User blog:Moritzva/Across & Over: An Unstoppable Force

"It’s funny, how the smallest of differences can change so much."

- The Baku

”So, V, you’re suggesting we draw them out by attacking their national monument?”

''”Yeah. The Attayans are super nationalistic, they’ll take the bait.''

''”Be careful, though. They’ve got some gnarly phalanxes in their main force. You’ll have to rely on ranged casters.''

''”Aight. The landscape is pretty rocky and uneven, so that’ll help break up their formation. Do you think we should put together a-”''

“That's it? You don't want any more? I made plenty, so there's no need to skimp on the portions, you know."

...huh?

Vayla shot back up in her seat, suddenly awoken from her deep train of thought. A bit of worried panic shot into her as she attempted to mentally catch up. ''...There’s more food? Uh, fuck, what to say, what to say...'' Vayla gazed down at her plate. Empty, aside from he crumbs around the sides. Crumbs she’d normally pour into her mouth like some sort of animal if nobody was watching.

But a whole new plate? Nah, she stopped by Momor and picked up some Taco Bell on the way here. Vayla just had to try the brand new Momorian Taco Special. And she sure as hell didn’t regret it. Whatever that surprise meat was, she loved it.

So yea, she was full.

She looked up at Alice with a kind, grateful, yet apologetic smile. A swiftly crafted attempt at peace came forth. “... Nah, I’ll pass. I ate a bit earlier, so I’m not very hungry.” And just as quickly as she was awoken, she began to drift back into a sea of relentless thoughts, concentration shifting elsewhere.

Crisis averted!

“...sorry to have made something so obviously contrary to your tastes.”

Goddamnit.