Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Minh sighed. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who fucked up in romance. Then again, I have Callahan as a walking reminder of that." He gave a brief chuckle. "Now let's see what's going on down there." He kept his sword out and ready, looking around. "Now, let's hear some backstory. What the fuck is going on here? Lewis, we came here to get aid from the bears. If I die here because of our supposed allies, I'll kill you."
Minh found no reply.
What he found instead was a massive room, one much too big to be held within the forest, perhaps even the province. The walls of the room were completely black, made of a metal that devoured light and shit out fear. They curved upwards, forming a dome, the center of which a warm orange light filtered down from. I start with the walls because they are the easiest part to describe.
Minh and Damien stood at the end of a long ramp, one that gently sloped upwards towards a circle of ebony (but we'll get to that soon). All along the ramp were stands, not unlike those at a football game, but pointed in the wrong direction. They were all situated towards said circle, which was rather big itself. It caved int itself so that it resembled the exterior going downwards. 100 wooden desks, similar to those used in the U.S. Congress, rested on steps leading into the heart of this structure in five roves of twenty. This was done so that the Councilmen, who were meant to sit in said desks, could see each other while debating. In the center of the room was a glass case containing a weathered old document, scorched and stained, one older than any human text - the Constitution of the Bears. Minh and Damien could see none of this, but the acoustics in the room had been manipulated through mystical means so that they heard the slightest sound, from each other's breathing to a scurrying rat, like an explosion in a Michael Bay film.
The two progressed down a second flight of stairs next to the first, one which carried them into their destination. There, they found a much more tame room. It was all made up in shiny, well-polished marble, so that it felt like they were in a J.J. Abrams film. It was also shaped like a dome and lit with the same light, though it was much smaller. The walls were lined with a massive wooden desk, identical to a judge's desk in every fucking movie ever, minus the stand for the witness, and wrapped around the walls. Within this stand, thirteen bears were meant to sit, with a large chair (emblazoned with a carving of a bear's paw) in the center revealing that to be the Bear-King's seat. Before this set-up was a small wooden chair, clearly meant for the defendant.
Behind this chair was a writhing mess of eleven bears struggling with Lewis, who was shouting loudly and relentlessly kicking their asses (badly), circled by a screaming woman of impossible-to-determine race, who was beating them all, indiscriminately, with a baseball bat.
"MEGAN, YOU'RE HITTING ME, TOO!" Lewis screamed.
"I know!" she replied.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!" one of the bears cried tearfully in a thick Eastern European accent.
This was probably when Minh and Damien noticed a giggling child, a little girl who looked much closer to Lewis than her mother, sitting on top of the stand and watching intently.
