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Re: Castle Iwaku - CHAPTER 8
Faramond didn't wait for the other two to follow him, he took Aya and made a run towards the other end of the bridge, where the castle looms above them.
Barely did they make it past the middle of the bridge when a large, slimy tentacle-like arm shot out of the water followed by a deep bellowing noise and more tentacles. Faramond stopped running to admire the creature that manifested itself before him, "Wow, more abominations." He kept staring at the creature, not minding Aya's insistent tugging.
And then pain, insistent pain as his back was scratched violently against the crumbling stone bridge. Had his hands not moved despite of him, he would have fallen down the raging waters below, like the noobs that were unlucky enough to have followed them to the bridge. Faramond could see some the noobs trying to swim against the turbulent waters, trying not to be sucked away by the torrent of water leading down the huge waterfall that formed one edge of the lake surrounding the castle. Some of the noobs managed to avoid the torrent, by being devoured by whatever creature that was lurking down there.
He began to lose his grip, and he wondered which end would befall him, drowning or being eaten alive. He wouldn't have wanted either, but before he could have decided which one to prefer, the rock he has been holding on gave way.
Faramond felt himself being flown away, only to be dropped quite rudely onto a bed he's familiar with by now, in a bedroom inhabited by a now familiar fat man. Faramond had been wanting this chance to talk with this guy, but in the rush of thoughts that flooded his mind, only one word managed to get out.
"Hi!"
The fat guy turned around slowly, wondering what the heck fell into his room, "Oh, it's just you."
"Just me?!" Faramond raised his voice, "Just a figment of your imagination that you could easily kill, huh?"
"Calm down, Faramond, calm down," the fat guy smiled and held out his cup of tea to Faramond who simply stared at it. "Oh, wait a sec," he said and went out of the room.
Faramond took this opportunity to sneak a peek into the fat guy's computer. It was no longer the same one he had once seen before, but before the computer's monitor, Faramond saw some notes and sketches. One of those sketches was of a guy that looked eerily like him, and in the notes were written some of the things he remembered from long ago. Looking at the computer screen, he saw an unfinished document, a document that told of his story, up until the part that he fell from the bridge.
"I wouldn't be snooping around someone else's files if I were you," the fat guy grinned, holding out a fresh cup of tea to Faramond. The fat guy motioned Faramond to sit on the bed, while the fat guy went near the windows and opened it. It was a dark, moonless night, a kind of night that made the city lights all the more brighter, a sight Faramond used to take for granted.
"I knew you'd soon confront me about what happened to megane-kun," the fat guy lighted a cigarette and took a puff. "And like what you suspected, he fell prey to the plot," he went on, pushing away the smoke with his hands.
"You could have done something though," Faramond retorted, "I don't know who exactly you are and what role you really play here, but I just know you could have done something about it. That entire spaceship wreck thing, it's.... It's... it is strange, but I hoped deep in my heart that you could do something about it, that you had plans for megane, that you knew what you were doing."
"I do?" the fat guy asked and took a sip from his tea, "I don't know."
"You do. You know that," Faramond insisted.
The fat guy sighed, took a puff of cigarette and sat on the computer chair, "I admit, I have played a part in plotting that part of the story, but..."
"But?" Faramond looked away from the fat guy and focused his attention to the computer screen.
"Never mind, it is my fault afterall," the fat guy heaved a much bigger sigh, "but remember this, I did it out of the desire to save megane-kun. It may prove to be not the best decision I might have made, but I did it to save him."
"To save him from the plot?" Faramond asked.
"Yes," the fat guy sighed, "from the all pervading plot that is consuming that world. From the all consuming plot that would soon engulf everyone, including you."
"Me? And if I happen to be engulfed by that plot, would you kill me too?"
"I don't know yet. And I would like to ask you, would you like me to save you from the plot? To save you from the plot in the same way I saved megane-kun from the plot?"
"I... I don't know..." Faramond shifted his eyes to a sketch of him, "But when the time comes that I would no longer have any control over what's happening to me, please, do what you think is right."
"Just don't let me end that way," Faramond slumped forward. The fat guy patted his back and went back to typing.
"I understand," the fat guy said, "because I would have felt the same way had I been in your situation." The fat guy resumed typing, but stopped abruptly, "Oh, I shall let you rest for a while here before sending you back there. You may use that other bed."
Faramond could only oblige, himself wanting to sleep in a decent bed which he hadn't had a chance to do ever since leaving that hotel in Shapeshifter town. No sooner had his back laid flat against the soft bed did he fall fast asleep.
"Everyone okay?" Zypher's usually cheery voice now carried a hint of concern, and reminded Faramond that he was now back in Iwaku.
"Aside from that massive headache and a painful neck, I guess I am okay" Faramond said as he got up. He checked himself had he lost anything. His clothes looked battered, but still okay, and megane-kun's sword is still safely clipped to his waist. In his shirt pocket, however, was a folded piece of paper. It was a sketch of him. He quickly put it back in his shirt pocket and looked around. They were inside some seaside cave. The beach could be seen from the cave's entrance.
Faramond removed his eyeglasses and scratched his eyes, "What now? We going to explore this cave?" He replaced the eyeglasses and went near Zypher.
Faramond didn't wait for the other two to follow him, he took Aya and made a run towards the other end of the bridge, where the castle looms above them.
Barely did they make it past the middle of the bridge when a large, slimy tentacle-like arm shot out of the water followed by a deep bellowing noise and more tentacles. Faramond stopped running to admire the creature that manifested itself before him, "Wow, more abominations." He kept staring at the creature, not minding Aya's insistent tugging.
And then pain, insistent pain as his back was scratched violently against the crumbling stone bridge. Had his hands not moved despite of him, he would have fallen down the raging waters below, like the noobs that were unlucky enough to have followed them to the bridge. Faramond could see some the noobs trying to swim against the turbulent waters, trying not to be sucked away by the torrent of water leading down the huge waterfall that formed one edge of the lake surrounding the castle. Some of the noobs managed to avoid the torrent, by being devoured by whatever creature that was lurking down there.
He began to lose his grip, and he wondered which end would befall him, drowning or being eaten alive. He wouldn't have wanted either, but before he could have decided which one to prefer, the rock he has been holding on gave way.
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Faramond felt himself being flown away, only to be dropped quite rudely onto a bed he's familiar with by now, in a bedroom inhabited by a now familiar fat man. Faramond had been wanting this chance to talk with this guy, but in the rush of thoughts that flooded his mind, only one word managed to get out.
"Hi!"
The fat guy turned around slowly, wondering what the heck fell into his room, "Oh, it's just you."
"Just me?!" Faramond raised his voice, "Just a figment of your imagination that you could easily kill, huh?"
"Calm down, Faramond, calm down," the fat guy smiled and held out his cup of tea to Faramond who simply stared at it. "Oh, wait a sec," he said and went out of the room.
Faramond took this opportunity to sneak a peek into the fat guy's computer. It was no longer the same one he had once seen before, but before the computer's monitor, Faramond saw some notes and sketches. One of those sketches was of a guy that looked eerily like him, and in the notes were written some of the things he remembered from long ago. Looking at the computer screen, he saw an unfinished document, a document that told of his story, up until the part that he fell from the bridge.
"I wouldn't be snooping around someone else's files if I were you," the fat guy grinned, holding out a fresh cup of tea to Faramond. The fat guy motioned Faramond to sit on the bed, while the fat guy went near the windows and opened it. It was a dark, moonless night, a kind of night that made the city lights all the more brighter, a sight Faramond used to take for granted.
"I knew you'd soon confront me about what happened to megane-kun," the fat guy lighted a cigarette and took a puff. "And like what you suspected, he fell prey to the plot," he went on, pushing away the smoke with his hands.
"You could have done something though," Faramond retorted, "I don't know who exactly you are and what role you really play here, but I just know you could have done something about it. That entire spaceship wreck thing, it's.... It's... it is strange, but I hoped deep in my heart that you could do something about it, that you had plans for megane, that you knew what you were doing."
"I do?" the fat guy asked and took a sip from his tea, "I don't know."
"You do. You know that," Faramond insisted.
The fat guy sighed, took a puff of cigarette and sat on the computer chair, "I admit, I have played a part in plotting that part of the story, but..."
"But?" Faramond looked away from the fat guy and focused his attention to the computer screen.
"Never mind, it is my fault afterall," the fat guy heaved a much bigger sigh, "but remember this, I did it out of the desire to save megane-kun. It may prove to be not the best decision I might have made, but I did it to save him."
"To save him from the plot?" Faramond asked.
"Yes," the fat guy sighed, "from the all pervading plot that is consuming that world. From the all consuming plot that would soon engulf everyone, including you."
"Me? And if I happen to be engulfed by that plot, would you kill me too?"
"I don't know yet. And I would like to ask you, would you like me to save you from the plot? To save you from the plot in the same way I saved megane-kun from the plot?"
"I... I don't know..." Faramond shifted his eyes to a sketch of him, "But when the time comes that I would no longer have any control over what's happening to me, please, do what you think is right."
"Just don't let me end that way," Faramond slumped forward. The fat guy patted his back and went back to typing.
"I understand," the fat guy said, "because I would have felt the same way had I been in your situation." The fat guy resumed typing, but stopped abruptly, "Oh, I shall let you rest for a while here before sending you back there. You may use that other bed."
Faramond could only oblige, himself wanting to sleep in a decent bed which he hadn't had a chance to do ever since leaving that hotel in Shapeshifter town. No sooner had his back laid flat against the soft bed did he fall fast asleep.
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"Everyone okay?" Zypher's usually cheery voice now carried a hint of concern, and reminded Faramond that he was now back in Iwaku.
"Aside from that massive headache and a painful neck, I guess I am okay" Faramond said as he got up. He checked himself had he lost anything. His clothes looked battered, but still okay, and megane-kun's sword is still safely clipped to his waist. In his shirt pocket, however, was a folded piece of paper. It was a sketch of him. He quickly put it back in his shirt pocket and looked around. They were inside some seaside cave. The beach could be seen from the cave's entrance.
Faramond removed his eyeglasses and scratched his eyes, "What now? We going to explore this cave?" He replaced the eyeglasses and went near Zypher.