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Barnacle Corve finds himself standing on a hill overlooking a deep valley shrouded in shadows. Black shadows that have the glint of scales and the vague form of vast coils. The fog moves lazily and occasionally Corve can see through gaps in the shadows to glimpse a dark-armored army within the fog.
Corve stands there, watching. He doesn't know where he is, but he figures it's in his head. The transition was too seemless. He sticks his hands in his pocket and looks around, bouncing on his feet a little, and wondering if anyone is going to show up to be a metaphore about his current troubles.
Barnacle At the head of the army there is a figure armored in blood, carrying a black sword. His enemy, the leader of this horde. Behind that leader follow Scarlet Poppy and Falling Darkness.
Corve sniffs a little, sliding a hand out of his pocket to run it under his nose. "Is this one of those moments in which you advise me to cease my ill-conceived plans to stop you? Because if it is, man, I've got to tell you, you guys need to be less dramatic. All the shiny shadows and stuff? Distract from the message." He gives the blood-armored man a wink.
Barnacle The blood-armored figure does not respond, being a very considerable distance off, in the valley while Corve is standing on a hill overlooking the valley.
Corve isn't really thinking in three dimensions. More like five, at the moment. He steps over to the edge of the hilltop and drops down to sit, elbows on his knees and hangs hanging idly at his side. He lifts a hand and curls his fingers, beckoning the man over from the distance.
Armoured Man moves towards corve with a grace that seems surprising, though every step radiates black power, the blood of the armour shifting and and flowing in disturbing patterns as they walk.
Corve doesn't even bother standing up as the man comes nearer. Instead, he whistles a little. There's enough anger inside him to fuel a thousand years worth of revenge; he's just taking the first century or so at his leisure, so as to make sure it's all nice and planned out.
ST Sixth's voice rings in Corve's mind. "Are you just going to stand there, boy?"
Corve blinks. "I'm sitting, thank you. What do you want me to do, go over and offer him cookies?" He sighs, and pushes himself to his feet. "Not like I put in a request for a freaky dream." He starts walking over towards the armored man.
Armoured Man "She screamed, you know." The figure says by way of greeting. "But she still believes you're going to save her. So pathetic."
Corve "I'm sure she screamed. But she's got it right. I am going to save her. The only real question is whether I'm going to kill you and your ass-licking toadies before, or after."
Armoured Man The figure laughs, cruel and distorted. "Such misplaced confidence. How do you expect to defeat us?"
Corve tsks his tongue, shrugging. "Bullet to the head, in the end. I'm working out the details. Don't worry, though... it's coming along."
Armoured Man "You actually think mere bullets can stop me? As foolish as your daughter."
Corve "Why is it when I say 'bullet' you tack on 'mere' before it? And I'm the one with missplaced confidence. Heh." Corve laughs a little, shaking his head as he steps closer to the armored man, looking up. "I'm going to fill you so full of holes the sun's going to shine everywhere."
Armoured Man Corve can almost see the smile within the helmet. It's not a plesant one. "Really?" The way it's said suggests that Corve might as well have said he'd shoot through the imperial mountain.
Corve "Really." And the way Corve says that, suggests that by the time he's done with them, they'll wish he'd chosen the Imperial Mountain challenge instead. "Mind if I get your name? For the lapidary."
ST Sixth growls at Corve "You're not going to talk them to death!"
Corve sighs, and takes a step back. "All right, all right. Sheesh." He swings his rifle over and aims it at the amored man. "You want a few seconds head start? 'Cuz you know..." And then he shoots him. Twice.
Armoured Man The first shot goes through the figure's heart, sending them falling backwards. The second hits their head, shattering the helmet revealing carmine's face staring up at corve in shock as she dies.
Corve sneers. "...Keep playing games," he says, lifting his rifle again and, from the distance, shooting at tbother Falling Darkness and Scarlet Poppy. "You'll regret it soon enough."
ST The vision fades away and Corve is just laying in his bunk on the Ill-Omen.
Corve sighs as he pushes himself up. He scowls, and slips out of his bed to go find Carmine.
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