Re: Moon's Order: Ramen, Blue Thunder, Jester, ES
Ramen summoned a boulder from the sandy ground, levetating it in front of him for a moment before thrusting his hands in the direction of the robot. The robot was a sturdy creature, and hadn't a hope of avoiding the direct hit. He was one of many though, a swarm of recently re-activated jail-bots, and Ramen was caught in the wrong moment at the wrong time. He turned, facing what was now the bulk of the metallic horde. He shouted a number of magical incantations very fast, a similiar desert boulder rising up, and then...
Ramen's eyes opened again. His stance was exactly the same, his mouth still open from those incantations only a second ago. The boulder was there too, floating in mid-air, suspended somewhat serenely in the air. But this was not Erd.
Ramen left the boulder fall to the ground, which was dusty as his previous battle-place's floors. His surroundings were open though, a derelict village with no life about. Some building still bore the signs of a previous era, but most buildings were missing doors and windows.
Ramen looked up at the clear, blue sky. It was sunny, and he would have happily reclined here if it wasn't for one niggling little thought that had appeared in his head.
"Sem..." Ramen muttered. He remembered it all now. The Moon Order, one half of a raging war. And he was part of it. At least, Ramen thought, he had some notion of what he had to do.
The boy ran his hand through his shoulder legnth, sandy-brown hair now. He closed his eyes and basked in the sunlight. He was even dressed for the occasion. Erd, his desert home, was hot and dry, and Ramen, dressed in a froggy-print vest, white trousers, and sandals, was ready for it.
As his hand moved along his head, Ramen felt something odd. A cord. He opened his eyes again, his hand following the cord downwards to it's source. Ramen didn't open his eyes, it turned out. He had opened his eye.
Ramen's mouth fell open in shock, How could he forget. His toll for entering the Moon Order. His robotic eye. Ramen swore, his hand clutching where his metal replacement used to rest.
A crackled of what sounded like electricity startled Ramen from his thoughts.
"Ah," Ramen remarked "Blue Thunder."
Ramen walked down an alley, derelict long before the rest of the city probably, to the source of the sound.
"Good day," Ramen saluted, mock-cheerily "It looks like we're partnered together on this one~!"