《Fallen Kingdom》The self, an reflection, sometimes foreign, sometimes unknown, sometimes unchanged (6)
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Name pokes the ice mage’s cheeks. Back to normal, her eyes blue with a bit of red at the bottom. “Are you sure she’s not dead?”
“Hrrrrrrr….” the priest replied. Their arms across their chest, if Name didn’t see evidence to the contrary, she would think they are permanently fused together that way.
“Arggggghhhhh!” Name exclaimed grasping her hair. “I can’t understand you!!!!! Please learn faster stupid brain”
“Oi, Oi, Oi! That’s my head as well idiot.”
“Ah! Sorry. Still not used to having another voice in my head.” a bit embarrassed, Name nervously laughed.
“Tch, what are you saying? I’m always here, you’ll just not stuff aware enough to separate my ramblings from your thoughts…I forget I can’t flick you on the forehead.”
“Nooooo! Please don’t!!!” Name ducked covering her forehead.
The priest just stared at Name, wide-eyed as they only see Name talking to herself like a madman, and slowly backing away. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I Anoion dpsirno asgisnd soine rvodanjn iandoaif”
“Idiot.”
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!! My Image is ruinnnnned” Name kneeled and proceeded to curl up into the fetal position
“What do you mean? Your image has been ruined from beginning to end, I mean who is airheaded enough to walk in without any clothes on? Seriously, I mean most people would at least cover themselves for protection, no not you, the first thing you contempt the moment you stepped out of the pod is: oooh! whether I should punch this tree or not” (Fake) Name did her best impression of Name for the last part.
“IT’S NOT!”
“Oh really?”
Name gave her best pouty face.
“Uh-huh. Yeah, that’s not gonna work on me.”
“Oh, come on! I tried my best!”
“Sorry, but your best isn’t enough.” Fame (Fake Name aka (Fake) Name) said smugly
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“NNNNN!!! BAKABAKABAKASTUPID*****BAKABAKA…”
“Hahaha! Where in the nine hells did you learn that. Are you pulling from my vocabulary? That’s hilarious.” Fame just died laughing as Name continue to whine.
“Nnnng.”
Both Fame and Name turned their head towards the ice mage.
“Let me handle this.” Fame said
Name nodded and closed her eyes as her iris turned crimson once more.
The ice mage opened her eyes and rubbed her eyes. It took a moment for her to register she is in an unfamiliar environment. Quickly she jumped up back on her feet.
“Who’s there?!?!! Where am I?!?!!! State your affiliations!!!” ACK! Where’s my gear?!?!!!”
“Woah there claim down young lady. We took your gear to better care for you, at least those idiot priests tried, you’ll be save as long as you cooperate.”
The Ice Mage turned to the sound of the familiar voice.
“Synthesis!” she growled and dashed towards Fame. Only to get a super-charged flick to her forehead, knocking her head backward as her body fell forwards. “Oowwwww…” the ice mage sniffled as she covered head. “wait... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!!!!” Ice mage shouted get back on her feet.
Fame just held her at an arm’s reach and yawned. “SIT.” with a certain gravitas to her voice, letting go of the ice mage’s head and point down. Signaling the mage to sit down or else.
“yes.” the ice mage squealed out quietly, suddenly afraid.”
“Good” Fame smiled and the atmosphere lightened.
“Now, where are you?”
“The enemy camp.” the ice mage responded as quickly as she is sweating bullets
“Now what are you suppose to do at an enemy camp?”
“Not make a fuse, wait for an opportunity to strike or escape.”
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“Good, good.” Fame’s smile grew larger “Now what did you do?”
“I-- wait a minute…” The ice mage squinted before coming to a realization. “WHY THE HELL AM I LISTENING TO YOU?!?!?!!! YOU’RE NOT MY SUPERIOR ANYMORE!!!”
“Up up up up!”
“yes.” The ice mage quickly returned to her previous position.
“Now…” Fame said, taking her time to mess with the ice mage. “The answer is… I dunno.” Name turned around, tilt her head, and shrugged.”
The ice mage collapsed as if a weight has been lifted off her.
“There there. Feel better now?” Fame said patting the mage’s head.
“HOLD ON!” The mage grabbed Fame’s hand and threw it towards her feet. “I DON’T YOUR PITY!!!” The mage only got another flick on her forehead for that remark.
“In all seriousness, it’s because you are still recovering from the stupid amount of magic you used. I won’t even be here if it isn’t the same for me, but even if you are better than me at ICE magic, I’m still better than you at physical combat and the other attribute, not to mention your shoddy control, I mean its the first time I tried using it and I can just easily...not this again.”
At this point, the ice mage just felt like a clown being toyed around by an idiot of a superior. Even if her memory loss is real, she is still being played like a puppet by her and it frustrates her to no end. How is she still this strong? Am I really just this weak? Does it really not matter how much advantage she has, she will always be defeated by this daft, insensitive… ow!
The ice mage snapped out of her train of thought and took a look at Synthesis.
“Oi, don’t drift off to wonderland when I’m talking to you, in fact, don’t think too hard about anything…”
That foolish superior, even if she has forgotten everything, she’s still the same. Always the same. Form her attitude, to her manner of speech.
“How are you still alive?!?!?!!!! We thought we destroyed every one of your facilities and subunits, Damaging your body to the point of no return!!!! How can there still be more of your subunits even malfunctioning?”
“Eh? Really? I don’t care about things I don’t even remember. So keep the chit chat to a minimum and ask the important question here.”
“How the in the nine hells did you track me down here, and why are you so intent on killing us?”
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