Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
12-16-2012, 04:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Hobbesy.
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw picked himself up, a twinge of pain running through his body as it protested the action. In retrospect it wasn't much compared to the pains he'd known before, but the situation in which this pain existed worked upon his senses. Nevertheless, this shark wasn't one to let such things keep him down. His mouth broke into a toothy grin as he stood up, showing that he was still as cocky as ever.
“Right mate, you have any idea which way to go then? There’s no telling what that clock is trying to crucify now. We’re only stuck in a warehouse full of sinners for him to work his magic on.”
On the last sentence Ironjaw’s mouth curled from a simple grin into a snarly smile, a glint forming in his beady eyes. This caused the doctor’s skin to crawl. He was hardly used to communicating with the xenos scum surrounding them, much less exotic experiments. Still, to his questions Schuster honestly had no real answer. He hadn’t considered sticking with the terrible demon known as The Warden, his sense of flight winning over his admittedly smaller sense of fight. His only response was to place one hand on his chin, a signal that there was much to ponder on the whereabouts of Ironjaw's prey. He hadn't long to think on the subject before his thoughts were cut off by an explosion in the distance. It didn't take long for the hybrid to voice his opinion.
“Hmm, looks like some poor bastard decided to give us our answer. Why don’t we go pay those trouble makers a visit, and ask if they’ve seen our nasty little friend?”[/color]
While Schuster couldn’t exactly say he was excited about going towards any action, there was a comforting strength to be found in going there with his new found ally, even if he wasn't exactly his first choice for a friend. Pulling his revolver out of its holster Schuster flicked open the cylinder. Giving a brief check of how many rounds had to be fired, he snapped the cylinder back into place only after giving it a satisfying spin.
“Of course, my shark comrade. I am not sure this is the wisest choice, but I have a feeling you will know what you are doing." The last sentence caught Ironjaw's attention. A weak smiled appeared on Schuster's face, and he continued after a slight awkward pause. "It is certainly much better than waiting for death to find us here, no?”
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw nodded to Schuster's question, and was the first to move, though starting with a slight limp. He quickly steadied himself, however, and motioned for the doctor to follow. Giving a slight look of worry, Schuster nevertheless went along. It would seem the path towards the direction of the blast was clear, though one could never tell what may happen in circumstances such as these, nor what traps could be waiting in the dark for their chance to be sprung.[/color]
--
Thize gave a snarl, his face twisting with a combination of agony and sheer disgust.
"What utterly pathetic creatures, to think their toys could hold back the grand plans of the master."
The thought alone that they would attempt to sculpt his body the same way the Artiste had, blowing off limbs, shredding his torso with shrapnel. It was an absolute disgrace to the work of the Master, and an affront to Thize's very existence. He would have to show them the ropes, teach them that there was no way anything they could even aspire to be be as brilliant. The only question was, how? It could easily be said that Thize was a genius, as well as the most beautiful work to grace the multiverse, but could he truly spread the gospel of the Artiste in such a fashion that plebeians such as Eriz and Gullimet would understand?
A simple disembowelment would not work. He could not expect his new pupils to understand such magnificence by merely seeing an example. He would have to bring others to them, so that they could partake in the creation of art themselves before graduating to the side of his master. It would be the only way to let them experience just how inexperienced they were compared to him, how ungraceful their touch could be compared to his own. Yes, this would be an excellent plan, a grand scheme the Artiste would be proud of.
Thize's mind raced, what subjects would be the best for his students to experiment on? What was near enough that his lesson could be made quickly? The answer came to him suddenly, clear as sunlight on a warm Summer day. The shark hybrid and the human. Yes, it was genius! The dragon and the robot would surely know what to do with such simple forms, the Artiste would be pleased by his creation's wit. Thize's limbs suddenly began to regrow, bone extending from the shattered stumps left by the explosion. Ligaments and tendons snaked over them quickly, followed by a padding of muscle and heavily scabbed skin. His new limbs were limber and long, perfect for scampering about and scouting for Schuster and Ironjaw.
Grasping the metal skeleton of a stacking rack Thize began to climb. His thoughts were awash with dreams of chronic cruelty, of blood and gore. It didn't take long to spot the approaching silhouettes of a two humanoids. Thize's mouth twisted into a sickening grin, a row of needle like teeth shimmering from the lamps above him. He would have to stop the two fools before they found themselves in Eriz's minefield.
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw picked himself up, a twinge of pain running through his body as it protested the action. In retrospect it wasn't much compared to the pains he'd known before, but the situation in which this pain existed worked upon his senses. Nevertheless, this shark wasn't one to let such things keep him down. His mouth broke into a toothy grin as he stood up, showing that he was still as cocky as ever.
“Right mate, you have any idea which way to go then? There’s no telling what that clock is trying to crucify now. We’re only stuck in a warehouse full of sinners for him to work his magic on.”
On the last sentence Ironjaw’s mouth curled from a simple grin into a snarly smile, a glint forming in his beady eyes. This caused the doctor’s skin to crawl. He was hardly used to communicating with the xenos scum surrounding them, much less exotic experiments. Still, to his questions Schuster honestly had no real answer. He hadn’t considered sticking with the terrible demon known as The Warden, his sense of flight winning over his admittedly smaller sense of fight. His only response was to place one hand on his chin, a signal that there was much to ponder on the whereabouts of Ironjaw's prey. He hadn't long to think on the subject before his thoughts were cut off by an explosion in the distance. It didn't take long for the hybrid to voice his opinion.
“Hmm, looks like some poor bastard decided to give us our answer. Why don’t we go pay those trouble makers a visit, and ask if they’ve seen our nasty little friend?”[/color]
While Schuster couldn’t exactly say he was excited about going towards any action, there was a comforting strength to be found in going there with his new found ally, even if he wasn't exactly his first choice for a friend. Pulling his revolver out of its holster Schuster flicked open the cylinder. Giving a brief check of how many rounds had to be fired, he snapped the cylinder back into place only after giving it a satisfying spin.
“Of course, my shark comrade. I am not sure this is the wisest choice, but I have a feeling you will know what you are doing." The last sentence caught Ironjaw's attention. A weak smiled appeared on Schuster's face, and he continued after a slight awkward pause. "It is certainly much better than waiting for death to find us here, no?”
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw nodded to Schuster's question, and was the first to move, though starting with a slight limp. He quickly steadied himself, however, and motioned for the doctor to follow. Giving a slight look of worry, Schuster nevertheless went along. It would seem the path towards the direction of the blast was clear, though one could never tell what may happen in circumstances such as these, nor what traps could be waiting in the dark for their chance to be sprung.[/color]
--
Thize gave a snarl, his face twisting with a combination of agony and sheer disgust.
"What utterly pathetic creatures, to think their toys could hold back the grand plans of the master."
The thought alone that they would attempt to sculpt his body the same way the Artiste had, blowing off limbs, shredding his torso with shrapnel. It was an absolute disgrace to the work of the Master, and an affront to Thize's very existence. He would have to show them the ropes, teach them that there was no way anything they could even aspire to be be as brilliant. The only question was, how? It could easily be said that Thize was a genius, as well as the most beautiful work to grace the multiverse, but could he truly spread the gospel of the Artiste in such a fashion that plebeians such as Eriz and Gullimet would understand?
A simple disembowelment would not work. He could not expect his new pupils to understand such magnificence by merely seeing an example. He would have to bring others to them, so that they could partake in the creation of art themselves before graduating to the side of his master. It would be the only way to let them experience just how inexperienced they were compared to him, how ungraceful their touch could be compared to his own. Yes, this would be an excellent plan, a grand scheme the Artiste would be proud of.
Thize's mind raced, what subjects would be the best for his students to experiment on? What was near enough that his lesson could be made quickly? The answer came to him suddenly, clear as sunlight on a warm Summer day. The shark hybrid and the human. Yes, it was genius! The dragon and the robot would surely know what to do with such simple forms, the Artiste would be pleased by his creation's wit. Thize's limbs suddenly began to regrow, bone extending from the shattered stumps left by the explosion. Ligaments and tendons snaked over them quickly, followed by a padding of muscle and heavily scabbed skin. His new limbs were limber and long, perfect for scampering about and scouting for Schuster and Ironjaw.
Grasping the metal skeleton of a stacking rack Thize began to climb. His thoughts were awash with dreams of chronic cruelty, of blood and gore. It didn't take long to spot the approaching silhouettes of a two humanoids. Thize's mouth twisted into a sickening grin, a row of needle like teeth shimmering from the lamps above him. He would have to stop the two fools before they found themselves in Eriz's minefield.