little wheel

Hesseeri tried and tried, but with all his strength, he couldn’t get Mace off of him. He decided he would have time for retribution later, and let Jaco take over his body again. “Why are you on top of me? You have quite a heavy body,” Jaco mused, confuses as to why he was on the ground.

One thing Hesseeri couldn’t deal well with. Dizziness. He began vomiting, smearing bile on the walls of the basement.

A punch. Hard in the middle of the sternum. Not enough to kill a man, but enough to make him wish he was dead.

Hesseeri ripped off the fabric where Mace’s hand was holding on and kicked him in the shin with the force of six men. It hurt. Bad.

Hesseeri was ready for every eventuality, and walking with the lights out was something anyone who had lived as long as he had could do with ease. He used Jaco’s abilities as a Siah Aimian to adjust his eyesight, giving him cat-like night vision.

Hesseeri awoke to splash of cold water on his face. Mistake one on his captors’ part. Hesseeri hates the cold. Mistake two: he was chained to a chair, in what seemed to be a basement. Sound would be blocked from coming out, good for Hesseeri, not so much for his captors’ lives. Hesseeri focused his hearing, closing his eyes and listening. “Mace, he’s awake,” he heard a voice inform. “A bucket of ice water does that to people, Storm,” this Mace character replied. “Of course it would, especially when you throw the bucket at them too, fool,” Storm reprimanded. “You think some rope will keep me down! I will not be restrained!” Hesseeri yelled. “Looks like our friend Jaco decided to stop speaking all rhymey-whymey, eh Storm?” Mace joked. “You think I am Jaco? You think this bag of worthless flesh could actually speak straight and get something done? You are wronger than wrong, sir, although I doubt you deserve being called that... Mace Klasten. That’s right, I know exactly who you are. My little pawn Jaco here shows me everything I need to know,” Hesseeri ominously informed. “And I don’t think these little things you call restraints can hold me down for much longer, fool.” And with that, Hesseeri snapped his restraints and broke out with a punch, catching Mace in the nose and sending him all the way across the room, making a sickening cracking nose when he hit the wall.

Jaco reached up to push some cake into his mouth, and in doing so, blocked a shard of glass from slicing anywhere but the side of his arm. Which happened. And it hurt. “Ow, you cow, go cool yourself down!” Jaco yelled through a mouthful of cake. He ran blindly into a wall, knocking himself out cold.

A voice echoed in Jaco’s head... Kick behind you... Jaco fell onto his back, with his feet facing the oncoming Mace, and kicked with both feet the moment Mace collided with him. Mace was shot back down the alley, and slammed into a wall. Jaco did not know where that burst of strength had come from, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Get a away today, get a way tomorrow, it’s my soul that has been borrowed!” Jaco screamed as Mace was chasing him.

Jaco rushed past Mace to the flour storage and began throwing the flour everywhere, into the air, spreading it out on the counters, making sure nothing was to clumped together, and then lit a flame from the tip of his finger. “Flour power!” Jaco proclaimed, as the bakery exploded. He had everything planned out, to make sure no one died, so that Storm and Mace just got hurt.

“Little man? I’m 6 foot 10? Will this routine not ever end? There is a man inside my skull, he talks and and talks and never stops, I really think I’ll meow my top!” Jaco was angry. He was done with Mace, and someone was going to get hurt. Jaco jumped up and threw a punch into Mace’s throat at an inhuman speed.

“What’s with the tea? Why pour it on me? Why don’t you just put me in therapy?” Jaco questioned.

“Silly Billy went willy-nilly all the way down the hill. He took a stop, his finger he chopped, with blood the well did fill!” Jaco responded to Storm. A little human-shaped spren flew out of nowhere, and said to Storm “Ey, Stormy fellow, stay away from my little human! He’s mine now and I ain’t lettin’ someone else take ‘im from me!” Brand yelled, and attempted to swat Storm with his hands.

Count me in.

“Mace, mage, rage, cage, that’s where I should be! Lock me in a cold cell, steel bars 1, 2, and 3,” Jaco answered, as if this answer was completely normal.

“So, Mace, you want some bread? I think I should be dead. Stop drop and roll have saved my life, except I rolled onto a knife!” Jaco mumbled through a mouth full of bread.

Jaco was standing in a bakery. A bit dangerous, since flour could catch fire easily in the right conditions. He knew he was close to Mace, so he grabbed two loaves of bread and shoved them down his mouth, because Jaco hadn’t eaten in five days.

“Where is Mace Klasten? For our meeting, I have been fasting!” Jaco cried. “I must speak to a poet, and I know it! And I will show it!” he screamed again. These cries were cries for help, begging someone to save him. This man was not in the best state of mind. Also, his hair was on fire. As were his clothes. And his everything.

One of my friends named his sword Nova Donis Pacem, which means “The Gifts of Peace”, which is pretty cool.

Atlantis Complex much?

Oh hello. May I be blessed with a cookie of fortune?

Got anything special for a fellow Rogue?