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Wolfwood · 08-18-2007, 12:55 PM

Toe 1: *nudges his buddy who sits next to him*
"Hey, you feel that?"
Toe 2: *answers in a sleepy tone*
"Feel what?"
Toe 1: "That breeze. I think the sock is off!"
Toe 2: "Now that you mention it, yeah, I do. It's nice"
Toe 1: "Sure is! We've been stuck under that thing all day."
Toe 5: "I feel it too!"
Toe 1: "Shut the fuck up, Five! I wasn't talking to you."
Toe 5: ....
Toe 1: *turns back to Toes 2*
"Jesus H. Christ that guy's annoyin'!"
Toe 2: "Tell me about it. D'you see what he did today during lunch?"
Toe 1: "Nah, I was busy trying to itch the other leg. What'd he do?"
Toe 2: "Well, you know that broad the body works with?"
Toe 1: "Yeah..."
Toe 2: "Well, it was eating lunch wit' 'er and 5 kept trying to reach over and brush her leg. I mean, what the fuck! If he keeps pulling shit like that, d'em hand is gonna come down and give us toes a hair cut, if'n you know what I mean."
Toe 1: "Yeah, yeah I do. God, the last time they pulled that shit I fucking got an ingrown- and that shit hurts. They have no fucking clue what they're doing."
Toe 2: "Yeah..."
Toe 5: "I liked my hair cut last time!"
Toe 1: "I though I told you to shut the fuck up, Five!"

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My hands tighten around the handle of my sword. I can feel every fiber of that coarse fabric used to wrap it. My other hand grasps the sheath, it's smooth texture pin the fluttering wings of my stomach's butterflies. I pull hard on the handle and feel the blade protest. It won't budge at first, but with enough force I feel blade come and the sun reflect off its shimmering blade; my face is warm with those rays. I run my hand down the back of the blade, I swear I can feel its back muscles quiver in anticipation for the coming fight. I swear I can feel it ready to jump out of my hands and lunge into the nearest enemy. I take my other hand and extend a single finger. Cautiously I search for the sharp side of the blade, I feel it glint and shimmer- a sort of wink, letting me know it's ready. It is only tapered, whetted metal, but it feels like it could cut air in half. I wonder what the enemy feels, when he is that air?

08-18-2007, 12:55 PM	#25 (permalink)
Wolfwood Upright Location: taps you gently on the shoulder	Toe 1: nudges his buddy who sits next to him "Hey, you feel that?" Toe 2: answers in a sleepy tone "Feel what?" Toe 1: "That breeze. I think the sock is off!" Toe 2: "Now that you mention it, yeah, I do. It's nice" Toe 1: "Sure is! We've been stuck under that thing all day." Toe 5: "I feel it too!" Toe 1: "Shut the fuck up, Five! I wasn't talking to you." Toe 5: .... Toe 1: turns back to Toes 2 "Jesus H. Christ that guy's annoyin'!" Toe 2: "Tell me about it. D'you see what he did today during lunch?" Toe 1: "Nah, I was busy trying to itch the other leg. What'd he do?" Toe 2: "Well, you know that broad the body works with?" Toe 1: "Yeah..." Toe 2: "Well, it was eating lunch wit' 'er and 5 kept trying to reach over and brush her leg. I mean, what the fuck! If he keeps pulling shit like that, d'em hand is gonna come down and give us toes a hair cut, if'n you know what I mean." Toe 1: "Yeah, yeah I do. God, the last time they pulled that shit I fucking got an ingrown- and that shit hurts. They have no fucking clue what they're doing." Toe 2: "Yeah..." Toe 5: "I liked my hair cut last time!" Toe 1: "I though I told you to shut the fuck up, Five!" _________________________________________________________________ My hands tighten around the handle of my sword. I can feel every fiber of that coarse fabric used to wrap it. My other hand grasps the sheath, it's smooth texture pin the fluttering wings of my stomach's butterflies. I pull hard on the handle and feel the blade protest. It won't budge at first, but with enough force I feel blade come and the sun reflect off its shimmering blade; my face is warm with those rays. I run my hand down the back of the blade, I swear I can feel its back muscles quiver in anticipation for the coming fight. I swear I can feel it ready to jump out of my hands and lunge into the nearest enemy. I take my other hand and extend a single finger. Cautiously I search for the sharp side of the blade, I feel it glint and shimmer- a sort of wink, letting me know it's ready. It is only tapered, whetted metal, but it feels like it could cut air in half. I wonder what the enemy feels, when he is that air? __________________ We're nothing like God. Not only do we have limited powers, but sometimes we're driven to become the devil himself.