Chapter 21: Revolution II
"So, dantes, are you really that stupid?" Templarle asked. They were sitting next to the hyperlink that had been created in the WWESB. Hours before, Temp had attempted to get dantes to actually, you know, spy, but he had been stubborn. He decided to at least guard the link. He was playing GunBound most of the time anyway.
"no i went threw s -"
"I heard."
"c?"
"See what?"
"im smrt"
"Yes. Yes, you are."
For a time, Templarle decided to speak to his friends on AIM. Not many of them were on, as it was late. He was surprised he had been allowed to stay on himself. It was something in the distance that caught his eyes, a faint glimmer of movement across an otherwise stagnant plain. He bolted to his feet.
"Do you see that?" he asked dantes. There was no response. Dantes was gone.
"Yes," came a voice from behind his back. He began to turn, but a powerful hand caught him over his mouth and neck. The man pressed a knife against Templarle's throat.
Templarle tried to yell, to protest, to defy this being. "Mmmmff," was all he could say.
"Did anyone ever even suggest that dantes was an ALT?"
Templarle could not respond.
"Did anyone take the time to contemplate that possibility? No. And now here you are, at my mercy."
He let go of Templarle and walked up beside him.
"But I am no enemy."
Now Temp could see him clearly. His cloak was jet black, inlaid with violet silk; his hair was dark and wavy; his eyes were cold, black, and forbidding.
"Who are you?"
"You have never seen this account. Few have."
Templarle checked the guy's ID on his scepter-gone-ID-card. He had 1300 Karma, though his name was blurred.
"You couldn't have gotten that Karma without posting."
"Intelligent."
".So who are you?"
"I was one of the original programmers of this world. My name is Charles Drakford, although my screen name is simply Silencer."
"Ominous."
"Yes, I thought so too."
Templarle turned his eyes back to where he saw the movement.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You mean try to kill you? I was hoping to scare off whoever popped up. But I apparently didn't."
He took several strides forward, and stopped. There was a cold breeze in the air. Gentle tendrils caressed Templarle's cheek and wafted about him.
"Do you feel that?" Silencer asked.
"Yes. What's happening?"
"Let's just say that I'm too late."
"So, dantes, are you really that stupid?" Templarle asked. They were sitting next to the hyperlink that had been created in the WWESB. Hours before, Temp had attempted to get dantes to actually, you know, spy, but he had been stubborn. He decided to at least guard the link. He was playing GunBound most of the time anyway.
"no i went threw s -"
"I heard."
"c?"
"See what?"
"im smrt"
"Yes. Yes, you are."
For a time, Templarle decided to speak to his friends on AIM. Not many of them were on, as it was late. He was surprised he had been allowed to stay on himself. It was something in the distance that caught his eyes, a faint glimmer of movement across an otherwise stagnant plain. He bolted to his feet.
"Do you see that?" he asked dantes. There was no response. Dantes was gone.
"Yes," came a voice from behind his back. He began to turn, but a powerful hand caught him over his mouth and neck. The man pressed a knife against Templarle's throat.
Templarle tried to yell, to protest, to defy this being. "Mmmmff," was all he could say.
"Did anyone ever even suggest that dantes was an ALT?"
Templarle could not respond.
"Did anyone take the time to contemplate that possibility? No. And now here you are, at my mercy."
He let go of Templarle and walked up beside him.
"But I am no enemy."
Now Temp could see him clearly. His cloak was jet black, inlaid with violet silk; his hair was dark and wavy; his eyes were cold, black, and forbidding.
"Who are you?"
"You have never seen this account. Few have."
Templarle checked the guy's ID on his scepter-gone-ID-card. He had 1300 Karma, though his name was blurred.
"You couldn't have gotten that Karma without posting."
"Intelligent."
".So who are you?"
"I was one of the original programmers of this world. My name is Charles Drakford, although my screen name is simply Silencer."
"Ominous."
"Yes, I thought so too."
Templarle turned his eyes back to where he saw the movement.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You mean try to kill you? I was hoping to scare off whoever popped up. But I apparently didn't."
He took several strides forward, and stopped. There was a cold breeze in the air. Gentle tendrils caressed Templarle's cheek and wafted about him.
"Do you feel that?" Silencer asked.
"Yes. What's happening?"
"Let's just say that I'm too late."