Post by Ramune on Mar 21, 2016 23:22:51 GMT
Praise your palette of lies For it’s a masterpiece that you have created 1110/1110 words | solo Hopefully it's alright. got carried away and it came out long. |  |
From the darkness of the woods, the sudden change in lighting made her instinctively visor her eyes. The flowers that littered the wide expanse of the field gave the first glance a fluffy, colorful appeal that made her want to lay down in the grass without a care. Ramune walked into the area, leaving the Windsoor Greatwood and kneeled down, her knees rubbing against the grass. A part of her--the one that was still back behind the computer screen and hadn’t caught up with the situation was telling her that she better watch it, or she’d end up doing even more laundry.
Then the swords on her weight made a noise, and the illusion of being in a park was gone with the wind.
‘What am I doing--this wasn’t a safe area!’ She thought to herself, her lips twisting down into a grimace. One hand pushed her weight back up and the rosette stood, putting a loose fisted hand on the hilt of her weapon. The two parts of her were catching up, on the same page and she started forward with one last mournful look at the nice spot of grass behind her.
‘Would’ve been a good place to take a nap, too…’
The low-level area was a good place to put her hand in the pot and stir it around. Ramune didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the gates, from what she had heard it was terrifying. That led her to making the decision that staying somewhere safe was the smartest idea, her self preservation kicking in and making her stick in the safe zone. But it had been too long--and the boredom was suffocating. The courage to step out on to the path had taken her days to scrounge up, hours spent listening on the streets to the accounts of others that had already gone out before she had decided upon her destination.
‘How hard could it be?’ The question bounced around in the forefront of her mind, a deadly self reassurance, she knew. She’d wake back up in the cathedral, but what if? It was a dark lump of yarn in her stomach, one that twisted and turned, laughing at her. Why was she out here? Oh yeah, 'cause she couldn’t stand sitting around. But at least there she was safe, not looking over her shoulder ever few moments, encouraging that paranoid yarn ball that was mocking her.
It told her to go back, time and time again as the Adventurer walked forward, cutting through the grass with her legs. It seemed to get taller and taller, covering her shins as she progressed. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’
Her head tilted back to the treeline. A good ways away but she wouldn’t get lost when all she had to do was turn around. And turn around she did, her hand dropped from the hilt of her sword as she made a beeline back the way she had came. As fate would have it--as the world, against her, made it, her decision was probably not the best. Or, instead, very well thought through. A snort caught her attention, in the grass that she was wading out of slowly and Ramune searched around her to pinpoint the source.
“What was that--” Her waist turned and she caught an eye full of a a rustle of grass. Violent and louder as it got closer and closer, a Young Pittered Boar broke through and flew at her across the ground. The ball of yarn started to crow at her in loud volumes, a chorus of ‘I told you so!’ Flying through her mind as she sprang into the air. Her body curled in for a moment, her hands grabbing the hilts of her rapier in the left, and her long sword in her right. The hilt of the sword flew down at the back of the boar and she missed--her feet slamming against the ground as the Swashbuckler drew back a couple of steps.
That was okay--she was okay. “For now.” Ramune bit out, her front teeth chattering together from nerves. She gathered herself, the young boar turning around from its charge and facing her, leaving her pale faced and almost thoughtless. She had dodged but the stun had missed--it had been down to whatever had made the 0 pop on the screen. Lousy luck, and poor preparation. She had let her guard down--drawn the mobs attention somehow, maybe got too close and agitated it, but what she was worried about now was ‘That thing’s coming again and I need to do something fast!’
Ramune pushed forward, her image a blur as she pierced forward with her rapier, the long sword in her main hand balanced on the partnering shoulder. Her eyes vaguely registered the health bar--green, not hers but the young pitted boars going down a fraction with the attack, it’s charge interrupted with her own.
The long sword that had been held in preparation was brought down, cutting into her foe. Another fraction--she couldn’t guess with how this was going, how many more she needed. All Ramune could do was gather herself once more and prepare for the mob, coming at her once more to pound against her with it’s head with vengeance. It left her light headed as her mind continued it’s own assault, making her mind draw a blank, white screen as she lifted her rapier and stabbed in front of her, the thin edge dragging across the monster's side.
‘Bad--that was bad--’ Her front was open again and it left her open for another full front from the monster, knocking Ramune on her back with a view of the sky.
Really--this wouldn’t be such a bad position if it was minus one boar. But it was still there, coming at her and she couldn’t lay there like she wanted to. The woman had to move, and move she did as she rolled on the ground and bounced on her knee, glaring at the monster. Her blades were once more at a ready and seconds into her regained half-standing position, she was slashing at the boar in an X-form, disappearing from her initial point and a meter behind the boar that fell with a thud, turning into experience and whatever it had dropped.
It was over. She was still alive. A look at her status said she could’ve done better, would have if she was behind a screen with a keyboard and a mouse and not doing it all herself. She heaved a breath upwards, blowing at her bangs as she slid her swords into their respective holsters and stood up.
Then the swords on her weight made a noise, and the illusion of being in a park was gone with the wind.
‘What am I doing--this wasn’t a safe area!’ She thought to herself, her lips twisting down into a grimace. One hand pushed her weight back up and the rosette stood, putting a loose fisted hand on the hilt of her weapon. The two parts of her were catching up, on the same page and she started forward with one last mournful look at the nice spot of grass behind her.
‘Would’ve been a good place to take a nap, too…’
The low-level area was a good place to put her hand in the pot and stir it around. Ramune didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the gates, from what she had heard it was terrifying. That led her to making the decision that staying somewhere safe was the smartest idea, her self preservation kicking in and making her stick in the safe zone. But it had been too long--and the boredom was suffocating. The courage to step out on to the path had taken her days to scrounge up, hours spent listening on the streets to the accounts of others that had already gone out before she had decided upon her destination.
‘How hard could it be?’ The question bounced around in the forefront of her mind, a deadly self reassurance, she knew. She’d wake back up in the cathedral, but what if? It was a dark lump of yarn in her stomach, one that twisted and turned, laughing at her. Why was she out here? Oh yeah, 'cause she couldn’t stand sitting around. But at least there she was safe, not looking over her shoulder ever few moments, encouraging that paranoid yarn ball that was mocking her.
It told her to go back, time and time again as the Adventurer walked forward, cutting through the grass with her legs. It seemed to get taller and taller, covering her shins as she progressed. ‘Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’
Her head tilted back to the treeline. A good ways away but she wouldn’t get lost when all she had to do was turn around. And turn around she did, her hand dropped from the hilt of her sword as she made a beeline back the way she had came. As fate would have it--as the world, against her, made it, her decision was probably not the best. Or, instead, very well thought through. A snort caught her attention, in the grass that she was wading out of slowly and Ramune searched around her to pinpoint the source.
“What was that--” Her waist turned and she caught an eye full of a a rustle of grass. Violent and louder as it got closer and closer, a Young Pittered Boar broke through and flew at her across the ground. The ball of yarn started to crow at her in loud volumes, a chorus of ‘I told you so!’ Flying through her mind as she sprang into the air. Her body curled in for a moment, her hands grabbing the hilts of her rapier in the left, and her long sword in her right. The hilt of the sword flew down at the back of the boar and she missed--her feet slamming against the ground as the Swashbuckler drew back a couple of steps.
That was okay--she was okay. “For now.” Ramune bit out, her front teeth chattering together from nerves. She gathered herself, the young boar turning around from its charge and facing her, leaving her pale faced and almost thoughtless. She had dodged but the stun had missed--it had been down to whatever had made the 0 pop on the screen. Lousy luck, and poor preparation. She had let her guard down--drawn the mobs attention somehow, maybe got too close and agitated it, but what she was worried about now was ‘That thing’s coming again and I need to do something fast!’
Ramune pushed forward, her image a blur as she pierced forward with her rapier, the long sword in her main hand balanced on the partnering shoulder. Her eyes vaguely registered the health bar--green, not hers but the young pitted boars going down a fraction with the attack, it’s charge interrupted with her own.
The long sword that had been held in preparation was brought down, cutting into her foe. Another fraction--she couldn’t guess with how this was going, how many more she needed. All Ramune could do was gather herself once more and prepare for the mob, coming at her once more to pound against her with it’s head with vengeance. It left her light headed as her mind continued it’s own assault, making her mind draw a blank, white screen as she lifted her rapier and stabbed in front of her, the thin edge dragging across the monster's side.
‘Bad--that was bad--’ Her front was open again and it left her open for another full front from the monster, knocking Ramune on her back with a view of the sky.
Really--this wouldn’t be such a bad position if it was minus one boar. But it was still there, coming at her and she couldn’t lay there like she wanted to. The woman had to move, and move she did as she rolled on the ground and bounced on her knee, glaring at the monster. Her blades were once more at a ready and seconds into her regained half-standing position, she was slashing at the boar in an X-form, disappearing from her initial point and a meter behind the boar that fell with a thud, turning into experience and whatever it had dropped.
It was over. She was still alive. A look at her status said she could’ve done better, would have if she was behind a screen with a keyboard and a mouse and not doing it all herself. She heaved a breath upwards, blowing at her bangs as she slid her swords into their respective holsters and stood up.
(c) Ellie
