Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-01-24 23:32:00 |
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His feet dragged, the weight pulling at the cart behind him great, and the clinking of trinkets and cages was barely muted by the cloth that each item was wrapped in. These sewers were no longer entirely safe for a smuggler like Izzial, but the man had to take a chance on it anyway. There was no reward without risk, and besides, the gil that people would pay for his finds. It would be more than enough for him to spend the rest of his life in comfort, surrounded by beautiful women, drinking the finest ale, and eating only the best meats, cheeses and breads. It was a chance any man with a bit of sense would take. Though, his paranoia was steep since the EKP, Blades, and any other number of factions had started taking shifts down here all that more seriously after the last few months. He’d have to be careful, sneaky, silent, and crazy like a fox to assure he wasn’t caught with the rare - and most likely illegal - shipment of ‘goods’ that had been passed off to him to transport into Emillion. The slow hiss that teased his ears was ignored as he tugged the cart along, knowing that his fortune would soon be made. Surely, it must be nothing more than some measly sewer rat. Yet, an assumption like that would soon be his undoing. Before Izzial knew it, the hiss grew louder, a low, deep echoing laugh rumbled, and one of the cages in the small - sleekly designed - cart began to rattle. “Shush, shush now you troublesome beast,” hissed the man, but by the time he peeked underneath the cloth covering the cage that the bomb had been trapped within, going to dose it once more with sleeping gas, it was too late. Horror colored his features as the man realized - too late - that the King Bomb was fully awake and had melted through the bars of the cage. With a scream, the cage exploded, Izzial was thrown back - his face would be scarred permanently - and the King Bomb leapt forward, floating and bobbing from side to side before beginning to shake and expand in size. “No, NO!” Izzial screamed, his voice shaking with terror and regret. Maybe taking this job wasn’t such a good idea. That would be the man’s last thought as the King Bomb exploded, collapsing a section of the ceiling above their heads, causing the street to explode upwards, and parts of it to cave down into the sewers before the monster seemed to gather back together just as quickly as it had broken apart and flew up, through the opening into the city streets looking for its next victims to burn. With the flame, explosion, and commotion now caused many commoners fled away from the site of destruction and the bomb’s body shook in - what one might consider - a form of laughter before beginning to fly at - nearly - break neck speeds down the street, trying to chase after scared and fleeing citizens. If a hume was to think it could ensnare the King of Bombs, then the King of Bombs would teach these Humes they had another think coming with bursts of fira being flung from it to nip at their heels. |