12-15-2017, 06:19 PM
The Sage walked down the dark and shadowed hallway with an intent focus. He did not remember why he marched so doggedly forward, but he was adamant that his goal was of great importance to reach. Sand stared to flow down the corridor, pushing past his ankles, rising until it was about shin deep. The Sage pressed forward, barely breaking his stride to account for the grains rushing past him.
His foot slid alarmingly, and the Sage stumbled, one hand sinking into the sand to catch himself. He righted himself, planting his stance as the water rose, slamming into him at about thigh height. It splashed off of the uneven surfaces of the hallway, and the Sage tasted salt in the air.
Still he would not be deterred. The Sage fought his way forward, struggling against the current of ink that washed from the dark recesses of the hallway. It flowed past him but he pressed onwards, arms raised to keep them above the pitch black swell that coated his chest and lower body.
What was he looking for again? The Sage couldn’t remember, and his steps slowed even further as the liquid slowed down, clinging to his every step. It had to be something of prime importance, but what could be worth sinking in this sea of tar?
The Sage felt the sticky black liquid surround his face as he sank below its surface, one arm outstretched, grasping futilely at the air. What was it he was looking for again?
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The Sage awoke in a stiff cot, covered in bandages and itching with sweat. One arm was in a sling, but the Sage found it completely responsive when he tried moving it, with only a dull ache to serve to recall what was likely a broken limb. One of his legs was bound in a cast which sat propped on a wooden block above the rest of his body. He was in a wooden building, a few other cots lined the room, only one of which was occupied. The figure seemed comatose, though whether it was just asleep was hard to determine from this angle. The single window shown with moonlight, and the oppressive heat of the dunes was dulled by the night air.
The Sage tentatively tested the foot. The muscles were stiff and lacked coordination, but the minimal amount of pain was surprising to him. He stood up, slowly and haltingly making his way towards the door. His pace was noticeably sluggish, and it took him some time just cross the small room. Given the circumstances though, I suppose I can handle a limp. he thought with a grimace.
The street outside was dark and empty, lights were hushed behind boarded windows, and the cloth drapes of closed stalls blew heavily in the wind. The Sage stepped out into the street, noticing that his cloak had not been returned by whomever had bandaged his injuries. A debt repaid more quickly than I expected then… He hunkered his shoulders against the night air, and made his way down the twisting labyrinth of buildings.
The Town had no name, here amidst the dunes it needed none. Its existence in and of itself was all that was needed to signify it. But to think that the Town was small was to make dangerous assumptions. The Sage hobbled his way through the night cloaked streets, a newly summoned brown cloth helping to obscure him somewhat from the ever-increasing wind. A fool’s quest, with a fool’s reward to likely follow… he muttered darkly to himself, I am a stranger to these parts, and I’ll not find a hiding astronomer by a simple door to door search. he needed to find a local, someone who could direct him to any outsiders who had lingered overlong.
Turning a corner he spotted a smaller hooded figure, bent over slightly rummaging for something. A night wanderer, and one who was willing to be seen doing so. The Sage approached, this was likely one of the Town’s most upstanding or notorious citizens. I suppose we’ll throw the dice, he thought wryly.
“Greetings, I seek information, which I can pay for if needed…” he spoke, trying to avoid undue attention. The hooded figure turned, and the Sage pulled up short. His instincts putting him on guard.
The blue skinned figure turned to look at him with a mildly surprised glance, one arm bent forward and residing in her midriff, evidently searching for something.
“I don’t need money. Do you have anything to eat… Hey wait!” the majin pulled her arm out of her stomach and pointed a finger in exclamation “It’s YOU!” The Sage’s eyes widened, arm reflexively moving towards the spot where a hole had been punched through his chest.
“Woah! What happened to you?” Graowr questioned, glancing over the assorted bandages that were visible under the Sage’s clothes. “You look terrrible!”
“I… took a bad turn.” The Sage muttered, trying desperately to plan his next move despite the unexpected change. What is she doing here? Of all the towns in the Omniverse… it was too much of a coincidence.
“Have you been here long?” he asked. The Majin didn’t seem to be hostile, Perhaps this wouldn’t have to be a violent conflict after all. “I’ve been having some trouble with navigating this town.”
The blue putty warrior scratched the back of her head. “Not really…” she said, with an air of slight embarresment, “I just got here. I’m looking for someone… I was told they were here in town somewhere…”
The Sage’s heart sank. Of course she was.
His foot slid alarmingly, and the Sage stumbled, one hand sinking into the sand to catch himself. He righted himself, planting his stance as the water rose, slamming into him at about thigh height. It splashed off of the uneven surfaces of the hallway, and the Sage tasted salt in the air.
Still he would not be deterred. The Sage fought his way forward, struggling against the current of ink that washed from the dark recesses of the hallway. It flowed past him but he pressed onwards, arms raised to keep them above the pitch black swell that coated his chest and lower body.
What was he looking for again? The Sage couldn’t remember, and his steps slowed even further as the liquid slowed down, clinging to his every step. It had to be something of prime importance, but what could be worth sinking in this sea of tar?
The Sage felt the sticky black liquid surround his face as he sank below its surface, one arm outstretched, grasping futilely at the air. What was it he was looking for again?
---
The Sage awoke in a stiff cot, covered in bandages and itching with sweat. One arm was in a sling, but the Sage found it completely responsive when he tried moving it, with only a dull ache to serve to recall what was likely a broken limb. One of his legs was bound in a cast which sat propped on a wooden block above the rest of his body. He was in a wooden building, a few other cots lined the room, only one of which was occupied. The figure seemed comatose, though whether it was just asleep was hard to determine from this angle. The single window shown with moonlight, and the oppressive heat of the dunes was dulled by the night air.
The Sage tentatively tested the foot. The muscles were stiff and lacked coordination, but the minimal amount of pain was surprising to him. He stood up, slowly and haltingly making his way towards the door. His pace was noticeably sluggish, and it took him some time just cross the small room. Given the circumstances though, I suppose I can handle a limp. he thought with a grimace.
The street outside was dark and empty, lights were hushed behind boarded windows, and the cloth drapes of closed stalls blew heavily in the wind. The Sage stepped out into the street, noticing that his cloak had not been returned by whomever had bandaged his injuries. A debt repaid more quickly than I expected then… He hunkered his shoulders against the night air, and made his way down the twisting labyrinth of buildings.
The Town had no name, here amidst the dunes it needed none. Its existence in and of itself was all that was needed to signify it. But to think that the Town was small was to make dangerous assumptions. The Sage hobbled his way through the night cloaked streets, a newly summoned brown cloth helping to obscure him somewhat from the ever-increasing wind. A fool’s quest, with a fool’s reward to likely follow… he muttered darkly to himself, I am a stranger to these parts, and I’ll not find a hiding astronomer by a simple door to door search. he needed to find a local, someone who could direct him to any outsiders who had lingered overlong.
Turning a corner he spotted a smaller hooded figure, bent over slightly rummaging for something. A night wanderer, and one who was willing to be seen doing so. The Sage approached, this was likely one of the Town’s most upstanding or notorious citizens. I suppose we’ll throw the dice, he thought wryly.
“Greetings, I seek information, which I can pay for if needed…” he spoke, trying to avoid undue attention. The hooded figure turned, and the Sage pulled up short. His instincts putting him on guard.
The blue skinned figure turned to look at him with a mildly surprised glance, one arm bent forward and residing in her midriff, evidently searching for something.
“I don’t need money. Do you have anything to eat… Hey wait!” the majin pulled her arm out of her stomach and pointed a finger in exclamation “It’s YOU!” The Sage’s eyes widened, arm reflexively moving towards the spot where a hole had been punched through his chest.
“Woah! What happened to you?” Graowr questioned, glancing over the assorted bandages that were visible under the Sage’s clothes. “You look terrrible!”
“I… took a bad turn.” The Sage muttered, trying desperately to plan his next move despite the unexpected change. What is she doing here? Of all the towns in the Omniverse… it was too much of a coincidence.
“Have you been here long?” he asked. The Majin didn’t seem to be hostile, Perhaps this wouldn’t have to be a violent conflict after all. “I’ve been having some trouble with navigating this town.”
The blue putty warrior scratched the back of her head. “Not really…” she said, with an air of slight embarresment, “I just got here. I’m looking for someone… I was told they were here in town somewhere…”
The Sage’s heart sank. Of course she was.
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