Post by Wit on Sept 10, 2014 19:14:37 GMT -8
Richard winced as light hit his eyes. His head was throbbing again as he looked around trying to figure out where he was. This was not the first time this had happened in recent years.
"Every Rat blasted time. Had I known this dratted place would take me to the blazes... The fuck am I now?"
He rubbed his head, as he looked around, seeing two bodies leaning against the wall in what seemed to be a tenement. One looked like it might fit the jacket that Richard didn't remember putting on, but was now wearing. He was not emotional or compassionate about his life in general, cold was often used to describe him when he wasn't shopping for pay, or being 'Social' as some people called it. But of late, he felt more then he would like to admit, but feeling frustration and drained more then anything.
"And what the bull hell did I do this time."
At the same time, he saw it out of the corner of his eye. It pulsed in time with his own throbbing head. The cursed square, the field of beasts that even now sowed for its harvest.
"How don't they see it? But why would I expect them to? Fucks don't even know how to look at a shard, let alone how to listen to one. Last meeting.... what, a week ago? Or was it last year, hell if I can even keep track anymore. Think I was headed to Cali to get the hell away from you, but nope I still wake the hell up here. If you twern't so cursed a whoremonger... well the balls if I know. But then, what the hell do any of us know. There you are, trobbing and dark, like a negro's limb when looking at some pretty cherry. And why not? we flock around you, I tell others to stay away and keep the hell waking up here, like I am asking to be one of these cockchafers here."
His foot kicked one of the bodies against the wall, but his eyes never left the view of Pioneer Square. He could squint and see the murk that he knew was around it. He could feel it, he could hear it. Even this far away it still echoed off the walls.
"I know you pull the beasts towards you, they live there, even beyond their broken from their bodies. What you do with them, ... I don't know but you know I can hear them. Just because you want me to? Or is this how you call the beasts of others, and I am just lucky enough to hear to? Like a cuss of a hound and a dog whistle. Blast, not sure how it even fares against the blast screams of those slants, "
He paused a second, looking away from the Square for a moment, towards all of the ever present growth that was going on through out this ever growing urban center.
"Why... that's what the small shard asked earlier. Broken mirrors should know these things, but the blast seneschal, not the pyramid one.... but the other, not a scepter I don't think, but I cant seem the hell to think of who he is from. But those screems, they echo about as much as you do. An entire city in flames, and more. You know some of what that's like don't you. Is that why the powers that be around here inflicted it on another? Oh, used to being loud but not informitiive eh? that's crap. If you're goina be in my head the least you can do is give me some insight into what be's. Or are you, are you warning me, even if you wont let me go. What do I need to do for you? Hells, warning me but not letting me go, that's shit. The others don't give a fuck, maybe that's what you want. Bitchs don't listen to me, no caution no concern, so of course why worry about anything I say. "
Richard paused, before moving over to check the two bodies. Neither looked like the normal dead things he woke up near, as Richard looked more.
"Of course... now I have to wonder if the reason I am talking to the Cursed Square is because of drugs. Brilliant, well... fuck it. They might call me crazy, but they don't know crazy. They think they do. but you don't just dismiss it. You gotta be warry of it, like I am of you. Landmark, or worse. Do you do anything with the kine? Or are you just a beastly thing yourself? What will you bring here in the years to come? Fuck, why the hell am I talking to you? Maybe I should go find a junky or a drunk... and just fer'get the night. Might as well let the night take another memory, like it takes everything the hell else. "
The thrumming was beginning to build in his head again.
"Course... there are all sorts of vampires and what not, but people turn up their nose when you tell them the squares cursed... Hell only a few people even worried when you can turn a bomb into the sun.... Fuckers... all of them."
"Every Rat blasted time. Had I known this dratted place would take me to the blazes... The fuck am I now?"
He rubbed his head, as he looked around, seeing two bodies leaning against the wall in what seemed to be a tenement. One looked like it might fit the jacket that Richard didn't remember putting on, but was now wearing. He was not emotional or compassionate about his life in general, cold was often used to describe him when he wasn't shopping for pay, or being 'Social' as some people called it. But of late, he felt more then he would like to admit, but feeling frustration and drained more then anything.
"And what the bull hell did I do this time."
At the same time, he saw it out of the corner of his eye. It pulsed in time with his own throbbing head. The cursed square, the field of beasts that even now sowed for its harvest.
"How don't they see it? But why would I expect them to? Fucks don't even know how to look at a shard, let alone how to listen to one. Last meeting.... what, a week ago? Or was it last year, hell if I can even keep track anymore. Think I was headed to Cali to get the hell away from you, but nope I still wake the hell up here. If you twern't so cursed a whoremonger... well the balls if I know. But then, what the hell do any of us know. There you are, trobbing and dark, like a negro's limb when looking at some pretty cherry. And why not? we flock around you, I tell others to stay away and keep the hell waking up here, like I am asking to be one of these cockchafers here."
His foot kicked one of the bodies against the wall, but his eyes never left the view of Pioneer Square. He could squint and see the murk that he knew was around it. He could feel it, he could hear it. Even this far away it still echoed off the walls.
"I know you pull the beasts towards you, they live there, even beyond their broken from their bodies. What you do with them, ... I don't know but you know I can hear them. Just because you want me to? Or is this how you call the beasts of others, and I am just lucky enough to hear to? Like a cuss of a hound and a dog whistle. Blast, not sure how it even fares against the blast screams of those slants, "
He paused a second, looking away from the Square for a moment, towards all of the ever present growth that was going on through out this ever growing urban center.
"Why... that's what the small shard asked earlier. Broken mirrors should know these things, but the blast seneschal, not the pyramid one.... but the other, not a scepter I don't think, but I cant seem the hell to think of who he is from. But those screems, they echo about as much as you do. An entire city in flames, and more. You know some of what that's like don't you. Is that why the powers that be around here inflicted it on another? Oh, used to being loud but not informitiive eh? that's crap. If you're goina be in my head the least you can do is give me some insight into what be's. Or are you, are you warning me, even if you wont let me go. What do I need to do for you? Hells, warning me but not letting me go, that's shit. The others don't give a fuck, maybe that's what you want. Bitchs don't listen to me, no caution no concern, so of course why worry about anything I say. "
Richard paused, before moving over to check the two bodies. Neither looked like the normal dead things he woke up near, as Richard looked more.
"Of course... now I have to wonder if the reason I am talking to the Cursed Square is because of drugs. Brilliant, well... fuck it. They might call me crazy, but they don't know crazy. They think they do. but you don't just dismiss it. You gotta be warry of it, like I am of you. Landmark, or worse. Do you do anything with the kine? Or are you just a beastly thing yourself? What will you bring here in the years to come? Fuck, why the hell am I talking to you? Maybe I should go find a junky or a drunk... and just fer'get the night. Might as well let the night take another memory, like it takes everything the hell else. "
The thrumming was beginning to build in his head again.
"Course... there are all sorts of vampires and what not, but people turn up their nose when you tell them the squares cursed... Hell only a few people even worried when you can turn a bomb into the sun.... Fuckers... all of them."