Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Sept 1, 2016 16:16:50 GMT -8
Cobus spun to face the others as he backpedalled towards the castle. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it, turning back towards his trajectory of travel, where almost certain danger lurked ahead. Brandishing the plastic sword, Cobus twirled it and slashed it through the air in front of him with just enough momentum to make that swooshing noise craved by all. A small herd of otters bounded in their wake.
Coincidence. Tegan and Mandy had both seen something they recognized, but he hadn't. Was that coincidence, or significance? Statistically speaking, it was too soon to tell.
"Do you think it's a coincidence," he quietly asked the otter curled in his arm. If not a drug-induced hallucination, then an elaborate illusion? Had they landed on some planet home to a telepathic race that used childhood memories as vehicles of control and trust? Did it have something to do with their being Human?
Cobus questioned every action and word he'd made thus far as he twirled the sword, thrusting the point into the empty doubt that had overtaken his existence.
The forest path he was following led to a crossroads, marked by a tall wooden post, set slightly askew. Nailed to it were a collection of wooden arrows engraved with destinations, also askew to a point where each could have been aptly punctuated with a question mark.
Cobus looked toward Tegan's picturesque blue sky that trailed big fluffy clouds resembling animal shapes. The billowing smoke of the crash site had dwindled to a narrow plume. He followed the plume, trying not to take notice that the path he'd chosen seemed especially dark and brambly. The right path always was.
"Are you sure about this one," the Prince asked Cobus as he walked alongside the horse that carried the unconscious officer. He held the slipper up to Jolarik's foot to compare the size; his painted on eyes had terrible depth perception. "I think it might be broken. It's all squishy," his finger recoiled quickly after poking the woman's thigh.
A low rumble began in the distance, felt as much as heard. Dust rose into the air, propelled by an unnatural wind. Something was coming. It was a good thing Cobus had a plastic sword.
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Coincidence. Tegan and Mandy had both seen something they recognized, but he hadn't. Was that coincidence, or significance? Statistically speaking, it was too soon to tell.
"Do you think it's a coincidence," he quietly asked the otter curled in his arm. If not a drug-induced hallucination, then an elaborate illusion? Had they landed on some planet home to a telepathic race that used childhood memories as vehicles of control and trust? Did it have something to do with their being Human?
Cobus questioned every action and word he'd made thus far as he twirled the sword, thrusting the point into the empty doubt that had overtaken his existence.
The forest path he was following led to a crossroads, marked by a tall wooden post, set slightly askew. Nailed to it were a collection of wooden arrows engraved with destinations, also askew to a point where each could have been aptly punctuated with a question mark.
Cobus looked toward Tegan's picturesque blue sky that trailed big fluffy clouds resembling animal shapes. The billowing smoke of the crash site had dwindled to a narrow plume. He followed the plume, trying not to take notice that the path he'd chosen seemed especially dark and brambly. The right path always was.
"Are you sure about this one," the Prince asked Cobus as he walked alongside the horse that carried the unconscious officer. He held the slipper up to Jolarik's foot to compare the size; his painted on eyes had terrible depth perception. "I think it might be broken. It's all squishy," his finger recoiled quickly after poking the woman's thigh.
A low rumble began in the distance, felt as much as heard. Dust rose into the air, propelled by an unnatural wind. Something was coming. It was a good thing Cobus had a plastic sword.
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