06-19-2017, 08:47 PM
Ogong turned a corner. These endless dark sandstone hallways seemed to go on forever. Still shaken about being upside down, Ogong shuddered as he felt the cold blast of air.
"What the hell?" the monkey exclaimed.
Black steel appeared out of nowhere. Ogong tried to step back, but he was too slow. The mass of metal clapped around him, wrapping him in it. The monkey yelped as the world went dark.
"This ain't a game, Chuckles," a familiar voice threatened, "Now cut that shit out!"
Jim's voice was twofold, as if two Jims were speaking at once. The surreal audio effect freaked out Ogong, as did the sudden prison that held him still.
"Hello?" Ogong cried out, "Jim? Is that you? Get me out of here!"
Ogong's prison responded by jerking his left leg forward.
"All right," Ogong muttered, "that's weird."
His arms were yanked upwards, his body forced to mime cradling an object of some sort, his right index finger poised to squeeze something. His left arm jerked backward and forward, as if it were moving something on this object he was cradling.
"One more bullshit move," Jim's double voice continued, "and I put a bullet in that bony head of yours. Understand?"
Ogong was confused. He could not see Jim, and neither could Jim see him. However, it seemed that Ogong was the only one who could hear both - well, all three of them.
And Jim, both of them, were pissed.
Ogong's right hand was suddenly forced into a fist. The monkey grunted as his punch flew forward without his consent. He could feel the metal pressing against his elbow, inconsiderate as to whether the monkey's joints were ready. It was painful. More painful, almost, was the nearly identical right hook smashing into the metal covering Ogong's face. As he felt the punch rattling the prison, he felt his own punch landing on something hard. Jim muttered something, and some of Ogong's cage opened, allowing him a tiny sliver of vision. Jim was opposite him. The restraints were a copy of Jim’s armor, which was emulating the original. Which meant that if Jim started hurting the doppelgänger for real...
On cue, Jim lifted his rifle. “Right, enough of your crap.”
Ogong yelped. “Jim? Jim? That’s not Bones you’re looking at-”
Jim opened fire. Ogong had never been on the receiving end of this rifle thing before, but it was terrifying. He couldn’t even see the bullets flying past him, but they were all he could hear. He tried to crouch into the cage a bit more, but as the bullets ricocheted off of the fake armor it seemed to wither away back into the shade. Ogong used the opportunity to scamper off down a hallway.
The room he was in was quite large in comparison to any of the rooms they had been in, comparable in size to the room with all of the statues, but even bigger. This room had four big pillars, forming a large diamond in the center of the room. The pillars were inscribed with the same symbols that Ogong had climbed on those statues earlier, but smaller and more subtle. There were even some pictures. It depicted regular humans in a row, bowing down to an object. To Ogong’s discomfort, the closer the person was to the squarish thing, the more monstrous they appeared. It reminded him of the Mystic Thousand-Word Gate, the tablet that sealed the 108 demons all those millenia ago. That was in his old world, though. Whatever this was, it was worse.
Ogong noticed another passageway away from the room he was just in. He crouched behind a wall, gripping his cheek in pain.
“Seriously, why does everything hurt so much now?”
“Maybe you’re just being a wittle wussy,” Yeo-Ee-Pil teased.
“Thanks,” Ogong nodded, “That was the supportive comment I wanted to hea-”
A brilliant flash of light washed over him, making him cover his eyes. Ogong peered up, noticing the light rolling in from the other passageway. As suddenly as it appeared, the light disappeared, leaving Ogong’s eyes to try and adjust to the relative darkness. From where the light had come, Somerled Murdoch strolled through, gripping his arm.
Ogong could not see him.
“Oh, hey, kid,” Somerled nodded, “Good to see you again. Where’d you wander off to?”
Ogong stood up, walking straight through Somerled to peer around the corner. Jim appeared from the first passageway, his armor battered and his gun raised. If Ogong didn’t know better, he’d say Jim had been thrown about the room several times.
“Oh, hey, Jim,” Ogong called out, “Still can’t see me?”
“Jim?” Somerled muttered, “Kid’s lost it. He isn’t here.”
Jim, meanwhile, was trying to get the attention of the storm spirit, waving his armored hand in front of Somerled’s face. They didn’t know each other very well, but Jim reckoned that Somerled wouldn’t put up with this. Which meant this wasn’t a prank.
“What kid?” Jim wondered to himself, “Is he saying Sun’s here?”
Ogong jumped up wildly. “Yes! I’m here! I’m right here!”
Somerled glared at him. “Calm down, Ogong, he can see-”
Then all three Liberators realized exactly what was happening.
“I can see and hear Somerled...” Jim murmured to himself, “and the kid can see and hear me.”
“But I can’t see Somerled,” Ogong groaned.
Somerled ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Ogong. You can’t see me, but I can see you, and you can see Jim.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “That’s what I just said, Somerled.”
Ogong scratched his head. This was a whole new type of headache.
"What the hell?" the monkey exclaimed.
Black steel appeared out of nowhere. Ogong tried to step back, but he was too slow. The mass of metal clapped around him, wrapping him in it. The monkey yelped as the world went dark.
"This ain't a game, Chuckles," a familiar voice threatened, "Now cut that shit out!"
Jim's voice was twofold, as if two Jims were speaking at once. The surreal audio effect freaked out Ogong, as did the sudden prison that held him still.
"Hello?" Ogong cried out, "Jim? Is that you? Get me out of here!"
Ogong's prison responded by jerking his left leg forward.
"All right," Ogong muttered, "that's weird."
His arms were yanked upwards, his body forced to mime cradling an object of some sort, his right index finger poised to squeeze something. His left arm jerked backward and forward, as if it were moving something on this object he was cradling.
"One more bullshit move," Jim's double voice continued, "and I put a bullet in that bony head of yours. Understand?"
Ogong was confused. He could not see Jim, and neither could Jim see him. However, it seemed that Ogong was the only one who could hear both - well, all three of them.
And Jim, both of them, were pissed.
Ogong's right hand was suddenly forced into a fist. The monkey grunted as his punch flew forward without his consent. He could feel the metal pressing against his elbow, inconsiderate as to whether the monkey's joints were ready. It was painful. More painful, almost, was the nearly identical right hook smashing into the metal covering Ogong's face. As he felt the punch rattling the prison, he felt his own punch landing on something hard. Jim muttered something, and some of Ogong's cage opened, allowing him a tiny sliver of vision. Jim was opposite him. The restraints were a copy of Jim’s armor, which was emulating the original. Which meant that if Jim started hurting the doppelgänger for real...
On cue, Jim lifted his rifle. “Right, enough of your crap.”
Ogong yelped. “Jim? Jim? That’s not Bones you’re looking at-”
Jim opened fire. Ogong had never been on the receiving end of this rifle thing before, but it was terrifying. He couldn’t even see the bullets flying past him, but they were all he could hear. He tried to crouch into the cage a bit more, but as the bullets ricocheted off of the fake armor it seemed to wither away back into the shade. Ogong used the opportunity to scamper off down a hallway.
The room he was in was quite large in comparison to any of the rooms they had been in, comparable in size to the room with all of the statues, but even bigger. This room had four big pillars, forming a large diamond in the center of the room. The pillars were inscribed with the same symbols that Ogong had climbed on those statues earlier, but smaller and more subtle. There were even some pictures. It depicted regular humans in a row, bowing down to an object. To Ogong’s discomfort, the closer the person was to the squarish thing, the more monstrous they appeared. It reminded him of the Mystic Thousand-Word Gate, the tablet that sealed the 108 demons all those millenia ago. That was in his old world, though. Whatever this was, it was worse.
Ogong noticed another passageway away from the room he was just in. He crouched behind a wall, gripping his cheek in pain.
“Seriously, why does everything hurt so much now?”
“Maybe you’re just being a wittle wussy,” Yeo-Ee-Pil teased.
“Thanks,” Ogong nodded, “That was the supportive comment I wanted to hea-”
A brilliant flash of light washed over him, making him cover his eyes. Ogong peered up, noticing the light rolling in from the other passageway. As suddenly as it appeared, the light disappeared, leaving Ogong’s eyes to try and adjust to the relative darkness. From where the light had come, Somerled Murdoch strolled through, gripping his arm.
Ogong could not see him.
“Oh, hey, kid,” Somerled nodded, “Good to see you again. Where’d you wander off to?”
Ogong stood up, walking straight through Somerled to peer around the corner. Jim appeared from the first passageway, his armor battered and his gun raised. If Ogong didn’t know better, he’d say Jim had been thrown about the room several times.
“Oh, hey, Jim,” Ogong called out, “Still can’t see me?”
“Jim?” Somerled muttered, “Kid’s lost it. He isn’t here.”
Jim, meanwhile, was trying to get the attention of the storm spirit, waving his armored hand in front of Somerled’s face. They didn’t know each other very well, but Jim reckoned that Somerled wouldn’t put up with this. Which meant this wasn’t a prank.
“What kid?” Jim wondered to himself, “Is he saying Sun’s here?”
Ogong jumped up wildly. “Yes! I’m here! I’m right here!”
Somerled glared at him. “Calm down, Ogong, he can see-”
Then all three Liberators realized exactly what was happening.
“I can see and hear Somerled...” Jim murmured to himself, “and the kid can see and hear me.”
“But I can’t see Somerled,” Ogong groaned.
Somerled ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Ogong. You can’t see me, but I can see you, and you can see Jim.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “That’s what I just said, Somerled.”
Ogong scratched his head. This was a whole new type of headache.
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Okay, if it isn’t clear, Jim can see Somerled, Somerled can see Ogong, and Ogong can see Jim. But Jim can’t see Ogong, Ogong can’t see Somerled, and Somerled can’t see Jim. I hope that makes things clearer.
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