Backdated to just after The Calling
What to make of it all?
Past sprawled out across his bed with an arm across his eyes and sighed heavily. It was all too damned strange and unbelievable, being some magical ******** dressed up in outlandish clothes, parading around the planet fighting crime - no, not even something so noble as fighting crime, fighting some millennia old war that had started with long-dead versions of themselves. An eternal struggle, the forces of good and evil locked across galaxies - that culminated in struggle for supremacy of one single planet, Earth.
Like an RPG, only instead of playing as the hero with a controller or keyboard and mouse…I’m LARPing the whole damned thing.
Save for one thing: as Aue, he really wasn’t playing the ‘hero’ the way he was apparently supposed to. Ash had said he’d been awakened to the “Order” side of things and he’d spent time reading the Primer that was available through his magical mystery phone, but things hadn’t been very promising.
Awaked by a space cat, and so far he’d been called to some great group meeting by a walking corpse in a cloak, seen what were supposed to be these pillars of the ‘good guy side’ acting like spoiled brats…and talked to some of the “bad guys”.
Who didn’t really seem all that bad in his eyes. It’s all a matter of perspective. A bird thinks a cat’s a monster, but the cat is only doing what it’s supposed to. Both sides seem to think the Earth is a prize worth dying for, so maybe they have more in common than previously thought. Granted, the Negaverse seemed to have a much more solid stricture to it, with actual military rankings, medals, and a system of promotion by their Leaders and their…well, it sounded kind of like Metallia was a godhead, more than just some leader.
“I didn’t sign up for any of this.” Past rolled over onto his side, grabbing a pillow and punching it into a shape that was conducive to his half-laying on it. Did any of them, on either side? Surely some did, willingly…others probably not so much. But drafts are a time honored tradition, aren’t they? Wasn’t what happened to me just another form of that? Magical as it might have been.
And what about those kids he’d seen at the gathering - straight up children! Why the hell were they there? Why were they allowed to fight? What the hell sort of sick bastards were senshi that they could awaken a goddamned child into a war they’d never asked for? As a civilian casualty was bad enough, but as an actual combatant!?
Ridiculous. Wrong.
So much to think about. And he had time, kind of. If he weren’t attending his classes - and he should really face it, they were boring the s**t out of him - there would be more time. Time spent tinkering and contemplating, but not time spent as a magical citrus dork.
Past growled a string of swears in a decidedly not English language and buried his face in his pillow for a moment. Shower. Food. Then sleep. Tomorrow is plenty soon to overthink this bullshit.
WC: 530
