Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
07-16-2010, 06:34 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Being whisked away from his ever so noisy and busy post to be dropped in this abandoned wilderness had a certain impact on Riko. The constant racket his job provided was taken away, and he was left with the annoying sound of silence left buzzing in his ear. The quietude of the surrounding buildings struck Riko as odd, synthetic even. He was stalking Afterparty for any life with this newfound serenity when suddenly his plans performed a full turn to the other direction upon meeting the robed man in possession of the demonic pincushion. He didn't flinch in the slightest, nor show any sign of the fact he noticed the scientist, to the point one could question the fact he could notice anything. He backed away.
The buzzing continued, louder than before, and turned into a form of static. A clearly annoyed Riko decided to break the silence by humming something. Anything. It became clear this wasn't the sound of silence, but someone's influence on him. He noticed too late, as La Aguja commenced its wailing for everyone to hear. The agonising screeches soon proved too much to bear, and Riko cramped up, covering his ears with hands and scarf. The sadness within the cries could not have been described, or even fully felt by a human being. No words, expletives or tears would be enough to do it justice, and neither could they describe the relief one could feel once the screams stopped, or the exhaustion after fighting with this sadness.
Riko staggered, and tried to get a steady grip on himself again. "What the hell was that?!", he shouted to no one in particular. He quickly pulled out his communicator, barely pressing the correct numbers to get in touch with GRIMACE. First the job, then the family, as he's always had lived. "Hello? Scientist thirty-one looking for contact!" A gruff voice on the opposite end answered. "Thirty-one, where the hell are you? Get back to your post!" "Sir, if I had any idea I swear I would tell you right now. I've been teleported away by some unknown force. Can you trace my coordinates?" "It's always the same deal with you scientist types. If I had a penny for everytime something went wrong because of you guys I would nearly have enough cash to fix that fucking hole in Sector 88! If we find you and you are not far enough away to just take a cab over here I will make your entire bloody job hell on Earth!" "Believe me, sir, I am in hell on Earth." As usual, the general had nothing of merit to say, but he was a good man. He would surely make sure to find him. He just had to wait a bit.
He decided to make some contact with other people. The more they grew fond of him, the less likely they were to assault him. He greeted the cloth mage. "Hey, you're the one who can work with clothes, right? This hoodie is growing a bit short, but it's really comfy. Care to help me out here?"
Being whisked away from his ever so noisy and busy post to be dropped in this abandoned wilderness had a certain impact on Riko. The constant racket his job provided was taken away, and he was left with the annoying sound of silence left buzzing in his ear. The quietude of the surrounding buildings struck Riko as odd, synthetic even. He was stalking Afterparty for any life with this newfound serenity when suddenly his plans performed a full turn to the other direction upon meeting the robed man in possession of the demonic pincushion. He didn't flinch in the slightest, nor show any sign of the fact he noticed the scientist, to the point one could question the fact he could notice anything. He backed away.
The buzzing continued, louder than before, and turned into a form of static. A clearly annoyed Riko decided to break the silence by humming something. Anything. It became clear this wasn't the sound of silence, but someone's influence on him. He noticed too late, as La Aguja commenced its wailing for everyone to hear. The agonising screeches soon proved too much to bear, and Riko cramped up, covering his ears with hands and scarf. The sadness within the cries could not have been described, or even fully felt by a human being. No words, expletives or tears would be enough to do it justice, and neither could they describe the relief one could feel once the screams stopped, or the exhaustion after fighting with this sadness.
Riko staggered, and tried to get a steady grip on himself again. "What the hell was that?!", he shouted to no one in particular. He quickly pulled out his communicator, barely pressing the correct numbers to get in touch with GRIMACE. First the job, then the family, as he's always had lived. "Hello? Scientist thirty-one looking for contact!" A gruff voice on the opposite end answered. "Thirty-one, where the hell are you? Get back to your post!" "Sir, if I had any idea I swear I would tell you right now. I've been teleported away by some unknown force. Can you trace my coordinates?" "It's always the same deal with you scientist types. If I had a penny for everytime something went wrong because of you guys I would nearly have enough cash to fix that fucking hole in Sector 88! If we find you and you are not far enough away to just take a cab over here I will make your entire bloody job hell on Earth!" "Believe me, sir, I am in hell on Earth." As usual, the general had nothing of merit to say, but he was a good man. He would surely make sure to find him. He just had to wait a bit.
He decided to make some contact with other people. The more they grew fond of him, the less likely they were to assault him. He greeted the cloth mage. "Hey, you're the one who can work with clothes, right? This hoodie is growing a bit short, but it's really comfy. Care to help me out here?"
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