doing so with such vigor that it felt like he believed his own words. Or really wanted her to believe them. "What is the purpose of the festival?" She asked, pretty matter-of-factly to him.
"Oh, you don't know? The Watcher asked, coyly. He playfully elbowed her. She did not react. He didn't seem to mind. He guided her down the aisle they had been standing in. Behind them, Madotsuki and Hiro were following. "You have to complete the trial. You must complete the trial to be recognized as the Heroes, worthy to enter Nebula Castle!"
There was no question in any of the liberators' minds that this was not real. It was about as obvious as it got. They were in a realm that was clearly created and run by the same monster they had been fighting this entire time. But they had to play along. Samus knew that right now, they were in the place blind and the way to get through it was to process all the information being thrown at them. "What is the trial?" Right now, the focus for her was getting in that castle. This was how.
The Watcher brought the trio to the end of the aisle of festival games and foods. In front of them was a class event at circuses, recognizable in every universe no matter where they came from. A Test of Strength. A hammer, a place to hit it and a puck that would seemingly shoot up and hit the bell at a perfect score. "All you have to do, heroes, is hit this bugger hard enough to win the game! Then you will earn the right to enter Nebula Castle and have an audience with the Black Knight himself!"
Samus looked at the hammer. Then she looked up at the bell at the top of the game. "Who is the Black Knight?"
"He is the reason you are here."
That was the first useful thing he had said all day. Samus looked back at her comrades, then at the crowd forming around them. Finally, she looked past the festival tents into the distance, where the dark fortress sat so close, yet still out of reach. The Nebula Castle in this False Camelot. This was her ticket there.
The Watcher's voice interupted her thoughts. His words seemed to turn a bit. They were nice and pleasant sounding, but the content was different. "What's the matter, Heroes? Afraid you are not strong enough to save this realm?" He taunted.
Samus was standing there in front of him, blinking her eyes behind her helmet with confusion and surprise. Not only was this man (who may as well have been as useful as a mindless Darkspawn) speaking nonsense but he was doing so with such vigor that it felt like he believed his own words. Or really wanted her to believe them. "What is the purpose of the festival?" She asked, pretty matter-of-factly to him.
"Oh, you don't know? The Watcher asked, coyly. He playfully elbowed her. She did not react. He didn't seem to mind. He guided her down the aisle they had been standing in. Behind them, Madotsuki and Hiro were following. "You have to complete the trial. You must complete the trial to be recognized as the Heroes, worthy to enter Nebula Castle!"
There was no question in any of the liberators' minds that this was not real. It was about as obvious as it got. They were in a realm that was clearly created and run by the same monster they had been fighting this entire time. But they had to play along. Samus knew that right now, they were in the place blind and the way to get through it was to process all the information being thrown at them. "What is the trial?" Right now, the focus for her was getting in that castle. This was how.
The Watcher brought the trio to the end of the aisle of festival games and foods. In front of them was a class event at circuses, recognizable in every universe no matter where they came from. A Test of Strength. A hammer, a place to hit it and a puck that would seemingly shoot up and hit the bell at a perfect score. "All you have to do, heroes, is hit this bugger hard enough to win the game! Then you will earn the right to enter Nebula Castle and have an audience with the Black Knight himself!"
Samus looked at the hammer. Then she looked up at the bell at the top of the game. "Who is the Black Knight?"
"He is the reason you are here."
That was the first useful thing he had said all day. Samus looked back at her comrades, then at the crowd forming around them. Finally, she looked past the festival tents into the distance, where the dark fortress sat so close, yet still out of reach. The Nebula Castle in this False Camelot. This was her ticket there.
The Watcher's voice interupted her thoughts. His words seemed to turn a bit. They were nice and pleasant sounding, but the content was different. "What's the matter, Heroes? Afraid you are not strong enough to save this realm?" He taunted.
Quote:Samus and friends are faced with a Test of Strength. If she chooses to tackle it: the hammer is very, very heavy (to a point of ridiculousness) and it will require one Order Point (the shared pool of SP you get in this realm) and a lot of effort to lift it and successfully win the game. Deadline is Friday night at 11:59 PM EST. No roleplay limit. If you feel like you're done writing before that (or need help), feel free to let me know.