Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
07-17-2010, 09:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Laguja pressed its priest to keep up with the scientist; the brain-picking it intended to do was not impossible over distance, but it was faster and more accurate if the pincushion didn't have to waste power and focus on spanning large gaps. Muriegro sped as Riko did, who in turn was attempting to keep up with Eureka while avoiding the silent cultist. A refrain of Yakety Sax might have been more appropriate to the scene than the erie silence occasionally punctuated by disconcerting shrieks, right up until the darkness opened a gaping maw and the robed figure dropped into it, followed immediately by the scientist being devoured by his own shadowy portal.
Both fell a short distance; Muriegro, as the taller and more athletic, merely stumbled slightly, but Riko's knees buckled and he collapsed. The pair seemed to be at the top of a tall building, which gave an impressive view of much of the surrounding city. Several taller buildings were dotted around, however, creating holes in the panorama and limiting the strategic value of the position.
The priest turned his head silently, hand still in his pouch; Laguja had most of what it needed, or at the very least enough, and began reshaping the way Riko saw the world.
Riko hadn't even had time to yell with surprise before he was crashing down on an unfamiliar roof. He landed hard and collapsed, grabbing his ankle. It didn't feel broken, but there was almost certainly a sprain... Didn't he have a dose of that soft tissue repair accelerant somewhere? As he patted his pockets absently, he heard someone speaking to him and looked up.
The one the Prestidigitator had called High Priest Muriegro was pulling back his hood; rather than the scarred savage Riko had expected based on his description, the man before him was a fine-boned and nervous-looking young man. His eyes were narrowed with worry as he spoke, and when he closed his mouth, he tended to bite his lip. "What just happened?"
Riko of course didn't know, so he just shrugged and stood up. He'd honestly been a bit worried that the man he'd taken for a psychotic cultist had been planning on attacking, but the confused figure in front of him was making no aggressive move and seemed more intent on conversing than battling. He might make a more likely ally than the gruff cloth-mage had proved to be; still, he vaguely remembered the host saying some... thhhhh...
The pincushion didn't swear so much as emote annoyance at itself. It had momentarily forgotten that the bastard that had put them here had described for everyone to see the nature of its fleshy tool; it was the work of a moment to cull the troublesome memory from the chemist's overstuffed mind, but it was an unforgivably stupid mistake. Overwriting it was similarly no problem, but it was frustrating.
Remembered... Remembered that Muriegro had been described as some sort of witch doctor, he thought. A magical healer of some sort; really, Riko couldn't recall why he hadn't sought the man out sooner: he seemed to be the only contestant that wasn't an utter psychopath, a monster, or solitary and rude. The scientist flashed a smile at the nervous priest. "So... I saw you talking to someone; do you still have a connection to the world outside?"
He didn't see any reason to lie right now. He waved the communicator vaguely, nodding. "Yeah, it works on-..." Trustworthy or not, Muriegro didn't seem like there was any way he'd understand quantum communications technology. Or radios for that matter. He trailed off lamely with an "Er, yes I do."
Laguja was overjoyed. This was better than it could have hoped for! Not only was it proving easy to subtly nudge its target's emotions the way to wanted, but he had communication with someone outside the battle. If it was going to take its revenge on the false god who had put it here, that would doubtless prove an invaluable tool, doubly so if the scientist's friends were powerful. It let a smile creep into Riko's perception of the priest. "That's amazing!"
Laguja pressed its priest to keep up with the scientist; the brain-picking it intended to do was not impossible over distance, but it was faster and more accurate if the pincushion didn't have to waste power and focus on spanning large gaps. Muriegro sped as Riko did, who in turn was attempting to keep up with Eureka while avoiding the silent cultist. A refrain of Yakety Sax might have been more appropriate to the scene than the erie silence occasionally punctuated by disconcerting shrieks, right up until the darkness opened a gaping maw and the robed figure dropped into it, followed immediately by the scientist being devoured by his own shadowy portal.
Both fell a short distance; Muriegro, as the taller and more athletic, merely stumbled slightly, but Riko's knees buckled and he collapsed. The pair seemed to be at the top of a tall building, which gave an impressive view of much of the surrounding city. Several taller buildings were dotted around, however, creating holes in the panorama and limiting the strategic value of the position.
The priest turned his head silently, hand still in his pouch; Laguja had most of what it needed, or at the very least enough, and began reshaping the way Riko saw the world.
Riko hadn't even had time to yell with surprise before he was crashing down on an unfamiliar roof. He landed hard and collapsed, grabbing his ankle. It didn't feel broken, but there was almost certainly a sprain... Didn't he have a dose of that soft tissue repair accelerant somewhere? As he patted his pockets absently, he heard someone speaking to him and looked up.
The one the Prestidigitator had called High Priest Muriegro was pulling back his hood; rather than the scarred savage Riko had expected based on his description, the man before him was a fine-boned and nervous-looking young man. His eyes were narrowed with worry as he spoke, and when he closed his mouth, he tended to bite his lip. "What just happened?"
Riko of course didn't know, so he just shrugged and stood up. He'd honestly been a bit worried that the man he'd taken for a psychotic cultist had been planning on attacking, but the confused figure in front of him was making no aggressive move and seemed more intent on conversing than battling. He might make a more likely ally than the gruff cloth-mage had proved to be; still, he vaguely remembered the host saying some... thhhhh...
The pincushion didn't swear so much as emote annoyance at itself. It had momentarily forgotten that the bastard that had put them here had described for everyone to see the nature of its fleshy tool; it was the work of a moment to cull the troublesome memory from the chemist's overstuffed mind, but it was an unforgivably stupid mistake. Overwriting it was similarly no problem, but it was frustrating.
Remembered... Remembered that Muriegro had been described as some sort of witch doctor, he thought. A magical healer of some sort; really, Riko couldn't recall why he hadn't sought the man out sooner: he seemed to be the only contestant that wasn't an utter psychopath, a monster, or solitary and rude. The scientist flashed a smile at the nervous priest. "So... I saw you talking to someone; do you still have a connection to the world outside?"
He didn't see any reason to lie right now. He waved the communicator vaguely, nodding. "Yeah, it works on-..." Trustworthy or not, Muriegro didn't seem like there was any way he'd understand quantum communications technology. Or radios for that matter. He trailed off lamely with an "Er, yes I do."
Laguja was overjoyed. This was better than it could have hoped for! Not only was it proving easy to subtly nudge its target's emotions the way to wanted, but he had communication with someone outside the battle. If it was going to take its revenge on the false god who had put it here, that would doubtless prove an invaluable tool, doubly so if the scientist's friends were powerful. It let a smile creep into Riko's perception of the priest. "That's amazing!"