„I'm not afraid to die, I just don`t want to be there when it happens " Woody Allen
Vomiting – such a clever mechanism of the human body.
You put food in, magic happens and you put it out.
The same way it came in, it comes out.
And all impurities within that matter.
Similar. The same way actually
Damon threw out (literally) his insides.
That sandwich he ate hours ago? Gone.
That feeling of excitement during the fight? Out.
Some other food he had for breakfast? Not anymore.
Most importantly the final confusion was threw away.
Only thing left inside him was…
-BOY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE FINISHED – the god said as if he was turning away not to look at his stomach content
~yes.. I think im don…. ~ mmmmm no.
No he wasn`t done.
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Quick throw up session later...
~okay now I think its over ~ trying to get the taste away from his tounge.
-GOOD. NEXT TIME WARN ABOUT SUCH DISGUSTING ACTIVITIES-
~OH I`M SUPPOSED TO WARN YOU???? ~
~WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO THEN?
CONSTANTLY ALERT THAT SOMETHING MIGHT DIE HERE? ~
THAT WOULD BE NICE YOU KNOW~~
Pissed off , not surprisingly , Damon answered screaming in his mind.
-IF YOU WANT TO SCREAM GO ON. NO ONE IS AROUND ANYMORE-
Oh right the road incident was over.
-BUT MAYBE LATER. THERE`S STILL ONE THING YOU WON`T ENJOY.
- hmmm? What`s that – Damon was curious but not in a good way.
More scared of what`s going to happen.
-CLOTHES – god simply said.
Damon looked at himself.
Normal shirt, slightly dirty and torn by the bush.
Red in crimson striped.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
-What do you mean by "clothes" – Damon asked him with moves to "present" his apparel
-WELL HERE`S THE THING. THEY ARE ... FINE ,BY YOUR STANDARDS –
Fine sounded very, VERY sarcastic.
-says the guy in a fur armor- Damon hit the giant back
-DON`T MENTION THAT, IT'S A CLASSIC FROM OLD TIMES.
- BUT YOU FORGOT WHERE WE ARE BOY.
Mmmm
Right.. medieval times.
Cotton shirt, jeans, couple metal accessories.
Don`t really fit with the theme of knights and mages.
-wait wait wait wait wait….. im not doing that... - Damon instantly knew what was the god wanted
-YES. YES YOU ARE. – GOD PUSHED
-No no no no no no no no – some force pushed him to the road.
IM NOT REPEATING MYSELF BOY.
If you didn`t guess what was the plan.
Damon needed local clothes.
Where are nearest , possibly , free clothes?
.
.
.
Still nothing?
Well the answer is quite simple.
There are 5 bodies with said clothing on.
And they won`t talk back while someone would …
Borrow them for themselves.
-Can I at least pick them myself ? – Damon tried to postpone that.
-SURE. JUST NOBLE`S CLOTHES ARE OUT OF THE QUESTION.
TOO RECOGNISABLE. –
Damon took back his hand from the glasses man.
-I WOULDN`T RECOMMEND THIEVES ONES TOO.
TOO QUESTIONABLE –
Damon again went to another one.
-SWORDSMAN IS FINE. GOOD ARMOR, GLOVES.
WELL AND OF COURSE , A SWORD.
-please tell me there is some river nearby – Damon prayed there is one.
OF COURSE THERE IS ONE. GO WEST FOR 5 MINUTES.- god thought for a while, like he was looking at some sort of a map.
-OH JUST IF YOU WANT, TAKE THE NORMAL CLOTHING FROM THE DRIVER
- now why would I want that? – Damon grunted while picking up the headless man.
TRUST ME. SITTING IN ARMOR WHOLE DAYS IS NOT COMFORTABLE.
BESIDES. YOU`LL NEED CASUAL CLOTHING TOO.
For some reason Damon did what the god told him.
Took off the clothes of both men.
And went off the clean them. Threw up a few times on the way.
God smiled, as Damon finally and truly was ready to start his quest.