05-31-2020, 04:46 PM
It was like his fingers were slick with oil or lube, unable to find any grip or way to slip in between the mist thing and Ivan. Fuck, but this was ridiculous. He amped up his power and tried again, trying to make the flows smaller but it seemed there was no gap between the two.
Poor bastard, he thought as he looked around for the Lady. Yeah, she was in a bitchy mood tonight. Not that he had a right to complain. Not really, he told himself. Just a game, Mik. Don't get hung up on it all. It's just a... Bah! Games at least gave you a fighting chance. Sometimes. Movement caught his eye.
Great. Just fucking great! There was another one. His weaves lessened as he cast about in his mind. The mist shifted and billowed slowly as it floated about the pavilion. That was odd. The other one had jumped on Ivan like one of the street urchins did to the candy bars he'd held out to them. Time seemed to stretch for a moment. It was usually about now that he saw the Lady peek out behind the veil, wink at him, and shrug, telling him it was his move. Where was she? He scratched the back of his neck even as another showed itself.
He gulped, feeling fear heavy like lead drop in his stomach. From what Ivan was going through, this was gonna suck. Like a bag of dicks, it was gonna suck. And yet strangely, he started to laugh. Is this how he went out? Well fuck that noise. And fuck that bitch too. He wasn't gonna go out on his knees. Fuck no. Bring it on.
He thought he heard laughter...and a moment later a roar. His face split in a mother fucking grin. Goddamn right!!! Fucking Ryker! Yeah, he liked that guy. The two in the air were drifting about slowly. And then suddenly, a tendril of....whatever-the-fuck-it-was lashed out at the other. The fuck? The other responded. What the hell was he seeing?
They moved about each other like fat lazy cats, paws suddenly striking out. What it did, he had no fucking clue. Clouds were clouds. He never saw a cloud cat fight.
He pulled in as much power as he could and wove, remembering what Ryker said. Fire was his game, but that worked into this. Water and air flowed from him to the creatures and a stream of heat flowed back to him which he sent into the ground. Easy peasy. Little bastards billowed and he coulda swore the clouds grew faces for a moment, both looking at him.
He grinned defiantly. "Come on fuckers!!! You wanna play?" He increased the flow and the heat flowing through him into the ground made him feel giddy. Well, that and the power. And maybe the not-dying tonight part. There was a lot more fun to be had in life yet. And fuck but this was fun. The things seemed to fall slowly to the ground, snowflakes of...whatever the hell they were.
And no, he wasn't imagining it. He saw faces now. Twisted and angry and purple or grey. Phantom limbs tried to run at him but could only move like they were in water. The heat flowed from them to him and they firmed up now, solid, black ice and grey blue, mouths open to reveal a furnace behind them, though it seemed to be shrinking.
Yeah, he knew what to do. A bat of air formed in front of him and he swung with all his strength, idly wondering if their heads would shatter like glass or would feel like hitting a melon.
Glass. Very cool. Lifeless- headless- corpses fell to the ground, smokey tendrils coming off them. He turn, readying his weave for the one on Ivan's sweet ass. Yeah, he definitely saw a face there in the mist, mouth open. He got the impression it was looking past him to the ground of its buddies. It darted- well, stumbled more like it- into the air. Good to know. Fuckers got all fat and lazy when they decided to jump on people.
Ivan fell forward, face planting into the ground.
He looked around at the shambles that had been the big party. Emptied out like the cops had been called. He walked over to Ivan and tried to roll him over. Fucking tank, he had to heave him onto his back. Bags under his eyes said that he was down for the next few hours. Guess he'd have to wait for that kiss. He breathed though.
Mik looked up into the sky, only a few stars visible what with all the lights and what not.
And he felt the smile and the wink of green.
And he couldn't help himself. He laughed and laughed, until his body shook and tears rolled.
The Lady was a fucking queen. And she knew how to show a guy a good time.
Poor bastard, he thought as he looked around for the Lady. Yeah, she was in a bitchy mood tonight. Not that he had a right to complain. Not really, he told himself. Just a game, Mik. Don't get hung up on it all. It's just a... Bah! Games at least gave you a fighting chance. Sometimes. Movement caught his eye.
Great. Just fucking great! There was another one. His weaves lessened as he cast about in his mind. The mist shifted and billowed slowly as it floated about the pavilion. That was odd. The other one had jumped on Ivan like one of the street urchins did to the candy bars he'd held out to them. Time seemed to stretch for a moment. It was usually about now that he saw the Lady peek out behind the veil, wink at him, and shrug, telling him it was his move. Where was she? He scratched the back of his neck even as another showed itself.
He gulped, feeling fear heavy like lead drop in his stomach. From what Ivan was going through, this was gonna suck. Like a bag of dicks, it was gonna suck. And yet strangely, he started to laugh. Is this how he went out? Well fuck that noise. And fuck that bitch too. He wasn't gonna go out on his knees. Fuck no. Bring it on.
He thought he heard laughter...and a moment later a roar. His face split in a mother fucking grin. Goddamn right!!! Fucking Ryker! Yeah, he liked that guy. The two in the air were drifting about slowly. And then suddenly, a tendril of....whatever-the-fuck-it-was lashed out at the other. The fuck? The other responded. What the hell was he seeing?
They moved about each other like fat lazy cats, paws suddenly striking out. What it did, he had no fucking clue. Clouds were clouds. He never saw a cloud cat fight.
He pulled in as much power as he could and wove, remembering what Ryker said. Fire was his game, but that worked into this. Water and air flowed from him to the creatures and a stream of heat flowed back to him which he sent into the ground. Easy peasy. Little bastards billowed and he coulda swore the clouds grew faces for a moment, both looking at him.
He grinned defiantly. "Come on fuckers!!! You wanna play?" He increased the flow and the heat flowing through him into the ground made him feel giddy. Well, that and the power. And maybe the not-dying tonight part. There was a lot more fun to be had in life yet. And fuck but this was fun. The things seemed to fall slowly to the ground, snowflakes of...whatever the hell they were.
And no, he wasn't imagining it. He saw faces now. Twisted and angry and purple or grey. Phantom limbs tried to run at him but could only move like they were in water. The heat flowed from them to him and they firmed up now, solid, black ice and grey blue, mouths open to reveal a furnace behind them, though it seemed to be shrinking.
Yeah, he knew what to do. A bat of air formed in front of him and he swung with all his strength, idly wondering if their heads would shatter like glass or would feel like hitting a melon.
Glass. Very cool. Lifeless- headless- corpses fell to the ground, smokey tendrils coming off them. He turn, readying his weave for the one on Ivan's sweet ass. Yeah, he definitely saw a face there in the mist, mouth open. He got the impression it was looking past him to the ground of its buddies. It darted- well, stumbled more like it- into the air. Good to know. Fuckers got all fat and lazy when they decided to jump on people.
Ivan fell forward, face planting into the ground.
He looked around at the shambles that had been the big party. Emptied out like the cops had been called. He walked over to Ivan and tried to roll him over. Fucking tank, he had to heave him onto his back. Bags under his eyes said that he was down for the next few hours. Guess he'd have to wait for that kiss. He breathed though.
Mik looked up into the sky, only a few stars visible what with all the lights and what not.
And he felt the smile and the wink of green.
And he couldn't help himself. He laughed and laughed, until his body shook and tears rolled.
The Lady was a fucking queen. And she knew how to show a guy a good time.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods