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concoursec2013-10-15 05:22 pm
wrmods) wrote in concoursec2013-10-15 05:22 pm
Time Compression Stories (2)
Characters: Tarrie and Brun, Galbadian students
Location: The Tomb of the Unknown King
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Finished.
Summary: ...time compression...
Whoever came up with the idea of 'Tomb running', Bran thought as he gripped the wheel of the car and tried to look confident, was a total jackass! Maybe it did impress girls (he glanced reflexively over at Tarrie), but only at the risk of his freaking life!
"Vrain got all the way in to a river in there, he says," Tarrie said, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil as she bounced in the seat. "There was a monster, but he gave it the slip!"
Sure, gave it the slip. Frankly, Brun didn't believe Vrain's story for a second -- no one had gone in there with him, after all. The guy probably just ducked into a corner, cowered for half an hour, then came out. Which frankly was a good idea, except Vrain didn't have a freaking bubbly girlfriend who'd probably poke her head in and see him cowering there.
Sometimes, dating a cheerleader wasn't... he glanced down to her legs, repented of his thoughts, then turned back to the drive with grim fatality. If he had to go as deep into the Tomb of the Unknown King as he could to prove his general manliness, then into the Tomb he would go. But he sure wasn't going to like it.
In the distance, over the gentle rolling foothills of the Galbadian fields, a large metal protrusion rose over one of the distant hills. "Hey!" Tarrie said before he could even open his mouth. "What're they building out here? I haven't heard of anything!"
Brun had no idea why he would know, but then again, Tarrie didn't have much of a strong inner monologue, so the question probably didn't need an answer anyway. He considered veering off to see what the strange construction was -- then realized that he didn't have to. The road to the Tomb led straight towards it. "Well that's ominous."
As they crested the hill at last, Brun stopped the car. Not out of any sense of danger, but out of sheer incredulity. The two of them got out to stare.
Steel rails wound in tight curves and loops around the Tomb of the Unknown King, painted in brilliant primary colors. An empty rail surged around the rails at speeds nauseating to watch, rattling up a large hill before plummeting down an absurdly steep hill. A huge banner across the Tomb's front proclaimed this monstrosity to be "STEEL DEATH 3000".
After a very long minute of silence broken only by the hiss of air over the rail car and the clatter of its wheels on the tracks, Tarrie stamped her foot and pouted prettily. "Well, now it isn't very scary at all!"
Location: The Tomb of the Unknown King
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Finished.
Summary: ...time compression...
Whoever came up with the idea of 'Tomb running', Bran thought as he gripped the wheel of the car and tried to look confident, was a total jackass! Maybe it did impress girls (he glanced reflexively over at Tarrie), but only at the risk of his freaking life!
"Vrain got all the way in to a river in there, he says," Tarrie said, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil as she bounced in the seat. "There was a monster, but he gave it the slip!"
Sure, gave it the slip. Frankly, Brun didn't believe Vrain's story for a second -- no one had gone in there with him, after all. The guy probably just ducked into a corner, cowered for half an hour, then came out. Which frankly was a good idea, except Vrain didn't have a freaking bubbly girlfriend who'd probably poke her head in and see him cowering there.
Sometimes, dating a cheerleader wasn't... he glanced down to her legs, repented of his thoughts, then turned back to the drive with grim fatality. If he had to go as deep into the Tomb of the Unknown King as he could to prove his general manliness, then into the Tomb he would go. But he sure wasn't going to like it.
In the distance, over the gentle rolling foothills of the Galbadian fields, a large metal protrusion rose over one of the distant hills. "Hey!" Tarrie said before he could even open his mouth. "What're they building out here? I haven't heard of anything!"
Brun had no idea why he would know, but then again, Tarrie didn't have much of a strong inner monologue, so the question probably didn't need an answer anyway. He considered veering off to see what the strange construction was -- then realized that he didn't have to. The road to the Tomb led straight towards it. "Well that's ominous."
As they crested the hill at last, Brun stopped the car. Not out of any sense of danger, but out of sheer incredulity. The two of them got out to stare.
Steel rails wound in tight curves and loops around the Tomb of the Unknown King, painted in brilliant primary colors. An empty rail surged around the rails at speeds nauseating to watch, rattling up a large hill before plummeting down an absurdly steep hill. A huge banner across the Tomb's front proclaimed this monstrosity to be "STEEL DEATH 3000".
After a very long minute of silence broken only by the hiss of air over the rail car and the clatter of its wheels on the tracks, Tarrie stamped her foot and pouted prettily. "Well, now it isn't very scary at all!"