Magus Professional Goober
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Dancing With Myself
Okay, instead of waiting until the next
round, I guess I'll start the next chapter of my story now. I
know Magus and comedy don't really belong together, but I
couldn't resist. Not really blatently funny, but I get a kick
out of the some of the reactions these two get from each
other. It's just like arguing with yourself, only more literal
;P. I like to think that if Magus were real, he'd be the most
sarcastic person alive...actually...he's turning out a bit
like Basil Fawlty...
EDIT: Well, round one ended while
I was typing. Good job to all those surviving, that's a shame
to all those not surviving, and I like peril. This section of
story turned out better than I thought it would...
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Magus stared in wonderment at the
virtual copy of himself standing before him. "Excuse me, what
was that last bit?"
"I'm your soul, it's great to
finally meet you. I've been stuck in that death pit of a
mindset you've got for a long time."
Magus reached out
to feel, to make sure he wasn't dreaming this. His hand passed
right through.
"Alright Vante, very funny. Call off
your illusion, it's not working. If you want to speak to me,
come in person." He turned to walk away.
"Why do you
not believe? Are you that cold that you cannot see the truth
in my eyes? You've certainly seen enough strange things in
this life, why should now be any different?"
"You're
not real." Magus wasn't so much telling the figure, but
reassuring himself. "If I keep walking, you'll go away and
leave me be."
"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that."
Magus stopped in his tracks. Slowly turning, he let
out a great sigh. "So, this is real? My god, if it's not one
thing, it's another..."
"Hrm, and here I thought you'd
be glad to see me. Kind of lets you know that all you went
through wasn't for nothing. This proves that you have a soul."
"Yes...well...if you're my soul, shouldn't you be
inside me or something? I mean, if you're going to be
following me around for the rest of my existence, I'm kind of
sorry I bothered."
"Ah, I have no idea why the "evil"
half gets to keep the Physical Embodiment...it's such a fool."
"And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"Well,
it's quite simple actually. You've always had some good and
some evil in you, everyone does really. With all the turmoil
you've gone through in life, however, the "evil" part just
sort of took over. You were bitter and resentful of how your
life turned out, so you took it out on the "good" part,
namely, me."
"Stop blathering already and get to the
point. I'm very busy you know, a lot of killing to be done and
such..."
"Alright, alright. This is what I've had to
put up with since you were young. It's all about the "evil"
one...Death this, kill that. It gets pretty tiresome, you
know? Anyway, when you had that little chat with The Creator,
great gal by the way, you sort of let me have a bit more
freedom than I previously had. Then, being the control freak
that "evil" is, you pushed me back when I got a little too
friendly with the Physical Embodiment. In fact, you almost
shut me out completely, until that little run in with the
beast. Fear breeds a lot of things, desperation mainly. The
"evil" knew that by allowing me out would save itself, selfish
thing, but here I am."
"So, basically, I shouldn't
like you?"
"That's about the gist of it."
"Well, so far so good."
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So we'll go no more aroving, so late into the
night, Although the heart be still as loving, and the moon
be still as bright.
Last edited by Magus on 08-06-2001 at
07:07 AM |