[Mkguild] Birth II

[Alex Green]

On Mon, Dec 1, 2014 at 6:42 PM, Jack Moore <jackthefrilledlizard at yahoo.com>
wrote:

> [...]
>
> "If there are any gods out there, I ask you to relieve me." I looked up at
> the stars.
> "Please! I am begging you!" No response.
>
> The fact that I couldn't name any of them didn't help.
>

I know I've never acknowledged your existence, or even bothered to learn
your names, but just ignore that and HELP ME!!!


>
> A mass of golden curls with a fat girl growing out of them plopped down
> beside
> me.
>

I can tell by your description that you hold this person in high esteem.


>
> "You've been avoiding me all day." I forced a grin.
>
> "What in the world gave you that idea…uh…" I seem to have forgotten
> something.
>

Maybe the fact that it's true.


> [...]
>
> You see this girl was…unique. Rather than being nobility, she came from a
> wealthy merchant family. My father believed money would be power in the
> future and
> merchants would supplant the nobles.
>
> I suspect he's right.
>

It might take the better part of a millennium, but we need to get in on the
ground floor.


>
> Unsurprisingly this lead to an arranged marriage to a girl I barely knew.
> Somewhat more surprisingly, I did not know her name.
>

Why am I surprised. So far that seems par for the course.


> [...]
>
> Well I couldn't refer to her as trollop,
>

Not with that attitude


>
> so instead I took to calling her by a pet
> name.
>
> "Of course I'm not avoiding you Muffin." I said. "Why would I ever do
> that?"
>

It's not like I hate you or anything.


>
> Muffin's eyes lit with joy. "I've just been busy with other things."
>

Like avoiding you.


>
> "Like what Jay-Ames?" I winced. At the time this girl had a way of
> speaking
> that made me despise my own name. I don't mind it now.
>

Certainly not avoiding you.


> [...]
>
> "I'm excited Jay-Ames. What do you think the cursed people are like?" How
> in
> the world would I know, I'd never met them.
>
> "Not a clue." I said. "I don't want to meet one."
>
> "I bet they're fuzzy." Muffin said. "I've heard they're monsters.
>
> "They are monsters." I said. "They're not human anymore."
>

That's a pretty broad definition of monster.


> [...]
>
> "I don't want to be here." I said. "I mean…I like being out of Isenport. I
> even
> wanna see this Keep! It's the cursed part; I am scared of cursed places.
> Maybe that
> makes me a fool, but I think the smart thing to do is avoid curses."
>

I see Nemo's particular brand of wisdom is finally rubbing off on you.


>
> "Is that all?"
>
> "Is that all!?" I cried. "To me it's plenty. I don't want to be out here,
> especially
> when I don't know why I'm here. I just know something's going to go wrong
> for me."
>

Blatant foreshadowing. You've just doomed yourself, kid.


> [...]
>
> "So where's your father?" Muffin asked.
>
> "In his tent with a serving girl." I said. "She's providing…moral support
> to him."
>

The kind of moral support that can only be gained by corrupting the morals
of society.


>
> "Maybe we should head too our tent then." Muffin grinned. My manhood
> shriveled.
>
> "Thanks but I'm not feeling…up to it." I had three mistresses at home who
> I
> planned to remain loyal to. I would do this by not touching Muffin with a
> glaive, much
> less a part of my anatomy.
>

I imagine you'll have a very fulfilling marriage.


>
> "That's okay; we can sit here and talk." She leaned in closer to me as I
> prayed to
> gods I didn't believe in for a miracle.
>

Because there's no way appealing to unknown forces beyond your
comprehension can turn out badly.


>
> Without warning it began raining. Sometimes the Divine can be quite kind.
>

See, now you're confined to your tent with Muffin. Good going narrator.


>
> March 3rd, 707
>
> [...]
>
> "You are my legacy; you will have to be sharper than that." My father
> sipped and
> continued. "Why do we Ecclesia and Lothanasi priests on the pay?"
>

^have


> [...]
>
> "When you decide, I will give you my countenance." Nemo said.
>
> "My father pays you. You'll do what he says."
>
> "I'm sorry you believe that." Nemo crouched down. I stood.
>

Yeah, I thought we already established this. Nemo does whatever he feels
like doing.


>
> "I need to…I need some time alone."
>
> "Your father will want to leave when he is done." Nemo said. "I can give
> you an
> hour delay, possibly two." I paused.
>
> "Why?"
>
> "We all need it sometimes James." Nemo said. "Have fun."
>

And don't die.


>
> "Thanks."
>
> AN: If any one sees this please say so
>

Sees what?
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-AlexSurikat
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