Sceldrant's Comet

by Michael Rogers

  Rachael: *She placed her hand on Luna's arm.* "Maybe he's right.. We don't know what kind of fighters the archers are here-"

  Kane: "Well, if you don't want them, I could easily sell them to the few other archers that are participating in the Agoura Marbles?"

  Luna: "Others?"

  Kane: "Yeah, and they'll have these ice exploding arrows."

  Luna: "Ice explodin' arrows? Pssht, fine, I'm sold." *She grunted in a defeated-like manner.*

  Destiny: "Yeu.."

  Kane: "Alright!" *He clapped his hands and rubbed them in a greedy-like manner, moving closer to the register.*

  Luna: (Ice explodin' arrows..) *She picked up the arrows from the counter and inspected them in a curious-like manner.*

  Rachael: "Wait, we also need clothes."

  Kane: "You can purchase material based equipment next door." *He smiled.*

  Rachael: "That's rather odd?"

  Luna: "Nah, in games, you've got the Inn, mart, then a second mart for inventory shit and a special clothes section thingy."

  Rachael: "... Hey?" *She pulled an awkward smile.*

  Karol: (In gaimez?) *He looked up to Luna, adjusting the laces to his boots.*

  Luna: "Oh!" *She snapped her fingers in realisation, failing to notice Rachael's confusion.* "And the craftin' area-"

  Kane: "Yes, the workshop is further down the centre." *He pointed to his right in agreement.*

  Luna: "Aha, see. Nerd's heaven, right here." *She sniffed her finger and pretended to be cool.*

  Rachael: "Rightio." *She spoke in confusion but understanding.*

  Kane: "So, the Mythril sword, specialised gauntlets and boots, with a full battle's worth of elemental arrows, that comes to a total of-"

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  Lezard: "Lezard, Twortz and Trevour walked up the mystical stairs of hope, in order to find the entertainment section-"

  Twortz: "Don't make me regret going with you."

  Trevour: "..." *He silently observed the way Twortz and Lezard interacted with each other.*

  Lezard: "Well-" *He quickly walked around a cloud of steam, as a Middle Eastern looking man cooked steaks on a floating cooking board.*

  Twortz: "We are to focus directly on the task at hand and meet up with the others."

  Trevour: "That is a good mind frame to have."

  Lezard: "Two boring people, sad face-"

  Twortz: "Excuse me?"

  Trevour: "Boring?"

  Lezard: "I mean, why aren't we there yet? Mad face?" *He sarcastically spoke in fear and walked to the top of the stairs, noticing a large wooden bridge.*

  Twortz: "We're a storey above the castle, where do we have to go?"

  Lezard: "Well, we should be there soon." *He hobbled across the bridge, instantly noticing the change of tone in his footsteps.*

  Trevour: "That doesn't actually answer her question, sir?"

  Lezard: "Why can't we explore the city a little-?"

  Twortz: "Work before leisure." *She followed Lezard and waddled off the bridge, noticing different coloured tiles on the ground.* "Oh?"

  Trevour: "What a contrast choice of colours?"

  Twortz: "This city gave a feeling of seriousness.. These tiles do not fit the city's image."

  Lezard: "Right you are, my hungry lady! This is the third section of the city-"

  Trevour: "Are you hungry, Twortz-?"

  Twortz: "No." *She glared at Lezard, while keeping her professional-like posture.*

  Lezard: "I've always liked the third level of the city." *He giggled and listened to a faint beat to a dance song, causing him to wiggle his bottom to each side.*

  Twortz: "That.. Sounds like a club?"

  Trevour: "A klub?" *He followed Lezard to an expansion of alleyways which lead towards large buildings.*

  Twortz: (This place continues to get larger the more you explore it-)

  Trevour: *He noticed a two storey wooden building, watching four flags flap from five pillars in front of it.* "What is that?"

  Lezard: "I believe that's The Guild's Silver Tavern-"

  Twortz: *She shook her head and looked down an alley, noticing a graffiti covered door at the end of it.* (The music is coming from there-)

  Trevour: *He observed the tavern, stroking his chin in thought.* "There's nothing silver about that tavern?"

  Lezard: *He giggled and walked in between two buildings.* "Sounds like a plot twist waiting to happen, bwarharh."

  Twortz: "Stop talking, keep walking."

  Trevour: "I believe we could benefit from learning more about this city's culture as we make our way to the destination, Twortz."

  Twortz: *She sighed in agreement.* "... Carry on."

  Lezard: "Thankies, Trevvy."

  Trevour: "Trevour."

  Twortz: "..."

  Lezard: *He hobbled up to a set of massive grey stairs.* "Wowza, looks like these reach the top of the buildings."

  Twortz: *She looked up, slowly shaking her head in disapproval.* "No.." (Look how high those stairs reach..)

  Lezard: "Jinkies.. Another adventure-" *He jumped on the first stair in excitement.*

  Trevour: *He observed the area around the stairs and noticed a small navy box with red glyphic symbols on it.* "This looks like an active Rosterology console."

  Twortz: "Excuse me?"

  Lezard: *He turned around, clapping his hands with a growing smile.* "Ooo, good eye, Trevourmotto!"

  Twortz: *She waddled closer to the box, observing it in a curious-like manner.* "What do those glyphs mean?"

  Trevour: "See how it's circular shaped? Ignoring the design itself, it is Astragon orientated-" *He mumbled the last words with a lack of concentration, as he opened his hand on the box.*

  Twortz: "Allow me to do so-" *She waddled past Trevour and placed her hand on the box, causing the red glyph to shine.*

  Lezard: "Ooo?!" *He rocked slightly forward, as the entire staircase started to move.* "Splendid!"

  Twortz: *She watched the stairs move, causing her to smile.* (Like an escalator.)

  Trevour: "If you're from a world without Rostical, how do you excel in it so well?"

  Twortz: "Because I put in the work to obtain my results." *She spoke with an emotionless face and waddled up to the stairs, allowing them to take her up.*

  Trevour: "I see.." *He mumbled to himself and hobbled up to the stairs.*

  Lezard: *He looked up towards the end of the staircase, noticing bright light.* "How exciting. It's like these stairs travel up towards the sky itself."

  Twortz: "What ludicrous."

  Trevour: *He looked at Lezard while adjusting his shoulder plates.* "Could you please break down the third level for us?"

  Lezard: "Indeed, little one."

  Trevour and Twortz: "..."

  Lezard: "It's split into four areas. The entertainment section, where we heard those delicious tunes."

  Twortz: "Next?"

  Lezard: "The Guild's Silver Tavern."

  Twortz: "And then?"

  Lezard: "The Entarlia Dome."

  Twortz: "What is that?"

  Lezard: "A specialised dome, created by the infamous Dawn. It specialises in focusing Astragons from any of the warriors signed up to the program."

  Twortz: "And?" *She sounded as if she didn't care about the trivial facts.*

  Lezard: "It allows people to fight Astral copies of the warriors."

  Trevour: "That could serve excellent practice!"

  Twortz: "Yes. Yes it would.."

  Lezard: "Travellers usually dub it, the entertainment dome.."

  Twortz: "Moving on?"

  Lezard: "Then you have The Black Trade."

  Twortz: "And what is that?"

  Lezard: *Light slowly shined on the stairs and on to his face, as he almost appeared on the top of the stairs.* "It's the currency centre. A place to trade, sell, receive money from a guild's quest."

  Twortz: "I understand."

  Trevour: "And lastly, sir?"

  Lezard: "The Hall of Oats." *He giggled
, as he stepped off the stairs.*

  Twortz: *She waddled next to Lezard and looked up, staring at the inside of an enormous white mansion.* "How did we get inside?"

  Trevour: *He spun around, observing the mansion's oat-like walls.* "We are inside, aren't we?"

  Lezard: "We passed through a Spacial Funnel."

  Twortz: "Where exactly are we?"

  Lezard: *He pointed forward, across a massive clean hallway.* "Several delicious guards dressed in blue and white imperial armour stood in front of an enormous white desk."

  Trevour: "They're still signing people up. We made it in time."

  Lezard: "Yes, but-..." *He looked behind him, noticing an enormous line.* "We've got some waiting to do."

  Twortz: "Let's join the line." *She spoke in a stern voice and waddled towards the massive line of people.*

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  Kane: *He watched Rachael, Luna, Nathan and Karol leave his garage-like store with a greedy smile.* "Please come back soon! Tell your friends! Kane Swerdna, he's your man!"

  Nathan: *He wrapped the long silver sword behind his back, causing him to smirk in satisfaction.* "We got really lucky."

  Luna: "These arrows better work, aye."

  Destiny: "Yeup."

  Rachael: *She formed fists, punching the air in front of her.* "These feel pretty good."

  Karol: "He was actually vewy nice! Nee hee." *He giggled and purposely walked with a spring in his step, causing his boots to make squishy-like sounds.*

  Nathan: "Next door you should be able to get your clothes-" *He walked into an old fashioned second-hand store with several mannequins displaying different type of clothes.*

  Kane: "Welcome!" *He giggled in a girl's voice, flicking a strand of long red hair from an obvious wig on his head.*

  Luna: "Ah, say wat?" *She hissed in disgust, glaring at Kane in a freaked out manner.*

  Rachael: "Kane?"

  Nathan: "Huh? As in the guy that just served us?"

  Kane: "Kane? Nah nah nah-" *He/She spoke in a fake Asian accent.* "My name Simone!"

  Karol: "Symoan?"

  Kane: "Yah yah! I heard fwon my bwover, yooh whant sum clothes?"

  Nathan: "Wow." *He spread his arms and rolled his eyes, queuing himself to leave.* "I'll wait outside."

  Luna: (Such a typical dick-) *She grunted in thought, watching Nathan leave the store, causing a stereotypical store-like bell to ring.*

  Karol: "Nafan?"

  Kane: "Yooh liek, yooh liek?" *He/She pointed at several mannequins, causing Rachael to walk towards them.*

  Rachael: "They're all brown.."

  Luna: "Pssht, doesn't bother me, aye." *She grunted, staring at the mannequins from a black and white sketch-like perspective.*

  Kane: "I can make deal, yah yah?" *He/She flicked the wig hair out of his/her face.*

  Rachael: "Is there a change room?"

  Kane: "Owh, noh noh, one saize fits all, yah yah!"

  Luna: "Rachael?" *She grunted, as if it was Rachael's decision.*

  Rachael: "Alright, we'll take three."

  Kane: "Free? Noh noh, yooh must paiy monies!"

  Rachael: "No, as in three." *She raised three fingers.*

  Kane: "That manys? But there tooh of yooh, unless-" *He/She stood on his/her toes, looking at Karol from behind the counter.* "He wear she clothes, yah yah?"

  Rachael: "We have another-"

  Kane: *He/She shook his/her head.* "Nah nah, she come get it herself, yah yah?"

  Luna: "Aha-" *She chuckled at Kane and quickly looked away, pretending she didn't laugh.*

  Rachael: "Just two then please." *She kept a straight face.*

  Kane: "Me go organise nhow, yah yah." *He/She started to wrap up two generic clothes in paper-like material.*

  Luna: *She walked next to Rachael and stood at the counter.* "So.."

  Rachael: "Don't say a word."

  Luna: *She smirked and watched Kane hand Rachael the bags.* "I didn't say anythin', aye."

  Karol: *He continued to stare at Kane.* "Aren't you Kayne?"

  Kane: "Me? Noh noh!" *He/She enthusiastically shook his/her head.*

  Karol: "Why are you speeking like that?" *He tilted his head, talking with an innocent mind frame.*

  Kane: "Fank yooh! Come again, yah yah!" *He/She giggled with his/her eyes closed, as if he/she was waiting for Rachael and Luna to leave.*

  Karol: "And why do you talk like that? I've nevarh heard that accel before."

  Rachael: "Accent."

  Karol: "Ackscent!" *He spoke in a proud-like manner.*

  Kane: "Thank you, come again." *He/She unintentionally spoke in a different accent.*

  Luna: "Wait a minute? That was Indian?"

  Destiny: "Yeup?" *She tilted her head to one side in curiosity.*

  Kane: "Fank yooh!"

  Rachael: *She wrapped her arms around Luna and Karol before walking out the store.*

  Kane: "Preasure doing business with yooh, yah yah!"

  Nathan: (Preasure?) *He turned around, noticing Rachael, Luna, Karol and Destiny walk out of the store.* "You got the stuff?" *He spoke in a deep voice, placing his hands on his head.*

  Luna: "Ahahaha, wat the bloody hell was all the about, aye?!"

  Rachael: "Luna?"

  Karol: "Hell?"

  Luna: "Was it some freaky assed cross-dresser or a blatant racist? Ahahaha!"

  Rachael: "Let's meet up with the others."

  Nathan: "What's so funny?"

  Luna: "More like-" *She glanced at Rachael.* "Why ain't you laughin'?"

  Rachael: "I'm not sure if he did it purposely, but I didn't laugh out of respect."

  Nathan: "Respect?"

  Rachael: *She nodded her head and started to walk back down to the entrance.* "If he was being obvious or not, it would've been disrespectful to laugh in his face."