Cold as Ice- Outwitting
Authour's note: Oye vey... Yes, it's been a while. Sorry to leave you dudes hanging like that. I just kinda got inspiration for some previous projects a while ago and I dropped this. Don't worry though, I'll finish it eventually ^_^;; I will, really. Oh, yes, and uh... Since I'm not sure whether or not Amarant really HAD eyes in the game, I gave him the sorta eyes I thought he'd have. If it's different, tell me.
"Think they'll make it through the tests, kupo?"
"Kweh."
"Didn't I tell you to friggin' wark, kupo?!"
"K...wark?"
"Better, kupo. I hope the Behemoth kills them. That would make this all so much easier, kupo."
"Wark!"
~
But the Behemoth didn't kill them... In fact, Amarant brought it down rather swiftly almost on his own. The two stood there and stared at the creature's corpse, which swiftly vanished into polygons, and then looked to one another, and then back at where the creature had been.
"...Not as hard as I'd thought..." Freya said.
"...Yeah," he replied, looking up at her. She looked up at him, and they stood there for a minute, his eyes locked on hers, and her eyes trying to FIND his. She couldn't though, not through THAT hair.
He turned away abruptly and began walking toward the only exit they could see. She stood there and blinked. It had been an awkward moment. Then she realized that if she lost him, she'd never get out, so she ran after him.
They walked in silence for a good long while before they finally reached anything of interest. Both of them were expecting something a lot harder than the Behemoth for their next trial, so they definitely weren't expecting what they found at the end of the tunnel.
An old man was sitting on the ground of the small cavern that the tunnel opened into. He was a very small, very old man. One of those Yoda/prophet/wise-man-on-the-mountain looking old men.
They stood there for a minute, not to sure what to do. Finally the old man looked up and said in a very clear voice, "Well, what do you want?"
"Uh..." Freya responded.
"To get away from that damn idiot Mog," was Amarant's more useful reply.
"Hmm, you mean Boko? Hmm... Yes, let's see..." He sat there and didn't do or say anything for a long while.
Finally Amarant said, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Hmmmm...." was the old man's only reply.
He stood there and glared at the old man, waiting for him to say something else. When he didn't, Amarant again demanded to know what he was going to do. Again, the same reply. So Amarant got kind of fed up with that, and tried to slash the old man with his claws.
Apparently dude was a ninja or something because Amarant ended up flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. Freya ran to his side to make sure he was all right, and was immediately shocked to find out that his unruly flame red hair had moved aside enough for her to see his gorgeous, piercingly bright blue eyes.
She stood there, frozen, and finally he regained his breath and climbed to his feet, and his hair moved into place again, concealing his eyes from her view. He immediately glared at the old man and shouted, "What the heck was that for?!"
"Patience is a virtue."
"Screw th--"
Freya had put a hand over his mouth. "Maybe you should try to TALK, rather than YELL." She looked at the old man, her hand still over Amarant's mouth, and asked kindly, "Excuse me, sir. We were told by Boko that we must pass six trials to gain our freedom. Are you the second?"
"In a sense," he said. "You must outwit me."
They both stood there and stared at him, and Freya finally moved her hand away from Amarant's mouth. Eventually the old man said, "What's two and two?"
"Five," Amarant replied sarcastically.
"WRONG!" And miraculously, Amarant ended up on his back on the ground again.
"You have two more. And you'd better get them both right."
Freya glanced at Amarant, lying there, and then looked back to the old man. "What's the next one?"
"What's black and white and red all over?"
"A newspaper!" she piped up immediately.
"Correct!" he responded. He was silent while Amarant climbed to his feet once more. After the tall rad-head walked over to stand beside Freya again, the old man asked, "Are you ready for the last one?"
Neither replied. They stood there and waited for the question. "If a force of ten newtons is exerted on a box with weight--"
"Uh, two?"
Freya elbowed Amarant harshly, but was amazed when the old man said, "Correct!" They both stared at him in awe. "The answer is two pints of milk!" A large section of rock behind him moved out of the way, revealing another tunnel. "You may continue.
The two glanced at each other, disbelieving, and then stared at the new exit.
"Uh... Let's go..." Amarant said.
"Yeah..." Freya agreed.
And so it was that they passed their second challenge.
Authour's note: Oye vey... Yes, it's been a while. Sorry to leave you dudes hanging like that. I just kinda got inspiration for some previous projects a while ago and I dropped this. Don't worry though, I'll finish it eventually ^_^;; I will, really. Oh, yes, and uh... Since I'm not sure whether or not Amarant really HAD eyes in the game, I gave him the sorta eyes I thought he'd have. If it's different, tell me.
"Think they'll make it through the tests, kupo?"
"Kweh."
"Didn't I tell you to friggin' wark, kupo?!"
"K...wark?"
"Better, kupo. I hope the Behemoth kills them. That would make this all so much easier, kupo."
"Wark!"
~
But the Behemoth didn't kill them... In fact, Amarant brought it down rather swiftly almost on his own. The two stood there and stared at the creature's corpse, which swiftly vanished into polygons, and then looked to one another, and then back at where the creature had been.
"...Not as hard as I'd thought..." Freya said.
"...Yeah," he replied, looking up at her. She looked up at him, and they stood there for a minute, his eyes locked on hers, and her eyes trying to FIND his. She couldn't though, not through THAT hair.
He turned away abruptly and began walking toward the only exit they could see. She stood there and blinked. It had been an awkward moment. Then she realized that if she lost him, she'd never get out, so she ran after him.
They walked in silence for a good long while before they finally reached anything of interest. Both of them were expecting something a lot harder than the Behemoth for their next trial, so they definitely weren't expecting what they found at the end of the tunnel.
An old man was sitting on the ground of the small cavern that the tunnel opened into. He was a very small, very old man. One of those Yoda/prophet/wise-man-on-the-mountain looking old men.
They stood there for a minute, not to sure what to do. Finally the old man looked up and said in a very clear voice, "Well, what do you want?"
"Uh..." Freya responded.
"To get away from that damn idiot Mog," was Amarant's more useful reply.
"Hmm, you mean Boko? Hmm... Yes, let's see..." He sat there and didn't do or say anything for a long while.
Finally Amarant said, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Hmmmm...." was the old man's only reply.
He stood there and glared at the old man, waiting for him to say something else. When he didn't, Amarant again demanded to know what he was going to do. Again, the same reply. So Amarant got kind of fed up with that, and tried to slash the old man with his claws.
Apparently dude was a ninja or something because Amarant ended up flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. Freya ran to his side to make sure he was all right, and was immediately shocked to find out that his unruly flame red hair had moved aside enough for her to see his gorgeous, piercingly bright blue eyes.
She stood there, frozen, and finally he regained his breath and climbed to his feet, and his hair moved into place again, concealing his eyes from her view. He immediately glared at the old man and shouted, "What the heck was that for?!"
"Patience is a virtue."
"Screw th--"
Freya had put a hand over his mouth. "Maybe you should try to TALK, rather than YELL." She looked at the old man, her hand still over Amarant's mouth, and asked kindly, "Excuse me, sir. We were told by Boko that we must pass six trials to gain our freedom. Are you the second?"
"In a sense," he said. "You must outwit me."
They both stood there and stared at him, and Freya finally moved her hand away from Amarant's mouth. Eventually the old man said, "What's two and two?"
"Five," Amarant replied sarcastically.
"WRONG!" And miraculously, Amarant ended up on his back on the ground again.
"You have two more. And you'd better get them both right."
Freya glanced at Amarant, lying there, and then looked back to the old man. "What's the next one?"
"What's black and white and red all over?"
"A newspaper!" she piped up immediately.
"Correct!" he responded. He was silent while Amarant climbed to his feet once more. After the tall rad-head walked over to stand beside Freya again, the old man asked, "Are you ready for the last one?"
Neither replied. They stood there and waited for the question. "If a force of ten newtons is exerted on a box with weight--"
"Uh, two?"
Freya elbowed Amarant harshly, but was amazed when the old man said, "Correct!" They both stared at him in awe. "The answer is two pints of milk!" A large section of rock behind him moved out of the way, revealing another tunnel. "You may continue.
The two glanced at each other, disbelieving, and then stared at the new exit.
"Uh... Let's go..." Amarant said.
"Yeah..." Freya agreed.
And so it was that they passed their second challenge.