Post by Erios Kloorjj on Jun 12, 2012 22:12:07 GMT -8
(Alternatively: the case of the missing landmark)
“Could I just get a glass of water, and maybe turn the lights up a little?”
“I can do you for the first.”
“Fair enough.”
Erios glanced around the smokey bar and looked back down to his drink. A few hours earlier the rancid mess next to him would have been a hard working sewage management technician. Two hours and 17 credits had subjugated him to the equivalence of the sludge he managed three hours prior. Nevertheless Erios thought no harm in stricking up a conversation, however one sided.
“So come here often?”
“Nhhhhhh.”
“Ah, a regular. Fancy that. I’m new in town – well not really. I’ve been here for a while.”
“Nhhhh...”
“Oh just three thousand years, I’m a Neti. Bet you’ve never seen one of me!”
“Nhhhhg.”
“I used to be the large tree in central park, the really big one. I’ve been there for bout three thousand years. If you go by there you might see them cleaning off the mess I made during my transformation.”
“nffffffsshhhh.”
“Why’d I decide to wait till now to awaken from my slumber? Well -”
“Just leave him be, I’m sick of hearing him grumble, and I’m sick of yer accent. What ‘re you anyways?”
“Well I’m part of a highly adaptive and -”
“I don’t need your life story outsider, what are you?”
“A Neti.”
“Huh, thought you died out. Well anyways finish yer drink and be off, Claronph here doed’nt mind you, but the regulars haven’t taken a liking to yer.”
Erios took his last sip and pulled his cloak over his head. The streets he now walked weren’t anything like the street near the park, these streets were foul with crime and pollution. Every corner he turned he grew ever sicker of the scenery.
“Could I just get a glass of water, and maybe turn the lights up a little?”
“I can do you for the first.”
“Fair enough.”
Erios glanced around the smokey bar and looked back down to his drink. A few hours earlier the rancid mess next to him would have been a hard working sewage management technician. Two hours and 17 credits had subjugated him to the equivalence of the sludge he managed three hours prior. Nevertheless Erios thought no harm in stricking up a conversation, however one sided.
“So come here often?”
“Nhhhhhh.”
“Ah, a regular. Fancy that. I’m new in town – well not really. I’ve been here for a while.”
“Nhhhh...”
“Oh just three thousand years, I’m a Neti. Bet you’ve never seen one of me!”
“Nhhhhg.”
“I used to be the large tree in central park, the really big one. I’ve been there for bout three thousand years. If you go by there you might see them cleaning off the mess I made during my transformation.”
“nffffffsshhhh.”
“Why’d I decide to wait till now to awaken from my slumber? Well -”
“Just leave him be, I’m sick of hearing him grumble, and I’m sick of yer accent. What ‘re you anyways?”
“Well I’m part of a highly adaptive and -”
“I don’t need your life story outsider, what are you?”
“A Neti.”
“Huh, thought you died out. Well anyways finish yer drink and be off, Claronph here doed’nt mind you, but the regulars haven’t taken a liking to yer.”
Erios took his last sip and pulled his cloak over his head. The streets he now walked weren’t anything like the street near the park, these streets were foul with crime and pollution. Every corner he turned he grew ever sicker of the scenery.