Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
06-03-2011, 09:41 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Oh come on. That time, she was subtle!
…Okay, she wasn’t. But ‘subtle’ had different meanings depending on who you talked to. When you talked to gostaks, ‘subtle’ would be ‘grand and awe-inspiring while sneaking the stuff you want them to do in there somewhere.’ When you talked to doshes (…though nobody would ever really talk to doshes), then ‘subtle’ was ‘threateningly direct.’ Of course, when you talked to other deities, ‘subtle’ can range from ‘the actual meaning of subtle’ to ‘banging his wife right in front of him.’
Whatever Envoy happened to be, Carnea realized very quickly that it probably wasn’t like a dosh. It certainly reacted to something she said, or she thought it did, but it didn’t react quite the way she was hoping it to.
…Wait, was it going to tell the Broderburgs what she said?
…Well, it couldn’t talk. Hahaha. No need to worry then. Ha.
So, just another thing to add on her checklist: what the hell is Envoy and how could she manipulate it? She grinned metaphorically. It sounded like a nice challenge. And if she couldn’t do it, she’d cheat.
Welp, time to keep to the plan. Keep going in the general direction she was going while stopping along the way whenever she saw the contestants (not ‘fellow contestants’ of course) of the game. Get information, maybe screw around with their heads, spread chaos for the hell of it, so on, so forth. Now, what was the best way to spread chaos in a war?
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The large, metallic, skeleton-like soldiers may never tire, but they had to have some sort of base. A place to take orders from, a place to build more soldiers, maybe. If anything, a place to keep people like that masked man (she was at least somewhat sure they were on the same side).
Whatever it was, it was being frustratingly hard to find.
Carnea had already slid back into the immaterial plane to avoid being shot at, only popping back into a material form once in a while to gain her bearings and see if, somehow, she stumbled across it. It was a tedious method that wasn’t really getting her anywhere. She needed another idea.
There were a lot of spirits floating around here. The goddess became aware of a nearby one just ready to dissipate and wrapped her own consciousness around it, embracing it tightly and forcing it to stay together.
Hello, spirit.
The spirit wasn’t panicking, but it was certainly confused. Carnea learned about this through its jumble of thoughts.
Focus, spirit. Do you remember being a soldier?
Yes. I was fighting. And then I died.
Well, that much is apparent. Hm, does sarcasm really translate well here? Oh well, now you know I was trying to be sarcastic. Anyways, I want you to tell me a few things. I need to find the base, but I’m having trouble finding it. If you don’t mind helping me out, I should be able to help you out.
Well…I guess I feel as though I still have strength to help my
Yeah, yeah, I can do that. What about finding the base?
I think
Only thing you can do oop I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Continue
I have an idea. Radio messages send radio waves, or, I mean, I’m no specialist or anything, but in any case, you can sense them too, right? The messages? They feel different. You could probably follow them to the base, I guess?
I have no idea what you are talking about but I’m pretty sure I know what you’re talking about. Hang on, that made sense, right? In any case, this was very helpful. Good boy.
Actually, I think I’m a girl.
Oh, that’s right, you asked for something I think. Hang on, just come with me for a sec. Carnea, by the way. Spread the word. A goddess can never have enough followers…
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Carnea popped her head out for a bit in the material plane and pulled it away from more artillery fire. She instantly appeared again, this time out of the ground, clutching something wispy between her long fingers. Catching up with a large metal soldier, Carnea managed to shove the wispy thing right into it and locked the two together before disappearing again.
Ex-Corporal Bree Evans woke up groggily and found herself in control of a giant enemy mech. Or rather, she found herself as a giant enemy mech.
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It didn’t take long to find a radio whatsit. It moved quickly, rippling space around it as it careened in a direction that could probably be described as ‘away.’ Away from a point. The goddess made an extra burst of speed, reached the ripple, and let herself become even more formless, if it was possible to be formlesser than formless. She surfed the radio wave.
She could hear the message it was sending, over and over. It was only interesting once. She spent her ride in utter boredom. Of course, radio waves don’t take that long to travel. It’s hard to please a goddess sometimes.
The only other interesting thing of note was a few moments after she merged with the wave. Or, rather, a few…somethingseconds. A really small increment of time in any case. Another radio wave came close by, but not one originating from the same universe. Carnea could tell because it came in by way of an open door in the space-time…or…maybe it was just a multiverse door? Either way, it disappeared as quickly as it came, making her realize that she couldn’t really call it a door because it didn’t remain even when it closed. It seemed to be a short, one-way thing.
The radio wave itself shot straight through the one she was reclining on, almost forcing her off and onto it instead. Irately, she hung on to hers, and the radio wave was soon on its way. She heard the message that one was sending too. Something about other battles and "an all-stars battle" and "Defy your captors" and such. It was certainly something to think about. And it looked like one way to get out. It was too bad she had no way of knowing where and when another radio wave like that would show up.
So with that, she settled back into her radio wave and tried not to listen too much to the repeating message.
Calling for backu—oof! zzt Calling for backu—oof! zzt Calling for…
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Zzzzzzzzzt
Weird. There was a message coming in, but all he could hear was sta—wait…
Zzzzzzztrrrwhere is this now? This is so dassing annoying…oh, hang on, haaaang on…
The radio operator realized there were a few things wrong with this. One, he did not recognize the voice. Two, there was a ghost cat suddenly exploding out of his radio.
Carnea wasn’t entirely happy with being fired upon again and simply locked the man in position. Looking around her, she could see the remains of what she assumed was the ‘radio’ thing she was told about. They shouldn’t make these things so fragile.
Looking at the soldier in front of her, she couldn’t help but think she was in the wrong base. She meant to go to the side with all those masked men. This man wasn’t masked…though maybe there were others here who didn’t use the masks?
…No, she was pretty sure this wasn’t it. Carnea sighed heavily and stopped paying attention to the frozen soldier. She had been planning to sneak those metal soldiers over the enemy lines because she was pretty sure she could. But she somehow ended up over the line without any metal soldiers with her. How…annoying.
Hang on, maybe there was something here that could help after all.
Carnea swooped down towards a nearby bookshelf and picked out one book. She seemed disappointed as she flipped through it before slamming it shut again. Okay, for this to work, she just needed to think up a good way for it to work. A good metaphor. Books are like doors. Books are like doors because…
With a flourish, Carnea shoved her doorknob into the book’s cover. Books are doors to knowledge, and to get to that knowledge, of course, you have to go through. It follows that those who go through this door of knowledge then enters the book. And this was how she was going to get metallic soldiers into the middle of a base without suspicion. Beyond the fact that she was a cat-ghost-goddess, of course.
In any case, this book was now a door. It was a door to the inside of the book. Luckily, it was a pretty large book, so she could probably manage to fit metallic soldiers through it. She should probably stop floating around thinking about her plan. She should probably just go out and do it.
Carnea exited the base easily and went on with her plan.
Oh come on. That time, she was subtle!
…Okay, she wasn’t. But ‘subtle’ had different meanings depending on who you talked to. When you talked to gostaks, ‘subtle’ would be ‘grand and awe-inspiring while sneaking the stuff you want them to do in there somewhere.’ When you talked to doshes (…though nobody would ever really talk to doshes), then ‘subtle’ was ‘threateningly direct.’ Of course, when you talked to other deities, ‘subtle’ can range from ‘the actual meaning of subtle’ to ‘banging his wife right in front of him.’
Whatever Envoy happened to be, Carnea realized very quickly that it probably wasn’t like a dosh. It certainly reacted to something she said, or she thought it did, but it didn’t react quite the way she was hoping it to.
…Wait, was it going to tell the Broderburgs what she said?
…Well, it couldn’t talk. Hahaha. No need to worry then. Ha.
So, just another thing to add on her checklist: what the hell is Envoy and how could she manipulate it? She grinned metaphorically. It sounded like a nice challenge. And if she couldn’t do it, she’d cheat.
Welp, time to keep to the plan. Keep going in the general direction she was going while stopping along the way whenever she saw the contestants (not ‘fellow contestants’ of course) of the game. Get information, maybe screw around with their heads, spread chaos for the hell of it, so on, so forth. Now, what was the best way to spread chaos in a war?
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The large, metallic, skeleton-like soldiers may never tire, but they had to have some sort of base. A place to take orders from, a place to build more soldiers, maybe. If anything, a place to keep people like that masked man (she was at least somewhat sure they were on the same side).
Whatever it was, it was being frustratingly hard to find.
Carnea had already slid back into the immaterial plane to avoid being shot at, only popping back into a material form once in a while to gain her bearings and see if, somehow, she stumbled across it. It was a tedious method that wasn’t really getting her anywhere. She needed another idea.
There were a lot of spirits floating around here. The goddess became aware of a nearby one just ready to dissipate and wrapped her own consciousness around it, embracing it tightly and forcing it to stay together.
Hello, spirit.
The spirit wasn’t panicking, but it was certainly confused. Carnea learned about this through its jumble of thoughts.
Focus, spirit. Do you remember being a soldier?
Yes. I was fighting. And then I died.
Well, that much is apparent. Hm, does sarcasm really translate well here? Oh well, now you know I was trying to be sarcastic. Anyways, I want you to tell me a few things. I need to find the base, but I’m having trouble finding it. If you don’t mind helping me out, I should be able to help you out.
Well…I guess I feel as though I still have strength to help my
Yeah, yeah, I can do that. What about finding the base?
I think
Only thing you can do oop I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Continue
I have an idea. Radio messages send radio waves, or, I mean, I’m no specialist or anything, but in any case, you can sense them too, right? The messages? They feel different. You could probably follow them to the base, I guess?
I have no idea what you are talking about but I’m pretty sure I know what you’re talking about. Hang on, that made sense, right? In any case, this was very helpful. Good boy.
Actually, I think I’m a girl.
Oh, that’s right, you asked for something I think. Hang on, just come with me for a sec. Carnea, by the way. Spread the word. A goddess can never have enough followers…
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Carnea popped her head out for a bit in the material plane and pulled it away from more artillery fire. She instantly appeared again, this time out of the ground, clutching something wispy between her long fingers. Catching up with a large metal soldier, Carnea managed to shove the wispy thing right into it and locked the two together before disappearing again.
Ex-Corporal Bree Evans woke up groggily and found herself in control of a giant enemy mech. Or rather, she found herself as a giant enemy mech.
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It didn’t take long to find a radio whatsit. It moved quickly, rippling space around it as it careened in a direction that could probably be described as ‘away.’ Away from a point. The goddess made an extra burst of speed, reached the ripple, and let herself become even more formless, if it was possible to be formlesser than formless. She surfed the radio wave.
She could hear the message it was sending, over and over. It was only interesting once. She spent her ride in utter boredom. Of course, radio waves don’t take that long to travel. It’s hard to please a goddess sometimes.
The only other interesting thing of note was a few moments after she merged with the wave. Or, rather, a few…somethingseconds. A really small increment of time in any case. Another radio wave came close by, but not one originating from the same universe. Carnea could tell because it came in by way of an open door in the space-time…or…maybe it was just a multiverse door? Either way, it disappeared as quickly as it came, making her realize that she couldn’t really call it a door because it didn’t remain even when it closed. It seemed to be a short, one-way thing.
The radio wave itself shot straight through the one she was reclining on, almost forcing her off and onto it instead. Irately, she hung on to hers, and the radio wave was soon on its way. She heard the message that one was sending too. Something about other battles and "an all-stars battle" and "Defy your captors" and such. It was certainly something to think about. And it looked like one way to get out. It was too bad she had no way of knowing where and when another radio wave like that would show up.
So with that, she settled back into her radio wave and tried not to listen too much to the repeating message.
Calling for backu—oof! zzt Calling for backu—oof! zzt Calling for…
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Zzzzzzzzzt
Weird. There was a message coming in, but all he could hear was sta—wait…
Zzzzzzztrrrwhere is this now? This is so dassing annoying…oh, hang on, haaaang on…
The radio operator realized there were a few things wrong with this. One, he did not recognize the voice. Two, there was a ghost cat suddenly exploding out of his radio.
Carnea wasn’t entirely happy with being fired upon again and simply locked the man in position. Looking around her, she could see the remains of what she assumed was the ‘radio’ thing she was told about. They shouldn’t make these things so fragile.
Looking at the soldier in front of her, she couldn’t help but think she was in the wrong base. She meant to go to the side with all those masked men. This man wasn’t masked…though maybe there were others here who didn’t use the masks?
…No, she was pretty sure this wasn’t it. Carnea sighed heavily and stopped paying attention to the frozen soldier. She had been planning to sneak those metal soldiers over the enemy lines because she was pretty sure she could. But she somehow ended up over the line without any metal soldiers with her. How…annoying.
Hang on, maybe there was something here that could help after all.
Carnea swooped down towards a nearby bookshelf and picked out one book. She seemed disappointed as she flipped through it before slamming it shut again. Okay, for this to work, she just needed to think up a good way for it to work. A good metaphor. Books are like doors. Books are like doors because…
With a flourish, Carnea shoved her doorknob into the book’s cover. Books are doors to knowledge, and to get to that knowledge, of course, you have to go through. It follows that those who go through this door of knowledge then enters the book. And this was how she was going to get metallic soldiers into the middle of a base without suspicion. Beyond the fact that she was a cat-ghost-goddess, of course.
In any case, this book was now a door. It was a door to the inside of the book. Luckily, it was a pretty large book, so she could probably manage to fit metallic soldiers through it. She should probably stop floating around thinking about her plan. She should probably just go out and do it.
Carnea exited the base easily and went on with her plan.