Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
10-24-2010, 12:57 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Anomaly.
Syvex stumbled to the ground as the searingly bright light washed around him. He let out a small cry of pain at the suddenness of the radiance, which temporarily blinded him. The serpent uselessly fumbled about until he began to faintly sense something other than utter luminosity. He held up one of his arms, only scarcely seeing its outline when it was virtually touching his head. Slowly, it came more into focus, a black smudge on the periphery of his vision. After waiting another minute or two, Syvex could vaguely make out his surroundings. Virtually everything was pure white, with a few smatterings of black and gray forming the outline of nearby objects.
"Finch? You around?"
No response.
Closest to Syvex was some sort of large, light-colored box, which upon further investigation was revealed to be soft. A bed, perhaps? Syvex dismissed it as unimportant. Next to the bed was a set of drawers. Apparently made out of wood, as a vast difference to the ones at Interstice. However, he did remember seeing this sort of thing. Syvex momentarily flashed back to a scene of screaming and destruction, wood splintering around the civilians as the serpent inched closer, holding above his head a wooden nightstand. His smile widened as he turned to them, before he threw it at them gleefully. No, not gleefully, he threw it reluctantly! And he couldn't have been smiling, he didn't enjoykilling! It couldn't have happened like that; his memory had to be wro-
Syvex snapped out of it. He had only followed orders on that day. He hadn't known any better; he didn't know what was "right" and "wrong". There was nothing he could do to change it now, anyway. Syvex let out a sigh, then continued his investigation. The nightstand held nothing interesting: A large book of some sort, some spectacles, a few useless rocks that could possibly be construed as valuable...
Syvex shut the drawer and moved on. His vision had adjusted enough to see several feet away, allowing him to see the window through which the intense light was shining. He approached, then swiftly shut the curtains, reducing the severe brightness to a dull glow. The room was cast into darkness, allowing Syvex to see clearly once more. To his chagrin, he could still not see past the walls, and he overall still felt weaker than normal.
He immediately thought to try his portals, but the result disappointed him. Firstly, the interior of the rest of the mansion was, for the most part, too bright for him to ascertain the position of any darkness. The only other source he could find was in the room above him, and even then it was just a very minute amount. Nonetheless, he focused and held his hand forward, straining to tear a hole in space. At first, the portal (if one could even call it that) was less than an inch wide, too small to be of any use. After great effort, he had expanded it just enough to fit his hand through. He did so while maneuvering the portal in the other room around the darkness, mostly just to see if he could more than to blindly search for something of interest.
What Syvex hadn't expected, however, was that his hand would run into a fragile vase, toppling it with a crash. Before he could pull his hand back through the portal, however, the light from which the vase shielded his hand closed the rift instantly. Unusually, Syvex felt a sharp pain as the appendage was cleanly sliced off. When Tamerlane had done essentially the same in the city, he had barely felt anything at all. Had his pain supression been nulled by the encounter with the Balancer? Nonetheless, the feeling disappeared as soon as the hand began to grow back.
...The city. Syvex hadn't been able to save it from the sand mage. Sure, it may have been a fabrication, but who was to say it was any less real than the cities on Earth? Innocent people had died, and that was enough for him. Syvex couldn't let Tamerlane live any longer. He was a danger to everyone, and would kill them all if he wasn't killed first.
The serpent, seeing no other options, threw open the door, which lead into a hallway. Light flooded into the room once more, but in less staggering amounts than the window had let in. Syvex proceeded slowly, allowing himself time to adjust to the level of light. Upon reaching the full brightness of the sun, he could see several feet in every direction. Good enough. ...Where did Finch get off to? Syvex called out again, to no avail. Quite possibly the only person in the battle he could trust had disappeared. Speaking of which... Where was everyone? Syvex wandered onward, meandering through the hallways with no semblance of pattern.
Syvex stumbled to the ground as the searingly bright light washed around him. He let out a small cry of pain at the suddenness of the radiance, which temporarily blinded him. The serpent uselessly fumbled about until he began to faintly sense something other than utter luminosity. He held up one of his arms, only scarcely seeing its outline when it was virtually touching his head. Slowly, it came more into focus, a black smudge on the periphery of his vision. After waiting another minute or two, Syvex could vaguely make out his surroundings. Virtually everything was pure white, with a few smatterings of black and gray forming the outline of nearby objects.
"Finch? You around?"
No response.
Closest to Syvex was some sort of large, light-colored box, which upon further investigation was revealed to be soft. A bed, perhaps? Syvex dismissed it as unimportant. Next to the bed was a set of drawers. Apparently made out of wood, as a vast difference to the ones at Interstice. However, he did remember seeing this sort of thing. Syvex momentarily flashed back to a scene of screaming and destruction, wood splintering around the civilians as the serpent inched closer, holding above his head a wooden nightstand. His smile widened as he turned to them, before he threw it at them gleefully. No, not gleefully, he threw it reluctantly! And he couldn't have been smiling, he didn't enjoykilling! It couldn't have happened like that; his memory had to be wro-
Syvex snapped out of it. He had only followed orders on that day. He hadn't known any better; he didn't know what was "right" and "wrong". There was nothing he could do to change it now, anyway. Syvex let out a sigh, then continued his investigation. The nightstand held nothing interesting: A large book of some sort, some spectacles, a few useless rocks that could possibly be construed as valuable...
Syvex shut the drawer and moved on. His vision had adjusted enough to see several feet away, allowing him to see the window through which the intense light was shining. He approached, then swiftly shut the curtains, reducing the severe brightness to a dull glow. The room was cast into darkness, allowing Syvex to see clearly once more. To his chagrin, he could still not see past the walls, and he overall still felt weaker than normal.
He immediately thought to try his portals, but the result disappointed him. Firstly, the interior of the rest of the mansion was, for the most part, too bright for him to ascertain the position of any darkness. The only other source he could find was in the room above him, and even then it was just a very minute amount. Nonetheless, he focused and held his hand forward, straining to tear a hole in space. At first, the portal (if one could even call it that) was less than an inch wide, too small to be of any use. After great effort, he had expanded it just enough to fit his hand through. He did so while maneuvering the portal in the other room around the darkness, mostly just to see if he could more than to blindly search for something of interest.
What Syvex hadn't expected, however, was that his hand would run into a fragile vase, toppling it with a crash. Before he could pull his hand back through the portal, however, the light from which the vase shielded his hand closed the rift instantly. Unusually, Syvex felt a sharp pain as the appendage was cleanly sliced off. When Tamerlane had done essentially the same in the city, he had barely felt anything at all. Had his pain supression been nulled by the encounter with the Balancer? Nonetheless, the feeling disappeared as soon as the hand began to grow back.
...The city. Syvex hadn't been able to save it from the sand mage. Sure, it may have been a fabrication, but who was to say it was any less real than the cities on Earth? Innocent people had died, and that was enough for him. Syvex couldn't let Tamerlane live any longer. He was a danger to everyone, and would kill them all if he wasn't killed first.
The serpent, seeing no other options, threw open the door, which lead into a hallway. Light flooded into the room once more, but in less staggering amounts than the window had let in. Syvex proceeded slowly, allowing himself time to adjust to the level of light. Upon reaching the full brightness of the sun, he could see several feet in every direction. Good enough. ...Where did Finch get off to? Syvex called out again, to no avail. Quite possibly the only person in the battle he could trust had disappeared. Speaking of which... Where was everyone? Syvex wandered onward, meandering through the hallways with no semblance of pattern.