Timestamp: 6th of Winter 512 Inshin shivered. The Cold embraced him softly. This, however seemed to ignite Winds jealousy, for it blew against him, and bit him in the face over and over again. And it bit hard enough for Inshin to feel it all the way into the spine. As always when he was feeling a little uneasy, Shade was standing beside him, murmuring to him about just whatever seemed to come into his mind, while Inshin worked at the Floor with ferocity, trying to make it happy, by cleaning away all the Dirt. The Dirt, however didn't always seem to want to budge away from the Floor, and it was really hard work, trying to get it all clean. He sighed, Shade seemed bent on trying to make him give it up and go out and try hunt for some food instead. He mainly tried to ignore the Despair, however, since he didn't really feel all that much like going out to hunt for what meagre animals might be out there, instead of earning money, and buy some food in the city instead. Also, he did have quite a bit of money hidden away from his rather successful life as a highwayman and robber. Being a very small nocturnal animal did have it's advantages at times. Inshin started thinking about all the items he had bought earlier. He had gone completely wild shopping, and only realized afterwards that he didn't really have anyplace to put it, while he wasn't using it, so he finally hid it in the outskirts of the city, where he'd been able to build himself a little hideout. It was actually just a piece of wood, and some blankets, hidden away behind a hole in a wall, where nobody had been for ages, judging from the depressed Rocks. He smiled dimly, his face contorting in a hideous mask, and stopped moving, thinking about his new little "home". It wasn't much, but it was good enough for him to be able to survive winter, he thought. This was an interesting, and rather fun city, and he was thrilled to see what next would happen. Suddenly he heard somebody speak to him in Nari. The One Who Spoke seemed mad, but Inshin didn't quite make out what he said. It did, however, sound something like: "OI! Get back... work!" Inshin frowned, he wasn't quite sure what a backwork was, but he didn't like the idea of talking to the One, since it seemed pretty obvious that he was a Despair. And the less you speak to Despairs, the better, Inshin had learned, and the Despair was a new one, and new Despairs sometimes just disappeared if you ignored them. "Hey! Did you hear me, scum?" The Despair had now gone over to common speech, which Inshin could understand much better, despite the heavy accent. He didn't, however, quite see why he deserved to be called 'scum'. He turned to the Despair, and scoffed. "Who are you to call me scum, you damn Despair. Now leave me alone!" The scarred man said, with the faint hope that the Despair would leave him alone, but supposing that it wouldn't. He was right on that accord. The Despair didn't leave him alone. In fact, the Despair walked up to Inshin and punched him straight in the face, making him collapse on the ground, with blood suddenly running out of his nose. "Who am I? WHO I AM TO CALL YOU SCUM??! Let me tell you something, you goddamned dek, I. Can. Call. You. What. Ever. The. Hell. I. Want. To." The Despair marked each of the last words with a brutal kick to Inshins stomache, but Inshin didn't even try to defend himself from the attack. He was far too shocked to do that. The despair had touched him! And it was hurting. He started to wail and roll around, contorting his face, just like he had been taught to do whenever somebody struck him. That gave OverDespair more money, and then he didn't hit as hard, which in the end was good. But this time, this didn't help one bit. The mans kicks just became more and more ferocious, and Inshin tried to calm him down with more intense wails, whith the result being even more kicks. |