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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 5, 2019 20:38:16 GMT -8
Alex. Introvert to the extreme. But is he the necessary hero to this tale? Yes! Yes I say! You see, behind this poor man-boy's 'mom get out of my room, i'm playing minecraft' guise, is a brilliant sniper! Now let's see here. Where is he.. Hmm not there, no no there. Oh yes! There he is! Aimlessly wandering the streets with his nose glued to a device!
An abrupt wind struck Alex, forcing his hair to fly around wildly. And his glasses? Wind didn't care about that, just jumped over them like it was nothing and went straight into his eyes. It'd change direction about as soon as it's started so that Alex can see he wasn't in the city streets anymore. And his mobile device? It wasn't in his hands. Instead he'd hear a hearty cackle carried by the wind. An echo sounded around him, despite blizzards usually taking out noise. [smear:#98c0d6]"You there! The boy of no name or title! I have stolen your beloved princess! If you wish to get her back, you must find and defeat me!"[/smear:#b892e2:3]
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Post by Sora-No on Aug 6, 2019 15:53:56 GMT -8
Alex was hoping he would enjoy himself today. He really was. He was going to walk to the store, buy some snacks, then go and play some video games. Or hang with his- count 'em -one friend. But alas, that wasn't how this day was going to turn out, apparently.
He was hit with an abrupt wind, hitting him directly in the fucking face. Okay. Ow, firstly. Secondly, why is it so goddamn cold all of a sudden? When his eyes were done being slapped in the face, he found himself in the middle of nowhere. Now, he's not too smart of a guy, but this doesn't add up. Oh wait, he is a smart guy, and this still doesn't make sense.
And then some disembodied voice spoke through a goddamn blizzard. Somehow. Without hesitation, he reached for his revolver, aiming loosely into the abyss of white. Okay. Someone/something is speaking to him. This is weird.
He would lower the gun, his head tilting, "I'm sorry, my beloved who?" His beloved princess? Okay, so now he's completely confused. And a tad cold.
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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 6, 2019 19:16:36 GMT -8
There was a pause after Alex's response. Although much quieter, as if the speaker was stepping away from a microphone, the being spoke to seemingly someone or something with them. [smear:#98c0d6]"Seriously? This is the one you've been with? You need a much better taste in men."[/smear:#b892e2:3]
There was a dragged sigh and the sound of a chair creak as the speaker seemingly sat back down in a chair stationed near the 'microphone'. [smear:#98c0d6]"Your beloved princess! You spend so much time with her! How could you forget such a radiant face?"[/smear:#b892e2:3]
It was up to Alex to see if he was going to proceed with this sudden mission. Of course, he didn't really have a choice. The longer he stayed, the longer he'd have one hell of a nasty summer cold to deal with.
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Post by Sora-No on Aug 6, 2019 22:09:00 GMT -8
Alex didn't like being toyed with. Whoever this being of annoyance is, they're not alone, and they're messing with him for seemingly no reason. In the middle of a blizzard of some kind. That he somehow ended up in. And now they're chatting with another being that's doing the same goddamn thing. This is a train he would like to get off of, thanks. But it's getting too cold to for him to sit here confused and having a conversation at seemingly nothing. "Okay..." Alex would finally say, "say I had some kind of 'beloved princess'. Where would I find her?" At this point the only real option he has is to play along with this person. It was either that or freeze, and he's not that into the latter right now. Bad game, 0/10. Terrible game mechanics and a bad narrator.
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Post by swiftyuki on Aug 11, 2019 21:59:11 GMT -8
[smear:#98c0d6]"Use your brains, boy!"[/smear:#b892e2:3] The voice called back. He was supposed to be smart, right? Surely he knew how damsel in distress princess stories are? Okay, he might not have been the type to read these stories but everyone knows how these go. You'd have to live under several layers of rock in pure isolation from a book to- ooooooooooooooooooooooh. He's one of those people. Not that there's anything bad with them! Just that... well... Hermit crabs are real crabby and don't know how to read and if you poke at them they pinch your finger really hard because they think you're trying to steal away their precious little shell homes.
Honestly, Valissa, your taste of men is absolutely terrible. I thought you were programmed for things better than this.
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Post by Sora-No on Aug 17, 2019 22:49:30 GMT -8
Okay so it would seem that he's dealing with an absolute fucking moron. Or a kid with sentient powers. It's not the child-like deity Yuki, since her things would be much more light hearted. And since she wouldn't go for him of all people, since he goes outside quite rarely. Also he's not a hugger, so that would put a damper on her plans.
No, this is some other idiotic troglodyte that wants to have random people do random shit. But that's okay, I guess. At least he'll be the one to throw hands with the guy and give him a good lesson plan, titled 'Why the Fuck You Shouldn't Do That'.
Alex would give a small huff, "Yay, look for the big bad tower, take down big bad baddy. How original." He would start walking in a direction, since all he could see is fucking blizzard. He would pat through his pockets, counting how many bullets he had. Exactly twelve. Yay. He could use magic to shoot more, but he fully intends to use all twelve on this terrible narrator.
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Post by swiftyuki on Sept 7, 2019 23:51:13 GMT -8
Oh look at that, so he DOES know about fairytales! You learn something about someone everyday! ...Or something. Maybe I should just preload some more onto his phone so he understands the romance! The drama! THE TRAGEDY! The underlying line of TRUE LOVE triumphs all! Well, maybe scrap that last one, he is coming to save the love of his life. Who says you can't learn from personal experiences. Heathens. Heathens say that. Uncultured swines. Hmph!
Now we watch and wait. Aaaaand we wait. And we are still waiting. Dear Lord of All that is Magic what is taking that boy so lo- Ooooooooooooooh right... Blizzard... You know I hear there's some sort of frozen treat named after this that stays together upside down! What a treat! Might have to get a couple for me and Valissa here if he's going to take this long. You think I should give him a hint? Or just let him use his soopew smawt bwainpowew like the good wittwe genius he iwsssss? Alright give me a moment.
Valissa! Heads or tails! Mhm, okay. Heads he gets a hint, tails, we go get a frozen delight while he deals with this frozen delight. You got it! Aw lame, we got heads. UGH I GUESS he gets ONE hint.
Alex, tromping his way in the snow would feel the wind suddenly pushing harder on him. It helped him forwards but only slightly, and seemed to motion for him to go to his right. Now is he going to readjust himself or is he going to walk diagonally for the rest of this venture like a dressage horse in quicksand?
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Post by Sora-No on Dec 2, 2019 9:46:45 GMT -8
Okay so at this point Alex isn't having the most fun, if he's being honest. He can't see shit, all he hears is the wind whistling the tune of some shitting song. It's not that enjoyable. And he only has a hoodie and some sweatpants on, so he's not really tuned for this kind of weather. So yeah, at this point he's just trying to get shit done so he can go home and not freeze.
Which is when he gets slammed with a huge gust of wind, pushing him in a completely different direction. Might I add, this person can literally talk to him, but instead wants to just turn Alex into a popsicle to guide him around. Fucking fantastic. Whatever, he's just going to follow along so he can go home at a brisk pace, if possible. No matter how much he wants to kick this person's ass, he's much more concerned with getting home and not getting fucking hypothermia.
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Post by swiftyuki on Mar 6, 2020 13:31:23 GMT -8
Oh please, don't be such a baby Alex. This may be a blizzard, but this isn't cold enough to freeze you from the inside out. Right? See this rag here? Well, you can't because you're super far away but this rag is like totally drenched. And I'm going to stick it outside and... Oh. Oh, maybe it is that cold. Well, none of the heroes in my stories are meant to die by stupid means like weather for gods' sakes.
We'll give him a few minutes, yeesh.
And skip down a few minutes more and voila! There he is! The man of the hour! The prime time boy! The prized- eh he's not that big of a prize if you ask me. But that's my opinion. Man, where do we find these downers? Like, come on!
Enough complaining out of me though! He'd approach a door. Not just any door! No no no, my friends! A grand double door of a castle! Studded with wonderful black iron and a large ring to knock on it with! Two large torches light up the sides of the door, giving a blush of orange to them. What are you going to do now, Alexander?
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