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| Topic Started: Sep 30 2011, 05:35 AM (234 Views) | ||||||||||||
| Maverick | Sep 30 2011, 05:35 AM Post #1 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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[BK Berry Counter: 6 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 7/31 Items on Hand The armored car ambled slowly down the road out of town. Up ahead the roads were often flooded and the pleasant hum of the tires on asphalt would fade and turn to the rapid chatter of tread crunching through thin layers of ice - a remnant of the fallout with Jgsei. At that point, Floyd turned on some music. Not the radio though. He wasn't in the mood for human warbling. He'd rigged an adapter to work with a scavian memory crystal. He could play back some of the few tracks of music he still had from his homeworld. They were all 100% music. No attempts to yodel. He thrummed his fingers against the steering wheel to the happy tune and sometimes he hummed along. There was nothing to see ahead of course. He was steering in part via the GPS and in part using the VP developed spotlight mounted to the roof of the big vehicle. He was contented to focus on the road, take his time and let come what may. He was heading to Brightopolis today. For what, he could never be sure. He just felt like it. It was a pitstop on his ultimate destination of Ashdell. In the back of the vehicle, the leaves of three little trees rustled contentedly, the based held in place with bungee cords. I'm in Frozen Foggy Swamp. Heading toward Frozen Valley. |
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| Kirin | Sep 30 2011, 05:34 PM Post #2 | |||||||||||
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0.3 ![]() So you're driving along the frozen valley... let's see. - A pair of Sneasel try and mess with the jeep. Catchable, but difficult, if you're so inclined. - Jeep is having trouble getting traction out here because it's so slippery. Slight obstacle - and could tie in to the sneasels. |
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| Maverick | Oct 2 2011, 03:25 PM Post #3 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 [BK Berry Counter: 10 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Team Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 7/31 Items on Hand The fog closed in around the M12 from all sides. Only a thin beam of light told him that he was still on the road, and soon enough, even that became unrecognizable. A sheet of frosted ice glazed the asphalt, rendering the faded yellow lines invisible. The heavy tires began to skid, loosing traction. A red light in the dash flickered on - the traction control warning. Floyd flicked a switch but nothing happened. Four wheel drive, all the tires span and whirred loudly. He was no longer moving and the armored car began to fish tail slowly about. The thin beam of fog burning light flung wildly off to the right. "Shit". He slammed his fists on the dash. The smell of hot rubber began to fill cabin. He took his foot off the gas and checked the GPS. He was hardly five miles outside of town. Being a typical male though, he wasn't about to simply give up and go home. Floyd was a stubborn. He pushed the door open and slid off the seat without thinking, hopping lightly onto the frozen road below. "AGHHYEE!" He yelped shrilly in surprise. Half leaping, and half sliding, he scrambled back into the safety of the cab. Turning around, he glared down at the hazy pavement where fog swirled about the claw marks he'd left in the ice. Floyd was barefoot, as always. Scavians were not built for the cold. "Shit. Shit. SHIT." He continued to swear and simultaneously rub warmth back into his feet. The ice peered innocently back from beneath the open car door. Now he was in a real jam. He needed to get the car moving becuase there was no way he was walking outside. He hadn't brought any snow gear. How could he have forgotten what had happened to the valley at the end of the war? Angrily he slammed the door shut, the cabin was freezing now and the windows were fogging up. He turned on the heater and defroster and waited, silently fuming over the dilemma. A shadow darted by in the corner of his vision. His head jerked about, his breath still billowing out before him while the cabin warmed. He peered into the white blankets and held his breath, straining to hear beyond the idling engine. Was that the sound of claws clattering against the ice? He reached for a pokeball slowly, Pyro's. Fingernails scraped shrilly across the back glass. He jumped, straddled the seat, and looked back across the head rest. His three little trees sat unaware of the apparent bogeyman trying to get in. Nothing there but two narrow lines in the frost. Thump. Went something on the hood. He spun about again. And again there was nothing there. "Shit!" He spat one more time for good measure. Someone or something was messing with his head, and he didn't like that one little bit. He cracked open the window just enough for the narrow beam of red light to shoot through and release Pyro into the wintry world of fog. The dragon's breath puffed out before him, his orange shadow just visible in the white out. He stretched his wings, cranking up his internal furnace. The ground around him began to melt. "Pyro, somethings out --" The charizard roared, lashed out and snatching at the invisable. He cam back empty handed and with two great welts across his snout. He was seething. "--there." Floyd finished. The dragon growled and stalked off into the white, slowly circling the vehicle. Floyd waited and listened. Teasing noises continued to torment the armored car. Pyro would occasionally roar defiantly and Floyd would catch a glimpse of flame glowing beyond the window. Then... BANG! A black shape crashed and sprawled limply across the front windshield. Smoke rose from the edges of the small creature. Floyd sat back, pinned to his seat in surprise. The thing twitched, the awoke with a start, clambering to its feet, ice forming at the tips of its claws, It leaped from the hood into the white. It was met with fire spilled over the cars hood and splashed up the window. "Not the car-not the car!" Cried Floyd, in a panic. The flames shut off and once more quiet settled about the M12. A blood curdling screech shrilled, was answered by deafening roar - a roar cut short by a howl of pain. Floyd heard something fall heavily to the ground and the ice crack. Thrashing. Hissing. Growls burbled through the white. What was happening out there!? "Pyro!" He screamed, suddenly frightened for his hot headed guardian. He swung the door open, suddenly ready to brave the blast of freezing cold to drag his friend back into the car. The door slammed into the dragon's face with a sharp crack. "Oh shit." Floyd gaped at the limping dragon, plastered against the glass. "Sorry?" Pyro growled, shoved the door back, and then held up two claw-fulls of charred, battered Sneasel. Floyd let out a breath and nodded. "Great." The dragon pointed to the road and then to the charred rats. "They froze the road? Can you break it up?" Pyro scowled back but vanished into the fog. Floyd could hear the crunching and cracking of ice as the charizard clawed and broke the tires free of the ice. The traction was still awful, but if Floyd took it easy the vehicles weight alone was enough to keep them grounded. Awards |
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| Scripturient | Oct 2 2011, 05:54 PM Post #4 | |||||||||||
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[[ and i lay my head back down ]]
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0.4 and 5 trust.1.0 for Pyro.-You make it to the Frozen Valley -There's a body lying half-buried in the snow up ahead -If you rescue him, you'll find out he's a confused trainer and ready to attack -He has a Raichu and Mamoswine with him -If you don't rescue him, the M12 suddenly and mysteriously malfunctions. Karma's a bitch, ain't it? Edited by Scripturient, Oct 2 2011, 05:57 PM.
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| Maverick | Oct 5 2011, 04:11 PM Post #5 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 [BK Berry Counter: 10 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Team Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 10/1 Items on Hand [In Frozen Valley heading for Sinklands 1] At the rate they were going, they would reach Brightopolis sometime next year. Maybe in time for Giftmas. The M12 crawled slowly and carefully forward over the glazed road. Snow was piled up in drifts off to the side and the spotlight glanced off the glistening mounds and vanished into the haze. Only when it glanced off of something strikingly blue did Floyd take pause. His foot left the gas pedal and both feet found the clutch and brake while he stared in wonder at the anomaly in the snow. "Now what do you reckon that is?" He asked no one in particular. Pyro had been returned to his pokeball awhile back, so the only living things to listen to him talk to himself were the plants. Their leaves rustled softly in what Floyd imagined to be a leafy shrug. He wanted to get out of the SUV and check it out, but he also wanted no part of the snow. He frowned and then came up with a solution. Helsing appeared moments later, looking grumpy and knowing that Floyd would not have woken him for anything fun. Floyd explained, pointed at the blue thing in the snow. Helsing grimaced. Floyd. That thing is human. And it's about dead. You're going to have to get off your scaly ass, and get out of the car to dig it out of the snow. Floyd frowned mightily now. As if pushing the expression to painful limits would help him to resolve the problem of not wearing proper shoes. Finally, with a shake of his head, he opened the car door. There was simply no helping it. The icy air leaped at his face like an eager dog. He growled and placed his feet onto the ice. A few minutes of exposure wouldn't hurt him. Cringing and wincing with every step, he tip toed over to the buried blue man in the snow drift. Leaning over, he swept the ice crystals from what turned out to be a bald head with either blue paint or a very bright tattoo of enigmatic design. The man's face was odd, and the color of the facial decoration stirred something within him, but he couldn't remember what exactly it reminded him of. He began to dig at the snow until at last he could grasp the man beneath his arms and pull him free. Floyd let out a gasp and dumped him right in the middle of the frozen road. Now the blue paint made sense. The man, aside from being abnormally tall, wore the tribal armor of the heretic tribe. This man belonged to Xilas. Floyd recoiled with disgust, drawing his .45 and momentarily forgetting the pain in his bare feet while his anger boiled over. Wait Floyd. Helsing cautioned. Why here? Why now? Her remaining men would know better than to go traipsing about in such obvious costume. "Then he's an idiot." Floyd spat back, taking aim and readying to kill the man and be done with it. He stayed his hand though, "Maybe he's a deserter." He considered briefly taking the man into custody. Headquarters would save his life, interrogate him, THEN kill him. No less than what he deserved. "Help me get him into the car." Helsing obliged with a a wave of his claws, telekinetically raising the man into the air and directing him towards the open car door. The man twitched, and then came to life, eyes wide with terror and a garbled shout tearing from his frozen lips. Helsing dropped him in surprise, but the jarring landing only served to waken the Jgsei soldier more. Maddened with fear and terror the stranger spotted Floyd and gave another unintelligible shout. He crab walked backwards, away from the alien. A string of syllables that Floyd could not make heads or tales of spewed from the soldier's mouth, but it was the look of pure hatred that told all. He reached for his belt, releasing a massive explosion of bright red light before Floyd could realize the danger he was in. Move! The alakazam cried out, thrusting forth a gout of energy that knocked Floyd clear off his feet and onto the hood of the car. As he slid down the hot metal he saw, standing stoically where he had once been, a massive Mamoswine, curling tusks swaying back and forth. "Shit!" Was the most intelligent thing he could think of to say. More garbled nonsense from the Jgsei Terrorist and a second blob of light revealed a Raichu, its bright orange coat gleaming in the M12's headlights. Floyd rolled off the hood and scrambled for the car, his feet finally reminding him that he couldn't stand if he couldn't feel them. From the front seat he tossed three pokeballs. Pyro again, a Gengar, and Brick. The Charizard was still tired from his last endeavor to save the alien, but The ryhperior and ghost who went by the title of 'Overlord Steve', were ready for a brawl. Helsing remained adrift in the air, eye's glowing violently. Wait. Something wasn't right here. Floyd? Where's Til'k? The geneticore had not been in the M12 when they departed Misthenge. Nor did the monster have a pokeball. Floyd ignored the question, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Til'k was, in fact, about a quarter mile behind them, hunting, and following along on foot. The smell of blood and battle would draw him in quickly enough though. Of that Floyd never had to doubt. "Take those two out now!" Floyd shouted impatiently. The fact that Jgsei soldier was still human and had been exposed to the elements for far too long meant that every second was important if they were going to turn him over to HQ alive. Pyro and Brick and responded in unison, Flames erupting with an explosion of rock. The small rat went over looked as the massive elephantine creature stamped about and trumpeted rage. Its tusks iced over and clashed with Brick's, each aglow with their power of their own elements. The raichu crackled and sparked, launching a thunder bolt at the watching ghost. Over Lord Steve shouted in surprise, rubbing his smoking rear end and glaring hotly at the rodent. Helsing stepped in, flicking it to the side carelessly with a wave of psychic energy. This was too easy. The Jgsei Soldiers were stronger than this in the war. What had happened? As the beasts tossed staggering blows and bolts of energy to and fro, the answer came to him. These were not Jgsei pokemon. They were native to this region and had not been subject to the training of the northern species. He looked away from the battle to study the enemy again. The warrior could barely stand. He wobbled and stumbled, trying to issue orders to his pokemon and stay on top. In spite of hypothermia and whatever other injury he might have sustained, he was focused on only the battle. Anger and a fleeting look of desperation spread across his face. The raichu had fallen and Floyd's pokemon had the mamoswine surrounded, weakening it. Unexpectedly, the man took off running, abandoning the battle, and abandoning his pokemon. He was done and he knew it, and this was his last attempt to evade capture. With his pokemon occupied, Floyd would have to chase him his self, but he couldn't! Not barefoot in the snow. Floyd wasn't made of the same stuff as these barbaric humans. He watched helplessly from the cab of the M12 as the figure vanished into the whiteout. The sounds of battle finally died down. Overlord Steve was now out cold and so was Brick and Pyro. It was Helsing who had delivered the final blow as the last of his comrades had fallen. The enemy had escaped. Thinking that all was said and done Floyd revived his friends and returned them to their pokeballs. Just as he climbed back into the cab, ready to shut out the cold for good, a hulking figure trotted swiftly up behind the vehicle. Floyd gave a startled shout, and then realized that it was only Til'k. Fresh blood was drying on his toothy muzzle. At least the monster's hunting foray had been successful, but there was no way to tell what, or who, his pray might have been. One way or another, Floyd would never find out why this Jgsei soldier was out here all alone with strange pokemon and freezing to death. Rewards
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| Scripturient | Oct 6 2011, 03:27 PM Post #6 | |||||||||||
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[[ and i lay my head back down ]]
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0.3 and 4 trust0.3 for each of your 'mons-There are some wild Pokemon around, but for the most part they're docile -You have to be attacked by at least one -How you respond to the attack doesn't matter -Feel free to advance to the next landmark |
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| Maverick | Oct 9 2011, 07:30 AM Post #7 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.3 Sorry, not really into more battles. I brushed over the 'encounter' as it were. Sorta bummed right now. [BK Berry Counter: 11 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Team Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 10/1 Items on Hand [leaving Frozen Valley. Entering Sinklands 1] Pokemon once more traveling in the warmth of their pokeballs, Floyd was back on the road. This time, Til'k was in the passenger seat. The big monster sat noisily picking his teeth clean. Floyd ignored him for the most part. His only thoughts were of reaching Brightopolis. His foot let off the gas and he paused to wonder why he was in such a hurry. There was nothing IN Brightopolis that he really cared about. He frowned. It all led back to the same problem. He was only doing this to take his mind off the fact that he was bored. And lonely. As he mulled over his inner demons, his focus drifted away from the road. An excited screech rose up Til'k, and then a barely distinguished thump-thump rose from the tires. 13,000 pounds of armored car didn't care about about road kill. Floyd surfaced from his thoughts to glance into the rear view mirror. Something furry, flat, and very red - faded into the distance. He shook his head and tried to pay more attention. No telling what it had been. Til'k snickered meanly to himself and etched a little X into the dash board. There was already a neat little row of X's from previous encounters. Floyd frowned and shook his head. There was really no point in moping about all the people he'd once known suddenly abandoning him. The ones that would still talk to him were all in BT. Except for Ben, they were all mere acquaintances. One way or another he had to keep going. Life went on. Gyms and collecting were just distractions to pass the time. |
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| Scripturient | Oct 9 2011, 07:23 PM Post #8 | |||||||||||
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[[ and i lay my head back down ]]
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0.3 and 4 trustLet's see here... -A similarly armored vehicle shows up next to you out of nowhere and challenges you to a race -If you accept, you can make it to the next landmark -If not, start singing sad songs |
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| Maverick | Oct 16 2011, 08:20 AM Post #9 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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.4 [BK Berry Counter: 12 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Team Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 10/1 Items on Hand [In Sinklands 1 > Heading towards Soggy Dirt] While Floyd once more drowned in his own self inflicted misery, a bright red blip appeared in the rear view mirror. He took no note, his mind being else where. Til'k though, keen eyed and senses wide open for adventures and new hunts, spotted it immediately. A hiss of pleasure escaped his bared teeth and he wriggled in his seat anxiously. This got Floyd's attention. "What you so wound up about?" He muttered, casting a side ward glance at the monster. Like a cat ready to pounce on a dot of light on the floor, Til'k inched forward and squirmed about, wanted the red blip in the mirror very much but not knowing how to get to it. The red blip was growing larger and now at last Floyd saw it and connected it with his fiends behavior. "What the? What the hell do you reckon that is?" An SUV, not that dissimilar from his own, loomed in the distance. Wide sprays of muddy water flanked each side, coating the red paint in gray mud. Floyd scowled. To his knowledge he was the only one with the specialized VP wheels that allowed him to cut through the wet terrain like butter. Had they gone back on their contract and sold the designs? The vehicle raced toward them, slowly down only when it's tinted windows were right beside Floyd's own. The other car jerked to the right, chancing a close encounter with the black M12. Floyd yanked the wheel away from the menace, fearing for his paint job, more than the car. the red SUV blared its horn, laying on the racket long and loud and then gunning forward so that the from bumper was just ahead of the M12. "He's wants to race." Til'k rolled his eyes and snorted. Brilliant, Sherlock. Who would have guessed? "Reckon we can take him?" Til'l bared his needle teeth and pointed to the tank beneath his seat. The NOS was a novelty that Floyd has seldom used or needed. He snorted now being reminded of it. "And if that don't work, there's one thing this rig has that theirs doesn't." He patted the controls for the spotlight mounted on the roof. Bright enough to burn through the never ending fog of the valley, it was sure to burn out the other guys retinas. Without so much as a glance at the other car, Floor dropped the clutch, winding the engine tight before bounding ahead and washing the red car in a thick spray of black peat. He snickered meanly to himself as the other driver turned on his wipers and bounded after him. Neck and neck the two vehicles raced. Floyd was toying with the other. Gas guzzlers such as these wouldn't last long under these circumstances. Already the needle was nosing close to E. Floyd was making a bet that the other car did not have a second tank though. He switched over, grinned at the other car, and then hit the NOS. Again the red car was washed down in mud and soon began to fade into the distance. Floyd had won, or so he'd thought. As they passed an outcropping of rock, Floyd saw a flash of light flicker behind them. Two posts planted in the medium which he'd failed to notice while glorying over his victory. Traffic cameras. Every drivers bane. And they just caught him doing 150 and slowing down. "Ah shit." Behind him the red car reappeared. It had knowingly slowed down to avoid the speed trap and then hurried to catch up. The passenger window rolled down and the driver wiggled his fingers in a taunting little wave. Floyd was sure the other guy was howling with laughter. He'd been set up! He looked at Til'k. The monster stared right back. "Karma hates me already, you know." Til'k nodded in agreement. They sped ahead, catching up with the Red SUV and its bastard driver. Floyd inched the M12 a foot or so from the jerks rear bumper and waved happily out his window before sending a pulse of light through the back of the red car's windows. As expected, the poor guy was blinded and swerved off the road, hit the muddy ditch, bounced out again, ran back onto the road, ran over the medium, and climbed the other bank. Gravity took hold and flipped the car. It skidded in a wave of sparks over the asphalt before coming to a teetering halt. Floyd had stopped the M12 to watch and savor the moment. The other driver finally scrambled out of the car to survey the damage. It was superficial. Floyd blared the M12's horn and raced off towards Brightopolis. It had been a very spiteful vindictive thing to do but Floyd was pretty sure Karma hated him anyway. He always tried to play the good guy and where's it ever got him? It was time for universal pay back. He'd had enough. Til'k was watching his alien curiously. Floyd's potential to be a true predator had always been there, but held in check. Had Til'k been driving, he would have thrown the M12 into reverse and backed over the human. But this was Floyd. And this had been a step in the right direction for him, in the monsters mind. Poor Floyd needed to loosen up. If the world really hated him as much as he seemed convinced it did, it was time to stop caring and enjoy himself. It was time to stop denying what he really was. While Til'k daydreamed about a day when the two could go on a mass killing spree together - a day that would never come. The old guilt began to play on Floyd's mind. Not only did he have a ticket to worm his way out of, he'd have to worry about the asshole back there pressing charges. Shit. Shit and double shit. |
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| Fuddledy | Oct 18 2011, 05:41 AM Post #10 | |||||||||||
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(0.5 and 5 Trust - also, previous Trust scores? =] )So, you reach the Soggy Dirt. A couple more pieces of roadkill later, you'll end up in Brightopolis. A weary-looking traveller stands on the side of the mud-soaked road, hand outstretched, trying to flag you down. Looks like he smells a bit, though. Might mess up the M12. |
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| Maverick | Oct 19 2011, 07:29 PM Post #11 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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It's not required yet. So long as you can still scroll up and easily see what I've done, I'm not posting the list of past trust scores. If I switch threads or the page flips over, then I can see the point in it. And I'm bored and need something really different. Your hobo is getting a facelift from the realistic to the surreal. [BK Berry Counter: 12 (Berry Visits are every Saturday; Last Visit on 7/23)] Floyd's Team Floyd's Carried Trees - On Hand Floyds Balance Book: Last Updated on 10/1 Items on Hand [Soggy Dirt > Brightopolis] The chatter of the water washing over the wheel wells took Floyd's mind off his present troubles. Til'k was quiet, contented with counting off the things that just happened to squish under the heavy solid wheels. The day was dreary and gray, rain just miles ahead and blowing in from the coast. The grass that somehow survived on the marsh bent under the gale that pounded against the side of the SUV. The wipers flicked back and forth, swiping away sheet after sheet of droplets that dared mist over the glass. A lean hulking shadow appeared by the roadside and Floyd slowed down, not wanting to drench the bystander more than he already was. He saw the out-struck thumb and pulled over out of pity. In the rear view mirror he watched the figure hobble toward the car with an obvious limp. He wore a rain slicked trench coat that hung down to his unbelievably huge boots. A rather floppy hat shadowed his features until he reached the car and the rolled down window. "Needing a lift, buddy?" Floyd asked, expecting the human to take off running at the first sight of him or the geneticore. The figure though, was completely undisturbed. "Ay." The other grunted. "Fine-fine. Hop on in and dry off a bit. We'll be in Brightopolis in about an hour." The other didn't say a word to this, but nodded, the bill of his wide brimmed hat flopping. He climbed into the backseat and brought with him a curious stink. Floyd recognized it right away, having grown up in a fishing village. The stink of fish clung to this man like a noxious cloud. Floyd pulled back out onto the road, noting that Til'k's full attention was on the man in the back seat. Oddly enough, the monster was making no attempt to taste or eat him. If anything, Til'k actually looked disgusted. The General began to study the man more closely through furtive glances in the mirror. A flash of lightning followed by a clap of thunder briefly lit up the man's darkened face. What Floyd saw there burned into his brain as the most strange human he'd ever met, and he'd met plenty of half humans over the years. The man's head was narrow, for one. A receding chin and forehead making his face protrude like a muzzle. His bulging eyes glistened in the darkness and never once blinked. His mouth was very wide, or perhaps his face was really that narrow. The hat and long wet coat hid most everything else about him, save for his huge hands like bear paws which folded neatly over his lap. Huge palms and thick short fingers that curled like claws.Tthe skin though, was a most unhealthy shade of gray blue and very scabby. Floyd had to agree with Til'k that there was something not right about this one. He was diseased, surely. He looked away and concentrated on the road. The smell was not overly offensive to him, but it was very overpowering and made ignoring the man all the more difficult. "What brings you out here, without a ride?" He finally asked, hating the silence which the hitchhiker did not seem inclined to break. "Work." Croaked the other. His voice was not clean and airy like most humans. It was gravelly and wet, much like Floyd's. The one word answers were less than enlightening and more than infuriating. He tried again. "Well you had to get out here somehow. Not much of a place to get stranded. And I've not seen any cars along the roads. Where you coming from?" An audible growl bubbled from the backseat. "Mayriver." He said hoarsely. "Ah. I know the place. Nice sea port. I prefer Wellly myself though. More out of the way. Better privacy." He cought a glimpse of those huge staring eyes watching him with menace. "Yes." Agreed the vagrant. "We've family in all the ports now." Finally. A whole sentence! "Mind me asking what has you walking across the continent from Mayriver to Brightopolis?" "Yeah. I do mind." Floyd was struck dumb, and he huffed loudly, turning his attention back on the road. "But perhaps you would understand." Floyd looked back and saw the odd man's huge eyes watching Til'k, warily. He did not elaborate on what Floyd would understand. "You aren't like the others." He said at last. "He said you wouldn't be." "HE?" Floyd slammed a foot on the brake, reacting out of anger and surprise. The M12 hydroplaned, then fishtailed across the flooded road. The man was through forward into the back of the front seat, knocking his hat askew. "If you got something to say to me, you'd best come right out with it. I don't have time for jokes, buddy." Til'k snaked his head very close to the other's face and hissed with revulsion. Inches away but not close enough to touch. Til'k wanted nothing to do with this one, whatever he was. "You'll find out eventually." Whispered the vagrant. "If you've the nerve." That wide mouth quivered as it stretched into a shadowed grin. Over head the storm cought up with them as they faced off. Lighting flashed, lighting up the cab. His pale face shone white as dead flesh, his eyes black as a sharks. The skin about his neck was deeply creased and just as scabby as every inch of his hands had been. Floyd couldn't bring himself to answer. Something about this man unsettled him, made his innards churn. He felt like this stranger had answers, could tell him life's secrets. But how? He looked at Til'k. The monster was close to just climbing out of the car and stomping off. He was that disgusted with their guest. He found this odd. Til'k hated humans in general, but was never disgusted by them. Humans were food. From the looks of it though. Til'k wouldn't touch this one with a ten foot pole. He'd just as soon eat his own road kill first. "No jokes." He growled softly at the strange man. The smile lingered. "No jokes." To which the alien nodded, a little uncertainly. Turning back around slowly, Floyd found himself pulling back out onto the road. He was confused, anxious, and for some reason, eager. He felt as if he was starting out on some grand adventure when in reality it looked more like he was being taken for a ride. Til'k was watching Floyd now with a troubled looked. Something was very wrong and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do about it. My Magost, Nomel and Spelon Trees are ready for a berry mod. 2-4 please. I think I'm turning this into a short free form once in Brightopolis. I had a lot of fun with this. Gave me some good ideas for stuff I actually want to write about. I like the science fiction type stuff and mysteries but no one ever mods that sort of thing. .5 for you Fudd. Awards? None, but the weird hobo guy is traveling with Floyd for awhile. Edited by Maverick, Oct 20 2011, 05:46 PM.
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.5, sounds like it's definitely headed somewhere neat. 4, 3, 3 for the berries. Welcome to Brightopolis! |
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| Maverick | Oct 21 2011, 07:15 PM Post #13 | |||||||||||
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"How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?"
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