3rd Wave

[tentacruelest]

[Jones is a deep, deep sleeper but he wakes with the sunrise. Each day is a new, hellish experience on the Barge but he scowls and stomps his way through them regardless.

Imagine his surprise when this morning he opens his door - releasing a small flood of his usual seawater, which, thanks to Maintenance, is contained by a make-shift dam - and spots children running about.

Not the handful of children he knows to be part of the Barge. New ones. And smaller people are easier to bully than full-grown ones.

Resolving to go about his day unbothered by the mechanics of the Admiral, Davy instead storms his way to the mess hall, literally using his claw to forcefully swat aside anyone smaller than four feet]


I'll thank whoever remains their true, full size to keep the vast majority of whelps under control. I've a mind to toss them over the side one by one; no ship is in need of this many cabin boys. No navy is.

Mind your brats. Or I will.

Comments

[tentacruelest]

Pushed them out, killed their food source, formed teams to take them down. Yeh can kill most anything you set your mind to, provided time and resources.

[runslikethewind]

Are you saying that the dragons didn't fight back in force? [Because that is the only thing that makes sense, even though it doesn't really.]

[tentacruelest]

They may have, in their own time. Before mine.

[runslikethewind]

Dragons are powerful, magical beings. They wield the very powers of Creation and Destruction. I just don't see how, if they were threatened, they could be taken down by mere mortals.

[tentacruelest]

You're speaking of gods, not dragons. Dragons have little cosmic power.

[runslikethewind]

No, I'm not. Dragons have a great deal of cosmic power. It was granted to them by the Titans.

[tentacruelest]

I know of no titans.

[runslikethewind]

I wouldn't image so. They're only legend to us as it is.

[tentacruelest]

Then why choose to bother me with your imagined stories?

[runslikethewind]

It's not imagined. And you're the one who brought it up in the first place.

[tentacruelest]

I merely followed along with your inane questioning.

Now I have a question of my own;

What are you?

[runslikethewind]

[If her questions were so inane, why did he bother to follow? But she takes the higher road and does not stick her tongue out at him.]

Quel'dore, a High Elf.

[tentacruelest]

I'm curious as to what the Low Elves must look like.

[runslikethewind]

They have blue or purple toned skin, and their eyes are white. And they grow as tall and as beastly as Trolls.

[tentacruelest]

So not at all fair to look at.

[runslikethewind]

I imagine they like each other fine.

[tentacruelest]

Pretty things are oft of little substance underneath.

[runslikethewind]

Maybe you just aren't looking deeply enough.

[tentacruelest]

Maybe experience has taught me otherwise.

[runslikethewind]

Maybe you need new experiences.

[tentacruelest]

And you're the expert on that?

[runslikethewind]

I'm still an adolescent. My life is going to filled with the new for a very long time. My world is filled with discovery and wonder. Perhaps if you had a little of that in your life you wouldn't be so sour and jaded.

[tentacruelest]

You forget that once I was your age with similar hopes and expectations. And then I knew of life's true face.

As will you.

[runslikethewind]

Even in the darkest night, the fiercest storm, saddest song, there is beauty, sir.

[tentacruelest]

And it, too, is false and cruel.