Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
Round 2, Match Eleven
Piratecat vs. Ycore Rixle
Fast Learner
By Kevin Kulp (Piratecat)
He looked slowly around my now-littered home. One foot nudged a twitching corpse. There was moisture leaking from his eyes.
“I surrender?” he asked uncertainly.
“Okey dokey,” I said, and started humming a jaunty little tune. I made up the song myself a long time ago. It’s the only one I know, and it’s fun to sing, so I sing it a lot. “I don’t have a name. What’s yours?”
“Morro,” he said. “You killed everybody.” He sounded shocked.
I stopped humming. “Not everyone, Morro. You’re still around!” I wondered if I’d made a mistake. “Is that okay?”
He looked at me, shuddered a little, and looked at me again. “Is it okay? Yes, it’s okay. Except that you just killed my wife Sara and three of my best friends. And you killed some of them twice.” He took a gulping breath of air.
“Oh. Whoops?” I wasn’t really sure of the proper manners. I hadn’t met many people who were still living. “You can leave if you want to. It’s okay.”
“No I can’t. I don’t have any way to leave.”
“You don’t? Why not?”
“See that pile of bones over there?” My eyes bobbed in agreement. “That was Linae, our wizard. She got us down here. Without her or Griff I have no way to get home. And even if I could, I wouldn’t leave without Sara’s body.”
“Can’t you swim?”
“No. We’re a long way under water.”
“A long way from what?”
“From... have you never moved?”
“Nope. Not really. I shifted once, but it ended badly.” There was an awkward pause. “What did you mean when you said I killed them twice? I didn’t even know I could do that.”
He pointed at a mass of steaming charcoal. “Cendra was trying to attack you –”
Pain. Massive pain caused by sharpened metal. I had focused one eye and blinked very quickly. Just a tiny bit of power, not enough to deplete my carefully hoarded reserve, but more than enough to make the pain stop coming. The human screamed and grabbed her melting face, staggering backwards as her flesh rendered from the heat and wept down her face like bloody tears –
“– and you killed her just like that. She was tougher than anyone else I knew.” He snapped his fingers. I’d never seen anyone do that before, so I was pretty excited. I wished he’d do it again. “Griff ran up to bring her back to life. They were in love, so he probably figured it was important.”
“Um, what’s love?”
The man sighed, pushed half of an older skull out of the way, and sat down on a rock. He didn’t answer my question.
“So Griff ran up to heal her, and you –”
– Suddenly the tall man was standing next to the melting woman with the metal. He said words that sounded suspiciously like prayer, but not to any God I’d heard of. Golden light leapt out of his hand, bright enough to hurt. A volcano of light, and the dead woman’s wounds simply vanished. She floated a foot off of the ground, motes of liquid fire swirling around her like excited eyes, and then she was whole and healthy once again. Their eyes met for just a few seconds with a look I didn’t understand, and she reached for her sword as she started to rise and turn towards me.
So I killed her again. More thoroughly this time, not stopping until the metal melted and the bone turned sizzling black. Her friend, too. She looked a little surprised as she died the second time, so I turned –
“– and you killed them both. He plucked her soul back from the afterlife, and you burned them away like they were scraps of wood.” He was shouting now, and his voice was loud in my cave. Then he started to cry.
“What’s wood?” I asked. I got no answer. I went back to humming.
- - -
Hours later, I was learning how to make small talk.
“I’ve had a little more than thirty heroes come down to try and defeat me. It’s always fun to visit with them, but they always try to kill me first. So that makes it harder to talk.” The thought made me sad.
Morro nodded. “I can well imagine. Sara and I led this expedition because we’re technically Knights of Reef. After all the tidal waves, and that one horrible explosion that wiped out most of the inner islands, the High Governor commanded us.” He laughed, but it hadn’t been funny. “We were supposed to be the best in the city.”
“You were pretty good,” I ventured, trying to cheer him up. “I almost got nervous. That doesn’t usually happen.”
“Thanks,” he said flatly, and changed the subject. “Divinations suggested there was some sort of horrible disaster-causing, sea-smashing threat down here. We didn’t expect you. I assume you’re the guardian for the threat?”
“Nah.” I was feeling bashful. “I sort of am the threat.”
His whole body stopped moving for a few seconds, complete still. Then he turned just his head. “You caused those earthquakes and tidal waves?”
I felt funny. “Umm. Yes? I’ve been saving up for something special, but every once in a while I find myself fighting someone, and I forget myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, God made me to be a nifty magical conduit. I absorb magic from the sea, and I use it to open gates to this place with a lot of fire. It takes all my concentration not to let the magic out.” I shuffled a tentacle. “That explosion thing last year. I sort of –”
– I had never felt so full before, every pore of my being trembling with magic until it felt like I couldn’t possibly take any more, but I had to! I knew I had to, if I wanted to fulfill my purpose, just a few weeks more, but it really felt funny, and I just needed something to distract me, and I hadn’t ever really seen my reflection before. All this effort to concentrate on my restraint, but maybe I could see what I looked like if I slithered a little over to the side and actually looked in the water. Hey, I looked pretty good! Lots of eyes, and the tentacles looked really stylish, and I bet if I lifted up all my tentacles and spun around... oops, leaking, leaking away –”
“– sort of got distracted and let some of my energy out. I’d be finished here already if that hadn’t happened. I got yelled at afterwards. And usually when I’m fighting someone, I sometimes forget a little bit. That may cause problems in the water.”
“Yeah. Problems. Yelled at by who?”
“By God.”
He seemed confused. “God? Which God? There are over forty of them last time I counted, plus innumerable demigods that spring up every time someone gets a little randy and turns himself into a dolphin. Which one made you?”
My eyes spun around my body in consternation. “I’m not sure what you mean. There’s only one God, and I know him pretty well. We’re buddies. He created me and gave me my destiny. His name is Verminox.” I sighed with affection.
“Verminox?” He stared at me. “Verminox the Dark Wizard? Verminox of the Bloody Sail? Verminox the deadly evil bastard who every freaking hero in the Sea Realm has sworn an oath to one day destroy? That Verminox?”
Boy, that didn’t sound right. “...maybe? He has brown eyes. Does your Verminox have brown eyes? ‘Cause maybe they have the same name or something.”
He rubbed his forehead. “No, I don’t think so. That explains why you’re so powerful, at least, but Verminox is no God. What are you supposed to do as your destiny?”
“Boil the ocean. I should be ready early next year.” He sputtered a little. He must not have believed me. “No, Morro, really! I can feel the power building in me again. If I didn’t let too much out in that last fight, it won’t be too much longer now. Maybe you can keep me company until I do. It’ll be fun.”
There was a long pause from my new friend. “Let me get this straight. You’ve just killed everyone I care about. If you stay alive, you’ll rip open a gate to the plane of fire, so you can boil the ocean and everything in it. I have no way to hurt you. And you just invited me to keep you company.”
“Uh huh!” I confirmed, and squelched up and down a bit. “Hey, do you know any fun games? The only one Verminox plays with me is ‘Silent Aberration.’ It’s not very much fun. I can’t say anything when we play.”
“No, I imagine not.” His voice was quiet. “Thousands of people die every time you forget yourself. Probably hundreds of thousands when the central islands exploded and created a tidal wave. The beaches were full of corpses. You have to stop this.”
“Gosh,” I said, trying to shrug like I’d seen him do. I failed. No shoulders. “It’s my destiny.”
He paused. “Sorry, did I say thousands of people? I meant thousands of interesting people. Who like to play games. And tell stories.”
I squinted all the eyes that could squint. “Really?”
“Yup. There’s a special city where I’m from, named Reef. It encloses all of the sea Realm, Grand Bay to Laughing Point to Pelass. Those are just names to you, but you would love it. It is a place where the air smells like stories. The crystal roofs of buildings capture all the colors of the sky and the sea, and minarets pierce the clouds of sea mist that floats across the waves.” His voice had gotten heavy, like he was recalling a thing he loved. A thing I’d love, maybe. “The sea at sunset is the color of your central eye. In Reef, people come every year to the Grand Arena, a huge bowl of polished stone that hangs out over the sea like.. like your vent-hole hangs over your body. They spend a week there every year, telling stories and playing games. Meeting people. Laughing.” He paused. “But you probably wouldn’t like it.” He turned away.
“No, wait!” I said. “I might. Maybe. I don’t know what most of those things are. Are they good stories?”
“Sometimes. My favorite last year was the story about the creature everyone thought was a monster, but who turned out to be the most beloved prince anyone had ever known.”
I gathered in breath. “How’d it end?”
“I don’t know,” he said sadly. “I think you may have been fighting someone at the time. The sea lifted itself and smashed into the city before the storyteller could finish. I fell in the ocean, and I would have drowned if the woman who would become my wife hadn’t saved me. I owed her my life, and I loved her at first sight.” He stopped and looked at me. “I’d like to go back next year and find out how the story ends.”
We both fell silent.
“There’s a part of me that loves to destroy things,” I said slowly. “But that city sounds awfully nice.”
Morro stretched out on the ground. “You have time to decide, I think,” he said. “I have faith you’ll make the right decision. You seem like a fast learner.” He turned away.
The thing is, I knew he must have had a wife for longer than a year if he was so upset that she’s dead. He didn’t want me to complete my destiny. He was lying so I’d do what he wanted.
But did it matter?
I sat in the darkness, thinking, and humming my favorite tune quietly to myself.
Piratecat vs. Ycore Rixle
Fast Learner
By Kevin Kulp (Piratecat)
He looked slowly around my now-littered home. One foot nudged a twitching corpse. There was moisture leaking from his eyes.
“I surrender?” he asked uncertainly.
“Okey dokey,” I said, and started humming a jaunty little tune. I made up the song myself a long time ago. It’s the only one I know, and it’s fun to sing, so I sing it a lot. “I don’t have a name. What’s yours?”
“Morro,” he said. “You killed everybody.” He sounded shocked.
I stopped humming. “Not everyone, Morro. You’re still around!” I wondered if I’d made a mistake. “Is that okay?”
He looked at me, shuddered a little, and looked at me again. “Is it okay? Yes, it’s okay. Except that you just killed my wife Sara and three of my best friends. And you killed some of them twice.” He took a gulping breath of air.
“Oh. Whoops?” I wasn’t really sure of the proper manners. I hadn’t met many people who were still living. “You can leave if you want to. It’s okay.”
“No I can’t. I don’t have any way to leave.”
“You don’t? Why not?”
“See that pile of bones over there?” My eyes bobbed in agreement. “That was Linae, our wizard. She got us down here. Without her or Griff I have no way to get home. And even if I could, I wouldn’t leave without Sara’s body.”
“Can’t you swim?”
“No. We’re a long way under water.”
“A long way from what?”
“From... have you never moved?”
“Nope. Not really. I shifted once, but it ended badly.” There was an awkward pause. “What did you mean when you said I killed them twice? I didn’t even know I could do that.”
He pointed at a mass of steaming charcoal. “Cendra was trying to attack you –”
Pain. Massive pain caused by sharpened metal. I had focused one eye and blinked very quickly. Just a tiny bit of power, not enough to deplete my carefully hoarded reserve, but more than enough to make the pain stop coming. The human screamed and grabbed her melting face, staggering backwards as her flesh rendered from the heat and wept down her face like bloody tears –
“– and you killed her just like that. She was tougher than anyone else I knew.” He snapped his fingers. I’d never seen anyone do that before, so I was pretty excited. I wished he’d do it again. “Griff ran up to bring her back to life. They were in love, so he probably figured it was important.”
“Um, what’s love?”
The man sighed, pushed half of an older skull out of the way, and sat down on a rock. He didn’t answer my question.
“So Griff ran up to heal her, and you –”
– Suddenly the tall man was standing next to the melting woman with the metal. He said words that sounded suspiciously like prayer, but not to any God I’d heard of. Golden light leapt out of his hand, bright enough to hurt. A volcano of light, and the dead woman’s wounds simply vanished. She floated a foot off of the ground, motes of liquid fire swirling around her like excited eyes, and then she was whole and healthy once again. Their eyes met for just a few seconds with a look I didn’t understand, and she reached for her sword as she started to rise and turn towards me.
So I killed her again. More thoroughly this time, not stopping until the metal melted and the bone turned sizzling black. Her friend, too. She looked a little surprised as she died the second time, so I turned –
“– and you killed them both. He plucked her soul back from the afterlife, and you burned them away like they were scraps of wood.” He was shouting now, and his voice was loud in my cave. Then he started to cry.
“What’s wood?” I asked. I got no answer. I went back to humming.
- - -
Hours later, I was learning how to make small talk.
“I’ve had a little more than thirty heroes come down to try and defeat me. It’s always fun to visit with them, but they always try to kill me first. So that makes it harder to talk.” The thought made me sad.
Morro nodded. “I can well imagine. Sara and I led this expedition because we’re technically Knights of Reef. After all the tidal waves, and that one horrible explosion that wiped out most of the inner islands, the High Governor commanded us.” He laughed, but it hadn’t been funny. “We were supposed to be the best in the city.”
“You were pretty good,” I ventured, trying to cheer him up. “I almost got nervous. That doesn’t usually happen.”
“Thanks,” he said flatly, and changed the subject. “Divinations suggested there was some sort of horrible disaster-causing, sea-smashing threat down here. We didn’t expect you. I assume you’re the guardian for the threat?”
“Nah.” I was feeling bashful. “I sort of am the threat.”
His whole body stopped moving for a few seconds, complete still. Then he turned just his head. “You caused those earthquakes and tidal waves?”
I felt funny. “Umm. Yes? I’ve been saving up for something special, but every once in a while I find myself fighting someone, and I forget myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, God made me to be a nifty magical conduit. I absorb magic from the sea, and I use it to open gates to this place with a lot of fire. It takes all my concentration not to let the magic out.” I shuffled a tentacle. “That explosion thing last year. I sort of –”
– I had never felt so full before, every pore of my being trembling with magic until it felt like I couldn’t possibly take any more, but I had to! I knew I had to, if I wanted to fulfill my purpose, just a few weeks more, but it really felt funny, and I just needed something to distract me, and I hadn’t ever really seen my reflection before. All this effort to concentrate on my restraint, but maybe I could see what I looked like if I slithered a little over to the side and actually looked in the water. Hey, I looked pretty good! Lots of eyes, and the tentacles looked really stylish, and I bet if I lifted up all my tentacles and spun around... oops, leaking, leaking away –”
“– sort of got distracted and let some of my energy out. I’d be finished here already if that hadn’t happened. I got yelled at afterwards. And usually when I’m fighting someone, I sometimes forget a little bit. That may cause problems in the water.”
“Yeah. Problems. Yelled at by who?”
“By God.”
He seemed confused. “God? Which God? There are over forty of them last time I counted, plus innumerable demigods that spring up every time someone gets a little randy and turns himself into a dolphin. Which one made you?”
My eyes spun around my body in consternation. “I’m not sure what you mean. There’s only one God, and I know him pretty well. We’re buddies. He created me and gave me my destiny. His name is Verminox.” I sighed with affection.
“Verminox?” He stared at me. “Verminox the Dark Wizard? Verminox of the Bloody Sail? Verminox the deadly evil bastard who every freaking hero in the Sea Realm has sworn an oath to one day destroy? That Verminox?”
Boy, that didn’t sound right. “...maybe? He has brown eyes. Does your Verminox have brown eyes? ‘Cause maybe they have the same name or something.”
He rubbed his forehead. “No, I don’t think so. That explains why you’re so powerful, at least, but Verminox is no God. What are you supposed to do as your destiny?”
“Boil the ocean. I should be ready early next year.” He sputtered a little. He must not have believed me. “No, Morro, really! I can feel the power building in me again. If I didn’t let too much out in that last fight, it won’t be too much longer now. Maybe you can keep me company until I do. It’ll be fun.”
There was a long pause from my new friend. “Let me get this straight. You’ve just killed everyone I care about. If you stay alive, you’ll rip open a gate to the plane of fire, so you can boil the ocean and everything in it. I have no way to hurt you. And you just invited me to keep you company.”
“Uh huh!” I confirmed, and squelched up and down a bit. “Hey, do you know any fun games? The only one Verminox plays with me is ‘Silent Aberration.’ It’s not very much fun. I can’t say anything when we play.”
“No, I imagine not.” His voice was quiet. “Thousands of people die every time you forget yourself. Probably hundreds of thousands when the central islands exploded and created a tidal wave. The beaches were full of corpses. You have to stop this.”
“Gosh,” I said, trying to shrug like I’d seen him do. I failed. No shoulders. “It’s my destiny.”
He paused. “Sorry, did I say thousands of people? I meant thousands of interesting people. Who like to play games. And tell stories.”
I squinted all the eyes that could squint. “Really?”
“Yup. There’s a special city where I’m from, named Reef. It encloses all of the sea Realm, Grand Bay to Laughing Point to Pelass. Those are just names to you, but you would love it. It is a place where the air smells like stories. The crystal roofs of buildings capture all the colors of the sky and the sea, and minarets pierce the clouds of sea mist that floats across the waves.” His voice had gotten heavy, like he was recalling a thing he loved. A thing I’d love, maybe. “The sea at sunset is the color of your central eye. In Reef, people come every year to the Grand Arena, a huge bowl of polished stone that hangs out over the sea like.. like your vent-hole hangs over your body. They spend a week there every year, telling stories and playing games. Meeting people. Laughing.” He paused. “But you probably wouldn’t like it.” He turned away.
“No, wait!” I said. “I might. Maybe. I don’t know what most of those things are. Are they good stories?”
“Sometimes. My favorite last year was the story about the creature everyone thought was a monster, but who turned out to be the most beloved prince anyone had ever known.”
I gathered in breath. “How’d it end?”
“I don’t know,” he said sadly. “I think you may have been fighting someone at the time. The sea lifted itself and smashed into the city before the storyteller could finish. I fell in the ocean, and I would have drowned if the woman who would become my wife hadn’t saved me. I owed her my life, and I loved her at first sight.” He stopped and looked at me. “I’d like to go back next year and find out how the story ends.”
We both fell silent.
“There’s a part of me that loves to destroy things,” I said slowly. “But that city sounds awfully nice.”
Morro stretched out on the ground. “You have time to decide, I think,” he said. “I have faith you’ll make the right decision. You seem like a fast learner.” He turned away.
The thing is, I knew he must have had a wife for longer than a year if he was so upset that she’s dead. He didn’t want me to complete my destiny. He was lying so I’d do what he wanted.
But did it matter?
I sat in the darkness, thinking, and humming my favorite tune quietly to myself.