Post by Sir Figgles on Aug 22, 2015 3:51:31 GMT
((PL: 2,499; Intense Struggle (x3): 7,497))
The Desert. What is with soul searching quests and deserts? Couldn’t the same thing be accomplished in an oasis? Figgles glanced over his script again. The adventure began in the desert. If this Turtle master from a long time past could survive the journey, The great Sir Figgles certainly could. It wasn’t like the script writer completely made up this supposed turtle hermit and it was just a quick cash grab to attract the martial arts nerds.That was a whole other story. Figgles remained unaware that his conversation with Anju before he left was coming back to haunt him.
Figgles focused on the endless dunes ahead of him and the sun he wished would dip below the horizon already. All he knew is that he had to go West, he had no clue of what landmarks or signs to look for to tell him he’s going the right direction. Why was he walking? He thought to himself. He had a quicker means of moving about. He closed his eyes, imagined an unraveling rope of light behind his eyelids. The threads of the imaginary rope traveled down. He imagined the mysterious light traveling to his legs. He released a long breath once he opened his eyes and took a high leap into the air. It exceeded the leap of a normal person, even an athlete's, it was closer to a leap achieved during a pole vault.
He never understood what this mystical force was inside his body that allowed him to commit such great feats. Anju Pa told him everyone had it, and anyone could do extraordinary things with just a few years of training. Mastery, however took several decades, all true masters were advanced in age. He pondered about that lesson, is that the only way? His mind wandered as he leaped over the dunes continuously. His earth dance technique he couldn’t believe was so helpful in such a mundane thing as travel.
Time wore one, and that whole subject of mastery came up in a whole different way. Fatigue set in, and even though the sun was setting it’s oppressive heat still bore down upon him. Whatever that mystical force was, he sure expended it all too quickly. His final landing wasn’t the assisted light as a feather fall. He actually sank into the dune and had to scramble to get out of it. He had no clue where the nearest town was or source of water. He had to rest now, under what little shade the sand hill provided.
Luckily, Figgles wasn’t so dumb as to come completely unprepared. Capsule produced from his back pocket and tossed to the ground caused a brown leather backpack to emerge. He plucked two bottles of water from the pack and quickly drank down the first. He eyed the other bottle with caution. He only packed five, and he had no idea how much desert was left. that splash of water seemed to take the edge off his fatigue. Just enough that his mind could return to the subject at hand.
This energy, could he control it better and how? He sat and contemplated on this as the sky darkened and the air cooled. Certainly, there had to be a way he could use it and not burn through it in a short time. He knew how to push it to his legs and out, what about somewhere else?Lots of questions about something he used for years and never actually thought of.
Cross legged he took a seat an closed his eyes once more. He imagined the rope of light behind his eyelids. This time, instead of having it split and fork downwards, he had it form more of a t shape. Spread to his arms and stop at his hands. He pushed it out of his hands. He has nary a clue what he was actually doing. Was he just wasting this force trying? Was he even accomplishing anything? His inner questions were answered by a warmth floating about his finger tips. Eyes shot open, he stared down at his hands. Bluegreen, an odd combination one would expect to see in the ocean. But it floated above his hands a sea green, translucent flame.
Statled, he flicked his hands until it went away. It might have not burned, but his reaction it should have been fire. What was that? Was that the energy? Was that what it looked like when he pushed it out?
He had no time to contemplate further. A hover copter spotted Figgles in the midst of his experimenting. Beside the pilot of the machine, Anju Pa laid eyes on his target. To the pilot he ordered
"Fire one of your guns! Send him running the other way! He can't reach the end of this desert. I don't know what's here. But it must be important. "
Gruffly the pilot refused.
"You lead me to believe that this was a serch and rescue. I cannot open fire upon a civilian."
Anju grunted and slammed his palm down on the controls. That fired off one of the vehicles missiles right toward Figgles. He heard the whistle. He saw the flaming tail rush toward him. Figgles shot to his feet. Instinct told him to get away, NOW. He mustered his strength to take another leap into the air. The highest and farthest leap he had ever taken, but still barely enough to escape the explosion that had enough concussive force to knock him to the sand.
"We're getting out of here. They could have my head for this. "
The copter whipped away from the scene, the pilot wanting to be far away before anyone tried to investigate the blast. Figgles laid in the sand, listened to the vehical whir away. Fatigue struck him once more, too hard to ask questions. He fell into an exausted slumber.
(PL Please)
The Desert. What is with soul searching quests and deserts? Couldn’t the same thing be accomplished in an oasis? Figgles glanced over his script again. The adventure began in the desert. If this Turtle master from a long time past could survive the journey, The great Sir Figgles certainly could. It wasn’t like the script writer completely made up this supposed turtle hermit and it was just a quick cash grab to attract the martial arts nerds.That was a whole other story. Figgles remained unaware that his conversation with Anju before he left was coming back to haunt him.
Figgles focused on the endless dunes ahead of him and the sun he wished would dip below the horizon already. All he knew is that he had to go West, he had no clue of what landmarks or signs to look for to tell him he’s going the right direction. Why was he walking? He thought to himself. He had a quicker means of moving about. He closed his eyes, imagined an unraveling rope of light behind his eyelids. The threads of the imaginary rope traveled down. He imagined the mysterious light traveling to his legs. He released a long breath once he opened his eyes and took a high leap into the air. It exceeded the leap of a normal person, even an athlete's, it was closer to a leap achieved during a pole vault.
He never understood what this mystical force was inside his body that allowed him to commit such great feats. Anju Pa told him everyone had it, and anyone could do extraordinary things with just a few years of training. Mastery, however took several decades, all true masters were advanced in age. He pondered about that lesson, is that the only way? His mind wandered as he leaped over the dunes continuously. His earth dance technique he couldn’t believe was so helpful in such a mundane thing as travel.
Time wore one, and that whole subject of mastery came up in a whole different way. Fatigue set in, and even though the sun was setting it’s oppressive heat still bore down upon him. Whatever that mystical force was, he sure expended it all too quickly. His final landing wasn’t the assisted light as a feather fall. He actually sank into the dune and had to scramble to get out of it. He had no clue where the nearest town was or source of water. He had to rest now, under what little shade the sand hill provided.
Luckily, Figgles wasn’t so dumb as to come completely unprepared. Capsule produced from his back pocket and tossed to the ground caused a brown leather backpack to emerge. He plucked two bottles of water from the pack and quickly drank down the first. He eyed the other bottle with caution. He only packed five, and he had no idea how much desert was left. that splash of water seemed to take the edge off his fatigue. Just enough that his mind could return to the subject at hand.
This energy, could he control it better and how? He sat and contemplated on this as the sky darkened and the air cooled. Certainly, there had to be a way he could use it and not burn through it in a short time. He knew how to push it to his legs and out, what about somewhere else?Lots of questions about something he used for years and never actually thought of.
Cross legged he took a seat an closed his eyes once more. He imagined the rope of light behind his eyelids. This time, instead of having it split and fork downwards, he had it form more of a t shape. Spread to his arms and stop at his hands. He pushed it out of his hands. He has nary a clue what he was actually doing. Was he just wasting this force trying? Was he even accomplishing anything? His inner questions were answered by a warmth floating about his finger tips. Eyes shot open, he stared down at his hands. Bluegreen, an odd combination one would expect to see in the ocean. But it floated above his hands a sea green, translucent flame.
Statled, he flicked his hands until it went away. It might have not burned, but his reaction it should have been fire. What was that? Was that the energy? Was that what it looked like when he pushed it out?
He had no time to contemplate further. A hover copter spotted Figgles in the midst of his experimenting. Beside the pilot of the machine, Anju Pa laid eyes on his target. To the pilot he ordered
"Fire one of your guns! Send him running the other way! He can't reach the end of this desert. I don't know what's here. But it must be important. "
Gruffly the pilot refused.
"You lead me to believe that this was a serch and rescue. I cannot open fire upon a civilian."
Anju grunted and slammed his palm down on the controls. That fired off one of the vehicles missiles right toward Figgles. He heard the whistle. He saw the flaming tail rush toward him. Figgles shot to his feet. Instinct told him to get away, NOW. He mustered his strength to take another leap into the air. The highest and farthest leap he had ever taken, but still barely enough to escape the explosion that had enough concussive force to knock him to the sand.
"We're getting out of here. They could have my head for this. "
The copter whipped away from the scene, the pilot wanting to be far away before anyone tried to investigate the blast. Figgles laid in the sand, listened to the vehical whir away. Fatigue struck him once more, too hard to ask questions. He fell into an exausted slumber.
(PL Please)
