Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
04-12-2011, 02:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
"Well. This demon may be a cunning bastard, but damned if he's not creative about it."
Parsley had been expecting something a little more mundane from the demon's illusions, frankly. He'd never seen anyone dress like the Broderburgs, Nancy Little, or John Smith. And the rest of his illusory "opponents" were even stranger.
And then there was this battlefield. The weaponry was far more advanced than the simple rifles and cannons of his time. He barely had a chance to reflect on it before a soldier grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to the ground, moments before a beam of light passed over his head.
He stood up, only to find his rescuer pointing a strange weapon at his head.
"All right, you! Who the hell are you, why are you dressed like that, and where the hell did you come from?" the soldier shouted.
Is this an innocent villager trapped in an illusion? Or perhaps a servant of the demon? Parsley thought. I doubt he would be so brash as to show himself right now; most likely he's in the guise of the Charlatan.
"ANSWER ME!" the soldier shouted. "You have three seconds before I shoot. One... Two... What the hell?"
The soldier was stunned as Parsley reached up and turned his pistol into a small muffin. The demon hunter then shoved the illusory soldier to the ground and turned to flee.
"I'm not sure what that weapon of yours actually was," Parsley shouted back at his interrogator. "But I doubt it will make for a good meal."
"Well. This demon may be a cunning bastard, but damned if he's not creative about it."
Parsley had been expecting something a little more mundane from the demon's illusions, frankly. He'd never seen anyone dress like the Broderburgs, Nancy Little, or John Smith. And the rest of his illusory "opponents" were even stranger.
And then there was this battlefield. The weaponry was far more advanced than the simple rifles and cannons of his time. He barely had a chance to reflect on it before a soldier grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to the ground, moments before a beam of light passed over his head.
He stood up, only to find his rescuer pointing a strange weapon at his head.
"All right, you! Who the hell are you, why are you dressed like that, and where the hell did you come from?" the soldier shouted.
Is this an innocent villager trapped in an illusion? Or perhaps a servant of the demon? Parsley thought. I doubt he would be so brash as to show himself right now; most likely he's in the guise of the Charlatan.
"ANSWER ME!" the soldier shouted. "You have three seconds before I shoot. One... Two... What the hell?"
The soldier was stunned as Parsley reached up and turned his pistol into a small muffin. The demon hunter then shoved the illusory soldier to the ground and turned to flee.
"I'm not sure what that weapon of yours actually was," Parsley shouted back at his interrogator. "But I doubt it will make for a good meal."
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