********************~Oh My, You Dance So Well!~********************
The stone was Pumice with a few shards of basalt thrown-in for good measure and as
Boy In A Dress landed head-first onto the green-lined floor, he urged himself to pick
a better piece -next time.
"Stone-Wishing..." Carimono said from the chair ahead of the sprawled Man/Girl "...is
a very old craft, I didn't think anyone used it anymore" BIAD adjusted his dress and rose
to his knees, the ground seemed to be made-up of black and grey tiles with strange eerie
-glowing green threads dividing them.
The two males looked at each other in the quiet gloom and it may have well remained
that way forever, if the yellow sparks hadn't shown overhead.
"Oh that's just another friend of mine aboard The Yyrdyl" Carimono whispered as he watched
BIAD's head scanning the blackness above. "My plan is almost complete" he said confidently
and crossing his legs, he seemed bemused at something.
"Stand up Devil, stand up and be the proud Overseer that we know you will become" the
low voice came from the chair, BIAD's head whirled with confusing thoughts of what to do.
Carimono's eyes glowed with an inner-light as he enjoyed the sight before him, he would
now take the Neo's accomplice and move onto the little Vithian.
Surely, slaying the Witch-Gray would bring Nenothtu's Time-traveller to-heel.
Boy In A Dress stood up and waited for the next moment. He had brought the stranger out
of the reality and into a place between realities, Neno and Tibbs were back there -alone with
the Wolves, but he had faith that the GunMan would take care of the situation.
This was his situation.
"I have seen your future and..." Carimono smiled as he eyed the figure before him "...it is
quite scene... quite a scene" he emphasised.
With a wave of his hand, the sky became sackcloth and then the nightmare-faces began
to loom. Black empty-eyes gazed down at The Boy In A Dress and as he stared back,
Carimono whispered "may I introduce you to your minions?"
BIAD stood with red-lips agape.
The surroundings were now of blind-hopelessness and the Man/Girl looked at the eternal
sea of damned-sorrowful faces, each one a scar on his heart.
"Oh now, don't blame yourself..." Carimono assured confidently "...For you will be the
one they will obey and wish to be with, you will revel in your time"
A faint glow bloomed out above BIAD and there, crouched among unknown shadows,
the shape of who BIAD was supposedly to become -grinned across the void.
The image became clearer and if BIAD could weep, he would have at that moment.
'But, what of your friends...?' -he heard his Creator whisper and the miserable feeling solidified into
cold rage. It was time.
BIAD clenched his fingers and quietly said "Get up" The Man from The End of Time raised
his eyes in mock-surprise "You wish to sit at the throne now?" he whispered sarcastically
and broadened his grin, the Man/Girl had seemed to have gathered himself.
"You wish to be the Neo, you wish to take his place?" BIAD hissed softly and stretched his
neck until it clicked, the imitation of his friend earlier and the likeness was remarkable.
Carimono leaned forward, sighed as he rose and straightened his grey coat. Clearing his
throat, he asked seriously "Are you ready -my friend?"
BIAD took a step backwards and readied himself "I am" he answered.
It was fast, the high-kicks and forearm-blocks were a blur and BIAD knew he had a fight on
his hands. Carimono countered all of the Man/Girl's manouvres as they moved across the
floor, it was almost a dance between the Devil and The false-Neo.
"Faster" BIAD hissed and the tempo quickened, Carimono went low and attempted to bring
BIAD down by taking his legs out beneath him. The hair-swirling hermaphrodite jumped out
the attack and the fight continued, fists hit muscle and calves clashed with swinging-feet.
An onlooker would see the two men using ancient hand-to-hand combat and to a novice,
he or she would marvel at the ferocity and speed of the fighters in the middle of time.
"Come on" the scarlet-lips goaded and ducking a swinging round-house, a straight-fingered
hand adorned with pretty-red nails narrowly missed piercing Carimono's throat, BIAD twisted
his mouth in annoyance and kept up the pace.
On and on they fought, back and forth they strode, the man in the grey coat spun like a
dirvish and crashed a well-aimed foot into the side of his opponent's hip.
Recoiling from the pain, the Permo-wig struck out in self-defense, but BIAD urged his locks
not to intervene, this was a fair fight.
The nails did acquire skin and the gouge that ran down from Carimono's left-eye brought a
grunt of pain as he pulled away from the slashing talons.
They fought on.
edit on 31-5-2012 by A boy in a dress because: Someone stole my reason!