[Schrodinger could hear crackles of surging electricity behind him. Should he look, he will see a wizard in blue robes making fair amounts of casualties just to get through the line. Hey, he wants ice cream too.]
[Seeing the person in front being zapped to bits, Schrodinger feels a small sense of glee knowing that his wait just got shorter. But he wasn't going to let this guy cut in front of him either.]
Ohh, Herr Hexenmeister...you almost hit me. [He hardly sounds upset about it, especially with that grin.]
[In fact, Schrodinger is so unaffected that he brings himself to the front of the line to order.]
I want chocolate icecream...with sprinkles. And uh...oh! A cone.
Nah, see, I missed you on purpose. You're the lucky kid that gets to watch everybody around you die and burn. People say this is as close to generosity as I can get, but I'll probably hunt you down later on if I feel like it.
[The storeowner, of course, is far too frightened to serve Schrodinger. Grabbing a pair of knives from under his robes, the Black Mage leaps out at the counter and starts carving through the man's face and chest. The Black Mage gets up and after reaching for a cone, Schrodinger gets his "eyes cream".
[Black Mage just gives a wave to the boy. Oh, yeah, he's going to get stalked and murdered in his sleep whenever he gets into the schedule. And now for... ... hey, wait.]
[The Black Mage steps closer to Schrodinger with knife in hand.]
First off, you're not supposed to be smiling at all this. You're a kid. This is supposed to be a traumatic firsthand experience at the goriest parts of reality. Secondly, that's my ice cream. I didn't kill the vendor just for nothing. And you already got yours. And thirdly.
[Schrodinger continues to casually eat icecream during der Hexenmeister's entire speech, not even batting so much as an eyelash. As soon as it seemed the man was done blathering he planned to retort, but instead found himself letting out a small, surprised gasp at the sudden jolt of pain in his torso.
Thanks to the chainmail it didn't kill him, but it still left a nasty bruise.]
Haha, you'd actually kill somebody over icecream?! [He grins, taking the tub and giving it a good look--before letting it drop the ground and proudly stomping his boot into it.]
[Oh, the Black Mage has worse reasons to kill, but ice cream seems worth it. As Schrodinger drops the tub on the ground, he pauses a little. And then looks back at the kid. ... then at the tub again.]
You bastard.
How many level 9 spells do you think I'll have to hit you with to make up for this? Just one is enough to kill, but let's go with thirty for good measure.
[Still grinning like a maniac, Schrodinger knows for a fact he doesn't have a fighting chance--so he can either stand around and let the enemy bore into him, or he can flee the scene and hope to find a little niche to hide in long enough to observe himself elsewhere.]
[Well fleeing really wasn't his thing, and it's not like he cared if he died either.]
Well, what are you waiting for? Standing there and procrastinating isn't going to do anything.
[A shame he'd have to come back later to get some more icecream though.]
[The Black Mage stretches out both arms and shoots at Schrodinger a massive, blue beam. Its power is derived from all the love and happiness in the universe.]
[Talk about over kill. The blast practically incinerates him, and all that's left at the end of it all is a smouldering corpse that falls to the ground like a charred ragdoll.]
[Schrodinger could hear crackles of surging electricity behind him. Should he look, he will see a wizard in blue robes making fair amounts of casualties just to get through the line. Hey, he wants ice cream too.]
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Ohh, Herr Hexenmeister...you almost hit me. [He hardly sounds upset about it, especially with that grin.]
[In fact, Schrodinger is so unaffected that he brings himself to the front of the line to order.]
I want chocolate icecream...with sprinkles. And uh...oh! A cone.
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[The storeowner, of course, is far too frightened to serve Schrodinger. Grabbing a pair of knives from under his robes, the Black Mage leaps out at the counter and starts carving through the man's face and chest. The Black Mage gets up and after reaching for a cone, Schrodinger gets his "eyes cream".
Two eyes in a cone. With sprinkles.]
On the house.
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[Schrodinger takes the cone, looking down and laughing as he notices the eyeballs. He comments with a bit of sarcasm.] Eye-scream, how clever.
[He tosses the cone aside and instead reaches over the counter, grabbing the entire tub of chocolate icecream.]
I'll just be taking this then, danke schön~
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... I wanted chocolate.
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Maybe if you hadn't been so busy mauling the seller, you could have gotten to the chocolate first, eh, Hexenmeisterrr?
[He takes a satisfying spoonful, licking his lips.] Mmm~
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[The Black Mage steps closer to Schrodinger with knife in hand.]
First off, you're not supposed to be smiling at all this. You're a kid. This is supposed to be a traumatic firsthand experience at the goriest parts of reality. Secondly, that's my ice cream. I didn't kill the vendor just for nothing. And you already got yours. And thirdly.
[He makes a stabbing motion at Schrodinger.]
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Thanks to the chainmail it didn't kill him, but it still left a nasty bruise.]
Haha, you'd actually kill somebody over icecream?! [He grins, taking the tub and giving it a good look--before letting it drop the ground and proudly stomping his boot into it.]
Oh, well look at that, haha!
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You bastard.
How many level 9 spells do you think I'll have to hit you with to make up for this? Just one is enough to kill, but let's go with thirty for good measure.
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[Well fleeing really wasn't his thing, and it's not like he cared if he died either.]
Well, what are you waiting for? Standing there and procrastinating isn't going to do anything.
[A shame he'd have to come back later to get some more icecream though.]
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HADOKEN!
[The Black Mage stretches out both arms and shoots at Schrodinger a massive, blue beam. Its power is derived from all the love and happiness in the universe.]
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[Talk about over kill. The blast practically incinerates him, and all that's left at the end of it all is a smouldering corpse that falls to the ground like a charred ragdoll.]
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