Rih, using Khadim’s hand, took the punch, but the bartender’s hand returned to Khadim as Rih was about to step away. ”Hey! Don’t forget your token.” Khadim’s free hand reached out and took the golden skull token without even looking at it. As he stepped away from the brew stand, Rih took a sip of his drink and continued on. Despite being regarded as a god some millennia ago, Rih never even noticed that some people were having really bizarre reactions to the drink that he was now enjoying. It seemed like ignorance was bliss, especially when peppered with a fair amount of luck.
Khadim couldn’t even taste the punch as Rih was in control of the body that they shared. The boy just felt so downtrodden and miserable in the prison that should have rightfully been his body to have and control. As Rih continued enjoying himself while he strolled around the festival in Khadim’s body, Khadim's mind began to wander.
Khadim thought of a mystical realm with skeletons of gold that gave their owners unimaginable power. Naturally, these heroes also had golden blood and could seemingly heal from any wound. Their greatest enemies were witches who used fantastical potions and summoned ghoulish undead to combat the golden powered heroes. The golden warriors used swords garnished with rubies and sapphires that easily sliced through the rotting flesh of the undead.
"What?" Khadim asked as he came out of his reverie and realized that Rih had been speaking to him. He couldn't respond without knowing what he'd been told or asked.
"I said, its too bad you can't taste this sweet drink." Rih then downed the rest of the drink, every last drop. "Oh well, guess you'll just have to miss out." Both gods laughed inside Khadim's head. If he had control of eyes, Khadim would have made them roll, but alas, he was unable to perform this most gesture to relay his frustration.
The three eyed mage wandered through the festival, Rih still maintaining control. Khadim watched the people around them, wondering if anyone else at the festival was being held prisoner in their own minds. He presumed he was the only one, but he had no real way of knowing. Finally, a game caught Khadim's eye.
"What's that?" he asked. "That ride, with the tunnel."
Khadim's body paused, looking at the sign. "Tunnel of Terror, why? Do you want a ride?"
"Yeah! Looks like a lot of fun and scary too."
Khadim's body began walking, right past the line that lead to the Tunnel of Terror. "You're either really gullible or really slow. You're not getting this body and you're not partaking in a silly thing like that which is designed to scare you." They looked past the tunnel, seeing boats awaiting riders. Khadim had never been on a boat and he wanted to give it a try, but Rih wasn't nearly as accommodating as Khadim would have liked. The body with all three personalities inside continued on through the spooky fall festival.
"What about that one?! Its got zombies and a mallet!" Khadim's excitement was evident in his tone.
"What part of this do you not understand!? Rih's tone was also evident in his tone, he was frustrated beyond belief. In truth, Khadim had already realized that the best he could do was annoy these gods that took his body, forcing him to simply watch as they used his body as they saw fit.
"Oh, just let him do one..."
"We do have to get three, golden skeletons to get the prize after all." Khadim was trying to make a logical argument, though he already saw a flaw in it after having made it.
"I don't need you to get a skeleton, but since Nasr says so... you can do this one." The god controlled their body over to the line and waited, watching as best he could as the other participants competed to see what they would win. When it was their turn, Rih relinquished control of the body to Khadim. "Ok, kid, you're up."
Khadim, a little unsteadily, walked up to the machine. "Thank you! Thank you both so much." His hand moved to the mallet and clenched the handle, feeling the worn leather in his palm and along his fingers. Khadim was relishing the things he could now feel: the cold air blowing through his hair and across his skin, the weight of the mallet, the sounds of the nearby rides as they were loud enough to shake Khadim's innards. It was also so amazing and wondrous. And then the machine in front of him whirred to life, it was time to play...
Total: 779 + 295 = 1074
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