The old one was depressing me.
xP
New post soonish.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
On the phone with Tatum
First thing she says when I start typing this post:
"Get away from my mouth! I don't care care if you love me at this time of night, just get away from my mouth!" XD
She's referring to her kitten.
Huavo: :{D
Huavo's pet squid:
"You have a blog? That baffles my mind! It's kind of like.. How did people come up with soap? Or shampoo? It just.. baffles my mind."
"Oh shit, my mom's home. She's gonna be like 'why you on the floor, with the phone in your hand?' Argh."
"Dude. My bathroom smells like lavender."
Haha, we're epic.
"Get away from my mouth! I don't care care if you love me at this time of night, just get away from my mouth!" XD
She's referring to her kitten.
Huavo: :{D
Huavo's pet squid:
"You have a blog? That baffles my mind! It's kind of like.. How did people come up with soap? Or shampoo? It just.. baffles my mind."
"Oh shit, my mom's home. She's gonna be like 'why you on the floor, with the phone in your hand?' Argh."
"Dude. My bathroom smells like lavender."
Haha, we're epic.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Another aeroplane, Another sunny place
I'm in a fantastic mood right now. All that's wrong is I can't find the cord linking my camera to my computer. Oh well. I'll find it.
Last night, I didn't get to play the guitar for my class. After they got in from snack, the "board" commanded us to bring our kids to the gym, so we could all watch some old '90s movie. (It wasn't very good, and it scared a lot of the kids.) At 6, I packed up my guitar, and grabbed my things, and made my way to the door. As I got to the window to see if I could see my dad, one of my kids ran up behind me, gave me a hug, and asked me to play the guitar for her. So, I sat down, and played "Home" by Michael Buble. She really liked it, and asked me to play a song for her mom before they left. I played a short little version of Canon in D as they walked out the door, and my kid smiled at me, and left to get in her car. Dad showed up a few minutes later, and picked me up, and he, Juli, and I made our way to get Chinese Food. All in all, it was a good Friday.
Today, we (me and a gang of friends) celebrated Tatum's birthday at the Eno. I finally formally met Carmen, a friend of hers, and we hit it off like a bang. I showed up at the Eno with a big pink bag, with a teddy bear in it. Tatum LOVED the teddy bear. I was glad, I was terrified about what to get her. Anyways, we had a great time today. I made a new friend, I saw people I haven't seen all summer, and I swam around all day, like a fish. :]
Good good Weekend, so far. ^_^
~ Tim
Last night, I didn't get to play the guitar for my class. After they got in from snack, the "board" commanded us to bring our kids to the gym, so we could all watch some old '90s movie. (It wasn't very good, and it scared a lot of the kids.) At 6, I packed up my guitar, and grabbed my things, and made my way to the door. As I got to the window to see if I could see my dad, one of my kids ran up behind me, gave me a hug, and asked me to play the guitar for her. So, I sat down, and played "Home" by Michael Buble. She really liked it, and asked me to play a song for her mom before they left. I played a short little version of Canon in D as they walked out the door, and my kid smiled at me, and left to get in her car. Dad showed up a few minutes later, and picked me up, and he, Juli, and I made our way to get Chinese Food. All in all, it was a good Friday.
Today, we (me and a gang of friends) celebrated Tatum's birthday at the Eno. I finally formally met Carmen, a friend of hers, and we hit it off like a bang. I showed up at the Eno with a big pink bag, with a teddy bear in it. Tatum LOVED the teddy bear. I was glad, I was terrified about what to get her. Anyways, we had a great time today. I made a new friend, I saw people I haven't seen all summer, and I swam around all day, like a fish. :]
Good good Weekend, so far. ^_^
~ Tim
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I'm looking forward to the weekend.
This week has been.. At best, bad.
On Monday, I went from when I woke up to about 11:45 without any food. I had nothing to eat for breakfast, we were out of food. At school, I was hungry, and had a bad migraine all day. At work, I was cranky, and yelled at a kid for touching me. As soon as I got home, I called it quits, took my pill, and went to bed. I had had enough of Monday. Monday sucked. And what sucked even worse was I knew I had my homework to do, but I'd have to do it in the morning.
Tuesday, I woke up, did my homework, and it was off to a pretty great morning. UNTIL the car ride. My dad yelled at me once, and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the trip, except mumbling "Thanks" when he said "Have a good day". (Later, Juli told me he felt bad for yelling at me.) You just DON'T yell at me in the morning. That's how I have bad days. My day is mounted upon my mornings. If I don't have a good morning, I have an awful day. I ALWAYS do my best to stay positive in the morning, but truth be told, I'm not happy. I'd rather be asleep.
Later, in Parenting, my teacher was listening to "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi. I decided then that Tuesday would be better. And it was, for the most part. I aced a few quizzes, obliterated a US history assignment (my teacher wrote "Excellent Job!!" at the top of my paper. I felt speshul. :D), and I got to see my kids, headache free. Later, at home, I bought the family dinner, and we watched a TV show, then went to bed.
Wednesday and today were alright. For the most part, all that's wrong is:
~~I'm INCREDIBLY tired.
~~One of my best friends at Work, Lindsey, is quitting. That kinda has me down. :/ She drives me everyday, and we talk on the way there. I've learned a lot about her. But, my point is, she will be missed. She's taken a lot of garbage there, and I understand why she's leaving. I wish she could stay, but oh well. I'll still see her everyday.
Tomorrow, Friday, I have a massive Unit 1 US history test, and a Physics Lab due. I finished the lab, but I don't know if I did it right.. The math is lost on me. I'm not worried about the Test, I love US history. But still. It is weighing on me.
That and the atmosphere around this family NEEDS to change. I'm sick of my mom yelling at the rest of us. I know I take what she says to me and turn it into a big deal. But hey, it's not fair. If she wanted to have kids, this is the consequence.
All I can say is
I'm looking forward to the weekend.
~ Tim
On Monday, I went from when I woke up to about 11:45 without any food. I had nothing to eat for breakfast, we were out of food. At school, I was hungry, and had a bad migraine all day. At work, I was cranky, and yelled at a kid for touching me. As soon as I got home, I called it quits, took my pill, and went to bed. I had had enough of Monday. Monday sucked. And what sucked even worse was I knew I had my homework to do, but I'd have to do it in the morning.
Tuesday, I woke up, did my homework, and it was off to a pretty great morning. UNTIL the car ride. My dad yelled at me once, and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the trip, except mumbling "Thanks" when he said "Have a good day". (Later, Juli told me he felt bad for yelling at me.) You just DON'T yell at me in the morning. That's how I have bad days. My day is mounted upon my mornings. If I don't have a good morning, I have an awful day. I ALWAYS do my best to stay positive in the morning, but truth be told, I'm not happy. I'd rather be asleep.
Later, in Parenting, my teacher was listening to "Bed of Roses" by Bon Jovi. I decided then that Tuesday would be better. And it was, for the most part. I aced a few quizzes, obliterated a US history assignment (my teacher wrote "Excellent Job!!" at the top of my paper. I felt speshul. :D), and I got to see my kids, headache free. Later, at home, I bought the family dinner, and we watched a TV show, then went to bed.
Wednesday and today were alright. For the most part, all that's wrong is:
~~I'm INCREDIBLY tired.
~~One of my best friends at Work, Lindsey, is quitting. That kinda has me down. :/ She drives me everyday, and we talk on the way there. I've learned a lot about her. But, my point is, she will be missed. She's taken a lot of garbage there, and I understand why she's leaving. I wish she could stay, but oh well. I'll still see her everyday.
Tomorrow, Friday, I have a massive Unit 1 US history test, and a Physics Lab due. I finished the lab, but I don't know if I did it right.. The math is lost on me. I'm not worried about the Test, I love US history. But still. It is weighing on me.
That and the atmosphere around this family NEEDS to change. I'm sick of my mom yelling at the rest of us. I know I take what she says to me and turn it into a big deal. But hey, it's not fair. If she wanted to have kids, this is the consequence.
All I can say is
I'm looking forward to the weekend.
~ Tim
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The FIRST day of Eleventh Grade
Wait, what?!
*is smacked by the reality that he's an upperclassmen*
It all feels like it's happening a little too fast.Screw that, it's happening incredibly fast. I still remember, clear as day, the first day I went to check out my elementary school. I was fascinated with the big bright, blue doors, and the colorful toys. The chipping paint went unnoticed as my shoes squeaked up the hall, towards the cafeteria. My guide showed me the whole school, and I gawked at the gym- You could fit my room in there eighty times!
Today, my dad dropped me off at my new high school. I rushed in the doors, and made my way to H hall. Except, I wound out on N hall. I had to ask for directions, and even THOSE got me sent to the wrong place. I eventually made it to my homeroom, where I chose a seat in the back of the room, away from everyone. Gradually, people poured in through the doors, and it was like segregation or something: All the black kids sat with me on the right side of the room, and all the white kids sat on the left. I didn't feel inclined to move- I liked where I was sitting. I recognized about three faces, but no one paid me any notice.
Homeroom lasted two hours. I about fell asleep a few times, but I didn't. All the kids on my side of the room cracked jokes about reefer, and all the kids on the other side amused themselves with stories about summer. The teacher had gotten through going over the rules, and we were waiting for the bell to ring. It rang after about twenty minutes, and I made my way to my Parenting and Child Development class.
After getting lost (again), I stumbled into the room, and chose a seat. At the front of the room. Close to the door. What was I thinking? Anyways, people came in and sat down. I was, and am, the solitary white male in my class. 96% are black females, with 3% black males. No one paid me any mind, again. I didn't recognize a soul. The girl sitting behind me is actually expecting. She's due next week. Our teacher has this heavy African accent, and she brought out the babies that we're going to take care of. They're so.. Ish. They're creepy. But if I care for it and support it, I'll pass the class. Okay, I can do that.
I think.
The bell rang, and I made my way to my second period, Spanish 3. I sat down in my assigned seat, and watched people come into the room. I recognized only one, but he didn't notice me. Again. *sigh* Anyways, Spanish started, and we had a little fun talking about ourselves. Nothing really special here, so I'll move on.
As I went to Physics, I passed Lindsey, my friend from work. She said hey, I said hey, and then went on my way. I came in the door for Physics, and immediately recognized three faces. Two of which did not know me. HOWEVER the last one did! I had lunch with him later, and we talked about stuff. So, I have one friend, so far. Yay!
Physics came and went, and then it was time for the last period. I went to US history, eager to see who all I recognized. I got lost again, and had to stop for directions. But, when I went in, I noticed three people I knew! Again, only one acknowledged me. But she sat next to me, and we talked a little. I really like my History Teacher- in fact, she knows my teacher from last year! She said my teacher said really nice things about me. I smiled.
I got lost on my way to find Lindsey, but I found her eventually, and we walked to the parking lot. She and I dropped our stuff off at her car, and she told me we weren't leaving yet; She had a few errands to run. I sat near the car, and sighed. I was sad that so few recognized me. However, I understand.
Lindsey got back, then dropped me off at work shortly, and that's all I have to say.
~ Tim
*is smacked by the reality that he's an upperclassmen*
It all feels like it's happening a little too fast.Screw that, it's happening incredibly fast. I still remember, clear as day, the first day I went to check out my elementary school. I was fascinated with the big bright, blue doors, and the colorful toys. The chipping paint went unnoticed as my shoes squeaked up the hall, towards the cafeteria. My guide showed me the whole school, and I gawked at the gym- You could fit my room in there eighty times!
Today, my dad dropped me off at my new high school. I rushed in the doors, and made my way to H hall. Except, I wound out on N hall. I had to ask for directions, and even THOSE got me sent to the wrong place. I eventually made it to my homeroom, where I chose a seat in the back of the room, away from everyone. Gradually, people poured in through the doors, and it was like segregation or something: All the black kids sat with me on the right side of the room, and all the white kids sat on the left. I didn't feel inclined to move- I liked where I was sitting. I recognized about three faces, but no one paid me any notice.
Homeroom lasted two hours. I about fell asleep a few times, but I didn't. All the kids on my side of the room cracked jokes about reefer, and all the kids on the other side amused themselves with stories about summer. The teacher had gotten through going over the rules, and we were waiting for the bell to ring. It rang after about twenty minutes, and I made my way to my Parenting and Child Development class.
After getting lost (again), I stumbled into the room, and chose a seat. At the front of the room. Close to the door. What was I thinking? Anyways, people came in and sat down. I was, and am, the solitary white male in my class. 96% are black females, with 3% black males. No one paid me any mind, again. I didn't recognize a soul. The girl sitting behind me is actually expecting. She's due next week. Our teacher has this heavy African accent, and she brought out the babies that we're going to take care of. They're so.. Ish. They're creepy. But if I care for it and support it, I'll pass the class. Okay, I can do that.
I think.
The bell rang, and I made my way to my second period, Spanish 3. I sat down in my assigned seat, and watched people come into the room. I recognized only one, but he didn't notice me. Again. *sigh* Anyways, Spanish started, and we had a little fun talking about ourselves. Nothing really special here, so I'll move on.
As I went to Physics, I passed Lindsey, my friend from work. She said hey, I said hey, and then went on my way. I came in the door for Physics, and immediately recognized three faces. Two of which did not know me. HOWEVER the last one did! I had lunch with him later, and we talked about stuff. So, I have one friend, so far. Yay!
Physics came and went, and then it was time for the last period. I went to US history, eager to see who all I recognized. I got lost again, and had to stop for directions. But, when I went in, I noticed three people I knew! Again, only one acknowledged me. But she sat next to me, and we talked a little. I really like my History Teacher- in fact, she knows my teacher from last year! She said my teacher said really nice things about me. I smiled.
I got lost on my way to find Lindsey, but I found her eventually, and we walked to the parking lot. She and I dropped our stuff off at her car, and she told me we weren't leaving yet; She had a few errands to run. I sat near the car, and sighed. I was sad that so few recognized me. However, I understand.
Lindsey got back, then dropped me off at work shortly, and that's all I have to say.
~ Tim
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Freudian Psychology, Jobs, and School
I.
Got.
A.
JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I work at a local church, as an afterschool teacher. I work with Mrs. A and we watch over a group of second and third graders. I showed up at the interview the first day; it was about 10:00. The steps seemed to be a lot bigger than I had remembered them being. I climb up the stairs, pulled open the doors, and made my way to the office, where Mrs. K was waiting for me. She took me back to a pre-school room, and the interview commenced. She started asking me some basic questions, then some more thoughtful ones. I left the church, feeling like I nailed the interview, and got in my mom's car and talked to her about how it went.
Two days later, I got the call that I had been accepted. It was then that I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, I jumped up and down shouting and cheering.
On my first day of work, I was terrified. I had thrown up in the car on the way over to the church. All that was going through my mind was "What if I screw up?!" I got there, and walked into the office. There, waiting for me, was a room full of people I didn't know at all. However, to the right, I saw a familiar face. It was one of my best friends growing up! (I'm not saying people's real names for obvious reasons. :P) I was walked around the church, and shown where I would be working, and then I waited in th gym with everyone else. At around 3:45, the children burst through the steel doors. I was shocked at how many kids there were! I didn't know at the time what group I was assigned to, but was shortly told I would be teaching 2nd/3rd combo.
Our group showed up, everyone was there, and we played Pac-Man in the gym. I jumped in and played with the kids, and we all had a lot of fun. We went back to the classroom, then had snack, and came back to the classroom for homework time. I had immediately hit it off with almost all of the kids, and I helped my assistant teacher's kid with her math. Ugh. Math. But I CAN do second or third grade math. :D
The kids made their way home, then I left as my dad came to pick me up. I had had an amazing day, and was ready for day two.
I'm noticing different personalities in these kids, and it fascinates me! Some are very outgoing, others are not. It reminds me of what I learned in English about Freud's Id, Ego, and Superego. ^_^ I enjoyed that lesson. And now I see all these kids, and how they apply to it.
Anyways.
Now, here I am, starting my third week. The kids are slowly figuring out what grinds my gears, and they're pushing it. However, I love each and every single one of them. They're a good group. And I really wan to keep this job. So... I'm switching schools. I'm no longer going to DSA, but I'm switching. DSA lets out at 3:45, and I need to BE there by 3:45. And there's no way I could be there by then. So, I decided switching was the best thing to do. I made a lot of friends there, and I'm sure I'll make a lot more. My friends that I'm leaving will just have to carry on without me. However, it's not like I'm dying or disappearing. There will be those that I miss. There will also be those that I will be soooo happy to leave.
Alrighty. I must leave now.
Bye-bye.
Hasta luego.
~ Tim
Got.
A.
JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I work at a local church, as an afterschool teacher. I work with Mrs. A and we watch over a group of second and third graders. I showed up at the interview the first day; it was about 10:00. The steps seemed to be a lot bigger than I had remembered them being. I climb up the stairs, pulled open the doors, and made my way to the office, where Mrs. K was waiting for me. She took me back to a pre-school room, and the interview commenced. She started asking me some basic questions, then some more thoughtful ones. I left the church, feeling like I nailed the interview, and got in my mom's car and talked to her about how it went.
Two days later, I got the call that I had been accepted. It was then that I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, I jumped up and down shouting and cheering.
On my first day of work, I was terrified. I had thrown up in the car on the way over to the church. All that was going through my mind was "What if I screw up?!" I got there, and walked into the office. There, waiting for me, was a room full of people I didn't know at all. However, to the right, I saw a familiar face. It was one of my best friends growing up! (I'm not saying people's real names for obvious reasons. :P) I was walked around the church, and shown where I would be working, and then I waited in th gym with everyone else. At around 3:45, the children burst through the steel doors. I was shocked at how many kids there were! I didn't know at the time what group I was assigned to, but was shortly told I would be teaching 2nd/3rd combo.
Our group showed up, everyone was there, and we played Pac-Man in the gym. I jumped in and played with the kids, and we all had a lot of fun. We went back to the classroom, then had snack, and came back to the classroom for homework time. I had immediately hit it off with almost all of the kids, and I helped my assistant teacher's kid with her math. Ugh. Math. But I CAN do second or third grade math. :D
The kids made their way home, then I left as my dad came to pick me up. I had had an amazing day, and was ready for day two.
I'm noticing different personalities in these kids, and it fascinates me! Some are very outgoing, others are not. It reminds me of what I learned in English about Freud's Id, Ego, and Superego. ^_^ I enjoyed that lesson. And now I see all these kids, and how they apply to it.
Anyways.
Now, here I am, starting my third week. The kids are slowly figuring out what grinds my gears, and they're pushing it. However, I love each and every single one of them. They're a good group. And I really wan to keep this job. So... I'm switching schools. I'm no longer going to DSA, but I'm switching. DSA lets out at 3:45, and I need to BE there by 3:45. And there's no way I could be there by then. So, I decided switching was the best thing to do. I made a lot of friends there, and I'm sure I'll make a lot more. My friends that I'm leaving will just have to carry on without me. However, it's not like I'm dying or disappearing. There will be those that I miss. There will also be those that I will be soooo happy to leave.
Alrighty. I must leave now.
Bye-bye.
Hasta luego.
~ Tim
Thursday, July 29, 2010
My fanfic, Knight~Sky
Chapter one: An old friend in need
Focusing on his target, the young cleric sighed, and closed his eyes. He put his left foot forward, in front of his right. He raised his blunt mace to the sky, and prayed a quick prayer. Suddenly, a bright beam of light appeared over the fighter on his right. The scratches on his arms healed themselves, and the huge gash on his stomach closed up instantly.
“I’ll sow up that shirt for you, Lysimachus” said the cleric.
Lysimachus turned, and thanked the cleric for his help. “It’s alright; I can take care of it.”
His armor hadn’t been too damaged; there was a slight tear in the front.
“I’ll stop by Pey on our way back to Roumen” said Lysimachus. “Did you get all that you needed?”
The cleric pulled out his list, and crossed “hero slimes” off of it. “All I need now.. Is that stupid gang imp, and his cohorts, those bored imps. I can’t do it alone.” “Alright, I can do that” replied Lysimachus.
The pair made their way down the hill, and took a right into the tall dark forest. Slowly moving as to not wake up a nearby sleeping honeying, they made their way to a small clearing in the forest. Off in the distance, there was a trio of arguing imps.
“Okay, here’s the plan” whispered Lysimachus. “I’ll run in, and mock the leader. When he runs after me, his buddies are sure to be backing him up. As I’m fighting, don’t do anything but keep me alive. Don’t worry: This will be a snap.”
The cleric nodded, and took up a position behind a rock. Lysimachus made his way over to the thugs, and shouted “Hey, you stupid bunch of low-lives! I bet you couldn’t even hurt me if you tried!”
The leader looked up, and then charged at Lysimachus. Raising his sword and shield, Lysimachus got into a defensive stance, ready to swing his sword. Right as the imp was up on him, Lysimachus sliced the imp as hard as he could. It did no good.
“He’s got to have a weak point..” thought Lysimachus.
He didn’t have long to think; the bored imps were flying at him from both sides. The cleric stayed in the back, watching the fight, doing his best to keep the fighter alive. Lysimachus smiled, as he found the leaders weakness. He thrust his sword into the imp’s right leg, and it stumbled to the ground. Green blood spurted out of the imp’s wound; Lysimachus had struck an artery. The imp slowly died, then disappeared into a cloud of dust. The bored imps noticed their leader’s death, and turned around and fled for the forest. The cleric cheered from the background, and rushed over to examine the loot that the leader had dropped.
Lysimachus collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain. “Those sneaky imps..poisoned me..”
The cleric wheeled around, and rushed to his side. Frantically trying to heal him, Lysimachus told him not to worry.
“The poison is not very strong. He just caught me off guard, that’s all. Do you have your warp scrolls on hand?”
Relieved, the cleric nodded.
“Okay. I’ve got to go see an old friend.. So, I’ll see you around.”
“You too!” replied the cleric. He disappeared into a puff of smoke as he unraveled the bow holding the scroll together.
Lysimachus got up, and took out a scroll labeled “Roumen”. He untied the knot, and as soon as he did, he felt that familiar sensation of being lifted off of his feet. He immediately touched down in a familiar section of town. Walking across the bridge, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the fountain’s edge.
Lysimachus walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said to him “It’s been a while, Roxas. I heard you had given up, and returned home.”
Roxas got up and said “And I hear you’re still helping children do small tasks around Roumen. I tease, haha. How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been good, Roxas. It’s good to see you again. Here, follow me, let’s take a walk.” The two figures walked off, chatting.
“So what brings you back to Isya, Roxas?” Asked Lysimachus.
“Well, Lysi, I got a letter in the mail the other day. It was from Gibbous.”
Lysimachus stopped. “THE Gibbous? As in.. Our old Guildmaster?”
“Yes, that Gibbous.”
Lysimachus felt his heart flutter for a moment. Gibbous had been sort of a mother to he and Roxas. She taught Roxas how to heal. Her friend, Icariox, had taught Lysimachus how to fight. Icariox had been Lysimachus’ best friend, until he went rogue, and disappeared.
Lysimachus scratched his head. “I hope she doesn’t want us to rejoin her guild… I’m in The Company now. I’ve got a lot of friends there.. I couldn’t possibly leave them.”
Roxas shook his head. “No.. No, not like that. I left too, remember? She gave us the option to quit, and we did. The letter simply said that-"
“Aack!” Roxas crumpled to the ground, dead.
Lysimachus gasped, and knelt down and picked up his fallen friend. He looked around. He realized that the two of them were in the Ancien Elven Woods. They had lost track of where they were going, and walked right into archer territory.
“Help! Help!” shouted Lysimachus. “Is anyone there?!” Suddenly, a large, blunt rock came into contact with Lysimachus’ head, and he was knocked out. A big Greenky picked up Lysimachus, and carried him back to the woods...
Focusing on his target, the young cleric sighed, and closed his eyes. He put his left foot forward, in front of his right. He raised his blunt mace to the sky, and prayed a quick prayer. Suddenly, a bright beam of light appeared over the fighter on his right. The scratches on his arms healed themselves, and the huge gash on his stomach closed up instantly.
“I’ll sow up that shirt for you, Lysimachus” said the cleric.
Lysimachus turned, and thanked the cleric for his help. “It’s alright; I can take care of it.”
His armor hadn’t been too damaged; there was a slight tear in the front.
“I’ll stop by Pey on our way back to Roumen” said Lysimachus. “Did you get all that you needed?”
The cleric pulled out his list, and crossed “hero slimes” off of it. “All I need now.. Is that stupid gang imp, and his cohorts, those bored imps. I can’t do it alone.” “Alright, I can do that” replied Lysimachus.
The pair made their way down the hill, and took a right into the tall dark forest. Slowly moving as to not wake up a nearby sleeping honeying, they made their way to a small clearing in the forest. Off in the distance, there was a trio of arguing imps.
“Okay, here’s the plan” whispered Lysimachus. “I’ll run in, and mock the leader. When he runs after me, his buddies are sure to be backing him up. As I’m fighting, don’t do anything but keep me alive. Don’t worry: This will be a snap.”
The cleric nodded, and took up a position behind a rock. Lysimachus made his way over to the thugs, and shouted “Hey, you stupid bunch of low-lives! I bet you couldn’t even hurt me if you tried!”
The leader looked up, and then charged at Lysimachus. Raising his sword and shield, Lysimachus got into a defensive stance, ready to swing his sword. Right as the imp was up on him, Lysimachus sliced the imp as hard as he could. It did no good.
“He’s got to have a weak point..” thought Lysimachus.
He didn’t have long to think; the bored imps were flying at him from both sides. The cleric stayed in the back, watching the fight, doing his best to keep the fighter alive. Lysimachus smiled, as he found the leaders weakness. He thrust his sword into the imp’s right leg, and it stumbled to the ground. Green blood spurted out of the imp’s wound; Lysimachus had struck an artery. The imp slowly died, then disappeared into a cloud of dust. The bored imps noticed their leader’s death, and turned around and fled for the forest. The cleric cheered from the background, and rushed over to examine the loot that the leader had dropped.
Lysimachus collapsed onto the ground, writhing in pain. “Those sneaky imps..poisoned me..”
The cleric wheeled around, and rushed to his side. Frantically trying to heal him, Lysimachus told him not to worry.
“The poison is not very strong. He just caught me off guard, that’s all. Do you have your warp scrolls on hand?”
Relieved, the cleric nodded.
“Okay. I’ve got to go see an old friend.. So, I’ll see you around.”
“You too!” replied the cleric. He disappeared into a puff of smoke as he unraveled the bow holding the scroll together.
Lysimachus got up, and took out a scroll labeled “Roumen”. He untied the knot, and as soon as he did, he felt that familiar sensation of being lifted off of his feet. He immediately touched down in a familiar section of town. Walking across the bridge, he noticed a lone figure sitting on the fountain’s edge.
Lysimachus walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said to him “It’s been a while, Roxas. I heard you had given up, and returned home.”
Roxas got up and said “And I hear you’re still helping children do small tasks around Roumen. I tease, haha. How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been good, Roxas. It’s good to see you again. Here, follow me, let’s take a walk.” The two figures walked off, chatting.
“So what brings you back to Isya, Roxas?” Asked Lysimachus.
“Well, Lysi, I got a letter in the mail the other day. It was from Gibbous.”
Lysimachus stopped. “THE Gibbous? As in.. Our old Guildmaster?”
“Yes, that Gibbous.”
Lysimachus felt his heart flutter for a moment. Gibbous had been sort of a mother to he and Roxas. She taught Roxas how to heal. Her friend, Icariox, had taught Lysimachus how to fight. Icariox had been Lysimachus’ best friend, until he went rogue, and disappeared.
Lysimachus scratched his head. “I hope she doesn’t want us to rejoin her guild… I’m in The Company now. I’ve got a lot of friends there.. I couldn’t possibly leave them.”
Roxas shook his head. “No.. No, not like that. I left too, remember? She gave us the option to quit, and we did. The letter simply said that-"
“Aack!” Roxas crumpled to the ground, dead.
Lysimachus gasped, and knelt down and picked up his fallen friend. He looked around. He realized that the two of them were in the Ancien Elven Woods. They had lost track of where they were going, and walked right into archer territory.
“Help! Help!” shouted Lysimachus. “Is anyone there?!” Suddenly, a large, blunt rock came into contact with Lysimachus’ head, and he was knocked out. A big Greenky picked up Lysimachus, and carried him back to the woods...
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