10-05-2016, 11:26 PM
“Yes, precisely,” he said, keeping his voice down as the Captain looked around, shaking his head at the sight of all of the smiling people, “that is exactly why I brought you here.”
And with that, he leaned forward, placing hands on both of their shoulders. To onlookers, the trio looked a group of conspirators plotting a foul mission, and, in all fairness, they were. But they had to understand what it was they were seeing; if they did not, no one could be saved. Worst of all, he could not be saved. He had no time; he didn’t know when it was going to happen; all he knew was that, if he waited any longer, he would forget it at any moment.
“These people you see are all under the effects of a narcotic,” he said, his lip’s close to the Captain’s ear as he looked around, as if showcasing the people to him like a lawyer presenting evidence, “the narcotic is known scientifically as Riscus Herbas, and colloquially as ‘Sugercane.’ It’s a… happy drug; it kills all negative emotions, gives you a massive high for days on end.”
He would have continued his talking if not for the untimely arrival of the waiter. His smile didn't waver, though he did give an odd look towards Dustin himself as he shot back towards his chair. Without another word, the waiter had set three glasses of wine on the table, each containing several chunks of purplish, crystallized sugar floating in the center. Neither Avenger drank; they knew what would happen if they did, and even if they somehow did not, they were far too suspicious of everyone else to trust it.
Marlin, however, stared at the glasses, his lips quivering and his hand shaking. The scent was astoundingly good; so sweet, so succulent, so enticing. The taste of such delicious alcohol was so familiar that he could practically feel it on his tongue at that very moment! The feeling of a warm pint of mead and wine, laced with sugar, travelling down into the belly and hearts of men. It was the stuff comprised of the most delightful of grapes, fresh fruits, and spices; it was the stuff composed by the most masterful of bartenders and farmers; it was the stuff to die for; it was the stuff to kill for.
Any other man would not have resisted it; they would have drank each glass dry and succumb to the warm buzz of sugar-laced wine and drink. But the old man knew better, and now, the Avengers knew better too.
Now, no matter what happened next, they could stop this madness. Stop the sorrows of happiness forever.
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The rain continued to pepper the streets of Lando City, and thusly, Marcus himself. As he continued his act, rain drenched his overcoat, the back of his hair, and his skin. His hands on his knees, he raised his head up to look around. The fog blocked his vision almost entirely, with the only source of light being the glowing, metallic lanterns hung up near the entrance of the shop. His eyes scanned the area in front of him, shadows of people filling the mist but providing no extra details. One sight did strike him, though, and it was the sight of a group of silhouettes, no bigger than four, beginning to approach the shop.
The question now, was, were they friendly, or were they normal?
And with that, he leaned forward, placing hands on both of their shoulders. To onlookers, the trio looked a group of conspirators plotting a foul mission, and, in all fairness, they were. But they had to understand what it was they were seeing; if they did not, no one could be saved. Worst of all, he could not be saved. He had no time; he didn’t know when it was going to happen; all he knew was that, if he waited any longer, he would forget it at any moment.
“These people you see are all under the effects of a narcotic,” he said, his lip’s close to the Captain’s ear as he looked around, as if showcasing the people to him like a lawyer presenting evidence, “the narcotic is known scientifically as Riscus Herbas, and colloquially as ‘Sugercane.’ It’s a… happy drug; it kills all negative emotions, gives you a massive high for days on end.”
He would have continued his talking if not for the untimely arrival of the waiter. His smile didn't waver, though he did give an odd look towards Dustin himself as he shot back towards his chair. Without another word, the waiter had set three glasses of wine on the table, each containing several chunks of purplish, crystallized sugar floating in the center. Neither Avenger drank; they knew what would happen if they did, and even if they somehow did not, they were far too suspicious of everyone else to trust it.
Marlin, however, stared at the glasses, his lips quivering and his hand shaking. The scent was astoundingly good; so sweet, so succulent, so enticing. The taste of such delicious alcohol was so familiar that he could practically feel it on his tongue at that very moment! The feeling of a warm pint of mead and wine, laced with sugar, travelling down into the belly and hearts of men. It was the stuff comprised of the most delightful of grapes, fresh fruits, and spices; it was the stuff composed by the most masterful of bartenders and farmers; it was the stuff to die for; it was the stuff to kill for.
Any other man would not have resisted it; they would have drank each glass dry and succumb to the warm buzz of sugar-laced wine and drink. But the old man knew better, and now, the Avengers knew better too.
Now, no matter what happened next, they could stop this madness. Stop the sorrows of happiness forever.
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The rain continued to pepper the streets of Lando City, and thusly, Marcus himself. As he continued his act, rain drenched his overcoat, the back of his hair, and his skin. His hands on his knees, he raised his head up to look around. The fog blocked his vision almost entirely, with the only source of light being the glowing, metallic lanterns hung up near the entrance of the shop. His eyes scanned the area in front of him, shadows of people filling the mist but providing no extra details. One sight did strike him, though, and it was the sight of a group of silhouettes, no bigger than four, beginning to approach the shop.
The question now, was, were they friendly, or were they normal?
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that i'm bad to the bone
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