Joksedn the TCL Doomling and Curio, the Rat of Blinding Speed!
give ya 3 guesses who curio's named after.
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Joksedn wrote:A young feeder rat sat stubbornly in a deep crevice of a tanked snake's wooden hut, telepathically bombarding the snake with a shipload of gnarly cusses- most of which probably went un-received seeing as rats and snakes are not generally capable of telepathy.
They were at a sort of impasse. There was nowhere to run to, but as long as he was stuck in there the snake couldn't reach him.
He had been bought away from his birth-clan, only for his new owner to dump him into a tank with a predator. A predator that didn't even belong to the human that was sitting it. This was utter crap, and he refused to give the snake, or its handler the convenience of going down without a spat.
"If there be any deity who patrons sheer spite, I call on ye to aid me in showing this scaly twit what for," the rat chattered angrily. His bellyaches were interrupted only by the sudden, unforeseen presence of what appeared to be a bite-sized, bug-winged human in a tutu.
"Hail ye, rodent. I be Trolzja, patron of hate, spewer of what-fors. Your irkness amuses me. Name a boon, and ye shall have it."
the hideous fairy bellowed as loud as its shrill little voice would allow, practically dancing as it spoke.
Though fascinated by the dramatically clumsy movements of the pint-sized deity, the rat was able to pull his brain away from it long enough to think on what it had said. If there was one thing he wanted to do, what would it be? Maybe he could turn the snake into a monkey.. but would that be demeaning enough? It'd probably just get used to it. He could turn into a giant godzilla rodent.. but then he couldn't fit into such convenient nooks. There was one other thing that crossed his mind; from the tank, he could see the human who tended it sat nearby, staring into a glowing block day and night as little humans ran across stabbing eachother. Whenever the human's little person got stuck, he'd just tap a few keys in and bam! He could walk through walls. He could walk on thin air. When he passed, corpses froze solid standing up. When he dropped watermelons they would float in mid-air as if gravity simply didn't exist. And the rat wanted that. Killing the snake would teach it nothing, but defying its imminence? What could possibly anger it more? The thought rang so sweet to him he nearly leaped out of his skin to think that he may have it.
"I see a spark." The dancing slob commented through a rotten, cheesy smirk. "Made up your mind, little one?"
Ignoring the irony of being called 'little' by a creature the size of a beetle, the rat admitted his choice of boon, hardly able to squeak clearly through his trollish glee.
"TCL!" He squealed, flailing his stubby arms, wiggling his tiny fingers, twitching his angry little toes.
The fairy raised a brow... it was not familiar with this 'TCL', but the rat had named it, and the magics would find it, regardless of the fairy's own knowledge on the term.
"So be it, little one. May spite spread in your wake!" the creature bellowed, once again flaunting its comically shrill voice.
With a ferocious toot and a cloud of eggy smoke, the fairy was gone, and the rat felt a spiteful glee wash over him. With a thought, the wood that crowded him faded before his form. He was no longer confined to that splintery space.
Cackling maniacally, he simply up and walked through the wood, and the very walls of the tank. He circled the air around the tank, humoring over the confused and terrified expression of the snake as it watched this bizarre little rat prance around it on thin air. The strangeness was enough to send the snake swiveling back into the very shelter the rat had just ran out of, and may well have caused it a religious epiphany.
And he wanted to bring down upon that snake the terror of the old gods. But it occurred to him that the snake couldn't move beyond the glass, even if it were to try and fight back. It was boring him. But what could move about and make some fun, was if he bothered the handler instead.
He turned quick on his stubby little heels and scampered across the air, lunging onto the nearby human whom, up until that point, had been so deeply engrossed in its electronic activity that it hadn't even noticed the rat was out. Well, now it did, and it nearly crapped its pants in response, as the rat sunk his angry little teeth into the human's earlobe, before running away and hiding within a nearby wall to watch and giggle as the human still flailed about. It had no bloody clue what had hit it, or where he had gone- only that something definitely had hit it, otherwise it wouldn't have holes in its ears.
And with that, the rat took his leave. Sure, he could stay and torment the snake and its handler, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be as fun the second time around. As he scampered into the sunrise, upsidedown, nearly thirty feet in the air, and no doubt causing multiple passers-by below to question their sobriety, he contemplated the playful havoc he was soon to wreak.
And thus was borne Joksedn, TCL rat of floating watermelon doom and confuser of anyone he meets, whose terrifying but not quite hazardous reign had only just begun!
Curio's story... wip, the rat of blinding speed!
