Post by ominousscientist on May 25, 2016 18:21:45 GMT
Hello! This is a continuation of the mspfa adventure alliancebound. Read it from the start here. (Due to problems w/ photobucket I will be changing all the links to imgur, so less than half of the current adventure will be unavailable until further notice)
You have some choices: A. Leave and commence cruxite operation B. Enter kitchen/living room to look for more things to take C. Pester ____ D. ___________
DETECTIVE: I, uh, suppose you have noticed the countdown clock.
Detective: And the meteors outside.
DETECTIVE: And this cruxite I'm holding. Which is very important in us not meeting an early end.
DETECTIVE: Which probably doesn't make a lot of sense but...
DETECTIVE: Could you help me, please?
He gives you an odd look before taking the cruxite, which only mildly startles you.
He explains how he noticed the meteors, but was too invested in his binge watching to care. It wasn't until he noticed you making your way outside did he decide to pause it. He didn't want you to leave the house wearing so many layers what the heck it's the middle of summer you'll get a heatstroke.
You try not to roll your eyes at his doting.
You're not sure if he notices, but he jokingly offers to give you a piggyback ride since you seem to be really busy.
"There once was a person that's mere existence seemed to be to lie and deceive. They did this by hiding the truth or warping it to fit their needs, even if it hurt those they cared about.
It came to a point where even they started to believe their own lies, as they constantly warped and hid their true intentions. Not even the closest of blood could give light to who they once were, or who they are now. But they're love of chaos caused from their pseudo truths was a habit that influenced them greatly.
Then as their web grew bigger, their power stronger, and their mouth grew wider, something they never could have guessed to happen, happened. One day in a bought of whispers the vain King had been told of the dangerous influence that they called the Conspirator. A person said to have lies so powerful they could take charge of an entire kingdom in one conversation. The King could hardly believe such a thing, but as advised by their Count the King decided to have an audience with the Conspirator. Though the mere idea seemed ridiculous after what the King had been told of their powerful lies, they were still skeptical, and wanted to experience it for themselves.
The Conspirator could hardly believe their ears when they had been told of the request, believing that it would be a trap for their misdeeds. But they answered the call, a greed for power influencing them, and twirled the ring on their finger that they had created many moons ago. Their arrival at the court was rather tentious, with the King firmly seated on his throne, gold chains and diamond rings decorating him. The throne beside him was empty, for the Queen had duties above such ridiculous meetings. He looked down on the Conspirator skeptically.
"You're the one that tells the greatest of lies, correct?" The King asked with narrowed eyes.
The Conspirator merely grinned, "Even truths can be formed from lies."
The King paused for a moment; then laughed with all his might, speaking in between laughs. "Better a joke than a lie, but I applaud your attempt!"
The Conspirator kept a small grin, a dark glint in their eye. "I tell better lies when I'm moving. Care for a walk, your highness?"
Although the request was hardly one the King should comply, he believed no harm to come from it, with his powerful scepter in hand, and agreed. Dismissing the guards with the wave of his scepter, they were left alone. They decided a walk in the garden would be best and headed there. The King listened eagerly to the Conspirator's ridiculous falsifications, growing more and more wild by the second. The King believed the Conspirator was more a fool than a threat, and prided himself in his skepticism.
They stopped at the end of the garden, where a beautiful pond resided.
"Now here is where you will fall." they chirped.
The King grew stoic, an uneasy feeling grew in his gut. "Pardon?"
The Conspirator's grin grew wider, looking around to make sure there wouldn't be a witness, then spun the ring"
It appears some rapscallion has vandalized this perfectly good book! Right when things were getting good too.
ARG, if you were to ever meet whoever cut up this perfectly good book you would give them the biggest lecture skaia has ever seen!
>Fill in the details with a vast romantic subplot.
You recollect your thoughts. Imagining the Conspirator as a sly and mysterious dersite, possibly a former exile or rogue with a stylish cloak. You also imagine that the vain king is dersite with a tendency to hide his feelings but is more beyond his harsh exterior.
The Conspirator was originally going to propose to the King with the ring, revealing their true feelings that they have had all along. With the power of heart they were able to get passed their compulsive lying to confess. The King is shocked but not surprised, for he too knew that his feelings were requited! Oh, but the King was no fool, he still had a Queen, and spoke to the Conspirator truthfully. "Oh, how I wish to return your feelings." the King said solemnly. "You can!" the Conspirator pleaded, "We will keep it a secret." Of course, this will lead to a series of angsty and mutually pining events in this daring love angle. Maybe the Queen will find a better suitor. Possibly another Queen to take comfort in. Oh, the possibilities are endless!
In reality you are well aware that such a thing would not work out well. The Conspirator was an obviously manipulative character, and had a chaotic evil archetype that you couldn't ignore in a healthy relationship. But that is what we have imaginations for, after all.