06-03-2007, 03:12 AM
Truth be told, Cold was tired. His body shivered at the slightest wind and ached under the dawning sunlight. His head hurt something awful and he felt like he was on the brink of death, just that Hell needed some sort of complete verification before they accepted him again.
"How was it?" Koola asked, managing to get a shrug out of KC. "When you died? How was it?"
"I'll assume you mean Hell. Y'know..." Cold stopped to consider the brightly colored demons in the purgatory. He thought about the agency that had enlisted him through agents located in Hell. He even drifted to the inner circles of Hell what he'd been, where he'd barely managed to squeeze past the demonic lust. "Well, its cool... if you mention my name you'll get a good seat."
Tendons ached and he'd lost count of how many times he'd heard the hosts voice crackling over the sound system. That meant he'd have to wait til high noon to check and make sure he was back on point with the time. Or had he not noticed the sun finishing its contributions to daylight. Nightfall was upon them and the changeling seemed to be getting time mixed up. Plus his head was starting to pound something terrible. He hadn't mentioned this to Koola, of course.
"Where are we?" Cold asked, pondering where he'd be if he hadn't signed up for the Abyss. Probably in a smoking section somewhere, barking commands at Koola through a television set or something of that nature.
Koola uprooted his map from wherever he hid the thing, slammed the compass down next to it and charted out their position, direction, possible arrival time and other statistically relevant variables before Colds scouter could give him the answer he asked it.
"Wow Koola, you're really getting good at this." Cold was honestly amused. He thought about making a scouts honor joke, but Koola took his boy scouting seriously. "Lets get a move on, I'm tired of the scenery."
"How was it?" Koola asked, managing to get a shrug out of KC. "When you died? How was it?"
"I'll assume you mean Hell. Y'know..." Cold stopped to consider the brightly colored demons in the purgatory. He thought about the agency that had enlisted him through agents located in Hell. He even drifted to the inner circles of Hell what he'd been, where he'd barely managed to squeeze past the demonic lust. "Well, its cool... if you mention my name you'll get a good seat."
Tendons ached and he'd lost count of how many times he'd heard the hosts voice crackling over the sound system. That meant he'd have to wait til high noon to check and make sure he was back on point with the time. Or had he not noticed the sun finishing its contributions to daylight. Nightfall was upon them and the changeling seemed to be getting time mixed up. Plus his head was starting to pound something terrible. He hadn't mentioned this to Koola, of course.
"Where are we?" Cold asked, pondering where he'd be if he hadn't signed up for the Abyss. Probably in a smoking section somewhere, barking commands at Koola through a television set or something of that nature.
Koola uprooted his map from wherever he hid the thing, slammed the compass down next to it and charted out their position, direction, possible arrival time and other statistically relevant variables before Colds scouter could give him the answer he asked it.
"Wow Koola, you're really getting good at this." Cold was honestly amused. He thought about making a scouts honor joke, but Koola took his boy scouting seriously. "Lets get a move on, I'm tired of the scenery."