Slipstream The
Honour And The Road
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OOC: off you to slip...
Whut? Am I supposed to be doing something? My
brain is frazzled. o~o
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Well... this certainly was a surprise.
He'd already gotten into fights with several mortals,
using the skills of his borrowed body to induce hate and rage
into them through combat, but the power inherent in these
mortals was almost insignificant compared to the elemental
fury that was ravaging the island.
First the fire that
had consumed the grass lands, then the water that had risen to
quell the fire, then the fury of the sun which that Channel
had brought out to deal with that! It was almost as if
the nature of these mortals was inherently to create one
problem to solve another!
Still, he'd taken Arngrim's
body - albeit reluctantly - in order to wreak havok on the
people here, and that's just what he'd have to do. Keir
watched several people who were being tossed around by the
waves end up on the rocky beach of this little islet, moving
down towards them. But on getting close to them, he had to
laugh at the immense good fortune being thrown his way - it
was Karsh, the previous victor of the Tournament!
"So,
the great champion returns to us, despite his wish for nothing
but a perfect life in his home world!" Keir would have to
watch what he was saying - the residual soul in Arngrim's body
was affecting him to some degree, making him speak more
forcefully and bluntly than he usually did. Although he had to
admit, his confidence levels had shot up since donning it.
"Tell me, was it really your wish to save Saint, or did you
come back for the challenge?"
"Challenge? Are you
crazy?" the Acacia Dragoon shouted back at him.
"Oh,
come on," Keir said mockingly. "You were a dragoon, Karsh, a
proud and mighty warrior, and you're telling that you're
perfectly content with your idealistic home and friends? Don't
you feel the need for battle within your soul?"
Karsh's almost instinctive response was to deny it,
but there was something in the taunt that made him swallow the
denial. He'd felt a vitality inside himself during the battles
that hadn't been there in months. Was it that there was a part
of him he hadn't known need fulfilling until now? Was there
something missing from the life and home he'd chosen that he
could only find in combat?
"What I feel has nothing to
do with it!" Karsh snarled angrily. "I came here to save
Saint, to repay my debt to him, and I'm damned if I'll let you
stop me! Who the hell are you, anyway?"
Keir
unsheathed the runic broadsword from Arngrim's back, the
trained reflexes of the body giving him the little skill he
did not already possess with such weapons. "Try me, Karsh. You
may call me Arngrim, or Keir, it matters little at this point.
And you may find that more than your ideal life is not
entirely fact and truth."
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OOC:
Well, that's probably screwed Baka's plotline up completely,
but hardly anyone else seems to be interested in taking on
Keir so I'm having a stab at it. Expect weirdness.
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"Are you just a blade of grass,
to be blown in the wind?"
Last edited by Slipstream on 08-09-2001
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