Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
08-06-2010, 12:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Oh thank you, weird, dark snake-thing. Maybe you don't know the meaning of 'alliance,' but it meant more than popping in to say hello every once in a while.
Despite Eureka's sarcasm, she did have to admit that this dark whachas Sydork bestowed upon her as shielding was very helpful. Even though it broke after a few well-launched fireballs. Her bandages were still fireproof and she used this to gleeful advantage (at least as gleeful as she ever got), punching aside fireballs flung at her (making more expensive collateral damage, much to the barkeepers indifferent dismay) and keeping up a strong defense until she spotted a chance, ducked another attack and grabbed a handful of fireflies with a flick of a bandage.
"Hey!" Thatix yelled indignantly, feeling strangely violated in a way, but Eureka had already crushed them.
It so happened that a handful of fireflies wasn't actually many fireflies at all and she had only killed a small part of what had made up Thatix, but watching the swarm, it seemed that it had a much greater effect than she thought it would. She stood defensively as the fireflies in front of her were worryingly still. She could hear another battle go on elsewhere nearby. She wondered why the hell the bartender was counting off random numbers.
It was hard to read the expression of a swarm of fireflies, but there was no misunderstanding what she said; "You die, Finch. Now." And she attacked with renewed vigor, with ferociousness that plain forced Eureka into the defensive.
"Stop using my last name!" She called back. "Uh, um, Satin!"
"Thatix," the mass of fireflies snarled back, now practically incinerating the place around them. "You'd best remember that name before you die! It'll be the name of the ruler of the world!" And then she dissolved into random cackling.
"I can't remember that name!" Eureka yelled back, hoping dearly that the dark-magic-energy-thing wouldn't fade from her bandages as well. But knowing her luck, it probably would. "And that's a stupid name!"
At that point, the bartender approached. She wasn't sure how, with all the fire in the way, but he did. He still seemed quite nonchalant about the destruction going on around him. "I can teleport these pests away if you pay for the damage."
Eureka, a little distracted, didn't exactly hear him at first, but once the meaning came across, she stared at him incredulously. "You have teleportation powers and you never thought to use them until now?"
Then the bartender told her the cost.
Oh. Of course. Merchant with ulterior monetary motives.
"No, no, the other guys have the money," she said hastily, trying not to get killed while in the middle of the conversation. She couldn't help but bitterly note that every shot of fire that went anywhere near the bartender was warped away. "Teleport me away and uh, Sytax and that pirate guy'll pay or something, please do it fast anddon'tteleportmeanywherestupid."
The bartender, not particularly caring who paid as long as someone was paying (or maybe he actually didn't care at all, it was actually hard to tell), complied and in a blue flash, Eureka was gone.
Teleportation was not a very friendly experience for the uninitiated. Eureka hoped she didn't need to do it again any time soon. She managed not to collapse on the ground like a helpless sack of helplessness and started off towards a random direction, unable to tell where the hell she was and feeling a little cynical about the chance that she wouldn't run into anybody else. At least that bar situation was behind her now.
Oh thank you, weird, dark snake-thing. Maybe you don't know the meaning of 'alliance,' but it meant more than popping in to say hello every once in a while.
Despite Eureka's sarcasm, she did have to admit that this dark whachas Sydork bestowed upon her as shielding was very helpful. Even though it broke after a few well-launched fireballs. Her bandages were still fireproof and she used this to gleeful advantage (at least as gleeful as she ever got), punching aside fireballs flung at her (making more expensive collateral damage, much to the barkeepers indifferent dismay) and keeping up a strong defense until she spotted a chance, ducked another attack and grabbed a handful of fireflies with a flick of a bandage.
"Hey!" Thatix yelled indignantly, feeling strangely violated in a way, but Eureka had already crushed them.
It so happened that a handful of fireflies wasn't actually many fireflies at all and she had only killed a small part of what had made up Thatix, but watching the swarm, it seemed that it had a much greater effect than she thought it would. She stood defensively as the fireflies in front of her were worryingly still. She could hear another battle go on elsewhere nearby. She wondered why the hell the bartender was counting off random numbers.
It was hard to read the expression of a swarm of fireflies, but there was no misunderstanding what she said; "You die, Finch. Now." And she attacked with renewed vigor, with ferociousness that plain forced Eureka into the defensive.
"Stop using my last name!" She called back. "Uh, um, Satin!"
"Thatix," the mass of fireflies snarled back, now practically incinerating the place around them. "You'd best remember that name before you die! It'll be the name of the ruler of the world!" And then she dissolved into random cackling.
"I can't remember that name!" Eureka yelled back, hoping dearly that the dark-magic-energy-thing wouldn't fade from her bandages as well. But knowing her luck, it probably would. "And that's a stupid name!"
At that point, the bartender approached. She wasn't sure how, with all the fire in the way, but he did. He still seemed quite nonchalant about the destruction going on around him. "I can teleport these pests away if you pay for the damage."
Eureka, a little distracted, didn't exactly hear him at first, but once the meaning came across, she stared at him incredulously. "You have teleportation powers and you never thought to use them until now?"
Then the bartender told her the cost.
Oh. Of course. Merchant with ulterior monetary motives.
"No, no, the other guys have the money," she said hastily, trying not to get killed while in the middle of the conversation. She couldn't help but bitterly note that every shot of fire that went anywhere near the bartender was warped away. "Teleport me away and uh, Sytax and that pirate guy'll pay or something, please do it fast anddon'tteleportmeanywherestupid."
The bartender, not particularly caring who paid as long as someone was paying (or maybe he actually didn't care at all, it was actually hard to tell), complied and in a blue flash, Eureka was gone.
Teleportation was not a very friendly experience for the uninitiated. Eureka hoped she didn't need to do it again any time soon. She managed not to collapse on the ground like a helpless sack of helplessness and started off towards a random direction, unable to tell where the hell she was and feeling a little cynical about the chance that she wouldn't run into anybody else. At least that bar situation was behind her now.