Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
07-28-2011, 02:21 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
Fitz stumbled through the chaos, the dust and rubble, his lungs racking with a cough from the particles in the air. The deafening footfalls of the robots rang all around him, interrupted every few moments world-shattering gunfire. Fitz wanted to run. He wanted to scream. He wanted to puke.
The scientist, bruised and battered, the stump of his hand spurting blood, collapsed. He dry retched at the ground a few times, and then turned onto his back, staring into the cloud of war that hung above him.
“Be gentle, sky, and let me rest-” He said slowly, using his last ounce of energy. “These bones are worn - they lack the zest…”
As his eyes slowly closed, he noticed a figure stand above him, tall and foreboding. The single eye glinted in the madness as it spoke.
“Of flesh in life - they’re marrowless!- / Their arid surface, nakedness!-”
And then he fainted, exhausted.
~~~~
“Betrayed in death; no sheen of red / From coursing blood; and blue was shed.”
Six’s metal arms wrapped around Fitz as he spoke, slowly lifting him up. He stared into the limp, corpselike body, his mechanical stare thinking, calculating. This contestant answered the question correctly. He was not dying, if Six had any say in the matter.
"Upon the fading out of eyes / That cased the world and gave disguise"
There had to be a medical center somewhere nearby. There was even an EMT team on the set of Dice of Death, in case Six ever got a little too rambunctious with his killing and hurt an innocent bystander. In this chaos, however, it was going to be hard to make sense of where to navigate. There wasn’t really more strategy than randomly picking a direction and heading that way in that matter.
"To what my deepest thoughts had been- / But now I’m done with all I’ve seen."
So that’s exactly what Six did.
~~~~
Carnea wasn’t really expecting a dice-themed game show robot carrying a wounded human scientist (as if she knew what either of those things were) to come walking out of the destruction, but it was a pleasant surprise. Nothing could really sour her mood right now. Besides, she particularly enjoyed these metal warriors. They were just so much fun, like giant conglomerations of locks and doors.
The warrior (Six was his name, right?) hailed her. “Question 19: Do you know the location of any facilities which could help in recovering this contestant of his wounds?”
Although some of those words were completely foreign, the goddess was able to glean the general intent of the inquiry.
“Well,” she said. “No. I don’t. Although…”
She turned and pointed towards a section of the base that wasn’t in ruins.
“I think I saw some really crazy stuff over there. Maybe that can help you.”
Six considered this reply for a moment, before issuing a response.
“CORRE-I mean… thank you.”
The robot continued in the direction Carnea indicated, and she followed them with her eyes, thoroughly interested.
After thinking for a bit, she began following them, unlocking herself from the material plane to observe in relative stealth.
Fitz stumbled through the chaos, the dust and rubble, his lungs racking with a cough from the particles in the air. The deafening footfalls of the robots rang all around him, interrupted every few moments world-shattering gunfire. Fitz wanted to run. He wanted to scream. He wanted to puke.
The scientist, bruised and battered, the stump of his hand spurting blood, collapsed. He dry retched at the ground a few times, and then turned onto his back, staring into the cloud of war that hung above him.
“Be gentle, sky, and let me rest-” He said slowly, using his last ounce of energy. “These bones are worn - they lack the zest…”
As his eyes slowly closed, he noticed a figure stand above him, tall and foreboding. The single eye glinted in the madness as it spoke.
“Of flesh in life - they’re marrowless!- / Their arid surface, nakedness!-”
And then he fainted, exhausted.
~~~~
“Betrayed in death; no sheen of red / From coursing blood; and blue was shed.”
Six’s metal arms wrapped around Fitz as he spoke, slowly lifting him up. He stared into the limp, corpselike body, his mechanical stare thinking, calculating. This contestant answered the question correctly. He was not dying, if Six had any say in the matter.
"Upon the fading out of eyes / That cased the world and gave disguise"
There had to be a medical center somewhere nearby. There was even an EMT team on the set of Dice of Death, in case Six ever got a little too rambunctious with his killing and hurt an innocent bystander. In this chaos, however, it was going to be hard to make sense of where to navigate. There wasn’t really more strategy than randomly picking a direction and heading that way in that matter.
"To what my deepest thoughts had been- / But now I’m done with all I’ve seen."
So that’s exactly what Six did.
~~~~
Carnea wasn’t really expecting a dice-themed game show robot carrying a wounded human scientist (as if she knew what either of those things were) to come walking out of the destruction, but it was a pleasant surprise. Nothing could really sour her mood right now. Besides, she particularly enjoyed these metal warriors. They were just so much fun, like giant conglomerations of locks and doors.
The warrior (Six was his name, right?) hailed her. “Question 19: Do you know the location of any facilities which could help in recovering this contestant of his wounds?”
Although some of those words were completely foreign, the goddess was able to glean the general intent of the inquiry.
“Well,” she said. “No. I don’t. Although…”
She turned and pointed towards a section of the base that wasn’t in ruins.
“I think I saw some really crazy stuff over there. Maybe that can help you.”
Six considered this reply for a moment, before issuing a response.
“CORRE-I mean… thank you.”
The robot continued in the direction Carnea indicated, and she followed them with her eyes, thoroughly interested.
After thinking for a bit, she began following them, unlocking herself from the material plane to observe in relative stealth.