Fantasy Trope: Heroic Fantasy (Conan The Barbarian)
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Sukhjeev Hegde adjusted her brass brassiere and said, “Do you know why they make us wear these things?”
Shrugging, Vrishab Brahmbatt pulled up steel supporter and said, “Same reason I gotta wear this thing.”
“And that is…” she hefted the broadsword, swung it – and nearly chopped Vrish’s head off.
“Would you watch out with that thing!” he cried, then added, “It’s verisimilitude.”
“How can dressing this way be ‘an appearance or semblance of truth’ if it’s all fake anyway? We act like it’s true...”
“Why? So it will become truth? That’s the most fantastic thing you’ve said on this entire date!”
He pursed his lips, then said sullenly, “It’s not a date.”
“Sure it is!” Sukhjee said. “You asked me to come with you on this adventure thing and I said yes, if we can have a good cup of coffee afterwards.” She glared at him and added, “You’re not thinking of reneging on the coffee, are you?”
“No, we’ll still do the coffee, it’s just that I forgot to tell you something about this simulation.” The ground trembled suddenly and the rest of their mutuality turned to the castle gate as it wound down on heavy chains. The computer-generated images – Sukhjee had called them barely adequate shimmered and seemed to take on the weight of reality.
Without looking at Vrish, she said, “You forgot to tell me that at some magical command or when the Moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars that peace won’t be guiding the planets – those gigantic monster sheep with glow-in-the-dark scarlet eyes will?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“So, do we run or fight?” she asked.
What he assumed were the ‘real’ people had dropped their weapons and were running away from the sheepsters. “It’s a first date, I’m open to whatever you’d like to do.”
Sukhjee tossed her sword from one hand to the other, almost dropped it then grinned at Vrish then said, “Let’s go fight us some sheepsters, sweetie!” Along with the once-simulated army, she charged the creature who’d been joined by four others.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetie’,” Vrish said as he charged after his date.
Names: ♀ Sikh, India ; ♂ Hindu, India
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