Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
07-20-2011, 02:16 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
And lo, the kroanbards fell before Sorrel the First, for it was the skentwass of The Stiketunder, the Snave One, Yanis Carnea. He did not share his doatchings. It would only fall upon lelloed ears.
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With the addition of several other players in the sky, the fight with the supersoldier probably became much more interesting. Not that it wasn’t before, but really, fighting on top of an RV? Either side could probably pause their fire for a moment, reach over, and just slap the other. With the addition of a giant mech and a whirlybird that was likely to be armed, there were probably more (unwilling) platforms for one to do cool acrobatics off of. There were probably more angles for bullets to come from. And it was quite possible that COFCA had stopped arguing about what they could do and what option was the best and which one of them was the most stupid.
But all of that’s not interesting at all. Let’s ignore that.
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“Calm down! Calm down!” said the demon hunter, or at least something to that effect.
Six found himself not staring at him, but at the thing in his hand. It had changed. More specifically, it had changed into something edible, a miraculous act that most likely wasn’t part of the unknown weapon’s function. It was irrevocably changed, perhaps forever, meaning any chance that Six had to glean any information from it himself was gone. Without noticing, his blade started to spin once more, and he turned back and stepped towards the scientist, who played his part nicely and screamed and scuttled backwards while still nursing his stump.
The demon hunter moved to intercept him, even daring to try to divert his blade by pushing it at the elbow. Six shoved him aside and turned his attentions back to him. He was the one who made his moves of inquiry all for naught. He was the one who had destroyed information. It was an unforgivable break in protocol.
Though the host had to admit that the contestant’s powers were mysterious and not quite something he understood. Maybe he did know something about the maybe-weapon.
Six did not move, though his blade continued spinning. As always, he could always fall back on the rules. If the contestant could answer the question, he was allowed to live. If not, then Six could finally kill this man for insisting on continually breaching protocol…there was the unfortunate matter that he did not quite know what the answer was himself. But rules were rules.
“Ques—que—“ No, no, it wasn’t good to stutter. What was the question number? No, it wasn’t like him to get confused.
Internal questions did…not count as actual questions. Not at all. “Question eighteen,” he said rather decisively. “What was the purpose of that device?”
The demon hunter seemed to realize that it was a question mostly directed to him, with a sort of hidden hostility that was unnerving. “It…might have been a machine built by Dr. Stein…”
“It’s a jamming device,” the scientist gasped out desperately, his voice quavering as he struggled to stay alert. “It was meant to shut you down,” he added.
Six did not show any acknowledgement of that answer until, a few seconds later, he sighed a “CORRECT.”
“Well, now you know,” the demon hunter said, obviously not understanding much of what it was at all. “May we help the poor man now?”
“Not ‘we,’” Six clarified. “You have failed to answer, contestant, which means—“
The very tense situation was rudely interrupted by a giant metal foot coming out of the wall.
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The room had been as important-seeming as that man had said and Carnea was extremely excited to finally just let the book open and all the struggling giant soldiers out. The three soldiers destroyed pretty much everything in the room just by being inside it and confusedly stomping around. When they got oriented, they actually used their weapons.
As usual, whenever she saw chaos erupt and her plans reached, all plump and fruity and ripe (was that a good metaphor?), Carnea wanted to gloat to gloat to the nearest authority figure (usually another god). There didn’t really seem to be a god who considered this building their belonging, unfortunately, and Carnea wasn’t quite sure what a mortal authority figure would even look like, so she had to settle for giggling to herself.
The place was starting to collapse. Two of the soldiers appeared to be trudging along through other walls. One flew straight out the ceiling and joined the party in the sky, though mostly it focused its weaponry down onto the base.
Really, it hadn’t been the most complex plan, or devious, but it was certainly rather destructive.
And lo, the kroanbards fell before Sorrel the First, for it was the skentwass of The Stiketunder, the Snave One, Yanis Carnea. He did not share his doatchings. It would only fall upon lelloed ears.
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With the addition of several other players in the sky, the fight with the supersoldier probably became much more interesting. Not that it wasn’t before, but really, fighting on top of an RV? Either side could probably pause their fire for a moment, reach over, and just slap the other. With the addition of a giant mech and a whirlybird that was likely to be armed, there were probably more (unwilling) platforms for one to do cool acrobatics off of. There were probably more angles for bullets to come from. And it was quite possible that COFCA had stopped arguing about what they could do and what option was the best and which one of them was the most stupid.
But all of that’s not interesting at all. Let’s ignore that.
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“Calm down! Calm down!” said the demon hunter, or at least something to that effect.
Six found himself not staring at him, but at the thing in his hand. It had changed. More specifically, it had changed into something edible, a miraculous act that most likely wasn’t part of the unknown weapon’s function. It was irrevocably changed, perhaps forever, meaning any chance that Six had to glean any information from it himself was gone. Without noticing, his blade started to spin once more, and he turned back and stepped towards the scientist, who played his part nicely and screamed and scuttled backwards while still nursing his stump.
The demon hunter moved to intercept him, even daring to try to divert his blade by pushing it at the elbow. Six shoved him aside and turned his attentions back to him. He was the one who made his moves of inquiry all for naught. He was the one who had destroyed information. It was an unforgivable break in protocol.
Though the host had to admit that the contestant’s powers were mysterious and not quite something he understood. Maybe he did know something about the maybe-weapon.
Six did not move, though his blade continued spinning. As always, he could always fall back on the rules. If the contestant could answer the question, he was allowed to live. If not, then Six could finally kill this man for insisting on continually breaching protocol…there was the unfortunate matter that he did not quite know what the answer was himself. But rules were rules.
“Ques—que—“ No, no, it wasn’t good to stutter. What was the question number? No, it wasn’t like him to get confused.
Internal questions did…not count as actual questions. Not at all. “Question eighteen,” he said rather decisively. “What was the purpose of that device?”
The demon hunter seemed to realize that it was a question mostly directed to him, with a sort of hidden hostility that was unnerving. “It…might have been a machine built by Dr. Stein…”
“It’s a jamming device,” the scientist gasped out desperately, his voice quavering as he struggled to stay alert. “It was meant to shut you down,” he added.
Six did not show any acknowledgement of that answer until, a few seconds later, he sighed a “CORRECT.”
“Well, now you know,” the demon hunter said, obviously not understanding much of what it was at all. “May we help the poor man now?”
“Not ‘we,’” Six clarified. “You have failed to answer, contestant, which means—“
The very tense situation was rudely interrupted by a giant metal foot coming out of the wall.
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The room had been as important-seeming as that man had said and Carnea was extremely excited to finally just let the book open and all the struggling giant soldiers out. The three soldiers destroyed pretty much everything in the room just by being inside it and confusedly stomping around. When they got oriented, they actually used their weapons.
As usual, whenever she saw chaos erupt and her plans reached, all plump and fruity and ripe (was that a good metaphor?), Carnea wanted to gloat to gloat to the nearest authority figure (usually another god). There didn’t really seem to be a god who considered this building their belonging, unfortunately, and Carnea wasn’t quite sure what a mortal authority figure would even look like, so she had to settle for giggling to herself.
The place was starting to collapse. Two of the soldiers appeared to be trudging along through other walls. One flew straight out the ceiling and joined the party in the sky, though mostly it focused its weaponry down onto the base.
Really, it hadn’t been the most complex plan, or devious, but it was certainly rather destructive.