09-25-2015, 10:04 PM
The wanderer struggled as he tried to push himself upwards and onto his feet. Everything felt so much heavier... His balance, his eyesight, the weight upon his shoulders, every single drop of blood let and every pang of pain... all crashing down back to reality. The true weight of it all simply dumped onto the marine as the adrenaline and clarity faded. Despite the aches, slashes and bites, in a sense, it was almost a relief, feeling the shifting of the sand beneath his feet again...
Panting and gasping for air as he slowly raised his head towards to the sky, Tartaros felt a familiar numb burn sear through his mind. The same pitch dark, cold, numb pain... that of a certain dark-robed figure.
"...and what of you, Luna Wolf? I would be honored to have a member of your lineage overseeing my battles."
The wanderer mulled over this for a moment, still bruised, dazed and exhausted. A odd offer indeed, the being hardly seemed to be of the trusting sort, what possible reason cou-
"Hol... Hold on here! What'choo think ya tryin' to do fool?!"
A water-soaked sock puppet lept out of Tartaros' ammunition bag, its tiny denim jacket and tiny gold chains still glistening with droplets of salty, bloody water. Feeling another dull ache making its way through his skull, the Luna Wolf knew the God-Mind was hardly going to take such things in its stride.
"W-What? Hrm... little one, you can understand me?"
"Damn right is "lil' one" can understand you, sucka! You tryn'a take my boy away from me?!"
It took some time for the three-eyed being to conjure some sort of eligible reply, as the marines gazed on in confusion and the small girl giggled to herself.
"Mhrm... Apologies... I don't mean any offense..."
"Yeah, yeah... Whateva'...", the tiny being clambered back onto the Luna Wolf's pauldron, "Look you crazy nut... You got ya screws looser than almost any other foo' I know, but your my boy, a'ight?And I ain't gonna let you go wit' this jibba-jabberin' sucka. This 'un only means trouble, y'see?"
"I can hear..."
The puppet snapped its head to the side, it's beady eyes glaring at the figure in the distance, "YOU DON' THINK I KNOW THAT, FOOL?!"
A new surge of searing numbness and cold clouded the marine's mind, yet another message from the so-called God Mind. "Right then, Luna Wolf, what is your decision?"
Tartaros nodded towards the dark figure, and laid his head onto his palm, resting. The pain was still there, still burrowing its way through his mind, right through the darkest recesses. The puppet still hung from the marine's shoulder as well, attempting to look as innocent and convincing as possible.
Grumbling and turning his head towards the dark figure in the distance, the wanderer had finally made his decision. "I must apologize.. I do not work with your kind personally... Such ventures tend to go poorly.".
After a few short moments of silence, a final surge of pain made its way through his mind, this time more intense than ever, forcing the wanderer to grit his teeth. "Very well... it is your choice in the end..."
As Tartaros turned and hobbled away towards the midday lights of Costa del Sol, the monkey-like puppet still clinging to his shattered armour, he could see a glaring green figure out the corner of his eye, and still a subtle burst of the same icy, dark pain made its way through his skull. "And one last thing, do not attempt to use my "lineage" or "legacy" as a bargaining tool..."
Panting and gasping for air as he slowly raised his head towards to the sky, Tartaros felt a familiar numb burn sear through his mind. The same pitch dark, cold, numb pain... that of a certain dark-robed figure.
"...and what of you, Luna Wolf? I would be honored to have a member of your lineage overseeing my battles."
The wanderer mulled over this for a moment, still bruised, dazed and exhausted. A odd offer indeed, the being hardly seemed to be of the trusting sort, what possible reason cou-
"Hol... Hold on here! What'choo think ya tryin' to do fool?!"
A water-soaked sock puppet lept out of Tartaros' ammunition bag, its tiny denim jacket and tiny gold chains still glistening with droplets of salty, bloody water. Feeling another dull ache making its way through his skull, the Luna Wolf knew the God-Mind was hardly going to take such things in its stride.
"W-What? Hrm... little one, you can understand me?"
"Damn right is "lil' one" can understand you, sucka! You tryn'a take my boy away from me?!"
It took some time for the three-eyed being to conjure some sort of eligible reply, as the marines gazed on in confusion and the small girl giggled to herself.
"Mhrm... Apologies... I don't mean any offense..."
"Yeah, yeah... Whateva'...", the tiny being clambered back onto the Luna Wolf's pauldron, "Look you crazy nut... You got ya screws looser than almost any other foo' I know, but your my boy, a'ight?And I ain't gonna let you go wit' this jibba-jabberin' sucka. This 'un only means trouble, y'see?"
"I can hear..."
The puppet snapped its head to the side, it's beady eyes glaring at the figure in the distance, "YOU DON' THINK I KNOW THAT, FOOL?!"
A new surge of searing numbness and cold clouded the marine's mind, yet another message from the so-called God Mind. "Right then, Luna Wolf, what is your decision?"
Tartaros nodded towards the dark figure, and laid his head onto his palm, resting. The pain was still there, still burrowing its way through his mind, right through the darkest recesses. The puppet still hung from the marine's shoulder as well, attempting to look as innocent and convincing as possible.
Grumbling and turning his head towards the dark figure in the distance, the wanderer had finally made his decision. "I must apologize.. I do not work with your kind personally... Such ventures tend to go poorly.".
After a few short moments of silence, a final surge of pain made its way through his mind, this time more intense than ever, forcing the wanderer to grit his teeth. "Very well... it is your choice in the end..."
As Tartaros turned and hobbled away towards the midday lights of Costa del Sol, the monkey-like puppet still clinging to his shattered armour, he could see a glaring green figure out the corner of his eye, and still a subtle burst of the same icy, dark pain made its way through his skull. "And one last thing, do not attempt to use my "lineage" or "legacy" as a bargaining tool..."