02-07-2017, 05:41 PM
“What is… Omnilium?” The Furtumin asked. “Is it an energy source? An apress?”
Janna cocked her head to look at her ride. “A what now?”
“A fluid, something that can be compressed into my suit’s mechanics.”
“So hydraulic fluid?”
“If it works then it works.”
“Oh we can just jack a car for that stuff! Or some construction site machines!” Janna put her thumb and forefinger to her mouth, “Ehh, but I dunno if there’s a lot of those in the Deeps…”
“Deeps?” Ratione kicked off the ground and soared over a small tool shed, landing back in a field full of crops that had green leaves and grew close to the ground in balls. As he charged through, mud and leaves were kicked up by the Novan’s massive steel boots. The suit of armor clumsily attempted to dodge the plants, but only crushing more in the process. Behind him, Ration could hear a farmer cry out in anguish.
“Yeah it’s the ‘verse with lots of ocean and islands and stuff, it’s where I hang out most of the time.” The yordle straightened up in her perch, putting one hand over her eyes and peering out to where her ride was headed. “You know where the gate is?”
“Yes, I remember my course for the most part.” As he jogged, the old man held out his arm a little and pointed towards a collection of stone ruins in the distance. “There was only the one guard, with a polearm, a spear. He will not be much issue.”
After a short while, the pair closed the distance. As expected a single man with his arm wrapped around a spear, kettle helm dipped forward, slouching against one of the monoliths. As the sound of power-armor thumping against the dirt grew in volume, he stirred from his cat nap, shaking slightly and standing up straight. The guard rubbed his eyes, blinking until his vision cleared up.
“Oi! Leavin’ so soon mate!” Ratione cocked his head a little as the man waved, taking a second to remember how he was the first to greet him out of the white void.
Ratione brought both his legs forward, stretching one out and bending the other as his body rotated sideways. His feet dug into the ground, and soon rock as he slowed down just in time to stop still in front of the guard.
Janna smacked her fist against his helm, then yelped and suckled her pinky finger. “Whath youth thtoppin’ for! He’th a guard, duthmbath!” She chastised the Novan through stuffed lips.
“No! This man was helpful! It is how I met you! He pointed me towards Minas Tirith!” Ratione stiffly threw a finger at the guard, who’s eyes widened.
“Well I was jus’ pointin’ ya in the right direction guy!” He chuckled, “Not much to et.” Then his face changed to one of suspicion, “Wait.. why ya’ ‘fraid o’ ta guards?”
There was a pause. A very drawn out, awkward pause. The yordle and the Novan stared at the human, and the human stared back.
“WellIwilljustleavenowthankyouagaingoodbye!” Ratione spoke a command in his native tongue, and Janna screeched as suddenly she had to hang on for dear life. The pair rocketed through the white void before them, leaving the guard alone and lacking explanation.
“…I’m getting stuck ‘ere again for another long time for letting ‘em go, ern’t I?” He sat there for a minute, leaning against his spear, but simply shrugged. “Ooohhh well! Tooo bad!” He scoffed with a slight smirk.
Janna cocked her head to look at her ride. “A what now?”
“A fluid, something that can be compressed into my suit’s mechanics.”
“So hydraulic fluid?”
“If it works then it works.”
“Oh we can just jack a car for that stuff! Or some construction site machines!” Janna put her thumb and forefinger to her mouth, “Ehh, but I dunno if there’s a lot of those in the Deeps…”
“Deeps?” Ratione kicked off the ground and soared over a small tool shed, landing back in a field full of crops that had green leaves and grew close to the ground in balls. As he charged through, mud and leaves were kicked up by the Novan’s massive steel boots. The suit of armor clumsily attempted to dodge the plants, but only crushing more in the process. Behind him, Ration could hear a farmer cry out in anguish.
“Yeah it’s the ‘verse with lots of ocean and islands and stuff, it’s where I hang out most of the time.” The yordle straightened up in her perch, putting one hand over her eyes and peering out to where her ride was headed. “You know where the gate is?”
“Yes, I remember my course for the most part.” As he jogged, the old man held out his arm a little and pointed towards a collection of stone ruins in the distance. “There was only the one guard, with a polearm, a spear. He will not be much issue.”
After a short while, the pair closed the distance. As expected a single man with his arm wrapped around a spear, kettle helm dipped forward, slouching against one of the monoliths. As the sound of power-armor thumping against the dirt grew in volume, he stirred from his cat nap, shaking slightly and standing up straight. The guard rubbed his eyes, blinking until his vision cleared up.
“Oi! Leavin’ so soon mate!” Ratione cocked his head a little as the man waved, taking a second to remember how he was the first to greet him out of the white void.
Ratione brought both his legs forward, stretching one out and bending the other as his body rotated sideways. His feet dug into the ground, and soon rock as he slowed down just in time to stop still in front of the guard.
Janna smacked her fist against his helm, then yelped and suckled her pinky finger. “Whath youth thtoppin’ for! He’th a guard, duthmbath!” She chastised the Novan through stuffed lips.
“No! This man was helpful! It is how I met you! He pointed me towards Minas Tirith!” Ratione stiffly threw a finger at the guard, who’s eyes widened.
“Well I was jus’ pointin’ ya in the right direction guy!” He chuckled, “Not much to et.” Then his face changed to one of suspicion, “Wait.. why ya’ ‘fraid o’ ta guards?”
There was a pause. A very drawn out, awkward pause. The yordle and the Novan stared at the human, and the human stared back.
“WellIwilljustleavenowthankyouagaingoodbye!” Ratione spoke a command in his native tongue, and Janna screeched as suddenly she had to hang on for dear life. The pair rocketed through the white void before them, leaving the guard alone and lacking explanation.
“…I’m getting stuck ‘ere again for another long time for letting ‘em go, ern’t I?” He sat there for a minute, leaning against his spear, but simply shrugged. “Ooohhh well! Tooo bad!” He scoffed with a slight smirk.
"Our fear is our weapon."