Post by Pierce on Nov 18, 2009 23:23:57 GMT -5
Pierce was standing beside the two pilots of the bug fighter he was on. His blue eyes were bright with humor and life as he glanced between the two. He had asked them a riddle and they hadn’t been able to find out the answer, rather than just giving them the answer he shrugged his shoulders. He had been spending the whole time on the small alien craft joking and entertaining the two pilots with magic and charm. He had even shown how some of his tricks worked, out of the fact they were stuck in the alien crafted tin can and going at a rather slow speed. Regardless it put Pierce on edge, he had spent the last couple years fearing the hum of the bug fighters and other alien weapons and now he was surrounded by that torturous sound. He was literally scared out of his wits.
“How about one more riddle?” He asked in a low mysterious voice, his grin widening slightly as he glanced between the two pilots. His luggage was light, two burlap clothed bags and his acoustic guitar in a hard case. He didn’t really know why he brought his guitar with him…but in the same sense he really liked playing it, it helped with his stresses. … At the same time he had a deck of cards a few coins and dollar bills, which were basically useless since the invasion. Useless unless you were planning to use them in magic tricks.
“C’mon gentlemen, I know it’s pretty boring flying this thing, what do you say?” He spoke encouragingly. The pilots looked at each other past Pierce’s head before nodding slightly. Pierce grinned in triumph as he stood up to pace along the back of the ship, thinking. Snapping his fingers suddenly he turned back with a victorious look before reciting the riddle.
“I am born in fear, raised in truth, and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth, I come to serve the cause of need. What am I?"
He paused, bringing his leather finger-less gloves to grasp at his chin in a thinking gesture as he paced along the floor of the ship. It was getting chilly, more noticeable especially when the sky fell to a gray overcast. They were flying over an ocean, the waves always looked the same every time Pierce glanced out the window. He really didn’t like flying and firmly believed that his feet, as well as the rest of humanities should stay on the ground. But he could overlook his fears if it meant helping out, fighting back against the invasion that changed everyone’s world.
“Don’t think too hard on the answer, gentlemen,” Pierce spoke out as he continued to pace in the back of the ship. He wondered what it would be like to join the animorphs, of course he couldn’t think ahead so much on it. Whoever was in charge could easily send him back with just a word, right? He would have to work hard, subconsciously he chewed on the pad of his thumb.
Again as they flew on they seemed to descend slightly, Pierce wrapped his leather jacket closer to himself, dark scarf around his neck rustling slightly. Peering past the pilots he saw the ship, a blade ship and his expression slacked in awe as he stared out at it as they got closer.
“How about one more riddle?” He asked in a low mysterious voice, his grin widening slightly as he glanced between the two pilots. His luggage was light, two burlap clothed bags and his acoustic guitar in a hard case. He didn’t really know why he brought his guitar with him…but in the same sense he really liked playing it, it helped with his stresses. … At the same time he had a deck of cards a few coins and dollar bills, which were basically useless since the invasion. Useless unless you were planning to use them in magic tricks.
“C’mon gentlemen, I know it’s pretty boring flying this thing, what do you say?” He spoke encouragingly. The pilots looked at each other past Pierce’s head before nodding slightly. Pierce grinned in triumph as he stood up to pace along the back of the ship, thinking. Snapping his fingers suddenly he turned back with a victorious look before reciting the riddle.
“I am born in fear, raised in truth, and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth, I come to serve the cause of need. What am I?"
He paused, bringing his leather finger-less gloves to grasp at his chin in a thinking gesture as he paced along the floor of the ship. It was getting chilly, more noticeable especially when the sky fell to a gray overcast. They were flying over an ocean, the waves always looked the same every time Pierce glanced out the window. He really didn’t like flying and firmly believed that his feet, as well as the rest of humanities should stay on the ground. But he could overlook his fears if it meant helping out, fighting back against the invasion that changed everyone’s world.
“Don’t think too hard on the answer, gentlemen,” Pierce spoke out as he continued to pace in the back of the ship. He wondered what it would be like to join the animorphs, of course he couldn’t think ahead so much on it. Whoever was in charge could easily send him back with just a word, right? He would have to work hard, subconsciously he chewed on the pad of his thumb.
Again as they flew on they seemed to descend slightly, Pierce wrapped his leather jacket closer to himself, dark scarf around his neck rustling slightly. Peering past the pilots he saw the ship, a blade ship and his expression slacked in awe as he stared out at it as they got closer.
