Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
09-26-2011, 04:09 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
As the RV swerved, Parsley had been knocked to the floor, entirely unprepared for the sudden shift. As he pulled himself to his feet, he heard the bunker exploding, and saw the demon jumping out of the machine's doorway. He muttered a curse under his breath, and immediately settled on the mad scientist as the cause of his problems.
"Damn ye, Stein! I can't take me eyes off ye for even an instant! For your sake, ye'd best hope the poor soul who owned that cottage was out, or I'll never forgive ye." Parsley walked back to the driver's seat, holding his knife to Tom's throat. "And I'm none too pleased that you didn't mention this infernal machine's weaponry, though I can hardly say I'm surprised, either."
Tom wasn't sure how to respond. He found himself hoping for a miracle to get him out of this, or at the very least Clarice with a frying pan. In the meantime, all he could do was keep driving.
As the RV crossed a particularly bumpy patch of ground, Clarice lost her balance and hit her head on the frying pan she had just picked up.
A few minute later, Tom found the closest thing to a miracle he was getting was a giant robot coming into view through the windshield.
"There's the blasted thing! Stop this contraption of yours, Stein. We've got a job to do now. And ye'd best not try any more tricks, I'll be watchin' ye the whole time."
"Yep, got it," Tom said nervously. He stood up carefully, and put Baby Emma down in the driver's seat; hopefully Parsley wouldn't insist on bringing her along.
Parsley dragged him out, and they approached the mech. Fortunately, it was engaged in a firefight with some human soldiers, and consequently its back was to the duo.
As they neared its foot, Parsley grabbed Tom by the shirt.
"Where's this weak point, Stein?"
Tom panicked, and randomly pointed at the middle of the titan's back. About a minute later, after he'd calmed down enough to gather some of his wits, he realized that he could have pointed at the bottom of the leg or some other more acessible spot. Unfortunately, by then Parsley had already dragged him to the robot's foot and started to climb.
It was at this point that Tom realized he was technically free. He wondered how fast he could run, and more specifically, if it was fast enough to get out of crossbow range.
"Come on, Stein! I'd prefer havin' two hands fer climbing this monstrosity. Don't make me pull ye up here."
Tom sighed and started scaling the leg. He didn't think he could run fast enough. Of course, after about fifteen minutes or so of climbing, Parsley would find out that he didn't actually know how to shut down a giant robot.
Five minutes of climbing later, as they reached the top of the leg, a new problem arose. Smaller machines flew around from the front of the mech, and started to close in on the duo.
"Damn! Stein, how do I stop these blasted devices of yours?"
Tom didn't know. They weren't his, after all. But to Parsley's mind, they were supposedly Baron Stein's...
But then, Parsley didn't trust his senses.
"These aren't mine! I don't recognize them! They must be an illusion. Maybe they're imps or something. Try, um, shooting them?"
"Imps?" Parsley groaned, firing a bolt of bread at the nearest drone and knocking it away. "I might've known. The little bastards love mechanisms, always loosenin' carriage wheels. Your lab might as well be a playground for 'em. If they're about, it's no wonder ye've lost control of this thing."
Parsley grumbled, as he fired a few more breadbolts to little effect. "I'm barely holdin' em off. Ye'd best go on ahead and stop yer machine. Much as it pains me, I've little choice but to rely on ye here, Stein."
Tom would have protested, but given where he was, making the crazy man angry wasn't his favorite option. Besides, the hoverbots or whatever they were seemed to be ignoring him; maybe they could tell that he wasn't armed.
"Yeah, okay. I think they're more interested in you." Then he found himself getting into character, despite the situation. "It's such a shame to destroy one of my beautiful creations, but I suppose you've left me with no choice, Krose."
Tom climbed further up, realizing that he was barely suppressing an urge to laugh maniacally. He might have to let that out later, if he survived.
As the RV swerved, Parsley had been knocked to the floor, entirely unprepared for the sudden shift. As he pulled himself to his feet, he heard the bunker exploding, and saw the demon jumping out of the machine's doorway. He muttered a curse under his breath, and immediately settled on the mad scientist as the cause of his problems.
"Damn ye, Stein! I can't take me eyes off ye for even an instant! For your sake, ye'd best hope the poor soul who owned that cottage was out, or I'll never forgive ye." Parsley walked back to the driver's seat, holding his knife to Tom's throat. "And I'm none too pleased that you didn't mention this infernal machine's weaponry, though I can hardly say I'm surprised, either."
Tom wasn't sure how to respond. He found himself hoping for a miracle to get him out of this, or at the very least Clarice with a frying pan. In the meantime, all he could do was keep driving.
As the RV crossed a particularly bumpy patch of ground, Clarice lost her balance and hit her head on the frying pan she had just picked up.
A few minute later, Tom found the closest thing to a miracle he was getting was a giant robot coming into view through the windshield.
"There's the blasted thing! Stop this contraption of yours, Stein. We've got a job to do now. And ye'd best not try any more tricks, I'll be watchin' ye the whole time."
"Yep, got it," Tom said nervously. He stood up carefully, and put Baby Emma down in the driver's seat; hopefully Parsley wouldn't insist on bringing her along.
Parsley dragged him out, and they approached the mech. Fortunately, it was engaged in a firefight with some human soldiers, and consequently its back was to the duo.
As they neared its foot, Parsley grabbed Tom by the shirt.
"Where's this weak point, Stein?"
Tom panicked, and randomly pointed at the middle of the titan's back. About a minute later, after he'd calmed down enough to gather some of his wits, he realized that he could have pointed at the bottom of the leg or some other more acessible spot. Unfortunately, by then Parsley had already dragged him to the robot's foot and started to climb.
It was at this point that Tom realized he was technically free. He wondered how fast he could run, and more specifically, if it was fast enough to get out of crossbow range.
"Come on, Stein! I'd prefer havin' two hands fer climbing this monstrosity. Don't make me pull ye up here."
Tom sighed and started scaling the leg. He didn't think he could run fast enough. Of course, after about fifteen minutes or so of climbing, Parsley would find out that he didn't actually know how to shut down a giant robot.
Five minutes of climbing later, as they reached the top of the leg, a new problem arose. Smaller machines flew around from the front of the mech, and started to close in on the duo.
"Damn! Stein, how do I stop these blasted devices of yours?"
Tom didn't know. They weren't his, after all. But to Parsley's mind, they were supposedly Baron Stein's...
But then, Parsley didn't trust his senses.
"These aren't mine! I don't recognize them! They must be an illusion. Maybe they're imps or something. Try, um, shooting them?"
"Imps?" Parsley groaned, firing a bolt of bread at the nearest drone and knocking it away. "I might've known. The little bastards love mechanisms, always loosenin' carriage wheels. Your lab might as well be a playground for 'em. If they're about, it's no wonder ye've lost control of this thing."
Parsley grumbled, as he fired a few more breadbolts to little effect. "I'm barely holdin' em off. Ye'd best go on ahead and stop yer machine. Much as it pains me, I've little choice but to rely on ye here, Stein."
Tom would have protested, but given where he was, making the crazy man angry wasn't his favorite option. Besides, the hoverbots or whatever they were seemed to be ignoring him; maybe they could tell that he wasn't armed.
"Yeah, okay. I think they're more interested in you." Then he found himself getting into character, despite the situation. "It's such a shame to destroy one of my beautiful creations, but I suppose you've left me with no choice, Krose."
Tom climbed further up, realizing that he was barely suppressing an urge to laugh maniacally. He might have to let that out later, if he survived.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse