Sceldrant's Comet

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by Michael Rogers


  Luna: "Pssht, wateva. How borin', Ashton."

  Rachael: (Ash..) *She smirked and formed a fist, causing the glove to make stretching leather sounds.*

  Nathan: "I like it."

  Karol: "I dhon't understand it." *He spoke in confusion and suddenly tripped on his foot, falling face-first onto the ground.*

  Nathan: "Hmph-" *He sighed and quickly pulled Karol up, as if he was embarrassed that he tripped.*

  Karol: "It herts." *He started to whine with quivering lips.*

  Rachael: "Here-" *She opened her free arm, causing Karol to quickly run into it.*

  Nathan: "A dancer or not, we shouldn't keep this child with us."

  Karol: "I'ma-, I'ma man!" *He sniffed and pouted with a sad-filled frown.*

  Nathan: *He ignored Karol and started to walk up the stairs.* "You think we should try and meet them up there?"

  Luna: "Meet who up where?" *She grunted in confusion.*

  Destiny: "Yeu?"

  Rachael: "We're meant to be waiting for them near the entrance?"

  Nathan: "If they're up on the third level, we'd have to pass them if they aren't already waiting for us."

  Luna: "True."

  Rachael: "Alright, let's do that."

  Luna: *She yawned and rolled her eyes.* "I'm startin' to get bored, aye."

  Nathan: "You're not from this world, how are you bored?"

  Luna: "Ain't my fault your personalities are borin' as shit."

  Nathan: "Hmph." *He frowned and started to walk faster.*

  Rachael: *She pulled Karol closer to her, watching women holding umbrellas gracefully step down the stairs.* "I hope the others found the place to sign up easily."

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  Lezard: "Twortz, Trevour and the luxurious Lezard waited in this horrible line for centuries-"

  Old Woman: "Next." *Her voice echoed in the hallway.*

  Lezard: *He watched the person in front of him walk towards the long desk, revealing they were first in the line.* "Jinkies! Told you two it'll be fast."

  Twortz: "You were the one complaining how long we would have to wait."

  Lezard: "Me? Never!"

  Trevour: "Oh, but I do recall you doing this, sir."

  Old Woman: "Next."

  Lezard: "Yay!" *He giggled and skipped towards the desk, causing Twortz and Trevour to awkwardly follow him.*

  Old Woman: "Are all three of you registering?"

  Trevour: "Yes, my lady."

  Lezard: "Your lady? Naww, are you two a couple?"

  Old Woman: "I don't have time for this." *She slightly lowered the paperwork, implying she wasn't impressed.*

  Twortz: "Excuse our unprofessional acquaintance, we also have three others signing up."

  Old Woman: "Yes.. That makes six participants?"

  Twortz: "Yes, thank you."

  Old Woman: "Here are your numbers. Your names and the other participants please?"

  Lezard: "Lezard!" *He giggled.*

  Old Woman: "Last name?"

  Lezard: "Oh? Esteed."

  Twortz: "Twortz Montana." *She spoke in a professional-like manner.*

  Trevour: "Trevour Meister."

  Old Woman: "And the others?" *She finished writing their names on a sheet of paper.*

  Trevour: "I.. Don't know their last names?"

  Twortz: "Rachael Taylor."

  Old Woman: "Yes?"

  Twortz: "Luna Lighten." (Although, I don't see what use she could be.)

  Old Woman: "And lastly?"

  Lezard: "Jinkies! What's Nathan's last name?"

  Trevour: "And, Nathan Brails."

  Twortz: "How?"

  Trevour: "The interrogation.. I know." *He mumbled under his breath so only Twortz and Lezard could hear.*

  Old Woman: "This time tomorrow, the Reality Marble will be active."

  Twortz: "Where?"

  Old Woman: "Here? This must be your first time." *She slid a bunch of cards across the table with different numbers on them.*

  Twortz: "Yes." *She quickly glanced at the cards, focusing her attention back to the old woman.*

  Old Woman: "In this room, all participants will meet here. You will be prompted what to do after."

  Trevour: "What about those who aren't entering, but just watching?"

  Twortz: (Good question-)

  Old Woman: "They also meet here, but will automatically enter a different Reality Marble."

  Twortz: "I don't understand, everyone meets up here?"

  Old Woman: "Yes."

  Twortz: "How will they automatically enter a different place-?"

  Lezard: "I see. It's on the cards." *He inspected one of the cards, noticing a detailed purple glyph on the back.*

  Old Woman: "Yes." *She sounded impressed, as if not that many people knew about it.*

  Twortz: "Fascinating."

  Old Woman: *She looked past the party, noticing the line of people.* "Next."

  Lezard: "That's our queue, little monsters." *He giggled and started to leave the hall.*

  Twortz: *She slowly started to waddle after Lezard.* (He's much smarter than he lets on..)

  Lezard: *He looked over his shoulder, staring at Trevour and Twortz with a widening smile.* "Mission complete?" *He giggled, focusing his attention back in front.*

  Trevour: "Yes, sir. Heh heh."

  Twortz: (They say you shouldn't really trust people who smile all the time-)

  Trevour: "Twortz?" *He hobbled by her side, staring at Lezard's back.*

  Twortz: *She noticed several people in the line glance at Trevour in fear and anger.* "What made you become a warrior?"

  Trevour: "I-..?" *He sounded surprised, as if he wasn't expecting that question.*

  Twortz: "I don't see what's so awkward about my question. Did you do something bad?"

  Trevour: "Negative.." *He looked down, listening to his armour rattle.*

  Twortz: "So?"

  Trevour: "I come from a small clan of ground-based Rostical Users.. I decided to leave because I was frowned upon."

  Twortz: "Oh? Why was that?"

  Trevour: "I was only able to manipulate the ground when it was soft." *He spoke in disappointment, causing Twortz to look confused.*

  Twortz: "Why do you sound upset? Surely manipulating sand or dirt is far superior to solid pillars."

  Trevour: "I know, I know." *He suddenly walked through a warped gust of air, stepping on top of the enormous grey stairs.*

  Twortz: "Back to my original question, why did you join the warriors, and how exactly did you do it?"

  Trevour: "I felt the situation I was in a little temperamental, so I thought I had to do my own thing."

  Twortz: (I see.) "And how did you join the warriors?"

  Trevour: "Why..?"

  Twortz: "I can't see someone just going up to this Sorrowprax and requesting to become a warrior."

  Trevour: "Heh heh, you're very right.. I was lucky enough to ask a captain classed warrior-"

  Lezard: *He looked over his shoulder, as half of the stairs cracked and moved like an escalator down the opposite way.* "Come on, children! I'm hungry and tired!"

  Twortz: "How troubling.." *She hissed under her breath.*

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  *Rachael, Nathan, Luna and Karol walked across the bridge, causing it to slightly sway.*

  Karol: "Hey, everyfing looks different." *He giggled like a child and spread his arms, skipping onto the other side of the bridge.*

  Nathan: "We must be close."

  Rachael: "I'm a little excited about this race." *She spoke in excitement.*

  Luna: "Yea, me too, aye."

  Destiny: "Yeup."

  Nathan: "Should you actually go?"

  Luna: "Why shouldn't I?" *She grunted with a frown.*

  Nathan: "Because of your eyesight."

  Luna: "I'm fine, aye."

  Destiny: "Yeup!"

  Nathan: "But-"

  Luna: "But nothin'! I won't let this stop me from doin' wat I want!"

  Nathan: "Hah." *He smirked,
causing Luna to look confused.*

  Luna: "Wat's so funny?!"

  Karol: "Nee hee!" *He unintentionally skipped ahead, driven by his excitement.*

  Rachael: "Karol!" *She started to jog after Karol, ignoring the different coloured tiles on the ground.*

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  Lezard: *He hopped off the stairs and giggled, quickly walking out of the alleyway.* "Ooo, now that the extravagant work is over, perhaps we can check out the entertainment section?!"

  Twortz: "..."

  Trevour: "Twortz?" *He looked at Twortz and glanced at Lezard, as if he was expecting her to respond.*

  Twortz: *She shook her head, implying to ignore Lezard.* "Carry on."

  Trevour: "You need to be careful what captain you ask though. Some captains have been known to kill people on sight."

  Twortz: "Yes.." *She frowned in recollection.*

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  Lezard: "Trust me-" *He gently lowered his arm, noticing Rachael keeping to herself.*

  Rachael: "Who is that? Won't the snake attack her?" *She whispered to Lezard.*

  Lezard: (I can't believe I face a captain as soon as I leave you, father monster-)

  Rachael: "Hey?" *She looked at Lezard, waiting for his response.*

  Lezard: "I fear that could be Nancy."

  Rachael: "Nancy?" *She watched the snake suddenly spiral around Nancy, causing her to gasp.* (It is going to attack her-?!)

  Lezard: *He watched Arthur slither behind Nancy, as if it was keeping watch on her surroundings.* (Having control of something so powerful.. Frightening.)

  Nancy: "Let's see what is such a threat." *She spoke on her breath and stared at the tower in the distance with a widening smirk.*

  Arthur: "Hssst." *He swayed his neck and slithered behind Nancy, leaving an S-shaped trail behind him from the previous Scoldrant's remains.*

  Nancy: "Yes.." *She glanced at Arthur with a smirk, as if she could understand his hisses.* "Sending one of the top three warriors.. Whoever it is, they'll be dead before they even utter a word-"

  Twortz: *She looked at Nancy.* "Th-Thank you-"

  Nancy: *She paused and instantly glared at Twortz, causing Arthur to hiss for intimidation.* "You dare speak to me?"

  Twortz: "I-I-?"

  Lezard: "I fear, that's Nancy the feeder."

  Rachael: "Why is she called-?"

  Nancy: "Are you hungry, Arthur?"

  Arthur: "Hsssst." *It slithered its tongue at Twortz, as if it was inspecting her.*

  Rachael: "Crud." *She spoke in realisation.*

  Nancy: *She heard the sounds of a faint siren come from the city, causing her to sigh in an annoyed-like manner.* "No feeding today, Arthur. Work calls."

  Arthur: "Tsssskt."

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  Twortz: "Who is the captain that can summon a large snake?"

  Trevour: "Was the captain male or female?"

  Twortz: "Female."

  Trevour: (Besides Blake-, there's only one other Scoldrant User or summoner-) "Nancy."

  Twortz: (Nancy..) *She formed a fist, as if she held a grudge.*

  Trevour: *He stopped next to Lezard, noticing a large guild in matching colours stare him down.* "This appears to be a temperamental situation."

  Twortz: "What has the fool got himself into now?" *She waddled up to Lezard and stood by his side, glancing at the guild members.*

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  Luna: "Nah, oi! Wat's so funny?" *She grunted at Nathan.*

  Nathan: "Not letting it stop you? I can't tell if that's respectable or stupid." *He unintentionally smiled at Luna.*

  Luna: *She looked surprised by Nathan's smile and started to blush, causing Nathan to blush.* "Ahh.. Funny comin' from you, aye."

  Nathan: *He stopped and faced Luna, looking confused.* "What is that supposed to mean?"

  Luna: "You bein' stupid and callin' me stupid."

  Nathan: "Ha ha, don't like being called a dummy?"

  Luna: "I ain't stupid!" *She stepped forward, glaring at Nathan with growing anger.*

  Nathan: "And how was I being stupid?"

  Luna: "Pssht!"

  Nathan: "Wow, real mature."

  Luna: "Don't throw the mature card, it shits me off, aye."

  Nathan: "If it isn't the first time you heard that card, maybe it might mean something?"

  Luna: "Gah, get over yourself, aye-"

  Rachael: "Guys!" *She shouted out, catching Nathan and Luna's attention.*

  Nathan: *He quickly looked towards the sounds of Rachael's voice.* "Sounds like trouble."

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  *Lezard, Twortz, Trevour, Karol and Rachael clustered together, staring off an opposing guild.*

  Rachael: "What's happening here?"

  Lezard: *He looked to his side, smiling at Rachael.* "Razzypoo."

  Twortz: "Apparently these gentlemen find it hilarious to pick on people's appearances."

  Man A: "There's also women in the guild, fatty." *He looked at Rachael, implying Twortz wasn't a woman.*

  Twortz: "..."

  Karol: "At leest she isn't fat on the inside!"

  Man B: "Hohoho, little kid told you who's boss." *He grunted to his guild member.*

  Man A: "Why, I'll teach you, kid!-" *He stepped forward, causing Nathan and Rachael to step in front of Karol.*

  Karol: "Waichael? Nafan?"

  Man A: "Who's kid is that?"

 

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