Well, I tried my hand at one for Liosan out of boredom. Tad bit long, I think. Feel free to ignore
The fruit vendor stared over the river, focusing on the line he had cast into its water. Two old boots (both left side) and a variety of squid he had never seen before, spouting angry red ink when caught. It was better than seeing a stranger getting shot in front of your stall. Those rebels were overdoing it, he thought. What's wrong with a civil protest? Much better for business.
He had managed to salvage what was left of his crate. What was left of his marriage was an entirely different matter, but right now, his heart couldn't take another row with the wife. And so, here he was. Staring at the water. On the other side of the river, a mob had gathered. The vendor rather hoped they wouldn't chase the fish away.
A reed moved at an alarming pace towards him. Not very fast, mind you, but plants shouldn't move anyway, apart from in the wind, of course. The reed suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced by the head of a guy, his features obscured by a torn stocking. The lillies in its flower pattern were such an odd detail, the vendor mused.
"The wheel of fortune turns round incessantly, and who can say to himself, "I shall today be uppermost." the weirdo whispered. He continued to rise, showing he was wearing pyjama's, which were probably hospital green a decade ago.
"Eh... what?"
"It's an eastern saying, you dolt!" the stranger screamed. "Can't you see, I'm a ninja!"
"A what?"
"I'm a freaking martial artist and bad ass assassin who can kill people during the day if I get the catch phrase right! Now, what was it... something with 'how my father wasn't worth me', I think."
Behind the stranger, the vendor saw people crossing the river on a hastily commandeered fisher boat. Their target was the lunatic in front of him.
"so why are you running from that crowd?" he asked
"because people say I love spam, which is a ridiculous suggestion, as all the best ninja's only eat tofu!"
In the prow, a shadowy figure raised a harpoon, then threw it. Amazingly, the ninja caught the motion out of the corner of his eye, and turned, then jumped up, shouting: "I've been drinking pepsi for years to keep myself in top condition, even when I was imprisoned in Mohinder, so you really need to do better than this, a harpoon to the back is sooooo stereotypical, a real killer would come up with something better." Upon hitting the water, he attempted a somersault and landed face first in the dirt instead. He never rose, as instead, a white-grey squid slithered over his face. The white-grey was a rather nasty poisoned variety, too, but it did restore peace and quiet.
The vendor examined the pyjama's. Not pyjama's after all, it was a straightjacket. Just another escaped lunatic from the asylum boats. Maybe those stone prisons with iron bars in front of tiny windows weren't such a bad innovation after all, the vendor mused.
Liosan (Grief) is dead.
He was Innocent.
This post has been edited by Tapper: 26 November 2008 - 08:35 PM
Everyone is entitled to his own wrong opinion. - Lizrad
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And mine wasn't to real to start with. I just wanted a response from Liosan.
