Slumscape Samples
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castcancelFrom Test Drive Meme II
The Problem With Believers
Vik is a little happy to see a place like this. Taverns and inns, despite their occasionally seedy nature, mean people. As long as one knows to keep their wallet close and their head down, they can always find a bit of warmth.
And that's what he's looking for now. Warmth, company. The loneliness of traveling alone had surprised him with how overwhelming it was, after all those years with the Tea Timers.
The presence in his head had been a relief, until he realized he couldn't get it to respond to him. What's your name?, he had asked, and then aloud: "Who are you?"
But there had been nothing.
The lotus is appetizing (he's never had it before), but the warm look in the man's eyes is even more inviting. He takes him up on the drink order, and then poses his question, softly:
"They won't speak to me, whoever they are."
A Thousand Stories | B
Great Curse. Vikenti blinks, laughs to himself, tucks the little paper into his sleeve along with the little cat. Ah, no luck! What a shame.
It takes a bit for the darkness to press in on him. Memories of a shaded bamboo forest, that curiosity inside him: "Hey look! There's someone else here!"
A hooked sickle slicing into and through his side, being thrown mercilessly to the ground, the screams of his friends, the horrible noise Lani had made, the agony of rolling over, the smell of his own blood leeching into the dirt.
Vik opens his eyes by a low wall, trembling, realizing he's just thrown up. Even though he's back in the present, he can still see it all behind his eyes, can remember his own curiosity and naivete. Still screams at himself in his head to stop.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, to no one in particular, just like he'd muttered back then in the Church.
These moments shaped you. Do you trust them? Do you see them as they are?
"I'm sorry," He whispers again. He trusts them, sure. But it doesn't make them easier.
They Say We Come From Nothing
Vikenti feels the presence inside him explode with agitation, and he's surprised at how agonized the scream that rips out of his own throat is. His eyes stream with tears, his nose runs. A sorrow that is not his own grips his heart, and yet it becomes his so quickly.
"I'm sorry! I'm--!" He clasps onto his mask with one hand, stumbling back, jabbing the head of his staff hard against the closest creature. It sinks in with a sickening squelch, and Vikenti grits his teeth. Keep going, booms the voice in his head, and Vik wishes now, more than ever, that he could use his magic. How had it been so easy against monsters, against ghouls that were so similar, and yet it's so difficult now! His heart twists...this is so wrong.
He wipes the muck and tears out of his eyes once it's done, sniffling hard. He doesn't know why he's so affected, doesn't know if the emotions are his or if they belong to the one inside him.
He stares at the coins glinting amidst the mud, lifts his head to the skies, and says, in a broken voice:
"Am I supposed to pray for them?"
The Problem With Believers
Vik is a little happy to see a place like this. Taverns and inns, despite their occasionally seedy nature, mean people. As long as one knows to keep their wallet close and their head down, they can always find a bit of warmth.
And that's what he's looking for now. Warmth, company. The loneliness of traveling alone had surprised him with how overwhelming it was, after all those years with the Tea Timers.
The presence in his head had been a relief, until he realized he couldn't get it to respond to him. What's your name?, he had asked, and then aloud: "Who are you?"
But there had been nothing.
The lotus is appetizing (he's never had it before), but the warm look in the man's eyes is even more inviting. He takes him up on the drink order, and then poses his question, softly:
"They won't speak to me, whoever they are."
A Thousand Stories | B
Great Curse. Vikenti blinks, laughs to himself, tucks the little paper into his sleeve along with the little cat. Ah, no luck! What a shame.
It takes a bit for the darkness to press in on him. Memories of a shaded bamboo forest, that curiosity inside him: "Hey look! There's someone else here!"
A hooked sickle slicing into and through his side, being thrown mercilessly to the ground, the screams of his friends, the horrible noise Lani had made, the agony of rolling over, the smell of his own blood leeching into the dirt.
Vik opens his eyes by a low wall, trembling, realizing he's just thrown up. Even though he's back in the present, he can still see it all behind his eyes, can remember his own curiosity and naivete. Still screams at himself in his head to stop.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, to no one in particular, just like he'd muttered back then in the Church.
These moments shaped you. Do you trust them? Do you see them as they are?
"I'm sorry," He whispers again. He trusts them, sure. But it doesn't make them easier.
They Say We Come From Nothing
Vikenti feels the presence inside him explode with agitation, and he's surprised at how agonized the scream that rips out of his own throat is. His eyes stream with tears, his nose runs. A sorrow that is not his own grips his heart, and yet it becomes his so quickly.
"I'm sorry! I'm--!" He clasps onto his mask with one hand, stumbling back, jabbing the head of his staff hard against the closest creature. It sinks in with a sickening squelch, and Vikenti grits his teeth. Keep going, booms the voice in his head, and Vik wishes now, more than ever, that he could use his magic. How had it been so easy against monsters, against ghouls that were so similar, and yet it's so difficult now! His heart twists...this is so wrong.
He wipes the muck and tears out of his eyes once it's done, sniffling hard. He doesn't know why he's so affected, doesn't know if the emotions are his or if they belong to the one inside him.
He stares at the coins glinting amidst the mud, lifts his head to the skies, and says, in a broken voice:
"Am I supposed to pray for them?"
