Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jul 11, 2010 22:47:20 GMT -5
[[OPEN!! So just hop on in~ Although... posting order would be nice, ja?]]
There were three facts about his current situation that Francis Bonnefoy did not like:
One - it was too hot to be humanly possible (not that knowing magic is particularly human-like) to live in. The sun beating down on him was boiling his blood and if Francis was a piece of dead cow meat, he would like be a nice, toasty steak right now and then burnt a couple minutes later.
Two - there was absolutely no water in sight. Yes, he had been aware that he was travelling into the deserts and therefore taking extra water would be a good idea, but did he really need that much water? Perhaps he should invest energy in using alchemy to transform the sand into water. Of course - that could very well be risky and he might end up in a sea. Damn the fickle magic.
Third - He was quite sure he was lost. Originally, he had had a map to follow so that he could reach his destination on the other side of a relatively small desert. Only that had been blown away by the unforgiving winds of this place. What a coincidence to make his life all the more horrible.
Groaning, Francis sprawled out on the hot sand, chest heaving, lungs desperately trying to fill themselves with air. Sweet, precious, far too hot air. Dear lord, if he had only known he wouldn't have taken this adventure to begin with. However, fingering the envelope he had been given by a kind man in the last town, he had agreed.
For one - because he had said it was for his beloved. How could Francis say no to him? Not to mention his leg was injured. What a way to play on both his sympathy and[/i[ his inner romantic. It only proved to show that he was far too easily convinced by certain situations to say no, even when money was not involved. Damn people and their ability to sway his opinions and will to live sometimes.
The other was, in fact, a monetary gain. Hey, his services weren't for free. Whilst it was not a large sum of money, Francis had assumed it was a reasonable cost for the job.
Damn was he wrong.
Perhaps he would just lie there, wait for death to take him in this scorching heat. Hand loosening on the envelope, and eyes closed he was just hoping that the envelope, by some miracle of the Gods or angels or some fickle thing called fate or what have you would fly its way to his beloveds heart.
Yes, that would be a fitting end for him. A content smile dawning his face, he paid no heed to any sounds of footsteps or approaching beings.
There were three facts about his current situation that Francis Bonnefoy did not like:
One - it was too hot to be humanly possible (not that knowing magic is particularly human-like) to live in. The sun beating down on him was boiling his blood and if Francis was a piece of dead cow meat, he would like be a nice, toasty steak right now and then burnt a couple minutes later.
Two - there was absolutely no water in sight. Yes, he had been aware that he was travelling into the deserts and therefore taking extra water would be a good idea, but did he really need that much water? Perhaps he should invest energy in using alchemy to transform the sand into water. Of course - that could very well be risky and he might end up in a sea. Damn the fickle magic.
Third - He was quite sure he was lost. Originally, he had had a map to follow so that he could reach his destination on the other side of a relatively small desert. Only that had been blown away by the unforgiving winds of this place. What a coincidence to make his life all the more horrible.
Groaning, Francis sprawled out on the hot sand, chest heaving, lungs desperately trying to fill themselves with air. Sweet, precious, far too hot air. Dear lord, if he had only known he wouldn't have taken this adventure to begin with. However, fingering the envelope he had been given by a kind man in the last town, he had agreed.
For one - because he had said it was for his beloved. How could Francis say no to him? Not to mention his leg was injured. What a way to play on both his sympathy and[/i[ his inner romantic. It only proved to show that he was far too easily convinced by certain situations to say no, even when money was not involved. Damn people and their ability to sway his opinions and will to live sometimes.
The other was, in fact, a monetary gain. Hey, his services weren't for free. Whilst it was not a large sum of money, Francis had assumed it was a reasonable cost for the job.
Damn was he wrong.
Perhaps he would just lie there, wait for death to take him in this scorching heat. Hand loosening on the envelope, and eyes closed he was just hoping that the envelope, by some miracle of the Gods or angels or some fickle thing called fate or what have you would fly its way to his beloveds heart.
Yes, that would be a fitting end for him. A content smile dawning his face, he paid no heed to any sounds of footsteps or approaching beings.