Antar forgot to take his medication. Seriously, he was having a mental breakdown in front of Darik. He looked completely fine about shooting Darik in cold blood. Darik didn’t even have a weapon…pulled out. That’s still considered cold blood! What’s with people and hurting Darik? He had almost been drowned by the isur, the very same who was sitting by the campfire, and now he was about to get some puncture wounds from the tall man’s arrows. The man only gave him one way out from his fate, singing and dancing. Of course he was going to do as the man wished but how was he going to carry it out? Be ashamed by it or enjoy it? This man meant it as a punishment, so Darik was going to enjoy busking whether he wanted to or not!
He bent down as if he was about to tie his shoes. The man pulled the bow back ready to shoot. Wait, I am doing what you asked. Just fixing something.” He needed his wrist in fully functional form. He was already forming in his mind how he was going to carry out the archer’s wishes. In fact he was going to exceed the man’s twisted expectations. He had an overall goal to accomplish, annoy the crap out of Antar. While he was lost in thought he laid his wrist perpendicular with the ground. His foot slammed on it bringing himself from his conscious planning. He lifted it in the air and rotated it a few times. It seemed functional, for now. It was going to be on fire later but what’s pain compared to losing your life? Yes, that’s what Darik was doing, performing for his life.
Darik resumed his standing position. What he was about to do couldn’t be too hard. He had seen bards and musicians perform for tyrants longer than he had to. Then again they memorized the tales but Darik figured his superior intellect would aid him. They are musicians anyway, they can’t be smart if they chose that career. Before he started, he gave one roll of his shoulders to relive his tension. He needed to be loose and flexible for what he had in plan. Next, he needed his voice to be void of junk. He made a sound like a frog croaking as he got out all the junk in his lungs. Then he spat it behind him, past the camp’s perimeter. Now, he was ready to impress the crowd.
First his usual unimpressed face became a smile. Yes a real, smile. That means both of the sides of his lips were up. It actually wasn’t stressed, Darik wanted to blow Noth’s mind away. He started off with a voice that sounded lighter and more whimsical than normal. It wasn’t on par with a girls, it was more akin to Darik’s voice four or five years ago. When life actually still had joy in the little things in life.
A rat or a fish Perfect strategy for biding time. He restated the topic so he could have a few extra milliseconds to plan. Ya, it didn’t help him much.
Such a hard dish Hay, he’s improvising. Don’t expect perfect! Yes, he is already improving on the second line. This isn’t going to end well.
I better not choose Darik did the classic shrug. He lifted both of his hands in the air forming a football field goal, with an extra part added in the middle. It was quick so by the next line you wouldn’t have any idea he had shrugged.
Because you all know Not really, he was surrounded by idiots.
They are one in the same. Darik interlocked his hands.
A rat, a rat, a rat ta ta tat. Don’t ask why because even I don’t know. Also Darik waved his finger for the duration.
What is a rat? A great question in my humble opinion.
Is it a cat attacking with its steel He sliced downwards like a cat trapping its prey.
Or is it a dog eating its last meal Die doggy die! On an unimportant note, he also put his head back as if he was howling to the moon.
It doesn’t matter either way It really doesn’t.
Because a rat is with us today Darik’s eyes had been searching the crowd the whole time focusing on each person for around the same amount of time. When he said this line his eyes focused on Bob for just an extra second. It looked accidental as if by chance but it wasn’t. His tone didn’t change though or his tempo as he continued his song.
No, not I
How could a noble beast
like I
be a monster’s feast? Brilliance, pure brilliance.
I will not reveal who it is ya, that would be a tad discourtesy shouting “BOB” in front of a huge crowd.
But so you know What you think he would miss a chance to insult someone?
While I stood hiding It was like he was doing some dodge from a fire emblem game. He ducked down and was back up almost licitly split.
It knelt crying Crying? Really? Come on Darik, think of some better examples! It was a good action to act out though. With both of his fists he rubbed them up and down his eyes.
While I am brave Darik held up his hand in the air as if he was threatening the very skies themselves. It was an inside joke.
It is a knave Knave means boy servant fyi. Because it a servant he bowed as if he was departing a master.
You’ve heard enough of me and rats They had, they may have been screaming in agony right now.
But what about those deftly bats? It sounded good but there was something missing. It dawned to him on the next line so he hurried to fix his mistake.
Wait, have I forgotten about those fisheys under the sea? Darik held out both of his hands in front of him. Then with the hands together, he wiggled them left and right as if the hands was a fishes head navigating the sea. Like always when the verse was done he stopped.
Oh Dearest me, thank you for your beauteous chime He figured someone, deep in their abyss of the mind, shouted out he had forgotten.
Reminding me of the work of the eye. Hay, it doesn’t have to make sense. All that matters is if it stands good. Darik held both of his hands together as if he was shaping around an eyeball.
Fishes swim under the sea Instead of the fish motion, Darik held up both of his hands to the side. He then wiggled them stimulating the ocean’s waves.
Yet in their time they all die In this one Darik was faced with a split second decision, hit the floor, or pretend to sleep. He did the second option. He crooked his neck to the right as if it was laying on the pillow. He had his hands together in that place were the pillow would be. Walla, he was pretending someone had gone to sleep and never woke up.
So how are they different from us?He crossed his hands over his heart.
At the end of this line Darik saw an arrow appear by his feet. The man, Antar, had shot him. In a voice worthy of an illiterate idiot he yelled “DANCE!” Very well he would do what this man wished. He would dance so well the man would be so astonished that he would faint from Darik’s awesomeness. Darik also speeded up his tempo a little just because when you’re dancing your brain works at a faster pace.
Darik had been standing still till then, swinging his arms ever so slightly only interrupting his movements for his demonstrations. Now that Antar had ordered him, he started one of his routine. The simplest way to describe his routine is a skip greatly modified. Darik would call it the man skip((patented by Darik. No toucheys!)). The one similarity between the two skips is that they were both performed on the balls of the feet. Darik had learned long ago, the balls of your feet had more uses then just silence. Yep, that’s the only similarity. That’s why it’s greatly modified.
Skips get their motion from driving the knees upward. Because the man skip only has the knees go up one fourth of the original amount you can expect that it was much slower. Instead of a jog it was more akin to a slow jog. Skips also have the dancer’s arms go up and down like an automated machine. Deary no, Darik didn’t do that with the man skip. That would be stupid. Instead when one of his legs was back the adjacent arm made one half of a perpendicular x over his torso. Now onto foot movement. The foot movement relates nothing to the original skip. Nothing at all. It’s the kind of movement that only dawns on you as you do it. It consisted of a procedure. One foot is considered in the front and the other in the back. The front foot is about were your front foot in a leisurely jog would be. The back one is about as far back as when your about to lift off with that foot. So okay, its kind of like a jog but with a catch. It’s how they change position. To change the position, first Darik used his front’s foots motion to do kind of a forward hop. You wouldn’t think of it as that though, it kind of looked like both feet are lending power. Appearances are deceiving. Also when the feet changed positioned Darik’s hips moved in that direction slightly. Because of the circular nature of the dance, Darik didn’t go in a square route. Sorry it was so complicated, but then again, only good things are complicated.
I swam across an ocean Yes Darik pretended to do swimming strokes while doing the man skip. He truly is talented.
I slayed a beast of green He gripped his hands as if he was wielding a claymore and swung.
I bested a man twice my size He saw the arrow and bent down to get it.
Only for his ring. He had the arrow in his hand by the beginning of the line and he was up by the end.
A black haired man, who’s name was unknown, held out his foot as Darik passed. Darik paid more attention to his singing and dancing so he got tripped. He fell to the right looking like he had no balance.. Using quick thinking and the fall’s motion, he held out his right hand with the arrow. As he hit the ground he used his hand to stick the arrow in the ground. Then his motion carried him past that hand. When the other hand passed the arrow he pulled it out. When he was done with his stunt he landed at an odd angle with both of his feet. Yes, the man had just helped him do a cartwheel. Darik’s recover was seamless, the man skip was great to start from odd footing. It just looked natural if you did it. His smile by this point had grew, he was a prodigy in the music industry, and he knew it. Of course, he was doing really bad but that boy sure can dream.
Does this sound like a mere fish to you? Don’t you dare say yes! Also Darik stopped his man skip here.
I hope not, otherwise I will need to use this rock. Supposed to say arrow, but whatever.
Fishes are ugly, Fishes are sick Mwhahahah, man skip time!
Fishes are slimy, Fishes are slick Yes, he was doing tongue twisters now. Why not? It was his songs after all.
Fishes are stupid, Fishes are dumb Sorry if I am insulting the fish in the world, but you know its true!
Fishes are yuck, and boy do they suck.
Does this sound even close to me? Don’t you dare comment Antar! Also another momentary pause to address the crowd.
Yes, you are right Wait did Darik just admit he was a fish?
some people are fishes ya what were they again, Charoda?
some people are ratsCoughBobCough
some people are scoundrels Okay that’s Darik.
some people are fat Darik had never met a fat person before but they must be really ugly!
but then again
some people aren’t. Ahh, now it makes sense.
Darik stopped his dancing and walked to the center of the clearing. They cheered, not because he was good, but because he had stopped. Or so they thought. When he was in the middle he saw Antar’s smile. His devious, devious smile. He was enjoying this. Dammit, he wanted revenge. But he still needed time to think. Wait, he had an idea. Sing more!
This man wants songs and songs I give.
I could stop now, but then again When he said “then again” the crowd new what was coming next. They all groaned, it was worse than being tortured by Robern.
The more I dance, the more I prance
The more I sing, the more I beam
Who in zelrav’s name would deny me? Zelrav was the name of that guy who said he was a god. He also gave Darik a free tattoo! It was yellow and grey and couldn’t be washed. But then again it doesn’t matter. Tattoo’s can’t do squat! His name had an effect on the crowd though. They all quieted down like he was some sort of heavenly being or something. Sunberthains are so stupid. |
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by Antar on July 14th, 2011, 3:54 am 
