Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Chiming away for a moment
Today on Koa's Bad Ideas Tour: confronting a demigod who you suspect to be secretly in the pocket of an intergalactic superpower, on his own home turf.
What could go wrong, right?
In the weeks since the breakup, Koa has thrown himself into self-destruction and work. It's not dissimilar to how he reacted to his mother's death, really, except that now he's older and has better access to making dumber calls. Case in point: his adventure today, ostensibly to offer some amount of aid to the building of King's End's new town. Ever since their last encounter Koa's been uneasy about Sunjata; the Flood's easy defense and dismissal of Dahlia rattled something inside him, creating a sense of unease he simply can't displace. So when the opportunity had presented itself to have his suspicions confirmed, well, Koa'd been the first in line for the skyship down.
Walking now through the empty streets, the Dragoon's ill ease grows. New Haven is a promising place, but it's a ghost town still, and infinite potential cannot replace the charm of a place lived in. The various craftspeople and artisans are quick to point the young man toward the Flood, and while so far the ring on his finger has remained cool, Koa remains on edge.
Stopping by a half-constructed school, the young man peers into a dark hall, wondering what they'll teach. He doesn't catch sight of Sunjata behind him, though the Flood will certainly be able to see him. There's at least forty feet still between them, which means there's still room for dark uncertainty: is he? Is he not?
What could go wrong, right?
In the weeks since the breakup, Koa has thrown himself into self-destruction and work. It's not dissimilar to how he reacted to his mother's death, really, except that now he's older and has better access to making dumber calls. Case in point: his adventure today, ostensibly to offer some amount of aid to the building of King's End's new town. Ever since their last encounter Koa's been uneasy about Sunjata; the Flood's easy defense and dismissal of Dahlia rattled something inside him, creating a sense of unease he simply can't displace. So when the opportunity had presented itself to have his suspicions confirmed, well, Koa'd been the first in line for the skyship down.
Walking now through the empty streets, the Dragoon's ill ease grows. New Haven is a promising place, but it's a ghost town still, and infinite potential cannot replace the charm of a place lived in. The various craftspeople and artisans are quick to point the young man toward the Flood, and while so far the ring on his finger has remained cool, Koa remains on edge.
Stopping by a half-constructed school, the young man peers into a dark hall, wondering what they'll teach. He doesn't catch sight of Sunjata behind him, though the Flood will certainly be able to see him. There's at least forty feet still between them, which means there's still room for dark uncertainty: is he? Is he not?
Koa Carpenter
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
And see life as a worthy opponent
