01/14/13
Skiing Races
I am in my Fire Valkyrie flying over the moon. I land on the moon and look around just long enough to be sure the dream is stable before opening a portal to somewhere I need to be. I go through the portal to a very cold place. There is snow on the ground all around and I see people skiing down a pretty steep slope. I watch the people for a while and then I decide I can use skiing for the winter sport for the task of the month from DV.
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I just have to go to the top of the slope and see how I do on skis in a dream. I go to the top of the slope where I see some people I'd rather not see. A group of three men talking closely to themselves… all of them marked with the symbol of the Templars. I sneak a bit closer and see they are doing something with a strange device that is shaped like a pyramid and is about the size of a tennis ball. I don't know what it is but I get the idea it's nothing good. One of them takes the device and heads down the slope on skis. I can accomplish two things at once! I head down the slope after the Templar with the device, though not as gracefully as I would have liked. I end up bungling around for a bit, not sure if I look stupid or if I am managing interesting moves, but whichever it was I ended up getting attention. The Templar I am following speeds up to get away and the other two come after me, one of them yelling to the guy with the device to not let the bitch have it. I am managing to keep my feet under me better now, this skiing isn't as complicated as I had expected… probably because it's a dream. I crouch down low to pick up speed like I have seen people do on television and I start outdistancing the Templars behind me, but barely staying even with the one in front of me. He starts weaving around between other skiers and getting a lot of cursing in response to his recklessness. I follow after him acting far more reckless than I would ever be in waking life. He cuts a guy off and makes him fall, that pisses the guy off big time. He calls the Templar a fucking asshole and throws his pole like a javelin. The pole isn't made to fly like a javelin, however, and it spins in the air before hitting the Templar sideways in the back with enough force to knock him on his face. He gets up quickly but I have gained a lot of ground. The guy asks what the fuck is wrong with us crazy people as I go past him. He throws his other pole at me but misses. I have almost caught up to the Templar. I hear more cursing from the man behind me, telling me the other two Templars aren't far behind me. I go over a small jump and find I am even with the Templar I have been chasing. I see the device sticking out of his pocket. I hear a crack. Someone is shooting at me! Apparently they miss, and their partner beside me isn't pleased about it either. He yells back that the other two Templars are morons, that shot almost hit him! They don't listen and fire again, this bullet passes close enough to my right ear to hear it. The Templar near me is muttering about how stupid his partners are. I get really close to him while he is focused on that, close enough to reach out and use a bit of telekinesis to take the pyramid device right from his pocket with a , "Yoink!" I swerve away as he issues a puzzled sounding, "Yoink?" Someone behind me is still shooting at me. I crouch down to make a smaller target and go faster, though I half expect a bullet in the back at any given time. I find I have gone into a slalom course, zipping between flags and getting booed a lot.
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I must have intruded on a race… oops… The Templars aren't greeted any more warmly, in fact the people seem even more pissed with each additional skier that comes along. I skid to a stop in the finish area. We are all getting pelted with snowballs now. One of the Templars starts to take out a gun but the other one stops him, indicating the crowd all watching. He says they'll get it back later, smacking the one who lost the device in the head with his pole and then making a rude gesture at me. The judges of the race are trying to figure out how many rules the Templars and I have broken. I tell them I am sorry to interrupt; I just had to get somewhere fast. I head towards the far end of the finish area as I wake up.