Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
06-21-2010, 06:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lord Paradise.
"Hey, Kracht!" called out Jen, cheerily. "Let me try something."
Kracht groaned and stretched out his hand. Jen's new sword made a disappointed fizzling noise upon contact with his wrist, and then decided to go in a different direction, flashing with irritation.
"Thought so," lamented Jen. "Useless piece of shit isn't even properly sentient. I'm calling it Clive."
Eighty per cent of the time, she had called it Owen. It's awful how easy some things are to remember.
"You wanna know a secret, Clive?" Jen told Clive, walking off and leaving Kracht to pursue his quest in silence. "As soon as I shank a couple of terrorists with you I'm going to try and trade up. Maybe I'll talk to the, uh, the anvil guy. Erkel." Clive largely ignored her, humming in a radioactive monotone. Jen fell silent as well, reminiscing about one of her favorite swords, a dirk named Dirk carved from a wish by Republican gnomes. After using Dirk to rend the All-Curtain (bringing much-needed shade and privacy to the people of the Place) and pierce the cotton hearts of eleven of the High Council of Pedophiles (the other two made a suicide pact), Jen had referred Dirk to a psychiatrist who had helped him confront his latent bisexuality. She hadn't heard from him in years.
Jen pointed Clive in front of her eyes and squinted. It didn't make anything any less gray. When she got back to R&D only the chess guy was there, and she was too morose to try and strike up a conversation with him.
"Hey, Kracht!" called out Jen, cheerily. "Let me try something."
Kracht groaned and stretched out his hand. Jen's new sword made a disappointed fizzling noise upon contact with his wrist, and then decided to go in a different direction, flashing with irritation.
"Thought so," lamented Jen. "Useless piece of shit isn't even properly sentient. I'm calling it Clive."
Eighty per cent of the time, she had called it Owen. It's awful how easy some things are to remember.
"You wanna know a secret, Clive?" Jen told Clive, walking off and leaving Kracht to pursue his quest in silence. "As soon as I shank a couple of terrorists with you I'm going to try and trade up. Maybe I'll talk to the, uh, the anvil guy. Erkel." Clive largely ignored her, humming in a radioactive monotone. Jen fell silent as well, reminiscing about one of her favorite swords, a dirk named Dirk carved from a wish by Republican gnomes. After using Dirk to rend the All-Curtain (bringing much-needed shade and privacy to the people of the Place) and pierce the cotton hearts of eleven of the High Council of Pedophiles (the other two made a suicide pact), Jen had referred Dirk to a psychiatrist who had helped him confront his latent bisexuality. She hadn't heard from him in years.
Jen pointed Clive in front of her eyes and squinted. It didn't make anything any less gray. When she got back to R&D only the chess guy was there, and she was too morose to try and strike up a conversation with him.