It was time to see who would answer the call. I messaged LegoAgentFigure first. He was the best warrior I knew, and he owed me one.
Ninjagofanmam was a samurai of great repute, who happened to be wielding a blade I made as a primary. Anyways, she was a package deal. If I got her, Tigress and Neko would be along for the ride, her two silent sidekicks.
Darkclaw and MissKuku were next. I only hoped they’d see it, they had disappeared months ago. They knew Boomer well.
I messaged Tad and his apprentice Eli, because why not? They were literally down for anything subversive and dangerous. Risking life and limb needlessly was a hobby for them.
As a final shot in the dark, I shot Ojo the call. I got the feeling he’d answer.
With that out of the way, I turned to my weapon rack. It was time to pick one. And man, what a selection!
See, I made a lot of weapons for orders. But occasionally, I wanted to make something that nobody ever wanted. They always looked nice hanging on my wall.
My eyes rested on a huge scythe blade attached to a link chain. Massively destructive, and a level five tier. It would do quite nicely. I pulled it down, wrapping the chain around my hand. I felt the weight in my hands, incredibly heavy, but balanced. Luckily I wasn’t in an immersion suit or I’d never be able to pick this baby up. I might need to tone up regardless, my gloves were still registering a lot of drag.
A knock. I walked over to the door, and ripped it open.
Boomer was on my doorstep. His skull face broke into a huge, creepy grin. “It’s on, then?”
“This better be some kick-butt lore ore.” I growled.
I was mentioned in one of the most awesome MB stories out there?! ^v^ *bookmarks* Now I have to read all of this.
It was time to see who would answer the call. I messaged LegoAgentFigure first. He was the best warrior I knew, and he owed me one.
Ninjagofanmam was a samurai of great repute, who happened to be wielding a blade I made as a primary. Anyways, she was a package deal. If I got her, Tigress and Neko would be along for the ride, her two silent sidekicks.
Darkclaw and MissKuku were next. I only hoped they’d see it, they had disappeared months ago. They knew Boomer well.
I messaged Tad and his apprentice Eli, because why not? They were literally down for anything subversive and dangerous. Risking life and limb needlessly was a hobby for them.
As a final shot in the dark, I shot Ojo the call. I got the feeling he’d answer.
With that out of the way, I turned to my weapon rack. It was time to pick one. And man, what a selection!
See, I made a lot of weapons for orders. But occasionally, I wanted to make something that nobody ever wanted. They always looked nice hanging on my wall.
My eyes rested on a huge scythe blade attached to a link chain. Massively destructive, and a level five tier. It would do quite nicely. I pulled it down, wrapping the chain around my hand. I felt the weight in my hands, incredibly heavy, but balanced. Luckily I wasn’t in an immersion suit or I’d never be able to pick this baby up. I might need to tone up regardless, my gloves were still registering a lot of drag.
A knock. I walked over to the door, and ripped it open.
Boomer was on my doorstep. His skull face broke into a huge, creepy grin. “It’s on, then?”
“This better be some kick-butt lore ore.” I growled.
I was mentioned in one of the most awesome MB stories out there?! ^v^ *bookmarks* Now I have to read all of this.
“I’m not sure how safe it’ll be back there either.” I said, and took one final swing at a medium-sized tree. I put my all into it, leaning into the blow and letting my power channel through my muscles. I casually lopped the tree in two, and then just stared dumbfounded as it tottered there, before falling towards me. I finally scrambled out of the way, dragging my scythe whip with me. It crashed behind me. I stared first at my hands, then the tree, then my weapon.
“Maybe we’ll fight some evil trees, and you’ll get to use that move.” Boomer said, clearly impressed but trying his hardest to hide it. “C’mon, lumberjack, let’s go see if anybody has shown up.”
I took the scythe whip outside to practice. I didn’t feel like trashing my shop right now. Boomer watched as I swung it experimentally around, trying to get a feeling for it, before I sliced my own legs off. It banged against the side of my right leg, and I winced, despite the fact that was my metal one.
“C’mon already.” Boomer taunted. “Hit something.”
I swung it hard, releasing some of the chain as it spun out. The momentum was crazy, I had to brace my feet to keep from being ripped off them. The blade swung in an arcing semi-circle, and then embedded itself firmly into a tree. Boomer clapped enthusiastically. I yanked at it. “Help me get this out of here.” I said.
~<>~
An hour later and the ground looked like a tornado and an earthquake had tried merging in the area. The ground was torn up in chunks, the trees were all nicked and scarred, and I was sweating like a faucet, both in game and in real life. I hoisted it over my shoulder. “I feel like I got this.”
“I feel like I wanna stay behind you when you’re swinging that thing.”
“I’m not sure how safe it’ll be back there either.” I said, and took one final swing at a medium-sized tree. I put my all into it, leaning into the blow and letting my power channel through my muscles. I casually lopped the tree in two, and then just stared dumbfounded as it tottered there, before falling towards me. I finally scrambled out of the way, dragging my scythe whip with me. It crashed behind me. I stared first at my hands, then the tree, then my weapon.
“Maybe we’ll fight some evil trees, and you’ll get to use that move.” Boomer said, clearly impressed but trying his hardest to hide it. “C’mon, lumberjack, let’s go see if anybody has shown up.”
I took the scythe whip outside to practice. I didn’t feel like trashing my shop right now. Boomer watched as I swung it experimentally around, trying to get a feeling for it, before I sliced my own legs off. It banged against the side of my right leg, and I winced, despite the fact that was my metal one.
“C’mon already.” Boomer taunted. “Hit something.”
I swung it hard, releasing some of the chain as it spun out. The momentum was crazy, I had to brace my feet to keep from being ripped off them. The blade swung in an arcing semi-circle, and then embedded itself firmly into a tree. Boomer clapped enthusiastically. I yanked at it. “Help me get this out of here.” I said.
~<>~
An hour later and the ground looked like a tornado and an earthquake had tried merging in the area. The ground was torn up in chunks, the trees were all nicked and scarred, and I was sweating like a faucet, both in game and in real life. I hoisted it over my shoulder. “I feel like I got this.”
“I feel like I wanna stay behind you when you’re swinging that thing.”
“I’m not sure how safe it’ll be back there either.” I said, and took one final swing at a medium-sized tree. I put my all into it, leaning into the blow and letting my power channel through my muscles. I casually lopped the tree in two, and then just stared dumbfounded as it tottered there, before falling towards me. I finally scrambled out of the way, dragging my scythe whip with me. It crashed behind me. I stared first at my hands, then the tree, then my weapon.
“Maybe we’ll fight some evil trees, and you’ll get to use that move.” Boomer said, clearly impressed but trying his hardest to hide it. “C’mon, lumberjack, let’s go see if anybody has shown up.”
OHHOHOHO I WANT ME SOME OF THESE SLICY WHIPS!!! Although he shouldn't be cutting down trees.
:}} Ah what a fun little teenage crisis we are going to be having. XD >.> Okay yeah maybe. XD
I really need to write moar, I'm almost out of parts and I have no clue what I'm doing in the story anymore. That ought to decrease property damage, as long as you don't have any baseball bats nearby.
Okay, for example, I'll probably get peer pressured into a haircut eventually. You can also get peer pressured into attending church stuff, which can be good for you.
I'm sorry, I apologize for my incompetence as a writer.
Who's after you to do that? I guess that's true for most people.
I took the scythe whip outside to practice. I didn’t feel like trashing my shop right now. Boomer watched as I swung it experimentally around, trying to get a feeling for it, before I sliced my own legs off. It banged against the side of my right leg, and I winced, despite the fact that was my metal one.
“C’mon already.” Boomer taunted. “Hit something.”
I swung it hard, releasing some of the chain as it spun out. The momentum was crazy, I had to brace my feet to keep from being ripped off them. The blade swung in an arcing semi-circle, and then embedded itself firmly into a tree. Boomer clapped enthusiastically. I yanked at it. “Help me get this out of here.” I said.
~<>~
An hour later and the ground looked like a tornado and an earthquake had tried merging in the area. The ground was torn up in chunks, the trees were all nicked and scarred, and I was sweating like a faucet, both in game and in real life. I hoisted it over my shoulder. “I feel like I got this.”
“I feel like I wanna stay behind you when you’re swinging that thing.”
“I’m not sure how safe it’ll be back there either.” I said, and took one final swing at a medium-sized tree. I put my all into it, leaning into the blow and letting my power channel through my muscles. I casually lopped the tree in two, and then just stared dumbfounded as it tottered there, before falling towards me. I finally scrambled out of the way, dragging my scythe whip with me. It crashed behind me. I stared first at my hands, then the tree, then my weapon.
“Maybe we’ll fight some evil trees, and you’ll get to use that move.” Boomer said, clearly impressed but trying his hardest to hide it. “C’mon, lumberjack, let’s go see if anybody has shown up.”
OHHOHOHO I WANT ME SOME OF THESE SLICY WHIPS!!! Although he shouldn't be cutting down trees.
In my humble opinion, I shouldn’t be here. My face was pressed up against the window of a hovercar that was en route to Calgary, sitting across from a complete stranger. I was ignoring her, hoping to delay the inevitable conversation.
“So…Nathan.”
“Nate.” I corrected her.
“Right, Nate.” She sighed. “Let’s start this off on the right foot, shall we?”
“I don’t have a right foot.” I snarled.
She was seated in what would normally be the driver’s seat, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t doing any driving. Stupid fancy self-driving hovercars. There was nothing to distract her. “Look, kid, you’re only stuck with me for like ten minutes. Hear me out.”
“I don’t have a choice. My earbuds are in the trunk.”
She was getting visibly agitated. “So, you’re going to be staying with the Tremblays.”
“Awesome. I hate them already.”
She flipped through the paperwork. “They have some fish…and a daughter.”
I love how the fish ranked above the daughter.
“They’re like, late forties or something. Not the daughter.” She hurriedly added.
“Oh, the fish.” I nodded my head wisely.
Her fists clenched in her lap. “They have volunteered to take you in.” She put emphasis on the word volunteer.
“Some people make a hobby of bad life choices.” I said in return, turning back to the window. The buildings were getting thicker. Air traffic increased exponentially.
She glared at me. “Look at me, pal.”
“It’s Nate. I never said you could call me pal.” I gave her the satisfaction of eye contact via a hostile glare.
I got my first tardy the next day. My new kid status had officially worn off. I’d be on time from now on. Argo leaned over conspiratorially. “How’d you do that?”
“I showed up to class late.” I said. “It’s not hard.”
“No, the chokehold. Where’d that come from?”
“I have as much of a clue as you do.” I said, facing forward. “I just hope it doesn’t repeat.”
“C’mon, you could be good!” She exclaimed, loud enough for the next three rows to hear. I was glad we were in the back. A few people glared back at us.
I grabbed my notebook, and studiously wrote down “shut up,” and showed it to her. She frowned. I proceeded to ignore her, and took notes. Not on class, of course, but on the beginnings of a plan I was forming. I still hadn’t committed, this was still totally not going to happen. But hypothetically…I’d do it this way.
Argo leaned over my shoulder. “That’s really good. We should use that next match!”
I glanced at her, wondering just what the bricks she was thinking. Oh. The Echelon. I glanced at my sheet again. It could almost be mistaken for an advance plan.
“There’s only four of us, though.” She pointed out.
“I know.” I added another person dot just to spite her, and continued my rough sketching.
~<>~
I used up one of my weekly practice absences that afternoon, electing to instead read ebooks on medieval war strategy. I somehow ended up watching “Lord of the Rings” an hour later. Still, it was more productive then getting pummeled in the arena again. And I really didn’t want to see the beast inside me rear up again. What had that been? I hated violence.
And yet here I was planning a mining raid that was guaranteed to leave a few bloody carcasses behind. I was so hypocritical. And also unprepared. Years of playing the game non-violently hadn’t exactly enhanced my moves.
I still had a couple days. I started taking notes on Aragorn’s moves.
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