Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round Two: The Kestalvian Rainforest]
10-27-2011, 09:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by veerserif.
She would have laughed, if she had a sense of humour, or indeed anything resembling vocal cords. As it was, she tickTOCKrumbled to signal her pleasure. Her former mountain-home crumbled a little more, clumps of dirt whizzing about, stacking up and falling down as time reversed - went on - changed - looped around. The minute hand of possibility whirled out of control, blurring and whirling and spinning in place going nowhere and everywhere at once, all the pasts and futures -
It was all so different...
She could see the track of TIME IT'S TIME as it flowed across the Kestalvian. Rivers had sprung up and changed course and there is no water here, only rock; trees grew forwardsbackwardsupwardsdownwardssidewaysloopingback as the mountains crumbled and grew, little bumps in the swirling turning clockwork ticktockthreads and gears.
She rumbled again, and the time is now... could-be would-be futures coalesced and became more certain. There, see a cluster of three: the man with the unsure hand, the temporally-energetic soldier zipping to and fro, fused to the accidental time traveller. Move a little closer now, kcotkcitkcotkcit.
It was all different, yes, but no less beautiful for it. Her home. Her home.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME for things to be fixed, things to be changed. Seven here who should not be here. Not yet/now/ever/before the grains of time trickled down, one at a time through the hourglass. She might have to flip it over. Remove the things not here, put them back where they belong;
The ground shuddered with her first step in a <longshort> time.
She would have laughed, if she had a sense of humour, or indeed anything resembling vocal cords. As it was, she tickTOCKrumbled to signal her pleasure. Her former mountain-home crumbled a little more, clumps of dirt whizzing about, stacking up and falling down as time reversed - went on - changed - looped around. The minute hand of possibility whirled out of control, blurring and whirling and spinning in place going nowhere and everywhere at once, all the pasts and futures -
It was all so different...
She could see the track of TIME IT'S TIME as it flowed across the Kestalvian. Rivers had sprung up and changed course and there is no water here, only rock; trees grew forwardsbackwardsupwardsdownwardssidewaysloopingback as the mountains crumbled and grew, little bumps in the swirling turning clockwork ticktockthreads and gears.
She rumbled again, and the time is now... could-be would-be futures coalesced and became more certain. There, see a cluster of three: the man with the unsure hand, the temporally-energetic soldier zipping to and fro, fused to the accidental time traveller. Move a little closer now, kcotkcitkcotkcit.
It was all different, yes, but no less beautiful for it. Her home. Her home.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME for things to be fixed, things to be changed. Seven here who should not be here. Not yet/now/ever/before the grains of time trickled down, one at a time through the hourglass. She might have to flip it over. Remove the things not here, put them back where they belong;
The ground shuddered with her first step in a <longshort> time.