The performance was stupendous. Even the few sour notes the “bard” had tooted in outrage during the routine had been added seamlessly in. Everyone was cheering uproariously, cheering and clapping for all they were worth. Then loud thunderclaps broke out over the scene, despite the clear blue sky and shining sun. By the third thunderclap, a huge figure had appeared on stage behind Sun, clapping for the performance it had seen.
“Beautiful! Beautiful! In my career, there have only been a few mortals who have matched your skill and seamless grace in the art!” cried the mysterious figure passionately, wiping tears from its eyes. This being was definitely huge, but instead of being imposing, he stuck out as being awfully... Flabby. Several of the viewers with origins from Leaf Bud City were initially alarmed at the specter's appearance, mistakenly thinking their king was desperate enough for tax money to personally chase them to the Kingdom of Moon Orchid.
Moon took advantage of his knighthood training to disdainfully glance at this mammoth and ask, “And who might YOU be? To properly pay homage to an admired performer, one should not become zealous enough to steal their spotlight.”
The flabby figure smirked and bowed. “I am a god. The God of Dancing!” Following his dramatic statement, he struck a pose that caused his prodigious stomach to wobble and for the crowd to turn green at the sight of all those rolls of fat in motion.
Before Earth could run around the corner to cough up the remainders of his last meal, Storm whispered not so quietly, “Don't offend him. He's still friendly with the God of War.”
“Indeed I am! The God of War and I are brothers of the same art. What is warfare but a complicated dance of ingenuity and stratagems, with the tragic and passionate stories of countless souls woven in? Combat is a body moving fluidly to the metronome of clashing swords and spears, and your performance decides the outcome of your survival. Both of Us admire the same characteristics in a person! Strength! Agility! Grace! And the ability to pick yourself off the floor to dance again!”
“That brings me to my main point.” The god reached forward and took Sun's hand. “You have clearly exemplified these traits admirably and I would like to appoint you as the head of my new church! Although we are a small group, you clearly share the same fervor for life and motion as we do. I am honored to have you as my greatest follower!”
The situation to the performers was entirely ludicrous. The Sun Knight heading two churches? Worse, one of the gods would be some tub of lard who wanted him to belly dance more! However, considering that the Son of the God of War, who also should have shown the appreciated traits, had been scaring children all day with his clown outfit and his grotesquely painted face, the possibility of the belly dancer Sun Knight didn't seem to be so far fetched anymore. But nevertheless...
The Spotlight Troupe's knight ripped the helmet and visor off his head to say his proclamation more clearly and shook out his long blue hair. “We cannot allow for you to take Sun to a different church to live. He belongs with us, to the God of Light, and to the followers of the Church of the God of Light. I will uphold his freedom to live the life he chooses in the name of my position as the Storm Knight of the God of Light! We can never lose the Sun Knight!” ~~~ Hooray for mostly descriptive scenes! That way I don't have to make the characters talk and make them OOC. I hope the next person makes the story take off! Sorry about blowing Storm's cover. The others will probably have to support him too as their real selves.
Re: Reply 2 Story 2: A Mission
“Beautiful! Beautiful! In my career, there have only been a few mortals who have matched your skill and seamless grace in the art!” cried the mysterious figure passionately, wiping tears from its eyes.
This being was definitely huge, but instead of being imposing, he stuck out as being awfully... Flabby. Several of the viewers with origins from Leaf Bud City were initially alarmed at the specter's appearance, mistakenly thinking their king was desperate enough for tax money to personally chase them to the Kingdom of Moon Orchid.
Moon took advantage of his knighthood training to disdainfully glance at this mammoth and ask, “And who might YOU be? To properly pay homage to an admired performer, one should not become zealous enough to steal their spotlight.”
The flabby figure smirked and bowed. “I am a god. The God of Dancing!” Following his dramatic statement, he struck a pose that caused his prodigious stomach to wobble and for the crowd to turn green at the sight of all those rolls of fat in motion.
Before Earth could run around the corner to cough up the remainders of his last meal, Storm whispered not so quietly, “Don't offend him. He's still friendly with the God of War.”
“Indeed I am! The God of War and I are brothers of the same art. What is warfare but a complicated dance of ingenuity and stratagems, with the tragic and passionate stories of countless souls woven in? Combat is a body moving fluidly to the metronome of clashing swords and spears, and your performance decides the outcome of your survival. Both of Us admire the same characteristics in a person! Strength! Agility! Grace! And the ability to pick yourself off the floor to dance again!”
“That brings me to my main point.” The god reached forward and took Sun's hand. “You have
clearly exemplified these traits admirably and I would like to appoint you as the head of my new church! Although we are a small group, you clearly share the same fervor for life and motion as we do. I am honored to have you as my greatest follower!”
The situation to the performers was entirely ludicrous. The Sun Knight heading two churches? Worse, one of the gods would be some tub of lard who wanted him to belly dance more! However, considering that the Son of the God of War, who also should have shown the appreciated traits, had been scaring children all day with his clown outfit and his grotesquely painted face, the possibility of the belly dancer Sun Knight didn't seem to be so far fetched anymore. But nevertheless...
The Spotlight Troupe's knight ripped the helmet and visor off his head to say his proclamation more clearly and shook out his long blue hair. “We cannot allow for you to take Sun to a different church to live. He belongs with us, to the God of Light, and to the followers of the Church of the God of Light. I will uphold his freedom to live the life he chooses in the name of my position as the Storm Knight of the God of Light! We can never lose the Sun Knight!”
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Hooray for mostly descriptive scenes! That way I don't have to make the characters talk and make them OOC. I hope the next person makes the story take off! Sorry about blowing Storm's cover. The others will probably have to support him too as their real selves.