I'm sorry for being late on posting. I've been pretty busy this week, and my laptop's keyboard has stopped working so I've resorted to using my USB keyboard, which is very troublesome and uncomfortable. I've already written what would be a full part, but it isn't...finished, I guess. It's longer than the other parts, since most of it was talking and describing and whatnot. I really love creating and seeing character interaction; more so than actual action. It's why I love slice of life anime and manga. Anyways, I can't remember what the character limit is on these forums. So I'll probably end up splitting Part 5 into two parts (We need to go deeper) or I might just finish off the bit I'm working on, call it a Part 5, then keep working on the rest which would be Part 6.
I figured that I should at least post a part, even if it might be somewhat boring. I hate to keep you guys waiting, and I figure that posting it will keep me from trying to go back and "fix" things. Thus I will be able to better focus on the next part. Like I said, this part is going to just be character interactions. The next part will contain some action and stealth and pew pew pew! Blooming Part 5 The man before Sweetspot and Jayce rose to his feet. He towered over Jayce and he was nothing but muscle. He seemed to be focused on Jayce, only giving a passing glace to Sweetspot (much to her relief). When he spoke, it was with a deep, gravelly and strong voice. “Jayce. You must leave Aikolon village now.” The words surprised both Jayce and Sweetspot, who fell to her knees and said tiredly “Can't we ressst?” Jayce looked bewildered and confused and a million questions raced through his mind, but he figured “Why?” would answer most of them. The man shook his head. “That's not important. You are to leave now and never come back. Take your Floran with you; she's not wanted here.” Jayce began to protest. “Look, if this is about her, she isn't going to attack us. She's fled from her own kind and she's looking to start over. I think this would be a great place! It's small and there aren't many dangers, and we could always use an extra pair of hands! I'll even keep an eye on her for you.” The main shook his head again, his gaze unrelenting. “No. I've made my decision. You must both leave now. It is not up to debate! Take what you can from your house and leave immediately. I'll be back in a few hours and if you aren't gone by then, things will not be pretty.” And with that, he pushed past them both, casting a glance at Sweetspot (who cowered in fear) and left them without another look back. Jayce sighed heavily and walked into his house and immediately sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands. “Feel free to come in Sweetspot. Close the door too.” Sweetspot did as he said and looked around the house. It was rather small, but that just made it feel cozier. There were little decorations on the walls and knickknacks on shelves. There was a bed in one room, with some round thing with feathers hanging on the wall above it. It seemed like a tribal thing, and Sweetspot found it odd that Jayce had it. She could spot a few wooden chests beneath the bed and was curious what he kept in them, but she knew better than to snoop. Sweetspot turned her attention back to Jayce, who had now gotten up and was in, what she assumed, the kitchen. He seemed to be cooking something and from the smell, she could tell it was meaty. Her stomach growled and she quietly walked up to Jayce. He didn't turn to her though or say anything. Sweetspot didn't know humans very well but she could tell something was wrong. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Were you okay when you left the village you had spent all your life in?” he said rather coldly. Sweetspot looked at the ground, a little hurt. She should've known better. While she doesn't exactly have happy memories of home, it was still her home. Leaving was difficult and she hated the place. And now Jayce was being forced to leave and he definitely seems to like the place. “Hey,” he said, making her look up. He was looking at her. “Sorry. It just hurts, you know? Leaving a place you've spent all your life at.” “I know,” Sweetspot said. “It's my fault. I'm really sssorry.” Jayce shook his head. “No, it's not your fault. Big Chief was waiting for me here; he'd planned to kick me out even without knowledge of you. I just don't know why though.” Sweetspot tilted her head. “Big Chief? I thought you said he is a mayor!” He laughed and started serving whatever he'd been cooking on two plates “Well yeah, he's a mayor technically, but everyone nicknamed him Big Chief at some point early in his life. And ever since then he's asked people to call him that. I don't even know his real name, since I arrived here at some later date than him.” Jayce set the two plates on a small, square table and sat in one of the two chairs, motioning for Sweetspot to join him. “Ssso,” she began as she sat down across from him, “You've got a mayor, who is called Big Chief, but Big Chief is not his real name? People ssstarted calling him Big Chief and he took it as a compliment and even made it his name? Back in my village, Florans called me 'Fungusss-head'. I did not enjoy that and I certainly would not want that as my name. What are we eating anyway?” She looked curiously at the piece of food on the plate set before her. It was certainly meat, but covered in some odd liquid. Jayce couldn't help but laugh and grin. “They didn't call him 'Big Chief' as an insult. They were being friendly and they said it because he was a friend of their's. It's called a nickname. Nicknames are usually shortened versions of one's name or because of something they're known for. Like how Jay is short for Jayce.” “You jusssst made that up because you don't want me to do my weird accent!” He grinned from ear to ear. “Saw through it that quickly, eh? I don't mind it so much but it does make conversation a little longer. Oh and we're eating...well...It's just cooked meat from one of the animals. 'Steak' I guess you could call it. The sauce is as close to barbeque sauce as it's going to get.” The only thing Sweetspot got out of that was that Jayce finds her accent somewhat annoying...and that they are about to eat meat. Without hesitation, she started eating the meat ravenously, eating it all in less than a minute. Jayce blinked, watching her. “Uh...wow. That hungry?” Sweetspot nodded, eying his piece. He chuckled and handed it to her and she thanked him, before eating that just as quickly. “That was deliciousss!” she said, obviously pleased. “I had no idea humans ate sssuch good food!” He nodded in return. “I'm sure all the races have good food.” Jayce stood up and walked over to a closet, pulling out some clothes and throwing them to Sweetspot. “Go ahead and get changed. I'm going to be outside, getting some stuff ready for our travels. Feel free to nap on my bed; I'll wake you up before we leave.” Sweetspot watched as he took off the bandage on his arm (having forget she bit him) and spray something onto the wound and bandaging it again. He nodded to her as he walked by and left the house, closing the door behind him. Alone, Sweetspot quickly dressed herself with the clothes provided (forgoing the socks and shoes) and lay down on the bed. Thoughts started to race through her mind but before she could grab any one thing to concentrate on, she fell asleep. And to Commander Benny: My avatar is a picture of Thresh the Chain Warden from the game League of Legends. He's one of my favorite characters, excelling in design, personality, and playstyle/kit. (Not to mention his login theme is pretty BA and his voice is quite sexy.)
I was going to say something longer, but since I just came back from Poland and caught some Polish fever germs I'm just going to say good work and that I'll be looking forward to the next part.
Aw, can't wait for the next post. I guess you're taking a rest just like? Taking time off helps to refresh a story, especially when work and play can get in the way, or rather this can get in the way of work and play, which I'll admit has before.
