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bzarcherOSU! OSU! OSU!
Ahem. Now that that's out of the way, had a story snippet idea pop into my head driving back from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ijikeru's.
I swear, next time I see that bastard Fixer, I'm gonna box his ears down to his nose. Of course, I'm kicking myself, too.
"Don't use your guns", he says. "The people you'll be dealing with will be much less alarmed if you carry just the traditionals."
So here I am, with two cars behind me whose occupants are opening fire fairly constantly, with my Oathcharge huddled in the armored passenger seat, bullets are flashing left and right, driving at 82 miles an hour in a residential ward. My current arms? The three Sworn blades and my left foot.
Son of a bitch.
The bastards are getting closer...it's kinda ironic. 82 miles an hour through twisting residential streets (crowded with vehicles parked on the street at various angles, natch), ought to be incredibly fast. Right now, it feels like I'm crawling. I suppose having headlights filling my rear view mirror might have something to do with that.
Suddenly, my concentration snaps up as my passenger speaks.
"If we can make the Caliern Warren...."
"I know. Just stay down."
Hrm. That's an idea....it's geting colder out there, isn't it....
"Do you trust me?"
"You're my Oathsworn."
"That's not an answer. Do you trust me? It's important."
"...yes."
"Fine. Duck your head between your legs, and keep it there no matter what, unless I die."
She moves down lower, and I pull the Sword of the Oath. It's a storm blade...the surface looks like clouds swirling beneath panes of diamond, the edges glittering darkly. It might just work. I close my eyes in a calculated risk for a moment so the sword will understand what I want, and then I smash out the window with it, letting it taste the freezing night air. It feels like it's burning in my hand as I let the power rush from me, and suddenly frost begins to spill down from the blade, slicking the road, and coating my near pursuer in ice. He's spinning out....and the other one slams into him.
Lucky.
"We'll be in the Warrens in five minutes, once I slow down to regular speed and take a few crossbacks. Keep your head down until I tell otherwise, and give me directions on where you'll be safe. And if we're lucky...I won't have to try any other gambles."
Ahem. Now that that's out of the way, had a story snippet idea pop into my head driving back from
ijikeru's.I swear, next time I see that bastard Fixer, I'm gonna box his ears down to his nose. Of course, I'm kicking myself, too.
"Don't use your guns", he says. "The people you'll be dealing with will be much less alarmed if you carry just the traditionals."
So here I am, with two cars behind me whose occupants are opening fire fairly constantly, with my Oathcharge huddled in the armored passenger seat, bullets are flashing left and right, driving at 82 miles an hour in a residential ward. My current arms? The three Sworn blades and my left foot.
Son of a bitch.
The bastards are getting closer...it's kinda ironic. 82 miles an hour through twisting residential streets (crowded with vehicles parked on the street at various angles, natch), ought to be incredibly fast. Right now, it feels like I'm crawling. I suppose having headlights filling my rear view mirror might have something to do with that.
Suddenly, my concentration snaps up as my passenger speaks.
"If we can make the Caliern Warren...."
"I know. Just stay down."
Hrm. That's an idea....it's geting colder out there, isn't it....
"Do you trust me?"
"You're my Oathsworn."
"That's not an answer. Do you trust me? It's important."
"...yes."
"Fine. Duck your head between your legs, and keep it there no matter what, unless I die."
She moves down lower, and I pull the Sword of the Oath. It's a storm blade...the surface looks like clouds swirling beneath panes of diamond, the edges glittering darkly. It might just work. I close my eyes in a calculated risk for a moment so the sword will understand what I want, and then I smash out the window with it, letting it taste the freezing night air. It feels like it's burning in my hand as I let the power rush from me, and suddenly frost begins to spill down from the blade, slicking the road, and coating my near pursuer in ice. He's spinning out....and the other one slams into him.
Lucky.
"We'll be in the Warrens in five minutes, once I slow down to regular speed and take a few crossbacks. Keep your head down until I tell otherwise, and give me directions on where you'll be safe. And if we're lucky...I won't have to try any other gambles."
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Mmmm, Yatta.
Date: 2003-01-03 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-04 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-04 07:18 am (UTC)For example, the swords can only be used (magically) every 24 hours. They'll still cut and slice, but not magic.
The other two blades:
Flame dagger (Blade of Trust): Looks like black metal with lava glowing inside it.
Soul knife (Blade of Resolve): Looks like an ivory blade, but glows a bit in dim light. Typically used either as last resort, or to ensure that the Oathsworn and his Oathcharge will -not- be taken alive.