Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Final Round: The Treasury)
08-28-2011, 11:11 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
The girl strolled casually through the vault, her bare feet cold against the hard stone floor. Her fingertips danced along the podiums and plinths that held exquisite treasures. She’d heard movement, and her curiosity had brought her out into the vault proper. It probably meant that they were adding new treasures to the vault, but maybe it meant that a ruggedly handsome bandit had finally managed to penetrate the defences of this place. He’d want to steal her away of course and that would be a BAD THING but maybe she’d let him steal her away just for a little while. Merely thinking about the possibility of her gentleman thief made her heart simultaneously soar and sink. No, she chided herself. She wasn’t allowed to leave the vault for any reason, no matter what any well chiselled scoundrel with dubious intentions might say to convince her otherwise.
Carefully she picked her way through the pedestals, disinterested in the rare and valuable antiques and priceless treasures that rested upon them. She’d seen them all too many times before, they were boring. She moved through the rows and rows of treasures, until she saw perched atop one of the pedestals there was some kind of blob thing with little arms and a purple badge.
While she was a little disappointed the girl was heartened that she would at least have a companion in this dreary place. She had been alone for so long that any companion would be an improvement, even a weird black blob that didn’t appear very interesting. She poked at the blob with a fingertip, causing it to shrink back and look up at her with a look of confusion and concern.
“It’s okay…” the girl said soothingly. She scooped the blob up in her hands. “We’re going to be good friends you and I!” she held him up to her face and read his badge. “I think I am going to call you Praetorian.”
At that moment there was a noise in the distance. It sounded like something falling from one of the pedestals and smashing upon the stone floor. The girl, without a second thought, dumped the newly christened Praetorian and darted off through the aisles of treasures towards the noise. That didn’t sound like the noise that the owners made when bringing in a new treasure. That sounded decidedly like a handsome young vagabond come to steal the treasures of the vault. She rationalised to herself that she was only going to watch him from a distance and make sure that he didn’t try to kidnap her of course.
As she approached she saw the movement of an oddly dressed man trying to put the vase he had broken back together. Around him a selection of animals slithered and crawled along the treasures of the vault. He wasn’t exactly what she had pictured when she had pictured the man who would break into this vault and sweep her off her feet. Not that that was a thing she wanted of course…
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Hector glanced furtively around, one of these creatures had knocked this vase off the podium and he was pretty sure that any minute the security team the voice had mentioned would arrive, and he didn’t want to think of what would happen then. He didn’t have an alien robot interface to hide behind this time…
When someone stepped out from between the aisles of treasures his first thought was that it was a security guard come to arrest him, and he staggered back raising his hands to protect him. After a second there was a sigh and he lowered his hands to see the girl standing over him, a look of disappointment on her face.
She was wearing a thin white gown that barely covered her beautiful golden skin; her hair was a long silver tangle scraping against the floor as she moved. She seemed to glow from within, lighting up the dimly lit vault with her presence.
“I guess you’ll have to do.” She said; her voice was like the melodious ringing of distant bells.
“What?” Hector asked bewilderedly.
“You’ll have to hurry if you want to take me.” The girl replied. “Security will probably be here pretty soon.”
“Excuse me?” Hector asked. The girl sighed heavily.
“You’re going to steal me.” She said. “Now come on, we don’t have much time.”
“Who are you?” Hector asked. “What are you doing in here?”
“Who am I?” The girl scoffed. “How can you not know who I am? I’m the girl. I’m the treasure. I’m the whole damn point of this vault. Now you really shouldn’t be stealing me but if you’re quick you’ll get away with it.”
As the girl pulled Hector to his feet and pointed him towards the least well guarded exit from the vault she couldn’t help but think that there had been a good reason she was kept inside the vault. She was sure there was. It was the very reason she’d been so reluctant to be rescued.
But for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was.
The girl strolled casually through the vault, her bare feet cold against the hard stone floor. Her fingertips danced along the podiums and plinths that held exquisite treasures. She’d heard movement, and her curiosity had brought her out into the vault proper. It probably meant that they were adding new treasures to the vault, but maybe it meant that a ruggedly handsome bandit had finally managed to penetrate the defences of this place. He’d want to steal her away of course and that would be a BAD THING but maybe she’d let him steal her away just for a little while. Merely thinking about the possibility of her gentleman thief made her heart simultaneously soar and sink. No, she chided herself. She wasn’t allowed to leave the vault for any reason, no matter what any well chiselled scoundrel with dubious intentions might say to convince her otherwise.
Carefully she picked her way through the pedestals, disinterested in the rare and valuable antiques and priceless treasures that rested upon them. She’d seen them all too many times before, they were boring. She moved through the rows and rows of treasures, until she saw perched atop one of the pedestals there was some kind of blob thing with little arms and a purple badge.
While she was a little disappointed the girl was heartened that she would at least have a companion in this dreary place. She had been alone for so long that any companion would be an improvement, even a weird black blob that didn’t appear very interesting. She poked at the blob with a fingertip, causing it to shrink back and look up at her with a look of confusion and concern.
“It’s okay…” the girl said soothingly. She scooped the blob up in her hands. “We’re going to be good friends you and I!” she held him up to her face and read his badge. “I think I am going to call you Praetorian.”
At that moment there was a noise in the distance. It sounded like something falling from one of the pedestals and smashing upon the stone floor. The girl, without a second thought, dumped the newly christened Praetorian and darted off through the aisles of treasures towards the noise. That didn’t sound like the noise that the owners made when bringing in a new treasure. That sounded decidedly like a handsome young vagabond come to steal the treasures of the vault. She rationalised to herself that she was only going to watch him from a distance and make sure that he didn’t try to kidnap her of course.
As she approached she saw the movement of an oddly dressed man trying to put the vase he had broken back together. Around him a selection of animals slithered and crawled along the treasures of the vault. He wasn’t exactly what she had pictured when she had pictured the man who would break into this vault and sweep her off her feet. Not that that was a thing she wanted of course…
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Hector glanced furtively around, one of these creatures had knocked this vase off the podium and he was pretty sure that any minute the security team the voice had mentioned would arrive, and he didn’t want to think of what would happen then. He didn’t have an alien robot interface to hide behind this time…
When someone stepped out from between the aisles of treasures his first thought was that it was a security guard come to arrest him, and he staggered back raising his hands to protect him. After a second there was a sigh and he lowered his hands to see the girl standing over him, a look of disappointment on her face.
She was wearing a thin white gown that barely covered her beautiful golden skin; her hair was a long silver tangle scraping against the floor as she moved. She seemed to glow from within, lighting up the dimly lit vault with her presence.
“I guess you’ll have to do.” She said; her voice was like the melodious ringing of distant bells.
“What?” Hector asked bewilderedly.
“You’ll have to hurry if you want to take me.” The girl replied. “Security will probably be here pretty soon.”
“Excuse me?” Hector asked. The girl sighed heavily.
“You’re going to steal me.” She said. “Now come on, we don’t have much time.”
“Who are you?” Hector asked. “What are you doing in here?”
“Who am I?” The girl scoffed. “How can you not know who I am? I’m the girl. I’m the treasure. I’m the whole damn point of this vault. Now you really shouldn’t be stealing me but if you’re quick you’ll get away with it.”
As the girl pulled Hector to his feet and pointed him towards the least well guarded exit from the vault she couldn’t help but think that there had been a good reason she was kept inside the vault. She was sure there was. It was the very reason she’d been so reluctant to be rescued.
But for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was.
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