Post by Cryo Through the Looking Glass on Aug 27, 2016 19:13:37 GMT -5
Whilst Zen's other two partners of crime rushed off, Zen calmly walked over to Herber, who was dusting himself off. Zen gave him a hand up, though it didn't help much as the boy's muscles were still underdeveloped. Still, it was the gesture that counted. 'So where'd you get those maps?' Zen asked curiously. The man fidgeted a bit, seeming uncomfortable.
'I stole them...' His voice trailed off as if he was disappointed in himself. Of course, that was probably because he was. 'At an auction near the Ilusia Kingdom. I had to, you know!' He suddenly shouted the last part. 'Don't go looking down on me from your moral high seat!'
'Whoa whoa whoa! Herber what's up! I'm a pirate dude! And I bet you had a good reason. Zen, shocked by the surprising turn of events, decided to leave it there. He didn't want to agitate the explorer any more. 'Well, we better go if we want to catch those guys up! Zen flashed a grin then ran into the midst of the ruins.
As the boy dashed wildly into the library, he saw Alex, hunched over the map again. 'Hey, what's up? Tunnels, huh. Well, if Mr Treeman over there can talk to trees, they should be able to tell him if their roots reach a tunnel.' The short boy walked over to Eden, who was swinging to and fro off trees. 'Monkey boy, come speak to the trees. Zen cut through the undergrowth in systemic slices, shredding the vines that hung down with his hybrid glove. Like a machete, its jagged edges cut through like a hot knife through butter. As Zen walked deeper into the overgrown half jungle, his vision was more and more obscured, and his glove did less and less for him. Then he tripped, violently, over a thick vine that was so tightly strung that it could've been purposefully put there. That was his last thought before he hurtled into a deep hole. He stuck the gauntlet out into the earthen walls of the trap, which slowed him down to an extent. Twisting around, he attempted to manoeuvre into a position where he could see both up and down.
The top of the tunnel was blocked by some leaves. And the bottom was too dark to see. 'If I could get one hand free...' Zen thought about the bioluminescent mixtures in his satchel. Zen's muscles were getting tired, and he froze for a second, before dropping down uncontrollably.
'I stole them...' His voice trailed off as if he was disappointed in himself. Of course, that was probably because he was. 'At an auction near the Ilusia Kingdom. I had to, you know!' He suddenly shouted the last part. 'Don't go looking down on me from your moral high seat!'
'Whoa whoa whoa! Herber what's up! I'm a pirate dude! And I bet you had a good reason. Zen, shocked by the surprising turn of events, decided to leave it there. He didn't want to agitate the explorer any more. 'Well, we better go if we want to catch those guys up! Zen flashed a grin then ran into the midst of the ruins.
As the boy dashed wildly into the library, he saw Alex, hunched over the map again. 'Hey, what's up? Tunnels, huh. Well, if Mr Treeman over there can talk to trees, they should be able to tell him if their roots reach a tunnel.' The short boy walked over to Eden, who was swinging to and fro off trees. 'Monkey boy, come speak to the trees. Zen cut through the undergrowth in systemic slices, shredding the vines that hung down with his hybrid glove. Like a machete, its jagged edges cut through like a hot knife through butter. As Zen walked deeper into the overgrown half jungle, his vision was more and more obscured, and his glove did less and less for him. Then he tripped, violently, over a thick vine that was so tightly strung that it could've been purposefully put there. That was his last thought before he hurtled into a deep hole. He stuck the gauntlet out into the earthen walls of the trap, which slowed him down to an extent. Twisting around, he attempted to manoeuvre into a position where he could see both up and down.
The top of the tunnel was blocked by some leaves. And the bottom was too dark to see. 'If I could get one hand free...' Zen thought about the bioluminescent mixtures in his satchel. Zen's muscles were getting tired, and he froze for a second, before dropping down uncontrollably.