Emicas, Time to rumble!
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Emicas, Time to rumble!
Get out here, n00b.
Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ~Windows, in Haiku format
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The Emerald Ingot
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A New Challenger Approaches!
It could not have been a better day. Perfect weather, light breeze, the sun shining high in the sky, with only a token force of clouds lazily drifting across the heavens. The wide sidewalks were packed with commuters going to or from work, walking complacently in line. The traffic was packed, almost completely at a standstill, save for when the light at the next intersection is green. All in all, it was a typical rush hour scene in the bustling city.
Crouched on a streetlight, the light brown, almost sandy colored, hair waved in greeting to the gentle caress of the wind. Blue eyes sparkled with delight at the new and strange sights, soaking in everything they see. Ears twitched at the cacophony of the busy city. The man was slightly swaying to music that, it seems, only he could hear. Quite out of place, a childish look of delight and curiosity adorned his rather adrogynous face, like a child regarding a new toy on Christmas Day, wondering what kind of adventures he will put it through.
A deliciously innocent laughter rang through the air, despite the noise of the travellers below. Few turned to see him, and those that did couldn't seem to focus on the source of the sound and soon gave up.
Gently, the man fell, or more appropriately, floated, down to the rushing traffic below. Gently, he landed on the roof of a yellow cab, shifting his feet to stay in balance on the rapidly moving vehicle.
"Only the yellow ones, then!" he shouted to the world, hop-skipping from roof to roof of each yellow cab, laughing with the pure innocent delight that only a child (or one new to such things) could produce. Despite the speed of the traffic and the strength and distance of his leaps, he landed with little more than a gentle tap from one car to the next, seemingly dancing across the busy roadway. Finally, when the traffic stopped, he serenely landed on the roof of a news van, cross legged, and whispered to the winds, "I'm waiting for you, time travellor. Hurry up, it's time to play!"
His voice, merely a whisper, carried across the winds to lands unknown, to find the ear of his opponent. The man, Emicas, couldn't help but smile. Maybe soon he wouldn't be quite so bored.
It could not have been a better day. Perfect weather, light breeze, the sun shining high in the sky, with only a token force of clouds lazily drifting across the heavens. The wide sidewalks were packed with commuters going to or from work, walking complacently in line. The traffic was packed, almost completely at a standstill, save for when the light at the next intersection is green. All in all, it was a typical rush hour scene in the bustling city.
Crouched on a streetlight, the light brown, almost sandy colored, hair waved in greeting to the gentle caress of the wind. Blue eyes sparkled with delight at the new and strange sights, soaking in everything they see. Ears twitched at the cacophony of the busy city. The man was slightly swaying to music that, it seems, only he could hear. Quite out of place, a childish look of delight and curiosity adorned his rather adrogynous face, like a child regarding a new toy on Christmas Day, wondering what kind of adventures he will put it through.
A deliciously innocent laughter rang through the air, despite the noise of the travellers below. Few turned to see him, and those that did couldn't seem to focus on the source of the sound and soon gave up.
Gently, the man fell, or more appropriately, floated, down to the rushing traffic below. Gently, he landed on the roof of a yellow cab, shifting his feet to stay in balance on the rapidly moving vehicle.
"Only the yellow ones, then!" he shouted to the world, hop-skipping from roof to roof of each yellow cab, laughing with the pure innocent delight that only a child (or one new to such things) could produce. Despite the speed of the traffic and the strength and distance of his leaps, he landed with little more than a gentle tap from one car to the next, seemingly dancing across the busy roadway. Finally, when the traffic stopped, he serenely landed on the roof of a news van, cross legged, and whispered to the winds, "I'm waiting for you, time travellor. Hurry up, it's time to play!"
His voice, merely a whisper, carried across the winds to lands unknown, to find the ear of his opponent. The man, Emicas, couldn't help but smile. Maybe soon he wouldn't be quite so bored.