05-28-2015, 12:24 PM
These past few hours had proved to be quite the pleasant turn-out for Jon and his group.
Not only were Gilgamesh and he able to evade the competition for the first portion of the day and able to remain unscathed, unhindered and unharmed, but the King had seen it fit to bestow a sacred honour and title upon Jon; that of knighthood. Though the bastard had put on a smiling face and showed appreciation in front of the King, in complete honesty he couldn't give less of a care. Being a man of the Nights Watch was a close-enough honour to being a knight as is, and being the man to lead them, even more so. And whilst the recognition was still nice, Jon had a certain distaste for knights, Many knights from his own world were quite lousy and craven, truth be told. Many of them preferred the joust and other mindless sports and competition over actually working for the better of the realm. Jon liked to think he was a prime example of what a knight should be; honourable, brave, patient, diligent...
He couldn't exactly say chaste, though. That was the only one oath he'd ever broke.
And he'd certainly payed a heavy debt for it.
The trio (foursome, if the irksome horse was counted) had been able to still cover a surprisingly wide amount of ground since sunrise, even with a wounded Blackfire slowing them down a little. They now stood close by to some sort of beach - the ocean tides peacefully brushed and gushed over the sea shores, and a glimmering blue sea stretched as far out as the eye could envision. The calm sounds of the waters waves and the faint squawks of the gulls overhead set Jon's mind right at ease. He felt more in touch with peace and harmony right now than he had so far throughout this dreaded contest, and it was a lovely change of feeling and pace.
The group had pitched up a rather makeshift camp along the coastline. It had a distinct lack of a campfire, though - they all agreed that lighting one up would be just plain foolish, for the rising smoke would be sure to attract the attention of the other contenders, bringing them straight to them, and that's not exactly what they desired nor needed right now. They'd spread out a few thick, hefty logs that they'd found in an old, withered lumber shack nearby, that were both sturdy and wide enough to support the sitting-weight of somebody upon it. Though they were far from being comfortable or welcoming chair, they still fulfilled their purpose as seats and resting stations for the group just finely.
The unlikely foursome was rather spread apart right now, though. Blackfire had almost passed out completely, a lack of energy as well as agonising, strenuous and endless pain from her injury having knocked her out for the count. Jon didn't try to wake her as he rummaged through his bag, wanting to allow her body and mind to regain the strength it'd need for the road ahead. Gilgamesh had a peculiar and rather unplaced desire to go and venture out through and onto the beach; probably to scout ahead. Jon didn't bother protest, and the King made off, leaving him responsibility over the bags, a sleeping Tamaranean Queen and magical talking toy, the very latter being much to his own chagrin.
Jon continued to fish through his sack until at last, he had gripped ahold of what he was looking for, pulling it free from the duffel bag. A meal ready to eat. Jon hadn't a chance to savour any meal at all since arriving in the Omniverse two days or so prior, though he hadn't felt necessarily starving up until this point. Time flowed strangely, here. Was it this collar fitted around his neck that made the entity of time flow back into a more compatible and mortal state? Jon grunted. He hadn't considered the collars purpose up until now, nor was he told of it; when they fitted him with one during the chopper ride here, they remained vague and almost oblivious to Snow's questioning. When Jon asked what they were for, one of his escorts shrugged and simply stated that it was "against the rules" to compete in the Abyss without one.
...But not his mind was trailing off track, Jon realised.
He flipped the packet over to read over the front. His meal; a bean and rice burrito.
What in Seven Hells was a burrito?! Jon began to wonder to himself.
He slowly began to unpackage and take apart the small box. Carefully sliding the wrapped-up, concealed burrito from inside of it, he cast away the box, unravelling the foil around the food, interested to see what this meal was as well as eager to dig in. He felt far too hungry to even care what he ate right now, as long as it was something to keep him going and functioning.
What was within, however, made Jon's brow raise just a little. If there was any tinge of rice or beans in this, Jon couldn't see it, though he could feel some squishy substance on the inside as his thumbs pressed down into it a little, unsurprisingly, it was cold to the touch. Some weird bread or pastry masked and held-together whatever was in there. Jon stared at it quietly for a few moments, head titled to the side slightly, He was a little puzzled, and just a little unsure...
"It's just a burrito, ya big dick! It ain't gonna bite your head off!" the red donkey toy snickered.
Jon rolled his eyes slightly, not even sparing the abrasive toy a single glance. Snow really was wandering why the King bothered to keep this thing around, and didn't just throw it off into a ditch or a river somewhere. What use could that thing be, anyway?
Jon stared at his cold meal a little while longer. It came with no spoon, fork or any other cutlery, so Jon deduced that he'd just be eating it with his bare hands. Keeping both hands latched firmly onto it, he slowly moved the burrito towards his expanding maw, taking an uneasy first bite. Snow took a few moments to chew, and then winced slightly with disgust.
The thing was so cold it almost made it tasteless - bland, completely. It seemed no different from the slop they got given and made do with at the Wall, but this was something else entirely. The contents inside of the wrapped pastry were slimy and mushy, and the plain mixture and variation of flavours didn't help to flatter Jon's tastebuds at all. He did his best to swallow it all down anyway, and keep eating. He needed his strength, after all, and if this was the only stuff that could fuel him, then so be it.
"You really do know nothing, Jon Sneeew!" the red horse tutted; if it had bones to move it's own head, it'd probably be shaking it in moderate disapproval right now. Jon felt the grip on his burrito instinctively tighten at that, his right eye twitching somewhat in reaction.
No matter who said that, it only always reminded him of her.
He rose from the log he was seated on, spinning around angrily to where the plush horse was layed. If he wasn't too careful, his burrito would have slipped from his hand completely. "Will you stop saying that?!" Jon blurted out the question with a hint of anger in his voice, though he did his best to keep his emotions in check.
The pony glared at him for a few moments with it's beady, secretive eyes. Before it could respond with some snark comment or witty throwback, another emerged from the sands of the coasts shore.
"Jon" the King addressed him, prompting Snow to turn around to face him. "Whom were you speaking to?" Gilgamesh asked with curiosity, his head arching to the side slightly. Before Jon had a chance to answer, the King had pieced the logical reasoning for his plain annoyance together, and took a few steps toward where the Deadpony was splayed out.
"Ahh... was it this insufferable piece of garbage?" the King's brow raised as he delivered a demeaning stare down at his jest of a weapon, hands planted firmly on his hips. "Ahh, it is no matter. He shall be... disposed of, soon enough" the King smirked faintly. The red horse shot his owner a rather worried glance, it's white, pupil-less eyes going almost pleading and desperate. "Whaaaaat?! Hey, you can't get rid of me! I'm the cake bo-" before it could finish it's speech, Gilgamesh had pressed his gold-enforced boot down onto the pony's form, replacing his words with a simple wheeze of pain. "SILENCE!" the King of the Sands boomed. "Your king did not ask you to speak.." Gilgamesh let his words trail from his tongue, a triumphant smirk remaining as he stepped off from the plush toy, leaving it to cough, splutter and groan in agony. The King flicked and turned on his heel, pacing towards Jon, who bowed his head courteously.
"How fared your stroll across the beach, sire?" Jon inquired, head bobbing back upward as the King stood at an equal distance from him. "Well" the sand-king responded, that ever-cocksure trademark grin of his still spread upon his lips. "It fared very well..." he murmured as he slipped past Jon, inspecting the small, self-made encampment that had been laid out by his followers.
"Your grace.." Snow stifled a light cough as to grab the Kings attention, following after him. 'Where do we go next? the bastard inquired, inhaling sharply through his nose. Gilgamesh craned his head to look back at him. "That's yet to be decided, my bold knight. We must plan our movements more carefully and with more caution, from here on. Without the right level of discretion, we could be walking ourselves right into a danger zone" the King grunted, and Jon nodded his head in agreement. Not so long ago, Karl Jak had announced these 'danger zones' through whatever invisible, isle-wide speakerphone he was utilising. That anyone walking through the zones whilst they were active would their heads popped like a pimple due to the collars reactions... literally.
The King took a moment to ponder, before turning back to his loyal servant. "Rest up for now, Jon Snow. Regain your strength. Such planning can come later" Gilgamesh nodded, and Jon nodded back. Jon gave a slight bow as the King moved off, and reclaimed his seat upon the log, munching back into the cold burrito he'd been eating prior, and was still holding onto as he spoke with Gilgamesh.
Jon let his mind and being drift off to the sounds of the crashing waves and the smell of salt in the air as he ate, trying to enjoy at least one moment of peace and quiet amongst the chaos and the ruin.
Not only were Gilgamesh and he able to evade the competition for the first portion of the day and able to remain unscathed, unhindered and unharmed, but the King had seen it fit to bestow a sacred honour and title upon Jon; that of knighthood. Though the bastard had put on a smiling face and showed appreciation in front of the King, in complete honesty he couldn't give less of a care. Being a man of the Nights Watch was a close-enough honour to being a knight as is, and being the man to lead them, even more so. And whilst the recognition was still nice, Jon had a certain distaste for knights, Many knights from his own world were quite lousy and craven, truth be told. Many of them preferred the joust and other mindless sports and competition over actually working for the better of the realm. Jon liked to think he was a prime example of what a knight should be; honourable, brave, patient, diligent...
He couldn't exactly say chaste, though. That was the only one oath he'd ever broke.
And he'd certainly payed a heavy debt for it.
The trio (foursome, if the irksome horse was counted) had been able to still cover a surprisingly wide amount of ground since sunrise, even with a wounded Blackfire slowing them down a little. They now stood close by to some sort of beach - the ocean tides peacefully brushed and gushed over the sea shores, and a glimmering blue sea stretched as far out as the eye could envision. The calm sounds of the waters waves and the faint squawks of the gulls overhead set Jon's mind right at ease. He felt more in touch with peace and harmony right now than he had so far throughout this dreaded contest, and it was a lovely change of feeling and pace.
The group had pitched up a rather makeshift camp along the coastline. It had a distinct lack of a campfire, though - they all agreed that lighting one up would be just plain foolish, for the rising smoke would be sure to attract the attention of the other contenders, bringing them straight to them, and that's not exactly what they desired nor needed right now. They'd spread out a few thick, hefty logs that they'd found in an old, withered lumber shack nearby, that were both sturdy and wide enough to support the sitting-weight of somebody upon it. Though they were far from being comfortable or welcoming chair, they still fulfilled their purpose as seats and resting stations for the group just finely.
The unlikely foursome was rather spread apart right now, though. Blackfire had almost passed out completely, a lack of energy as well as agonising, strenuous and endless pain from her injury having knocked her out for the count. Jon didn't try to wake her as he rummaged through his bag, wanting to allow her body and mind to regain the strength it'd need for the road ahead. Gilgamesh had a peculiar and rather unplaced desire to go and venture out through and onto the beach; probably to scout ahead. Jon didn't bother protest, and the King made off, leaving him responsibility over the bags, a sleeping Tamaranean Queen and magical talking toy, the very latter being much to his own chagrin.
Jon continued to fish through his sack until at last, he had gripped ahold of what he was looking for, pulling it free from the duffel bag. A meal ready to eat. Jon hadn't a chance to savour any meal at all since arriving in the Omniverse two days or so prior, though he hadn't felt necessarily starving up until this point. Time flowed strangely, here. Was it this collar fitted around his neck that made the entity of time flow back into a more compatible and mortal state? Jon grunted. He hadn't considered the collars purpose up until now, nor was he told of it; when they fitted him with one during the chopper ride here, they remained vague and almost oblivious to Snow's questioning. When Jon asked what they were for, one of his escorts shrugged and simply stated that it was "against the rules" to compete in the Abyss without one.
...But not his mind was trailing off track, Jon realised.
He flipped the packet over to read over the front. His meal; a bean and rice burrito.
What in Seven Hells was a burrito?! Jon began to wonder to himself.
He slowly began to unpackage and take apart the small box. Carefully sliding the wrapped-up, concealed burrito from inside of it, he cast away the box, unravelling the foil around the food, interested to see what this meal was as well as eager to dig in. He felt far too hungry to even care what he ate right now, as long as it was something to keep him going and functioning.
What was within, however, made Jon's brow raise just a little. If there was any tinge of rice or beans in this, Jon couldn't see it, though he could feel some squishy substance on the inside as his thumbs pressed down into it a little, unsurprisingly, it was cold to the touch. Some weird bread or pastry masked and held-together whatever was in there. Jon stared at it quietly for a few moments, head titled to the side slightly, He was a little puzzled, and just a little unsure...
"It's just a burrito, ya big dick! It ain't gonna bite your head off!" the red donkey toy snickered.
Jon rolled his eyes slightly, not even sparing the abrasive toy a single glance. Snow really was wandering why the King bothered to keep this thing around, and didn't just throw it off into a ditch or a river somewhere. What use could that thing be, anyway?
Jon stared at his cold meal a little while longer. It came with no spoon, fork or any other cutlery, so Jon deduced that he'd just be eating it with his bare hands. Keeping both hands latched firmly onto it, he slowly moved the burrito towards his expanding maw, taking an uneasy first bite. Snow took a few moments to chew, and then winced slightly with disgust.
The thing was so cold it almost made it tasteless - bland, completely. It seemed no different from the slop they got given and made do with at the Wall, but this was something else entirely. The contents inside of the wrapped pastry were slimy and mushy, and the plain mixture and variation of flavours didn't help to flatter Jon's tastebuds at all. He did his best to swallow it all down anyway, and keep eating. He needed his strength, after all, and if this was the only stuff that could fuel him, then so be it.
"You really do know nothing, Jon Sneeew!" the red horse tutted; if it had bones to move it's own head, it'd probably be shaking it in moderate disapproval right now. Jon felt the grip on his burrito instinctively tighten at that, his right eye twitching somewhat in reaction.
No matter who said that, it only always reminded him of her.
He rose from the log he was seated on, spinning around angrily to where the plush horse was layed. If he wasn't too careful, his burrito would have slipped from his hand completely. "Will you stop saying that?!" Jon blurted out the question with a hint of anger in his voice, though he did his best to keep his emotions in check.
The pony glared at him for a few moments with it's beady, secretive eyes. Before it could respond with some snark comment or witty throwback, another emerged from the sands of the coasts shore.
"Jon" the King addressed him, prompting Snow to turn around to face him. "Whom were you speaking to?" Gilgamesh asked with curiosity, his head arching to the side slightly. Before Jon had a chance to answer, the King had pieced the logical reasoning for his plain annoyance together, and took a few steps toward where the Deadpony was splayed out.
"Ahh... was it this insufferable piece of garbage?" the King's brow raised as he delivered a demeaning stare down at his jest of a weapon, hands planted firmly on his hips. "Ahh, it is no matter. He shall be... disposed of, soon enough" the King smirked faintly. The red horse shot his owner a rather worried glance, it's white, pupil-less eyes going almost pleading and desperate. "Whaaaaat?! Hey, you can't get rid of me! I'm the cake bo-" before it could finish it's speech, Gilgamesh had pressed his gold-enforced boot down onto the pony's form, replacing his words with a simple wheeze of pain. "SILENCE!" the King of the Sands boomed. "Your king did not ask you to speak.." Gilgamesh let his words trail from his tongue, a triumphant smirk remaining as he stepped off from the plush toy, leaving it to cough, splutter and groan in agony. The King flicked and turned on his heel, pacing towards Jon, who bowed his head courteously.
"How fared your stroll across the beach, sire?" Jon inquired, head bobbing back upward as the King stood at an equal distance from him. "Well" the sand-king responded, that ever-cocksure trademark grin of his still spread upon his lips. "It fared very well..." he murmured as he slipped past Jon, inspecting the small, self-made encampment that had been laid out by his followers.
"Your grace.." Snow stifled a light cough as to grab the Kings attention, following after him. 'Where do we go next? the bastard inquired, inhaling sharply through his nose. Gilgamesh craned his head to look back at him. "That's yet to be decided, my bold knight. We must plan our movements more carefully and with more caution, from here on. Without the right level of discretion, we could be walking ourselves right into a danger zone" the King grunted, and Jon nodded his head in agreement. Not so long ago, Karl Jak had announced these 'danger zones' through whatever invisible, isle-wide speakerphone he was utilising. That anyone walking through the zones whilst they were active would their heads popped like a pimple due to the collars reactions... literally.
The King took a moment to ponder, before turning back to his loyal servant. "Rest up for now, Jon Snow. Regain your strength. Such planning can come later" Gilgamesh nodded, and Jon nodded back. Jon gave a slight bow as the King moved off, and reclaimed his seat upon the log, munching back into the cold burrito he'd been eating prior, and was still holding onto as he spoke with Gilgamesh.
Jon let his mind and being drift off to the sounds of the crashing waves and the smell of salt in the air as he ate, trying to enjoy at least one moment of peace and quiet amongst the chaos and the ruin.
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