Post by High Tide on May 22, 2017 18:52:58 GMT -5
It was happening again.
I had only looked down to inspect my boot laces for the tiniest of moments, but that was when I saw the familiar green I had come to dread. I waited inevitably, as last time I had found out you could not outrun it, and trying only led to worse things, for the floor to give way beneath me.
Falling.
Falling again.
It was hard to collect my thoughts, here in this green void like space. I was learning but slowly, as it had taken a couple of times to merely organize my thoughts enough to think, let alone do anything else. The feeling of endlessly falling had bothered me at first, the green, the faint hints of purple and red flashing by had become oddly relaxing. It was far from the worst part about “The Green” as I had named it.
I couldn't move much, as all the momentum in the world meant only the tiniest of progression in this place. Not that I wanted to move far. No. I had learned that last time when I had tried to escape the green void beneath my feet, and had almost fallen out of The Green completely. From what I understood The Green worked as a tunnel whose walls were not solid. It would funnel you down, but if you fell out of it, horrors awaited you. Very few had ever come back after falling out of the green.
But some had.
I had learned many things in my couple trips into The Green. Thankfully I hadn't fallen into it during my match (though i did shortly afterward), and managed to win my match against Whitey Ford. To say “I Won” it is a bit disingenuous because it was a close match, Grimm just happened to win it FOR me with a nice shovel to my back.
“You return again? I thought you hated this place.”
The voice swirled around me, but I was less caught offguard than the last time. I knew this voice. I knew his name. I had no idea where the voice was coming from as the swirling vortex of The Green happened to throw sound everywhere, but at least I knew a little.
“Sarvius Wayne again I presume? If so, you know the answer to that question already and apparently love taunting me. I cannot control my entry. When it happens, I am not warned, I am not told, I am not informed. I just fall. That is it,” I reply with more snark that I've managed to muster before. Truth be told, I was quite afraid even though I had been through here safely before. There was just something about a disembodied voice in a green void while endlessly falling that was frightening to me.
“You remembered my name. Good. You're getting used to the travel I see. I trust you didn't try anything foolish again this time? Take it from me you don't want to fall out of here. The other regions are... much less forgiving. Hmm, if you're here again but not by choice of your own it must mean I am to assist you once again. Few are brought here without initiating it after the first time. One day you will learn to control it should you continue to survive and then you can choose to never come back if you so desire. However now, I must do my best to assist you. So tell me, High Tide, The Pirate King With No Crown, The Fallen Sailor, what is it you desire? What sort of assistance can I give you today?” Sarvius' voice floated out around me with a sort of power I could only hope to some day possess.
He had posed a tricky question to me though. What DID I want? I wanted to win my semi-finals match against Alexandra Tamora, but my pride would not allow me to ask for interference in that. I would get their of my own ingenuity, skill, and experience. All I had to do was pin her once, and I'd be in the finals. It wasn't beyond my doing.
A thought struck me and the silence grew alarmingly loud and I worried I would take too long to answer Sarvius. Maybe this was the sort of push I needed to get back to the top of the ladder. Maybe this was my way to get some of the respect back that I had lost.
“Sarvius my new friend, I apologize for making you wait. I thought long and hard about what I wanted. At first I thought, maybe a win in my next match would be nice, after all, PCW is the foundation to the house that is me. Yet I see the bigger picture, the opportunity you are affording me. You called me The Fallen Sailor, The Pirate King With No Crown, and you are completely right. I have lost my way, I have lost my crown. Help me fix that. I need a ship. A proper ship. Not a boat, not a dingy, not a raft. A ship fit for The Pirate King With No Crown. That is my request,” I respond trying to hold back the smile that is threatening to take over my face. This could be a huge turning point for me.
“Consider it done, Pirate King. It will take me some time to procure this ship for you, but I will contact you when I have done so, so you can find it. Be observant though, for I can break through for only the most limited amount of time so you must heed my call in time, or wait days for me to recover my strength to try again. You will have your ship,” Sarvius replied his voice sounding even more serious and intimidating, if that was even possible.
I go to speak again, to thank him, to avoid the silence, anything to pass the time in this endless fall I find myself in. Yet I notice the purple streaks becoming more familiar and I realize a few seconds before, what is going to happen next. I relax myself and embrace the darkness as it swiftly overtakes me.
I had only looked down to inspect my boot laces for the tiniest of moments, but that was when I saw the familiar green I had come to dread. I waited inevitably, as last time I had found out you could not outrun it, and trying only led to worse things, for the floor to give way beneath me.
Falling.
Falling again.
It was hard to collect my thoughts, here in this green void like space. I was learning but slowly, as it had taken a couple of times to merely organize my thoughts enough to think, let alone do anything else. The feeling of endlessly falling had bothered me at first, the green, the faint hints of purple and red flashing by had become oddly relaxing. It was far from the worst part about “The Green” as I had named it.
I couldn't move much, as all the momentum in the world meant only the tiniest of progression in this place. Not that I wanted to move far. No. I had learned that last time when I had tried to escape the green void beneath my feet, and had almost fallen out of The Green completely. From what I understood The Green worked as a tunnel whose walls were not solid. It would funnel you down, but if you fell out of it, horrors awaited you. Very few had ever come back after falling out of the green.
But some had.
I had learned many things in my couple trips into The Green. Thankfully I hadn't fallen into it during my match (though i did shortly afterward), and managed to win my match against Whitey Ford. To say “I Won” it is a bit disingenuous because it was a close match, Grimm just happened to win it FOR me with a nice shovel to my back.
“You return again? I thought you hated this place.”
The voice swirled around me, but I was less caught offguard than the last time. I knew this voice. I knew his name. I had no idea where the voice was coming from as the swirling vortex of The Green happened to throw sound everywhere, but at least I knew a little.
“Sarvius Wayne again I presume? If so, you know the answer to that question already and apparently love taunting me. I cannot control my entry. When it happens, I am not warned, I am not told, I am not informed. I just fall. That is it,” I reply with more snark that I've managed to muster before. Truth be told, I was quite afraid even though I had been through here safely before. There was just something about a disembodied voice in a green void while endlessly falling that was frightening to me.
“You remembered my name. Good. You're getting used to the travel I see. I trust you didn't try anything foolish again this time? Take it from me you don't want to fall out of here. The other regions are... much less forgiving. Hmm, if you're here again but not by choice of your own it must mean I am to assist you once again. Few are brought here without initiating it after the first time. One day you will learn to control it should you continue to survive and then you can choose to never come back if you so desire. However now, I must do my best to assist you. So tell me, High Tide, The Pirate King With No Crown, The Fallen Sailor, what is it you desire? What sort of assistance can I give you today?” Sarvius' voice floated out around me with a sort of power I could only hope to some day possess.
He had posed a tricky question to me though. What DID I want? I wanted to win my semi-finals match against Alexandra Tamora, but my pride would not allow me to ask for interference in that. I would get their of my own ingenuity, skill, and experience. All I had to do was pin her once, and I'd be in the finals. It wasn't beyond my doing.
A thought struck me and the silence grew alarmingly loud and I worried I would take too long to answer Sarvius. Maybe this was the sort of push I needed to get back to the top of the ladder. Maybe this was my way to get some of the respect back that I had lost.
“Sarvius my new friend, I apologize for making you wait. I thought long and hard about what I wanted. At first I thought, maybe a win in my next match would be nice, after all, PCW is the foundation to the house that is me. Yet I see the bigger picture, the opportunity you are affording me. You called me The Fallen Sailor, The Pirate King With No Crown, and you are completely right. I have lost my way, I have lost my crown. Help me fix that. I need a ship. A proper ship. Not a boat, not a dingy, not a raft. A ship fit for The Pirate King With No Crown. That is my request,” I respond trying to hold back the smile that is threatening to take over my face. This could be a huge turning point for me.
“Consider it done, Pirate King. It will take me some time to procure this ship for you, but I will contact you when I have done so, so you can find it. Be observant though, for I can break through for only the most limited amount of time so you must heed my call in time, or wait days for me to recover my strength to try again. You will have your ship,” Sarvius replied his voice sounding even more serious and intimidating, if that was even possible.
I go to speak again, to thank him, to avoid the silence, anything to pass the time in this endless fall I find myself in. Yet I notice the purple streaks becoming more familiar and I realize a few seconds before, what is going to happen next. I relax myself and embrace the darkness as it swiftly overtakes me.
