This choice: A small black box with six wooden rings inside of it. • Go Back...Chapter #3A small black box with six wooden rings inside ... by: Unknown Inside of a rather plain looking fleece lined box resided six rings, simple wooden things polished to a reflective shine and laid out in neat rows of three. "Travis isn't really into rings, he tends to fidget with them. Plus I'm not big into hand accessories either so I'm going to have to say swing and a miss buddy." You reply in a somewhat disappointed fashion.
"Ah, but I'm sure the two of you and perhaps a couple of your friends will enjoy these rings. You see these rings are magic, they are the rings. They are the exhibitionist's rings!" He explained. Noticing that you had taken the liberty of taking your phone out and dialing 9-1-1 with your index finger hovering above the call button as a precaution the old man decided to elaborate. "You see while wearing the rings anything you do will look completely mundane and natural and will arouse no suspicion or even a batted eye. The only people who will notice the oddness of your behavior, and thus will be in on the joke, will be other people wearing the rings. You can get away with anything short of murder, which will be noticed despite the magic, all in broad daylight."
You just stare at him, contemplating what he just said. "You know, maybe I was wrong to dial 911. I probably should've dialed a mental ward, because you're clearly off of your meds!"
"Would you care for a small demonstration then?" He asked, stroking his long beard in thought. You shrug, more so just to see what the hell he would try as opposed to any genuine doubt that he actually had magic rings. "I've got just the thing! Now, when I tell you to put on the ring, put it on. When I ask you to take it off, take it off. Got it?" He asked. You nod, crossing your arms as you awaited his magic trick. The man selected the top right ring from the box and in a very grandiose fashion slipped the ring onto his finger left ring finger. He then casually picked up a fancy silver lighter from the table and lit his own beard on fire. "Look, I'm black beard!" He joked, the end of his facial hair charring with heat.
"You know I'm pretty sure that would've been impressive for a caveman or something but I can grasp the concept of fire. What's the point of this?" You inquire sarcastically.
"Put the ring on and you'll find out!" He instructed. You sigh and pick up the bottom right ring for symmetry's sake and put it on your HOLY SHIT THIS INSANE OLD COOT JUST LIT HIS OWN FUCKING BEARD ON FIRE!
"Ah!" You shout, backing away from the crazy senior citizen "What the hell?! What are you doing?" You demand.
"Take the ring off and you'll see!" He commanded. You did as you were asked and just like before this dumb geezer was trying to convince you that because he knew how to use a lighter he was suddenly magic... wait... something didn't feel quite right, wasn't this a lot bigger news a second ago?
"Wait... this ring..." You say, putting the pieces together. You slip the ring back on and jump back as you catch sight of the fire. "Oh my god this thing really is magic!" You cheer.
"Indeed!" He laughs, picking up a dampened cloth and snuffing out the ember of his beard, having been reduced from a waist length thing to ending just past the base of his neck. "Now then you run along and have fun, I have some lotions I need to apply!" He remarked, removing his own ring and setting it back in the box.
"Alright, thanks! I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun with these!" You say, placing the box into your back pack and running out the door. As you run you stop outside, noticing that your ring was still on.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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