Post by David Hallen on Jun 11, 2019 21:27:15 GMT
there's a storm you're starting now
374 words | OPENLetting out a long and slow sigh, David brought the beer up to his lips. Turning around in his chair, he looked to face the two individuals who held a flyer with the colors of the "Good guys". The Dawnseekers. It appeared to be just a drawing, the kids probably having heard about the wars abroad and getting silly little ideas in their head of battle and glory. Didn't this country belong to someone else? Where was the pride these days....he gestured at the paper with his drink.
"You know, my brother Apollo probably adores the name and symbol of that troupe. Takes it as a sign of worship or something. He's very vain."
He brought the beer to his lips and took another drink. He wore flip flops, a tank top and Hawaiian style shorts, the perfect image of a man who didn't really give a shit what others thought of him. His hair was pulled back into a bun and his face was covered in the stubble of a beard he'd gone too long without touching. One of the boys in front of him spoke hesitantly.
"W-we're not really with them....but we want to be. We thought, as a God-"
David slowly lowered his beer.
"You should restructure your way of thinking, fellas. Not all God's are good. And me less than most."
He gestured for them to scram. He was in a small bar in Sydney, Australia. How long had he been here? Could he even remember anymore? Australia was warm, temperate, and full of monsters that seemed to crawl out of every rock and crevice. He enjoyed that. A mixture of relaxation and trepidation, every day changing like the wind around him. He hummed a little to himself as the two kiddos left. This new world war was changing everything, wasn't it? He liked it, but it made him....nervous too. Like a storm, not all change was good. Maybe he should look into it?
He slapped a fifty on the counter, finished his beer and left, walking out into the street. What was the first step? Find one of the characters who owned this country?
He started up the street, letting out another little belch as he did so.
"You know, my brother Apollo probably adores the name and symbol of that troupe. Takes it as a sign of worship or something. He's very vain."
He brought the beer to his lips and took another drink. He wore flip flops, a tank top and Hawaiian style shorts, the perfect image of a man who didn't really give a shit what others thought of him. His hair was pulled back into a bun and his face was covered in the stubble of a beard he'd gone too long without touching. One of the boys in front of him spoke hesitantly.
"W-we're not really with them....but we want to be. We thought, as a God-"
David slowly lowered his beer.
"You should restructure your way of thinking, fellas. Not all God's are good. And me less than most."
He gestured for them to scram. He was in a small bar in Sydney, Australia. How long had he been here? Could he even remember anymore? Australia was warm, temperate, and full of monsters that seemed to crawl out of every rock and crevice. He enjoyed that. A mixture of relaxation and trepidation, every day changing like the wind around him. He hummed a little to himself as the two kiddos left. This new world war was changing everything, wasn't it? He liked it, but it made him....nervous too. Like a storm, not all change was good. Maybe he should look into it?
He slapped a fifty on the counter, finished his beer and left, walking out into the street. What was the first step? Find one of the characters who owned this country?
He started up the street, letting out another little belch as he did so.