Dream Time - SuperJer Forum

aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4940
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Heeeey... I just read that dream and realized there's something that happened in the dream that I never wrote down. I remember telling people about it, but somehow it never got into the written version. I took some liberties with the dialogue. I really have no idea what was said, just the general gist of how the situation and conversation went.

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When I was escaping over the rooftops after all my soldiers had been killed, the girl I had saved was chasing after me. She definetly did not recognize me, which was understandable... I never spoke to her and she was only in my presence for a couple minutes.

She had become, by a wide margin, the best combatant in the town. This, I am sure, was because I infused her with demonic power as a side-effect when I brought her back to life. Without that power I'm sure she wouldn't have ever learned how to fight at all. She was also wearing strangely modern clothes. It was very out of place, but I didn't realize until I woke up. She had a white tank top and slightly less bright khaki pants. Not the kind of khakis with an overzealous number of pockets down the sides, they were very nearly slacks. Why am I mentioning this?

The girl had obviously been falsely convinced that my posse and I were planning to attack the town, because I don't think her mother would let her grow up to have such an arbitrary enmity towards empire soldiers. The rest of the city's guards couldn't possibly keep up with us. She chased after me exactly as quickly as I ran away. I was faster than her for sure, but I had no idea where I was going. I spent a good deal of time rounding corners into dead-ends and gracelessly tripping over pets and outdoor furniture. As I was running from her I had been grazed by a few near misses of whatever spell she was hurling at me and it was certainly the kind of magic that is designed to kill demons. I wasn't EXACTLY a demon, but it still did not bode well for me.

I really can't put into words the sheer amount of frustration I felt at this point. She was an opponent that I could probably defeat with only a little effort, but I couldn't fight back! There was NO WAY I was going to kill this girl, or even so much as attack her, after all I did to keep her alive. And all that is without mentioning that she's got her mother's rather enchanting features, minus 20 something years of wear and tear.

I eventually took too many wrong turns and ended up in a courtyard with only one exit that wasn't thuroughly blockaded by barricades or unintentional obstacles. Neither of us had spoken during the chase, and I was at a total loss for words. What was I to say in a situation like that?

The girl's eyes had the look of a professional warrior. No hesitation, just a noticable squint as if she was trying to focus on me so she could react if I suddenly bolted in one direction or the other. She had a barely noticable smirk, however, that betrayed the "fighting for justice and honor" attitude she was clearly attempting to potray. She was enjoying this. A lot. I don't think she's ever had a real opponent before. Just the fact that she couldn't immediately catch me was probably igniting a killer instinct she didn't even know she had. That's what her face told me, anyway. And if I thought it, it is therefore true.

She swung her hand before her as if she was attempting to lightly backhand an invisible being that had displeased her. It was the same spell she had been casting at me before. Lv. 20 Holy Bolt or something. I dunno. It was white, shiney and about as fast and difficult to avoid as an angry bee. I did not avoid it, I merely slapped it out of existence much in the same way she slapped it in. It stung like a bitch and left my fingers partially numb, but I didn't make it apparent.

"Apparently you underestimated our city. You came here expecting resistance, didn't you? Why won't you fight me?" She asked directly and with a clear degree of petulance.

It was obvious that she wasn't asking just out of curiousity. I believe she had been expecting a challenging fight, and hadn't yet procured one from me... and so she was pissed.

"I don't know why, but I was expecting you to be a lot more innocent."

"What is that supposed to mean?" She sounded like she had no time for my nonesense. Like she wasn't really asking a question so much as she was dismissing what I said entirely.

She stepped closer by a few feet, she stayed just out of reach of my spear, not that I intended to use it. I wasn't even holding it in a combative stance.

I was desperately attempting to think of what to say to her to remind her of who I was. I refused to just blurt it out. A situation like this required a certain amount of wit to leave a really good impression. I didn't feel I was in particularly severe danger of being killed by her.

"You know, you never asked me why I came here."

She looked like she was about to say something, when I decided to jam my spear down into the ground and let go of it, as a sign that I carried no hostility with me. Apparently she took this as either the beginning of an attack, or as an opening. Maybe both. Her sudden change from a thoughtful expression to a sucker punch in the abdomen caught me foolishly off guard. I do believe she used that spell at the moment her fist connected with me, because it burned a hole in my shirt. What the HELL is up with me and getting my shirt trashed? Why does this town aggress my torso garments so? Ahem... anyway. Much to my dismay, her blow had been enough to inhibit my ability to stand or defend myself in any effective fashion. It had also thrown me back against a wall, but the wall was only at arm's length away from me to begin with. I fell like a bag of hammers on to my ass, one knee up against my chest and my other leg draped uselessly up onto a curb. It wasn't painful so much as it was a total loss of feeling. I could tell it would hurt a lot when the numbness faded, and I wasn't particularly fond of the idea of looking down to see if she'd made a hole clear through me or not.

Finally she showed some sign that she wasn't a killing machine. I had time to catch my breath, because she didn't seem to know what to do with me now that I was defeated. She just kinda stared at me for a moment like she was hoping somebody else would come along and finish me off, or that I'd just die on my own.

"You know, if you kill me... the God of Karma is going to come down and personally drag you through the gates of hell."

"What?" This time she looked truly confused, and not dismissive as she was before.

"Besides, your mother told me I'd always be welcome. You'd be making her a liar."

Now she looked REALLY confused. She started to speak, but cut off without uttering a word. Her expression melted from a furrowed brow into the wide-eyed stare of sudden realization.

"You're-" She choked.

"Yes, this would be the second time I've suffered severe stomach trauma on your account."

She couldn't speak, she put her hand over her mouth and just stared at me like she had run over her best friend's dog.

"I-" She attempted to start again.

"I'll be generous. If you promise to stop purging me with holy fire, I'll let this whole thing go."

"But I-"

She was very visibly distressed at this point. On the verge of tears, which I was actually glad to see. I didn't demonify her too much. The fact that somebody was actually showing empathy towards me was enough to make me not particularly care that I was probably still going to die at the hands of her friends.

...and I don't remember anything detailed after this point. Just that people decided to kick her out of town for not killing me, or something to that effect.

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2008 Feb 17 at 08:12 PST — Ed. 2008 Feb 17 at 08:18 PST