06-23-2017, 07:02 PM
“Worth it.”
I puff on the cigar. It’s an experience. I’ve never smoked one before, and I can tell how expensive it must be. Full of aroma, salt-and-peppery flavours, and with a horrible clenching sensation in my chest when I inhale.
I do so. Cough, cough. “That’s the good shit,” I manage to choke out.
Something touches the outer range of my senses and I freeze, gripping the cigar between my teeth. Seems like some motherfucker finally ran into me. I raise my fingers like pistols and duck behind a tree. He’s moving fast, but he’s not set to run into me unless I make a move.
Well, God Enel doesn’t hide from strangers.
I wait until his psychic silhouette crosses mine, then I step out, finger aimed at the back of his head. “STOP,” I command.
It’s a man in a black suit, caped and with two sharp protrusions from the top of his head. Some kind of … cat … man?
“Turn … slowly.”
He does so.
Oh, man.
He’s taken the cosplayer look way too far. “What are you supposed to be?” I ask, genuinely bewildered.
“I’m Batman,” he snarls. “Who are you?”
Bat Man. Wow.
I gesture to myself. “God Enel. The One True God. I’m sure you’re overwhelmed to make my acquaintance.”
He looks me up and down, with those blank eyes. I assume they’re part of his mask, but maybe he’s got actual bat DNA.
“You a fuckin’ vampire?” I ask.
He looks at me funny-like. “No.”
“You got any items?”
He answers without missing a beat. “No. You?”
A sly smile slides across my face. “Mmmmaybe. You wanna try and take them off me?”
Another weird look. “No. I’m trying to get pickups, not get myself killed.”
“Well, isn’t it your lucky day!” I spread my arms wide. “I just traded my last patsy for a cigar, so I’m in the market for someone new. Whaddya say, Bats … man, want to partner up for the next drop? We can play rock-paper-scissors for it.” Rock-paper-scissors-electrocution, actually.
He grunts. “Sure. I’ve been looking for an ally.”
“Great. We’re gonna get on juuuust fine, Bats.”
He says nothing to that. Well, that’s fine by me. Less talking, more winning, that’s my motto.
I puff on the cigar. It’s an experience. I’ve never smoked one before, and I can tell how expensive it must be. Full of aroma, salt-and-peppery flavours, and with a horrible clenching sensation in my chest when I inhale.
I do so. Cough, cough. “That’s the good shit,” I manage to choke out.
Something touches the outer range of my senses and I freeze, gripping the cigar between my teeth. Seems like some motherfucker finally ran into me. I raise my fingers like pistols and duck behind a tree. He’s moving fast, but he’s not set to run into me unless I make a move.
Well, God Enel doesn’t hide from strangers.
I wait until his psychic silhouette crosses mine, then I step out, finger aimed at the back of his head. “STOP,” I command.
It’s a man in a black suit, caped and with two sharp protrusions from the top of his head. Some kind of … cat … man?
“Turn … slowly.”
He does so.
Oh, man.
He’s taken the cosplayer look way too far. “What are you supposed to be?” I ask, genuinely bewildered.
“I’m Batman,” he snarls. “Who are you?”
Bat Man. Wow.
I gesture to myself. “God Enel. The One True God. I’m sure you’re overwhelmed to make my acquaintance.”
He looks me up and down, with those blank eyes. I assume they’re part of his mask, but maybe he’s got actual bat DNA.
“You a fuckin’ vampire?” I ask.
He looks at me funny-like. “No.”
“You got any items?”
He answers without missing a beat. “No. You?”
A sly smile slides across my face. “Mmmmaybe. You wanna try and take them off me?”
Another weird look. “No. I’m trying to get pickups, not get myself killed.”
“Well, isn’t it your lucky day!” I spread my arms wide. “I just traded my last patsy for a cigar, so I’m in the market for someone new. Whaddya say, Bats … man, want to partner up for the next drop? We can play rock-paper-scissors for it.” Rock-paper-scissors-electrocution, actually.
He grunts. “Sure. I’ve been looking for an ally.”
“Great. We’re gonna get on juuuust fine, Bats.”
He says nothing to that. Well, that’s fine by me. Less talking, more winning, that’s my motto.
Quote:Batman and Enel go from C5 to C17.
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