Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
07-06-2010, 11:20 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
After sending that message to Arkal, Xadrez's face froze for a moment in an expression of clear malice, grinning and murmuring to himself about his tactic. Indeed, the best move to make. Arkal's anvil is precious to him, and he is unlikely to be grateful to that anomaly for absconding with his anvil, no matter what its intentions...
In all those iterations, there was always one certainity that no matter how many oddities could nullify: Something was always happening in Alpha Complex. It was certainly a view to behold, watching red-clearance troubleshooters oblitterate in front of your very eyes, for the suspicion of not taking drug this and that. As long as you weren't paying mind to the fact you yourself could end up the same way, it was rather humorous at times.
Kracht sat down for a while in the hallway leading towards R&D, checking the time of daycycle. By now, Xadrez must have surely already sent that message of his, in an attempt to play out that grudge he bore against Kracht. Perhaps Arkal would soon come this way. He sometimes ran into Jen on the way there, and if that was the case, he wouldn't show up for another hour. He decided, after a while of waiting, he'd not have it get that far this time. He headed off towards the sound of a blacksmith's fury.
"Hey, limeface! Where do you get off stealing my anvil?" "Oh, hello Arkal. You should know, I only took them because those goons from PURGE left it there in plain sight, for anyone to nab! It's a little heavy, though. Would you care to take it over?" Kracht dropped the anvil on the ground, with much too little precision for the forger's taste. "What the hell are you trying to pull?! It ain't made of rubber, you know! Treat her with a little care!" It soon became clear there wasn't a way to satisfy him on the matter. "Sorry, I should've known better. I hope the damage isn't all too great, and I won't take... her with me in the future." "You bet! If future me catches you running off with her again, I can't promise what I'd do to you!"
Still enraged, but not looking for another impossible fight, Arkal headed off towards R&D at a quicker pace than before. Kracht wisely chose a different route.
After sending that message to Arkal, Xadrez's face froze for a moment in an expression of clear malice, grinning and murmuring to himself about his tactic. Indeed, the best move to make. Arkal's anvil is precious to him, and he is unlikely to be grateful to that anomaly for absconding with his anvil, no matter what its intentions...
In all those iterations, there was always one certainity that no matter how many oddities could nullify: Something was always happening in Alpha Complex. It was certainly a view to behold, watching red-clearance troubleshooters oblitterate in front of your very eyes, for the suspicion of not taking drug this and that. As long as you weren't paying mind to the fact you yourself could end up the same way, it was rather humorous at times.
Kracht sat down for a while in the hallway leading towards R&D, checking the time of daycycle. By now, Xadrez must have surely already sent that message of his, in an attempt to play out that grudge he bore against Kracht. Perhaps Arkal would soon come this way. He sometimes ran into Jen on the way there, and if that was the case, he wouldn't show up for another hour. He decided, after a while of waiting, he'd not have it get that far this time. He headed off towards the sound of a blacksmith's fury.
"Hey, limeface! Where do you get off stealing my anvil?" "Oh, hello Arkal. You should know, I only took them because those goons from PURGE left it there in plain sight, for anyone to nab! It's a little heavy, though. Would you care to take it over?" Kracht dropped the anvil on the ground, with much too little precision for the forger's taste. "What the hell are you trying to pull?! It ain't made of rubber, you know! Treat her with a little care!" It soon became clear there wasn't a way to satisfy him on the matter. "Sorry, I should've known better. I hope the damage isn't all too great, and I won't take... her with me in the future." "You bet! If future me catches you running off with her again, I can't promise what I'd do to you!"
Still enraged, but not looking for another impossible fight, Arkal headed off towards R&D at a quicker pace than before. Kracht wisely chose a different route.
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