This is an AWFUL story so.. I apologize.
Whoever can guess how many mods are shown in each spoiler/chapter you'll get love and I do take input into the story, and may even put in character suggestions.
Whoever can guess how many mods are shown in each spoiler/chapter you'll get love and I do take input into the story, and may even put in character suggestions.
“Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
"Oopmh." The worker said, his shirt tag betraying his name, Cliff. "That's the last of them, Extra-dimensional, extra heavy."
Craig shuffled awkwardly, and looked over the barrels, then double checked his clipboard. "Thanks Cliff, I uh hope you have a good.. day."
Cliff adjusted his hat and smiled "Yeah, well, thanks. Payment in the same place as always?"
"Yup. See ya."
Craig jumped into the wagon, and flicked the reins. The pigs sluggishly started moving. He noticed a decline of speed in them. Understandable, they were hauling huge barrels filled with supplies.
LATER ON
Craig had finally arrived home, or at least as much as you could call Sector Eleven a home. It appeared to be a pale white building, barred windows, and lots of windows at that. Most people referred to it as 'Really really tall whitestone building
He jumped off of the carriage, and patting a pig's head as he walked by. He arrived beside the large metallic doors. He lowered his face, particularly his eye to a scanner, and after a brief moment he heard a click and the doors moved in with a wild woosh as the pistons retracted.
He imagined old Xavier's face when he saw what Craig had obtained! He quickly started the pigs up again.
The entrance to Sector 11 was a large open grassy area, called the garden entrance. Grunts, as they were called were lounging about it but instantly stirred, for Xavier was known for ranting for hours if things were not done quickly.
But Craig was the first one to the back of the wagon, and he removed a covered barrel.
"Wassat?" one of the grunts asked.
"Mind your own and unpack, Kyle."
Then Craig strode to the western lift, and slammed his middle finger and index finger into the golden monitor, selecting floor forty-two. He stood in the lift and closed his eyes tightly. He clutched the barrel tightly to himself and felt his stomach lurch as the levitators pushed him up, and he carefully stepped onto the forty-second floor. Doors spread out on all sides but Craig strode forward to the old brown door, as opposed to the white iron doors of the others. He rapped twice.
"Let 'em in, Marvin." The door, called Marvin, swung itself open. Xavier sat in his chair, his gray hair with blondish streaks. He was quite thin and his skin was quite wrinkly. His eyes matched Craig's green ones.
The room had lots of bookshelves and books stacked. He had multiple item cases dotted on the walls, some crammed with items, some empty. Floating over his left shoulder was his pet Wisp, Tutamen, or as he liked to call it; "A singularity born of broken down aspects placed as fluctuations in the vis of the world. Creating a reaction of life as a burning, electric ball of life."
"I have it, Xavier." Craig strode to his spruce desk and placed the barrel on it. He tapped the front of it, making the front piece of wood drop down, and Xavier removed the red orb, and gasped reverently.
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
"Oopmh." The worker said, his shirt tag betraying his name, Cliff. "That's the last of them, Extra-dimensional, extra heavy."
Craig shuffled awkwardly, and looked over the barrels, then double checked his clipboard. "Thanks Cliff, I uh hope you have a good.. day."
Cliff adjusted his hat and smiled "Yeah, well, thanks. Payment in the same place as always?"
"Yup. See ya."
Craig jumped into the wagon, and flicked the reins. The pigs sluggishly started moving. He noticed a decline of speed in them. Understandable, they were hauling huge barrels filled with supplies.
LATER ON
Craig had finally arrived home, or at least as much as you could call Sector Eleven a home. It appeared to be a pale white building, barred windows, and lots of windows at that. Most people referred to it as 'Really really tall whitestone building
He jumped off of the carriage, and patting a pig's head as he walked by. He arrived beside the large metallic doors. He lowered his face, particularly his eye to a scanner, and after a brief moment he heard a click and the doors moved in with a wild woosh as the pistons retracted.
He imagined old Xavier's face when he saw what Craig had obtained! He quickly started the pigs up again.
The entrance to Sector 11 was a large open grassy area, called the garden entrance. Grunts, as they were called were lounging about it but instantly stirred, for Xavier was known for ranting for hours if things were not done quickly.
But Craig was the first one to the back of the wagon, and he removed a covered barrel.
"Wassat?" one of the grunts asked.
"Mind your own and unpack, Kyle."
Then Craig strode to the western lift, and slammed his middle finger and index finger into the golden monitor, selecting floor forty-two. He stood in the lift and closed his eyes tightly. He clutched the barrel tightly to himself and felt his stomach lurch as the levitators pushed him up, and he carefully stepped onto the forty-second floor. Doors spread out on all sides but Craig strode forward to the old brown door, as opposed to the white iron doors of the others. He rapped twice.
"Let 'em in, Marvin." The door, called Marvin, swung itself open. Xavier sat in his chair, his gray hair with blondish streaks. He was quite thin and his skin was quite wrinkly. His eyes matched Craig's green ones.
The room had lots of bookshelves and books stacked. He had multiple item cases dotted on the walls, some crammed with items, some empty. Floating over his left shoulder was his pet Wisp, Tutamen, or as he liked to call it; "A singularity born of broken down aspects placed as fluctuations in the vis of the world. Creating a reaction of life as a burning, electric ball of life."
"I have it, Xavier." Craig strode to his spruce desk and placed the barrel on it. He tapped the front of it, making the front piece of wood drop down, and Xavier removed the red orb, and gasped reverently.
