Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round One: Afterparty]
09-20-2010, 04:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Thatix cackled in place a bit, going on in her head about how powerful she exactly was, and how easy she would be able to defeat all of these copies of chancellor Riko at once, especially in her new form. She did quickly stop that train of though once the first ice ray narrowly passed her by, and looked at the crowd of Riko's. Scientist #22 held up his newest weapon, his Cryobeam project, in all its glory. Riko quickly motioned to cease fire. "She's a contestant. If you kill her, I vanish, and you need to trace me again. Only paralise her." The scientists nodded almost in unison, and grabbed for a different firearm each. The beams all focused on hitting Thatix, but her nimble fireflies were able to dodge most of the hits. "Hah! Futile efforts from a fallen senate! I will eradicate you!" Her monologue distracted her, and the frontlines managed to score a few hits, numbing the individual fireflies. They buzzed a bit, but soon dropped to the sandy floor. Thatix felt her power decrease, and her intelligence too, though she didn't notice that quite yet. "No! You aren't winning, I win! I kill you now!" Her sentences became increasingly simple in the duration of the battle, and her movement too became less reflexive. Soon, at least half of the fireflied laid on the sandy dunes, practically deceased. Only primal screams of anger could escape Thatix.
A simple savage biped creature hunted on the plains of Afterparty, searching for unsuspecting prey, and wary for suspecting predator. A flashing of lights quickly wiped out its night-focused vision, but its instinct learned it light equalled prey. It carried on, against all knowledge, and once it caught the scent of humans, followed its nose. Arriving at a morsel of flesh, it snapped away at nothing in particular, hoping to hit some body part or the other. "Hey! Enemy in the rear!" "That's not a contestant, go all out." Twenty-one, the cardinal of Riko's division, and to whom Riko was second-in-command, issued team orders to the others, causing the groups to split up. In pain and fear the beast channeled its energy. The ancient runics on its bracelets and collar faintly lit up, as an immense darkness swallowed one of the scientists. An otherworldy cyan blow hit him in the shoulder, and he quickly collapsed to the ground. "Man down!" The panic caused most, if not all of the scientist to divert their crosshair to the black beast. Riko and a colleague took the body of the heavily-mauled Twenty-three, and brought him inside the ship, ready to administer first aid. In the confusion of the casualty, no one seemed to notice Thatix regrouping her insects, othar than Muriegro. Even so, he didn't bother to alarm anyone. The fireflies recovered, and started swirling in circles. Slow at first, since the headache from the paralysis had to wear off, but faster and faster, expelling firey energy as they did. The rotation went on to create a burning spiral of bugs, careering towards the chancellors. Some of them noticed, and turned to face the swarm once more. Caught between two fires, the two dangers had an easy time crossing off all scientists. Nyroti, satisfied with its meal, retreated with two of the corpses. Thatix was glad to see chancellor Riko meet his demise, and to be dragged away by a feral beast on top of that truly made her day.
The two-and-a-half scientists in the ship barely could notice the carnage outside. The floaters they did catch were mostly unimportant rays passing by, and the nearly dead body of Twenty-three required most of their attention. "Heart rate dropping. Get the paddles." Riko nodded. Several charges later there was still no pulse to be found. Riko tried again at 500 volt, but Twenty-seven motioned to stop. "We lost him. Go report to the others." Riko headed outside, but was met only with various dead bodies, no Muriegro, and a menacingly chirping Thatix. "How about that," she motioned to her new victory, "Chancellor? Your illusions no not trick a sorceress!" Riko caved in, and slunk to the ground. Tears emerged on his eyes, capturing his vision in a shrouding blur. He laid on the ground a few motions, changing pose every five seconds to somehow get even closer to the bloodstained ground, in cramped up carriage like in an otherworldy ritual, spelling out ethereal characters while clamping onto the sand. He recollected himself, or tried to. Only his head was able to face Thatix again, and mutter: "You... You're dead! Go away!" "Empty threats, Chancellor!" She kept talking and laughing as if he hadn't heard her before, and frankly it drove the scientist mad. "You're not even listening. I am going to kill you, you flying bitch!" A stutter in his words ratted on his insecurity, and caused him to rethink the strategy. He closed the ship's hatch, and returned to Twenty-seven. "We're leaving." "Um, Riko?" He noticed his constant use of the official names. "Yes, Lenore?" "We're stuck here. It takes three people to break the bubble on this dimension." In a fit of powerless rage, Riko turned the other way. He headed down the corridor, slamming his fists into the metallic, cold surfaces and hallways, as if he was a four-dimensional being having trouble to navigate the corridor. Once and again, a scream escaped his throat with the same characters and words or lack thereof Thatix used before. Collapsing in a random room, he suddenly received a call on his codec. "Thirty-one, did our team reach you yet?" As Riko reached for his transmitter to answer however, he was cut short by, oddly enough, himself. "Not yet, but there's no hurry. I'm in a relatively safe position right now." After a few more bits of conversation, Riko dared interrupt: "But... I'm Thirty-one." A mumbling could be heard on the other end, as Riko heard himself mention he wasn't talking on the codec at all, sir. He was put on, on both ends. "Hello? Thirty-one here. You needed to speak to me?" "I... But if you're..." Riko, or whoever he himself was, hung up. If that was me, who am I?
Thatix cackled in place a bit, going on in her head about how powerful she exactly was, and how easy she would be able to defeat all of these copies of chancellor Riko at once, especially in her new form. She did quickly stop that train of though once the first ice ray narrowly passed her by, and looked at the crowd of Riko's. Scientist #22 held up his newest weapon, his Cryobeam project, in all its glory. Riko quickly motioned to cease fire. "She's a contestant. If you kill her, I vanish, and you need to trace me again. Only paralise her." The scientists nodded almost in unison, and grabbed for a different firearm each. The beams all focused on hitting Thatix, but her nimble fireflies were able to dodge most of the hits. "Hah! Futile efforts from a fallen senate! I will eradicate you!" Her monologue distracted her, and the frontlines managed to score a few hits, numbing the individual fireflies. They buzzed a bit, but soon dropped to the sandy floor. Thatix felt her power decrease, and her intelligence too, though she didn't notice that quite yet. "No! You aren't winning, I win! I kill you now!" Her sentences became increasingly simple in the duration of the battle, and her movement too became less reflexive. Soon, at least half of the fireflied laid on the sandy dunes, practically deceased. Only primal screams of anger could escape Thatix.
A simple savage biped creature hunted on the plains of Afterparty, searching for unsuspecting prey, and wary for suspecting predator. A flashing of lights quickly wiped out its night-focused vision, but its instinct learned it light equalled prey. It carried on, against all knowledge, and once it caught the scent of humans, followed its nose. Arriving at a morsel of flesh, it snapped away at nothing in particular, hoping to hit some body part or the other. "Hey! Enemy in the rear!" "That's not a contestant, go all out." Twenty-one, the cardinal of Riko's division, and to whom Riko was second-in-command, issued team orders to the others, causing the groups to split up. In pain and fear the beast channeled its energy. The ancient runics on its bracelets and collar faintly lit up, as an immense darkness swallowed one of the scientists. An otherworldy cyan blow hit him in the shoulder, and he quickly collapsed to the ground. "Man down!" The panic caused most, if not all of the scientist to divert their crosshair to the black beast. Riko and a colleague took the body of the heavily-mauled Twenty-three, and brought him inside the ship, ready to administer first aid. In the confusion of the casualty, no one seemed to notice Thatix regrouping her insects, othar than Muriegro. Even so, he didn't bother to alarm anyone. The fireflies recovered, and started swirling in circles. Slow at first, since the headache from the paralysis had to wear off, but faster and faster, expelling firey energy as they did. The rotation went on to create a burning spiral of bugs, careering towards the chancellors. Some of them noticed, and turned to face the swarm once more. Caught between two fires, the two dangers had an easy time crossing off all scientists. Nyroti, satisfied with its meal, retreated with two of the corpses. Thatix was glad to see chancellor Riko meet his demise, and to be dragged away by a feral beast on top of that truly made her day.
The two-and-a-half scientists in the ship barely could notice the carnage outside. The floaters they did catch were mostly unimportant rays passing by, and the nearly dead body of Twenty-three required most of their attention. "Heart rate dropping. Get the paddles." Riko nodded. Several charges later there was still no pulse to be found. Riko tried again at 500 volt, but Twenty-seven motioned to stop. "We lost him. Go report to the others." Riko headed outside, but was met only with various dead bodies, no Muriegro, and a menacingly chirping Thatix. "How about that," she motioned to her new victory, "Chancellor? Your illusions no not trick a sorceress!" Riko caved in, and slunk to the ground. Tears emerged on his eyes, capturing his vision in a shrouding blur. He laid on the ground a few motions, changing pose every five seconds to somehow get even closer to the bloodstained ground, in cramped up carriage like in an otherworldy ritual, spelling out ethereal characters while clamping onto the sand. He recollected himself, or tried to. Only his head was able to face Thatix again, and mutter: "You... You're dead! Go away!" "Empty threats, Chancellor!" She kept talking and laughing as if he hadn't heard her before, and frankly it drove the scientist mad. "You're not even listening. I am going to kill you, you flying bitch!" A stutter in his words ratted on his insecurity, and caused him to rethink the strategy. He closed the ship's hatch, and returned to Twenty-seven. "We're leaving." "Um, Riko?" He noticed his constant use of the official names. "Yes, Lenore?" "We're stuck here. It takes three people to break the bubble on this dimension." In a fit of powerless rage, Riko turned the other way. He headed down the corridor, slamming his fists into the metallic, cold surfaces and hallways, as if he was a four-dimensional being having trouble to navigate the corridor. Once and again, a scream escaped his throat with the same characters and words or lack thereof Thatix used before. Collapsing in a random room, he suddenly received a call on his codec. "Thirty-one, did our team reach you yet?" As Riko reached for his transmitter to answer however, he was cut short by, oddly enough, himself. "Not yet, but there's no hurry. I'm in a relatively safe position right now." After a few more bits of conversation, Riko dared interrupt: "But... I'm Thirty-one." A mumbling could be heard on the other end, as Riko heard himself mention he wasn't talking on the codec at all, sir. He was put on, on both ends. "Hello? Thirty-one here. You needed to speak to me?" "I... But if you're..." Riko, or whoever he himself was, hung up. If that was me, who am I?
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