Second Chance.

[Carn_Val]

At the edge of sight, distant from the centerpiece fountain, a dark denizen departing deviates destination due to the dueling duo's denoted drama. Walking willfully, the walker whispers weighted words, "Presently, people purposely punch passing people proactively, partly procurring progressively. Practice perhaps?" Treading towards the two-tongued tower, the twilight talker talks, "Brethren, belittled by boastful baby, be braceful. B-b...blargh! I've had it with this fancy talk. Come on mister narrator, you too writer dude. Let me have a good show here, will you guys? That's it...back to first person, no third person narration for a while...it's too much for me. Now gimme that mic!"

*mic feedback*
*rattling noises*
*muffled cries*
*tap tap* "Is this thing on? Okay? Okay. Ahem...back to the top."

Parting from the swordsman and his sword familiar, my legs carried me back to the ever shifting fountain. Aimless and weary, I fell into a brief respite on this flat and pale place's porcelain-colored floor. If it weren't for these two self-deluded, swordwielding chunks of steak shouting about their ideals, it would have been longer. My nap, that is. Going out of my way just to stand back up from my nice and soft- not to mention absent and imaginary- restbed, I walked towards the...dueling duo, sheeesh, listening to their silly opinion about one another. How cute.

I stop a few meters beside the big guy, he seems in trouble after being poked a few times by the agile rat. I can't help but notice his stench and grime as well. Opening my mouth to talk, words started forming in the air, well not literally. "Man, you sure got worked up from the words of a pint-sized...human," I said. "Listen guys, you should be more sensitive about your surroundings, I was sleeping, you know?" Grunting and groaning followed my words. Yep, they weren't listening to me. I was being ignored. Oh well, I guess I should be leaving then...not. After the rude awakening, I'm a bit cranky, I would've been fine if they listened, now it's just annoying me further.

I take Tremor off my back and impales it to the ground in upright position. Taking a few steps back, I reach out for Trauma and start activating Anomaly Traits. The scythe quickly vibrates on my hands as if to tell me it is good to go and I start spinning Trauma around until I get the desired speed of rotation. In one smooth motion like an ace baseball batter, I use the scythe's accumulated speed to gain enough momentum for it to hit Tremor with blinding speed. I made a makeshift massdriver as the blunt of the scythe made contact with the giant cleaver, sending Tremor towards the tall meatwall, it's blade spinning with sound-breaking speed. The cleaver bashes the standing rhino with a satisfying clank as Tremor bounces and ricochets because of the armor. Nothing was cut but the impact itself was enough to cause the tall man to lose his footing, making him stagger to the left side. As Tremor catches more air from contact, I take hold of it, slapping the width of the blade on top of the smaller man. With a heavy, quarter-ton cleaver on top of you, struggling free would be futile at best. "Stay there and be a good kid," I tell the smaller man.

"Ok, now that I seem to have gotten your attention, I wanna ask a few things. May I?" I introduce myself as Carn, walking casually as I keep close proximity with my cleaver and its newfound cushion. "What was going in your minds to ruin such a wonderful day by fighting near a sleeping Anomaly, huh? Don't you know what time it is? It's-" then I realize there's no way of telling time in this null verse. "I seem to have lost track of time as well...oh well. What I was tryin to say is that I was sleeping because I was tired and somehow, somewhere along the way, you guys just had to ruin it. Ok? I'll forgive you kids once you tell me what happened," trying to be fair and just, I gave them a chance to explain themselves before I got annoyed any further. "Yeah, everyone has their own ideals and opinions but there's a place for that and it's not here, ok?" showing off my usual smile with a hint of irritation in my voice. I couldn't help it, they just annoyed me for some reason. I would have gone and talked further but I thought it was time to hear their side of the story. I bash Trauma's blade into the chalk ground and lean on the makeshift post from the handle.

"Go on, say something. We don't really have much time, little Timmy's face here seems to be melting already. Also, no funny ideas, I'll mince you into my breakfast."

OOC: Sorry about the whole mess. I tried 3rd person and decided I don't like it yet. Also, I'm barging in now since you guys said "no objection" when I raised the idea up in chat. Thanks.