☨V Wall II☨
Master.
Not to interrupt my proverbial Time Out, yet the sudden influx of populous could prove.. nettlesome.
Shall I block the door?
Not to interrupt my proverbial Time Out, yet the sudden influx of populous could prove.. nettlesome.
Shall I block the door?
Block the door from what? None of them seem overly competent.
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Alright, I'll keep this simple.
Exact location, time and date. I need coordinates immediately, latitude and longitude.
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How sufficient you are now.
[He will humor him as the voice, the face, those eyes fall into place. Oh yes, he was just as he imagined.]
2009, November, the sixteenth. Coordinates are of the unknown.
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Whatever.
Unknown coordinate? ... Useless. No one in this town is useful at all. I should have figured as much.
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Child, you'll find yourself on the planet of Fortuna, in the city of Discedo.
Numerical coordinates of your world are the only thing useless here.
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Planet? This isn't earth?
... This is ridiculous. I'm talking to a drunk. That's fantastic.
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Your insolence is anything but amusing, were you any other child I'd see you fit to drown in the idiocy out there.
Yet you're not just any child, A~bel Night~road.
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I can take care of myself just fine, thanks for the concern. [The sarcasm is strong in this one!]
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How do you know my name?!
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Hmhmhm.. you are a pearl amongst swine, yet your inherent power will prove all of useless here.
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... [Sure, pump his ego, why don't you?] Useless indeed. I'll find a way off this godforsaken rock. And leave you who destroyed it to fix it yourself.
The least you can do is point me in the direction of the best radio reception here.
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The only destruction I pitted towards a planet was earth's human race.. hmhmhn, yet that was long, long ago.
[And a bait he shall set.]
If you will, child, you may tamper with my commlink as you see fit.
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[He gets it] Yeah right.
... Really. All by yourself, huh? Good luck with that.
[A pause]
You'd let me do that.
[A longer pause, and some clicks. You know what he's doing? He is tracking your comm, pal. And it doesn't take him long to find exactly where you are.
And the sound of a small hand knocking rather harshly against the door, with all the demand and strength of any grown man of authority.]
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Welcome home.
[And the beast looms over him like a basilisk ready to devour the tiny thing whole.]
Son.
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Yanked in and tossed quicker than even he could react, flying through the air as if he weighed nothing, and parking his little ass on a lounge chair.
He would have complimented the throw if he wasn't busy losing his temper]
Son!?
[He'd met up with a lunatic. No fear in the tiny warriors eyes, he simply made a move to get out of the chair, quietly lamenting the fact that he had no gun on him]
Who the hell are you?! What the hell was that for?! [He snapped like a miniature commander barking discipline at his troops, ego damaged and none too happy about being tossed around like a sack of potatoes.]
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Hah!
To see you go from Hell-raiser to Pseudo-Saint in only a millennia curves me to wonder whether to laugh or lament.
[He laughed of course, and locked his grasp on the child's shoulders to make sure he'd keep his little ass still.]
Listen well, boy, you're hardly the first of your kind to desire humanity's extermination.
I invented the very notion.
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