Snippet #1519033

It gets more haunted? That's like, double-haunted!! Or something.

"Did you hear that, Lorelei?! Ghosts! We're totally gonna see dead people, and then we'll get to run away from them while screaming at the top of our lungs! Or we could become bffs with them. It depends on if they're soul-devouring jerks or not."

Lorelei immediately made an O: face, as much as a Lorelei could anyways (which is not at all) to mirror her BFF. An :O face which then shortly afterward broke into a series of ecstatic Lorelei-pattented pantomimes long before any accompanying thought process had begun.

Ghosts! Ghosts! How wonderfully terrifying and terrifyingly wonderful that word did sound! Lorelei had never met a ghost (or new what they were) up until now! How exciting! How dreadfully exciting!

Immediately regaining her composure mid-swan-bumblebee-pancake-pose Lorelei cleared her throat, turning towards (probably much to his dismay) Mr. Aardvark.

"Ghosts you say! Why how frightening!" Lorelei upbeat voice and clasped hands conveying the exact opposite as to what she was saying.

"I am absolutely terrified of ghosts as you might expect from a woman of my upbringing." Tilting her head back she put the back of a hand to her forehead, then paused mid-motion, "buuuuuuut--"

Then in a lightning-quick maneuver which speed verged on the usage of time dilation, Ardin would find his hands clasped in another pair which wouldn't take no as an answer, "If you insist Nette and I would be more than glad to swallow our fear and assist in your search. A friend in need is its own reward as the saying goes!"

Plan "make him think you are a delicate flower while still at the same time offering to helping him plus having the chance to meet and befriend ghosts post burger edition"? Total success.

Lorelei then noted her friend's sudden elation despite no visible reason and immediately concluded that Nette had spontaneously gained subconscious information via the indirect medium of a higher-dimensional being merely observing information which would cause Nette to rejoice elsewhere, then observing Nette. Though there was no way for Nette to detect the higher-dimensional being and the higher-dimensional being probably wasn't expressively recounting the event or even thinking about it, the mere act of observation had effected Nette on a fundamental and invisible level that both she and higher being shared but were unaware of and unable to consciously access and the information had been passed through it. Then Lorelei immediately forgot the entire ridiculous concept as soon as quickly as she had thought about it.



What makes a hero?

Clomp...clomp...clomp...

Is it being loved by others? In that case, problem. "Others" is far too unreliable for me. While I have no qualms with being that kind of a hero, and though I certainly am, let's say there is a super cool awesome manly hero among heros who is loved by everyone. Now lets say that somehow that hero is wakes up in a strange world and is told that the reality that he was a hero in doesn't matter and may or may not have all been a dream. Is he still a hero?

Clomp clomp clomp.

The wind was mild, something that wouldn't have been expected when seeing how the strange neon clouds above were being whipped around. Or maybe the weather itself was different as well.

Is it striking down evil wherever it lurks? While a stock example it is far too limited. What if evil isn't always apparent? What if to get to the evil which kidnapped you it would require you to strike down any number of others in the exact same situation as you? While you could be a hero, at what cost would it be at?

Rustle rustle rustle.

While the foliage seemed normal enough it was also very annoying how it was everywhere. This wind isn't helping either.

Then is it doing the right thing no matter what? Regardless of the situation, there is always choices that can be described as more moral than the rest. The problem being with that is morals and their standards are far too subjective. You can choose to do what you believe in but if nobody can agree with you, I can't call you a hero.

Rustle rustle clomp clomp

Damnit! Does this forest go on forever or something?!

Clomp clomp rustle rustle.

So what does make you a hero then?

Ah! A light!

Clomp clomp clomp!

Hell if I know. I just am one.

From a forest of palm trees among other things, a very strange sight would be seen at the random body of water today as a man with a star-shaped head burst through running, then subsequently collapsed on the shore.

"Ha...ha...Finally...out...of... that...damned....forest." Lying on his back with his eyes squinted as though in pain the star-man panted.

A while passed and all that could be heard was the sound of waves and ragged panting, before it just became the sounds of waves. Not rising from nor fixing his position the star-man simply lied there facing the surreal neon sky.

"Haaa~" A sigh escaped his star-head, his brow furrowed in the international sign of being troubled, "the hell's with this place?"

A moment passed before finally sitting up from his position, pushing against the sand with his two muscular hands which each bore an "X" on the backside. Facing the random body of water and its reflection of the absurd sky he looked at it meaningfully for a while.

"I wonder if I can swim back to Paptera?" His voice serious he gazed outwards to the incoming waves.

Then as if to answer is own question his eyes closed and a self-defeated smile appeared on his star-face and a short chuckle escaped. Getting up and dusting of his pants he turned towards a large structure in the distance.

"But even if I could," he spoke with an amused voice with the slightest edge of hostility to it.

"I would have to punch who ever brought me here in the first place once in the face as a 'thank you' first" His voice slightly strained as he stretched, seemingly having a destination in mind.

He exhaled once loudly then set off towards wherever he was going.

Then he noticed it.