Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
06-26-2011, 03:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Well, the book thing did indeed work. It took a bit of squeezing, of course. Giant robots weren’t built to fit in books. (Hang on, where did they actually go? Maybe inside the book? Whatever.) Still, Carnea was now clutching a twitching book that held maybe three or four of those metal soldier things inside.
It probably should have occurred to her that giant metal soldiers wouldn’t like being inside a book though. It probably should have occurred to her that they might actually be able to thrash about and make it annoyingly hard for her to keep them in. She had to lock the book shut, but although her locks were strong, there were other ways to pass through doors. Breaking it down, for example…and the giant metal soldiers were very eager to break the door down.
She didn’t want to release them prematurely and yet, they were about ready to break out and she wasn’t even back inside the building.
Okay, perhaps breaking out behind the line of combat would be rather chaotic, but it definitely wouldn’t be as fun as having them break out right inside the base. The very center of the base. That’s the most important part of bases, right?
People kept saying things like “Stop!” and “What’s that?” and “FIRE AT WILL!” and it was all so troublesome and hard to keep up with. Why didn’t door-books have the ability to go immaterial too?
In frustration, Carnea dove into a trench to hide for a moment. The occupants of that particular trench became—well, really, they were still occupants of the trench, in the sense that they occupied space within the trench. But they certainly weren’t living occupants anymore.
So, as shouting and shooting and weapon-firinging continued around her, Carnea continued to clamp the struggling book shut. It was starting to smoke. Searching the bodies quickly produced some sort of strap and she used it to tie a tight knot around the tome. It certainly didn’t stop the violent shuddering. But it did seem to hold everything together nicely for the moment.
The goddess looked about carefully before dashing towards the next trench over. And the next one. And the next. And then she got impatient and just made a mad dash for the base. She passed halfway through the building’s walls before remembering that the book wouldn’t be able to pass through with her and instead looked around for some sort of small opening that would allow the book through. She found one in the form of a vent.
It was a very small vent, and one that wouldn’t fit her if she didn’t happen to be able to pass through walls as a part of the Mighty Goddess Package, but it was big enough for the book, so that was good enough for her. She followed the path it formed, forced out the grate on the other side, rid the room she found herself in of occupants, and headed out the door.
Well, she was inside, but this part wasn’t important-looking enough for her to let the book open. There weren’t enough glowy things and shiny things and important things to really make it a disaster. She sped down the hallways, poking around for such a room.
And then she ran into two beings she vaguely recognized as being contestants in that game she wasn’t taking part in. A female and a male. She drew back in slight surprise and then lingered a bit, staring at them. The two seemed just about as surprised to find her here and stared back, though the woman did send worried glances back where she had come from. Or had been dragged from. The man had recovered quickly when the book made a sound that books usually didn't make and bulged.
The snapping of the book’s makeshift binding reminded the goddess of more important matters. Carnea clamped down on the book even harder with one arm and waved a bit with the other and said, “’Scuse me, have you seen an important room I could drop this off in?”
Well, the book thing did indeed work. It took a bit of squeezing, of course. Giant robots weren’t built to fit in books. (Hang on, where did they actually go? Maybe inside the book? Whatever.) Still, Carnea was now clutching a twitching book that held maybe three or four of those metal soldier things inside.
It probably should have occurred to her that giant metal soldiers wouldn’t like being inside a book though. It probably should have occurred to her that they might actually be able to thrash about and make it annoyingly hard for her to keep them in. She had to lock the book shut, but although her locks were strong, there were other ways to pass through doors. Breaking it down, for example…and the giant metal soldiers were very eager to break the door down.
She didn’t want to release them prematurely and yet, they were about ready to break out and she wasn’t even back inside the building.
Okay, perhaps breaking out behind the line of combat would be rather chaotic, but it definitely wouldn’t be as fun as having them break out right inside the base. The very center of the base. That’s the most important part of bases, right?
People kept saying things like “Stop!” and “What’s that?” and “FIRE AT WILL!” and it was all so troublesome and hard to keep up with. Why didn’t door-books have the ability to go immaterial too?
In frustration, Carnea dove into a trench to hide for a moment. The occupants of that particular trench became—well, really, they were still occupants of the trench, in the sense that they occupied space within the trench. But they certainly weren’t living occupants anymore.
So, as shouting and shooting and weapon-firinging continued around her, Carnea continued to clamp the struggling book shut. It was starting to smoke. Searching the bodies quickly produced some sort of strap and she used it to tie a tight knot around the tome. It certainly didn’t stop the violent shuddering. But it did seem to hold everything together nicely for the moment.
The goddess looked about carefully before dashing towards the next trench over. And the next one. And the next. And then she got impatient and just made a mad dash for the base. She passed halfway through the building’s walls before remembering that the book wouldn’t be able to pass through with her and instead looked around for some sort of small opening that would allow the book through. She found one in the form of a vent.
It was a very small vent, and one that wouldn’t fit her if she didn’t happen to be able to pass through walls as a part of the Mighty Goddess Package, but it was big enough for the book, so that was good enough for her. She followed the path it formed, forced out the grate on the other side, rid the room she found herself in of occupants, and headed out the door.
Well, she was inside, but this part wasn’t important-looking enough for her to let the book open. There weren’t enough glowy things and shiny things and important things to really make it a disaster. She sped down the hallways, poking around for such a room.
And then she ran into two beings she vaguely recognized as being contestants in that game she wasn’t taking part in. A female and a male. She drew back in slight surprise and then lingered a bit, staring at them. The two seemed just about as surprised to find her here and stared back, though the woman did send worried glances back where she had come from. Or had been dragged from. The man had recovered quickly when the book made a sound that books usually didn't make and bulged.
The snapping of the book’s makeshift binding reminded the goddess of more important matters. Carnea clamped down on the book even harder with one arm and waved a bit with the other and said, “’Scuse me, have you seen an important room I could drop this off in?”