05-24-2007, 09:00 PM
Like a wounded animal, Licorice fled the scene, shuffling his feet and stumbling over himself in order to escape as quickly as possible. The inner cowardice lying dormant had personified into a solid entity; one whom Spice detested. Suddenly, something sparked within the Makyo, and his arguable rationality had returned, nearly forcing Spice off of his feet as he awoke to himself running through a barren field.
?Huh? Where?am I? The last thing I remember is fighting some weird alien,? he thought to himself, coming to a complete stop and checking to make sure he was still in one piece. Luckily he remained unscathed, but was still peeved at the fact that his previous adversary now thought of him as a pansy.
?Licorice, you fucking moron, you should have let me continue the fight. Now that flat-nosed freak thinks I?m a pussy.? A sinister voice bellowed as Spice?s expression curled into a vicious snarl. With tensed muscles and dilated pupils, Mace grabbed a stone and shattered it over his head.
?Agh!! Mace! How could you be so crude? Licorice was just doing what he thought best, given the situation. That really hurt?? Ginseng interjected with tears swelling in his eyes. He must of taken the brunt of the mashing stone. A mammoth knot formed near his temple soon after.
?Shut up! All of you get out of my head!? Spice roared as he massaged the throbbing bump on his skull. The device placed securely over his left eye flickered to life once again; the same arrow pointing north blinked in repetition. The Makyo knew not of the object?s purpose, but he followed it regardless. Whatever it was, it was valuable; just like the new Kevlar vest he donned stylishly over his garments.
Snap!
His pointed ear twitched when a small twig cracked behind him. Spinning around with haste, the cyan soldier?s eyes broadened as he realized he just almost blew an elder merchant to smithereens. The poor woman seemed quite pleasant and cheery; however age appeared to have gotten the best of her.
?Hey there sonny, would you be so kind as to help out an old woman and purchase some items?? the kind hag requested, gripping a small strap with her wrinkly hands and removing a rather large bag from her arched back. Her strength was not what it used to be, which became apparent as the pack slipped out of her grasp and spilling out with three packs of Ramon and a bundle of juice boxes.
Instantly, the Makyo?s eyes narrowed and keyed in on the products while his tongue slipped out once again. Like a panting dog waiting for the dinner call, Licorice pounced onto the pile and began scarfing down. Food particles flung in every direction as the cyan glutton devoured every morsel. The old woman squealed and fell over onto her rear; she couldn?t believe the audacity of this fellow. With one large gulp, his gorge was finally complete, and the makyo stood to his feet.
?Ahh, that hit the spo?blah!? A voice interrupted, placing a hand to his abdomen and one over his mouth, preventing from vomiting everywhere. His stomach twisted and churned as it nearly overflowed from the brim. Fortunately, Spice managed to keep the gruesome eruption at bay.
?Licorice, why did you have to eat so much, Gah!? snapped Spice with obvious displeasure. The milky-haired brute reached into a small bag and flicked a coin at the elder woman, landing just beside her. She remained rather speechless and regretful of engaging the psychotic combatant. However, even though embarrassed and somewhat queasy, Spice was satisfied; considering he hadn?t eaten all day.
?Licorice.?
?Yeah??
?I hate you??
?Huh? Where?am I? The last thing I remember is fighting some weird alien,? he thought to himself, coming to a complete stop and checking to make sure he was still in one piece. Luckily he remained unscathed, but was still peeved at the fact that his previous adversary now thought of him as a pansy.
?Licorice, you fucking moron, you should have let me continue the fight. Now that flat-nosed freak thinks I?m a pussy.? A sinister voice bellowed as Spice?s expression curled into a vicious snarl. With tensed muscles and dilated pupils, Mace grabbed a stone and shattered it over his head.
?Agh!! Mace! How could you be so crude? Licorice was just doing what he thought best, given the situation. That really hurt?? Ginseng interjected with tears swelling in his eyes. He must of taken the brunt of the mashing stone. A mammoth knot formed near his temple soon after.
?Shut up! All of you get out of my head!? Spice roared as he massaged the throbbing bump on his skull. The device placed securely over his left eye flickered to life once again; the same arrow pointing north blinked in repetition. The Makyo knew not of the object?s purpose, but he followed it regardless. Whatever it was, it was valuable; just like the new Kevlar vest he donned stylishly over his garments.
Snap!
His pointed ear twitched when a small twig cracked behind him. Spinning around with haste, the cyan soldier?s eyes broadened as he realized he just almost blew an elder merchant to smithereens. The poor woman seemed quite pleasant and cheery; however age appeared to have gotten the best of her.
?Hey there sonny, would you be so kind as to help out an old woman and purchase some items?? the kind hag requested, gripping a small strap with her wrinkly hands and removing a rather large bag from her arched back. Her strength was not what it used to be, which became apparent as the pack slipped out of her grasp and spilling out with three packs of Ramon and a bundle of juice boxes.
Instantly, the Makyo?s eyes narrowed and keyed in on the products while his tongue slipped out once again. Like a panting dog waiting for the dinner call, Licorice pounced onto the pile and began scarfing down. Food particles flung in every direction as the cyan glutton devoured every morsel. The old woman squealed and fell over onto her rear; she couldn?t believe the audacity of this fellow. With one large gulp, his gorge was finally complete, and the makyo stood to his feet.
?Ahh, that hit the spo?blah!? A voice interrupted, placing a hand to his abdomen and one over his mouth, preventing from vomiting everywhere. His stomach twisted and churned as it nearly overflowed from the brim. Fortunately, Spice managed to keep the gruesome eruption at bay.
?Licorice, why did you have to eat so much, Gah!? snapped Spice with obvious displeasure. The milky-haired brute reached into a small bag and flicked a coin at the elder woman, landing just beside her. She remained rather speechless and regretful of engaging the psychotic combatant. However, even though embarrassed and somewhat queasy, Spice was satisfied; considering he hadn?t eaten all day.
?Licorice.?
?Yeah??
?I hate you??