05-28-2015, 12:59 AM
This was a terrible idea, Neal scolded himself. Seriously, why the FUCK didn't I stay at the diner? Disgruntled that his choice had lead to an almost immediate confrontation, he internally seethed. He knew better than to shout at himself like he wanted, that mad gunner could be anywhere. No telling if a building could stop the Prime. For all Neal knew, that could have just tickled the guy.
That was cool though... I definitely got some distance. The brighter side made Neal smirk. It was strange, how his Mind Bullet actually worked when not long prior he failed to produce the same effect. Even as he thought back, he brings his hand up, pointing a finger and dropping his thumb like a hammer. Nothing. He pointed at the sky with no effect.
But my idea failed miserably. His mood suddenly soured. Neal had all of five eight uno cards left. Crafting the club and shield that failed so catastrophically, he had made sure to leave the Skip cards, because he liked the crossed out circle. I can't believe I thought that would work...But hey, I survived a second fight! ...
I'm so damn bipolar it isn't even funny.
After his little rollercoaster of revelations, he focused on his handiwork once again. It was not pretty, but his bloodied leg had been bandaged, at the cost of his shirt. It used to be a nice button up, but it turned into scraps of bloodied cloth. A creeping feeling of sadness bit at his chest. Mom had just ironed that for me... At least, she had right before he appeared in the Omniverse, less than a week ago. He took a breath and pushed down that sinking feeling. He could not afford an emotional breakdown now.
Another deep breath, and Neal's emotional state was once again under control. He calmed his heart and focused his mind to relax. His plans had failed time after time. First Wartortle had abandoned ship, then his shield and club had shattered on impact while simultaneously bashing his plan to fortify a building in the city without confrontation. He needed a new idea, something no one else would think of. The only problem with that is, everyone else is looking for exactly the same plan.
Maybe I need a more obvious plan? An obvious plan, something the survivors would do. Team up, perhaps? The idea passed through his forethought, giving him the vague idea of having to betray someone. Could he really do something like that? And could he keep his head with the paranoia that someone would betray him? His brain burns out considering everything in bulk. Teaming Up, pros and cons...
Pros: Survival bonus, easier to fight in numbers than against them. Companionship, even if strained, could make the days pass easier. The second one was a bit of a stretch, but truth be told, Neal was getting a bit lonely out in the middle of nowhere. I could get to know my enemy before we have to fight, then attack weaknesses. If I betray them early in, I could have a chance at their weapon.
Cons: They could betray me before I get the chance. They could learn my weaknesses too... and they might not have any better advantage than I do... This one was tough. The pros and cons were pretty balanced to him.
Con: I could die, Pro: it really doesn't mean anything. Except I could find an inhabited town for a hot meal and a bath... I am a technically immortal Prime, after all. Infinite lives... The thought silenced his mind. Neal stares intensely at the brick wall of the alley he hid in, letting the unspoken words echo in his skull.
That was cool though... I definitely got some distance. The brighter side made Neal smirk. It was strange, how his Mind Bullet actually worked when not long prior he failed to produce the same effect. Even as he thought back, he brings his hand up, pointing a finger and dropping his thumb like a hammer. Nothing. He pointed at the sky with no effect.
But my idea failed miserably. His mood suddenly soured. Neal had all of five eight uno cards left. Crafting the club and shield that failed so catastrophically, he had made sure to leave the Skip cards, because he liked the crossed out circle. I can't believe I thought that would work...But hey, I survived a second fight! ...
I'm so damn bipolar it isn't even funny.
After his little rollercoaster of revelations, he focused on his handiwork once again. It was not pretty, but his bloodied leg had been bandaged, at the cost of his shirt. It used to be a nice button up, but it turned into scraps of bloodied cloth. A creeping feeling of sadness bit at his chest. Mom had just ironed that for me... At least, she had right before he appeared in the Omniverse, less than a week ago. He took a breath and pushed down that sinking feeling. He could not afford an emotional breakdown now.
Another deep breath, and Neal's emotional state was once again under control. He calmed his heart and focused his mind to relax. His plans had failed time after time. First Wartortle had abandoned ship, then his shield and club had shattered on impact while simultaneously bashing his plan to fortify a building in the city without confrontation. He needed a new idea, something no one else would think of. The only problem with that is, everyone else is looking for exactly the same plan.
Maybe I need a more obvious plan? An obvious plan, something the survivors would do. Team up, perhaps? The idea passed through his forethought, giving him the vague idea of having to betray someone. Could he really do something like that? And could he keep his head with the paranoia that someone would betray him? His brain burns out considering everything in bulk. Teaming Up, pros and cons...
Pros: Survival bonus, easier to fight in numbers than against them. Companionship, even if strained, could make the days pass easier. The second one was a bit of a stretch, but truth be told, Neal was getting a bit lonely out in the middle of nowhere. I could get to know my enemy before we have to fight, then attack weaknesses. If I betray them early in, I could have a chance at their weapon.
Cons: They could betray me before I get the chance. They could learn my weaknesses too... and they might not have any better advantage than I do... This one was tough. The pros and cons were pretty balanced to him.
Con: I could die, Pro: it really doesn't mean anything. Except I could find an inhabited town for a hot meal and a bath... I am a technically immortal Prime, after all. Infinite lives... The thought silenced his mind. Neal stares intensely at the brick wall of the alley he hid in, letting the unspoken words echo in his skull.
I'm a goddamn sociopath...