...And here was where Mikado began to think that the man was playing him.
A great and final battle. A powerful evil. Vile magic and trickery. The apocalyptic weather and changes, the one man ruining the world, trying to become a god.... It was another take on a well-played verse, and it had been done more than a few times. It was a story constantly retold, and here.... Here, Tolten would even say an immortal. (Though what was Celty, if not something that could continue to live--) But all of it... Was really just a bit too hard to grasp. A bit too cliched and overdone to be completely believed.
"Ahh...." He made a sound as if thinking, then let out a burst of nervous laughter. Instantly, the boy looked awkward, then looked up at the man. "Is this... some kind of joke?" The sentence was ill-spoken, and Mikado instantly waved his hands in an attempt to cancel it out. "No, I mean-- What I meant was, is this just a story?" He scratched the side of his neck idly, looking at the table. "All those things sound like something out of a book or movie. Nothing..."
Real. Is what Mikado almost said. But there was a part of him, that wished for those to be the real things in life, that wouldn't let him negate that so fully.
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A great and final battle. A powerful evil. Vile magic and trickery. The apocalyptic weather and changes, the one man ruining the world, trying to become a god.... It was another take on a well-played verse, and it had been done more than a few times. It was a story constantly retold, and here.... Here, Tolten would even say an immortal. (Though what was Celty, if not something that could continue to live--) But all of it... Was really just a bit too hard to grasp. A bit too cliched and overdone to be completely believed.
"Ahh...." He made a sound as if thinking, then let out a burst of nervous laughter. Instantly, the boy looked awkward, then looked up at the man. "Is this... some kind of joke?" The sentence was ill-spoken, and Mikado instantly waved his hands in an attempt to cancel it out. "No, I mean-- What I meant was, is this just a story?" He scratched the side of his neck idly, looking at the table. "All those things sound like something out of a book or movie. Nothing..."
Real. Is what Mikado almost said. But there was a part of him, that wished for those to be the real things in life, that wouldn't let him negate that so fully.