Thank you for that wonderful thought, CD. That actually made me laugh. I did need that.
As for the content of your suggestion, I have had a truly inspired idea based off of it, which this post is too limited to contain. :3
Also, Dartz? That's a trick for better men than me- or at least men more versed in the electrochemical arts. I'd probably get it to explode.
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Entry 10 (Day 6)
A few seconds after seeing the floating man, I'd managed to stagger to my feet... not that it changed much. My attention was still fixed firmly on the man above me, and my mind was on anything but where the rest of me was.
He looked to be about thirty years old, with shoulder-length gray hair (of that off shade that indicated it was true gray, and not the mishmash of graying hair) and stubble thick enough for me to see it from where I was. The floating man was wearing the oddest outfit- it looked like somebody had taken a look at a perfectly good military uniform, decided it didn't have enough metal, and riveted bits of plate mail onto it. In one hand, he held a long spear with a large tip. It looked like somebody had taken an arrowhead, made the back half of it out of silver and the front half out of neon purple fire, expanded it to be something like two feet long, and then stuck it on a pole. There was a large blue gem imbedded in the solid end of the spear's tip- rather gaudy, really, but I'm in no position to judge.
I must've stood there gawking for too long, because the man turned his head and yelled something urgent-sounding at me. At the time, I had no idea what he was saying. It sounded like German, if my E Nomine collection has taught me anything, but I don't understand a word of it. It was apparently important, since he repeated it, pointing away from the cliff with his free hand.
I'd just started puzzling out what he wanted (still being disoriented from the nearby explosion) when he looked back the way he came, muttered something, then stuck his spear out in front of him. With an odd noise- sort of a metallic double chime- a glowing purple triangle appeared, spinning, in midair, the center and each point of it adorned with a circle of the same purple light. Thunder sounded, and the man recoiled as *something* slammed into the light show he'd conjured.
By this point, I'd realized where I was, what was happening, and even what the guy had been trying to tell me. Run.
He didn't have to tell me again. I ran back to my car as fast as my legs could take me, locked the door, and drove back down the cliff edge, struggling every second to wring out more speed without getting stuck in the mud. A minute or so of pure, stress-laden agony later found me safely parked, close to where I'd entered this world. Half my attention was focused on the fight. I could see what the man was up against from here, and it didn't look good.
What about the other half of my attention? Well, it's someplace between panic, shock, and a bit of contemplating my situation. My train of thought just now went something like That was a mage. I'm in Nanoha. I'm in a freaking FICTIONAL UNIVERSE, and I didn't do it myself. Odds of a ROB being involved are high.
This is gonna suck.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As for the content of your suggestion, I have had a truly inspired idea based off of it, which this post is too limited to contain. :3
Also, Dartz? That's a trick for better men than me- or at least men more versed in the electrochemical arts. I'd probably get it to explode.
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Entry 10 (Day 6)
A few seconds after seeing the floating man, I'd managed to stagger to my feet... not that it changed much. My attention was still fixed firmly on the man above me, and my mind was on anything but where the rest of me was.
He looked to be about thirty years old, with shoulder-length gray hair (of that off shade that indicated it was true gray, and not the mishmash of graying hair) and stubble thick enough for me to see it from where I was. The floating man was wearing the oddest outfit- it looked like somebody had taken a look at a perfectly good military uniform, decided it didn't have enough metal, and riveted bits of plate mail onto it. In one hand, he held a long spear with a large tip. It looked like somebody had taken an arrowhead, made the back half of it out of silver and the front half out of neon purple fire, expanded it to be something like two feet long, and then stuck it on a pole. There was a large blue gem imbedded in the solid end of the spear's tip- rather gaudy, really, but I'm in no position to judge.
I must've stood there gawking for too long, because the man turned his head and yelled something urgent-sounding at me. At the time, I had no idea what he was saying. It sounded like German, if my E Nomine collection has taught me anything, but I don't understand a word of it. It was apparently important, since he repeated it, pointing away from the cliff with his free hand.
I'd just started puzzling out what he wanted (still being disoriented from the nearby explosion) when he looked back the way he came, muttered something, then stuck his spear out in front of him. With an odd noise- sort of a metallic double chime- a glowing purple triangle appeared, spinning, in midair, the center and each point of it adorned with a circle of the same purple light. Thunder sounded, and the man recoiled as *something* slammed into the light show he'd conjured.
By this point, I'd realized where I was, what was happening, and even what the guy had been trying to tell me. Run.
He didn't have to tell me again. I ran back to my car as fast as my legs could take me, locked the door, and drove back down the cliff edge, struggling every second to wring out more speed without getting stuck in the mud. A minute or so of pure, stress-laden agony later found me safely parked, close to where I'd entered this world. Half my attention was focused on the fight. I could see what the man was up against from here, and it didn't look good.
What about the other half of my attention? Well, it's someplace between panic, shock, and a bit of contemplating my situation. My train of thought just now went something like That was a mage. I'm in Nanoha. I'm in a freaking FICTIONAL UNIVERSE, and I didn't do it myself. Odds of a ROB being involved are high.
This is gonna suck.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.