Chapter 2: A Decision
By now a crowd had assembled in the field. Ameph and Celtic Guardian, among others, could be distinguished from the rest of the mass.
"There is only one thing we can do now." Shivan addressed to the crowd.
"Buy NASDAQ?" suggested a man in the back.
".Nah," Burgess said. Then to Shivan: "Go on."
"Right. Well."
"Well what?" Sniper asked. He was growing impatient. He wanted some action. He wanted some blood. He wanted to see some hooters.
"I must go to the WWESB. And prevent disaster," Shivan resolved. "But in case I fail. We must build an army. Who here is short and annoying and fit to rouse our warriors?"
"Crazyace!" shouted Burgess.
"No, he's not short enough," Shivan countered.
"Ogordemir?" offered Sniper.
"No, he's not in this fic," countered Shivan once more.
"Oh for crying out loud," said Moogle, who was in the crowd of onlookers, "I'll do it. And then I'll hit you all with Mr. Rubber Chicken."
"Deal," Shivan said. "Sniper, I have a special request for you." He motioned for Sniper to come closer, and then whispered something in his ear. Sniper nodded in agreement, and then disappeared, logging off.
"It's settled then," Shivan proclaimed. "I am going. Burgess, will you accompany me?"
"Hell, why not, I've still got five good minutes left in these shoes."
"Oh, do be careful," said a woman from the crowd. She wore not a cloak but a black dress, and around her neck was a golden bracelet. Silver locks of hair played at the sides of a rounded face. Her eyes were darkened by worry.
"I will, Rabid. I will," Shivan assured her. She came up and hugged him, and as she was parting, Celtic slapped her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? He's MY husband! MINE!"
"Would you like to borrow my knife?" Ameph offered.
"Nah," Celtic refused. "My rolling pin works juuuuuuust fine."
"Well," Shivan said, returning to the task at hand. "We must go! Ta-ta, my beautiful wife."
He stepped into the hyperlink and vanished, and as he did so, Celtic stuck out her tongue at Rabid.
"I best be going to," Burgess said. "We all know that Shivan would be lost without me, eh?"
There was silence.
"**** you."
He too stepped into the hyperlink and vanished.
By now a crowd had assembled in the field. Ameph and Celtic Guardian, among others, could be distinguished from the rest of the mass.
"There is only one thing we can do now." Shivan addressed to the crowd.
"Buy NASDAQ?" suggested a man in the back.
".Nah," Burgess said. Then to Shivan: "Go on."
"Right. Well."
"Well what?" Sniper asked. He was growing impatient. He wanted some action. He wanted some blood. He wanted to see some hooters.
"I must go to the WWESB. And prevent disaster," Shivan resolved. "But in case I fail. We must build an army. Who here is short and annoying and fit to rouse our warriors?"
"Crazyace!" shouted Burgess.
"No, he's not short enough," Shivan countered.
"Ogordemir?" offered Sniper.
"No, he's not in this fic," countered Shivan once more.
"Oh for crying out loud," said Moogle, who was in the crowd of onlookers, "I'll do it. And then I'll hit you all with Mr. Rubber Chicken."
"Deal," Shivan said. "Sniper, I have a special request for you." He motioned for Sniper to come closer, and then whispered something in his ear. Sniper nodded in agreement, and then disappeared, logging off.
"It's settled then," Shivan proclaimed. "I am going. Burgess, will you accompany me?"
"Hell, why not, I've still got five good minutes left in these shoes."
"Oh, do be careful," said a woman from the crowd. She wore not a cloak but a black dress, and around her neck was a golden bracelet. Silver locks of hair played at the sides of a rounded face. Her eyes were darkened by worry.
"I will, Rabid. I will," Shivan assured her. She came up and hugged him, and as she was parting, Celtic slapped her.
"How many times do I have to tell you? He's MY husband! MINE!"
"Would you like to borrow my knife?" Ameph offered.
"Nah," Celtic refused. "My rolling pin works juuuuuuust fine."
"Well," Shivan said, returning to the task at hand. "We must go! Ta-ta, my beautiful wife."
He stepped into the hyperlink and vanished, and as he did so, Celtic stuck out her tongue at Rabid.
"I best be going to," Burgess said. "We all know that Shivan would be lost without me, eh?"
There was silence.
"**** you."
He too stepped into the hyperlink and vanished.