Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
11-22-2010, 04:56 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
The scientist spectated the battle raging on in the room, which was a... garage? Toolshed? The rooms in the house didn't have a peculiar interest in - a gush of sand flew past him, he quickly ducked - making clear exactly what purpose they had. He repeatedly tried to reach to Syvex, but he was too busy - streams of sand and drips of blood merged before his feet - fighting the guy he already killed before.
"Syvex," he retried, "you really shouldn't be-"
"Not now," Syvex hissed at Riko.
The scientist decided not to interrupt, for the sake of his own life. He then noticed he had been neglecting that pool for quite some time.
He headed outside, and shielded his eyes from the harsh sun that so cast the dancing patterns on his eyes earlier. The patterns of the hedges and flowers were impeccably placed, but not with much detail. The plants lacked something, though Riko could not exactly explain what, scientifically, and he didn't bother to waste time on abstract concepts like soul.
Pool pool pool pool pool.
<font color="#804060">The scientist walked through the garden, oblivious pool of the other contestants who had already strode through the pool same garden before him. He promenaded through the perfectly pool cut bushes, walked past the well-preserved flowers, and ended up at where pool he, as he felt it, should have ended up long ago. Before pool the battle even started. He needed to be here, he was pool supposed to be here. He looked into the pool water, and saw something dancing pool on the lakebed. It swayed back pool and forth because of the pool waves, which were pool indeed out pool of place pool due to the pool lack of wind. He pool squatted pool and peered a pool little closer, pool but still pool couldn't pool </font>quite make pool pool out pool pool pool the object. Just pool a pool little pool pool pool pool pool pool pool pool closer...
All the contestants which by dumb luck had ended up in the garden could have heard, and the taller even seen the tremendous splash of the scientist as he dove headfirst into the pool. Some of his potions and swills diluted into the chloridic water, polluting the lake with the power to spark electricity from its fingers, the ability to breathe underwater and magnetic feet.
Riko stood straight at the bottom of the pool, his hood and scarf floating around in the thick fluids he spilled into it. He only then realised he was going to drown. He frantically tried to swim up, but something had apparently grabbed at his feet, forbidding him to surface. He felt his breath run out, and with a final gasp gave up on escaping, and on life.
He then noticed that while he wasn't an expert on drowning he should at least be losing consciousness by now.
All things considered, while he could breathe underwater the bottom of the pool wasn't exactly the place where he'd want to exactly spend the round. He checked his pockets for what he could use to get out, and then noticed the potions that went missing. Then he noticed the labels on the flasks being peeled off by the hazardous chemical mix.
Hold on, hazardous chemical mix?
Riko noticed osmosis pushing the murky brown cloud of underwater magnetlightning into his direction. He quickly zapped his fingertips at his feet, and the shock caused their magnetic capabilities overloaded. The scientist swam back to the surface, noticing what appeared to be a little girl crying in pain as his poisons spread through the vast waters.
Father? Why can't I ever go to the lake with you? It seems so enjoyable to spend our sunday outside!
Now now, my dear! Wouldn’t it be... er... best, for you if you stayed inside? You're looking, um, rather frail.
But father, I want to spend the day with you instead of my brother.
Young lady, did you and him have a fight?
N-No.
...Okay. For once, I'll have you come with me, to go fishing. Only if you promise to tell me about what happened. How about it?
Thank you, father!
He quickly sped off back towards the house, both scared and confused where those thoughts came from and why more thoughts? Why even more thoughts in his mind? They weren't his! Then why was he there? Why was he there? He was there! He couldn't save her! She was so beautiful! His poor, poor, pool GQKY.
Riko stumbled through the corridors of the mazelike mansion; each turn further blurred his vision and reduced it to hues of memorial grey and brown, floaters of a young girl skipping her way outside bejewelling his eyes with a single, detailed sense of colour. She was so beautiful. Why did she have to go? Why didn't she go? She was the devil, she was so beautiful, she wasn't the devil.
He was the devil.
The scientist's eyes were enveloped by the sepia shroud, and he slowly lost interest in anything other than QVGP. After staggering from the violent memories getting the jump on him, Riko entered the sleeping chambers – or rather, the hallways leading towards them, - and walked into an odd scene. There she stood. Eureka Finch, his very own son, who by her own hands forced him into killing LVDG.
The cloth mage had discarded her baggy clothes and slouching pose for a more formal attire. He stood perfectly straight, chest forward, with his black suit, adorned with those fiendish velvet white gloves. He was the devil.
“Finch! This ends here! Give me back my daughter, dog of the devil!”
At that point a shadow snake fell from the curtains.
“F-Father?”
The war serpent looked around in a daze and there were colours everywhere. He saw the malicious black with the naïve white and the screaming orange and cyan with the purple as fatalistic mediator between the two and saw the bright white reflecting off the coral tiles in herringbone and it hurt and he saw the chirp green outside generously spread out in the garden and his stomach really hurt and he saw the young yellow dress playing on the chirp.
“Father? What ails you? What have... Have I done something to displease you?”
She was so beautiful and he saw the sad red leaking from his abdomen onto the coral and the red why was it red had the shape of a pentacle and it was deep and the red no it is black was everywhere especially on his claws and why was she smiling?
“You know damn well what you did, demon! Immunity from the cross is not enough to overthrow Pastor Blackhood. After all those sessions with him you deserve to know at least that much!”
“Now wot're you planning, science pansy?!”
“Silence, Blackhood! You have wasted enough kind words and effort on this demon child! This ends!”
He remembered what he was doing he felt it hurt it burned sand everywhere it hurt everywhere he had to get it out get it out he was so weak so bright white red yellow so beautiful she was so beautiful.
FDKJEO only cried as Finch was electrocuted by Riko's index finger.
December 18
they are all dead they are all dead they are all dead they are all dead
OENJ GJDO GEDU ZHFD RGHJ ROIG HSRD IUFH VBIU RDSO
The scientist spectated the battle raging on in the room, which was a... garage? Toolshed? The rooms in the house didn't have a peculiar interest in - a gush of sand flew past him, he quickly ducked - making clear exactly what purpose they had. He repeatedly tried to reach to Syvex, but he was too busy - streams of sand and drips of blood merged before his feet - fighting the guy he already killed before.
"Syvex," he retried, "you really shouldn't be-"
"Not now," Syvex hissed at Riko.
The scientist decided not to interrupt, for the sake of his own life. He then noticed he had been neglecting that pool for quite some time.
He headed outside, and shielded his eyes from the harsh sun that so cast the dancing patterns on his eyes earlier. The patterns of the hedges and flowers were impeccably placed, but not with much detail. The plants lacked something, though Riko could not exactly explain what, scientifically, and he didn't bother to waste time on abstract concepts like soul.
Pool pool pool pool pool.
<font color="#804060">The scientist walked through the garden, oblivious pool of the other contestants who had already strode through the pool same garden before him. He promenaded through the perfectly pool cut bushes, walked past the well-preserved flowers, and ended up at where pool he, as he felt it, should have ended up long ago. Before pool the battle even started. He needed to be here, he was pool supposed to be here. He looked into the pool water, and saw something dancing pool on the lakebed. It swayed back pool and forth because of the pool waves, which were pool indeed out pool of place pool due to the pool lack of wind. He pool squatted pool and peered a pool little closer, pool but still pool couldn't pool </font>quite make pool pool out pool pool pool the object. Just pool a pool little pool pool pool pool pool pool pool pool closer...
All the contestants which by dumb luck had ended up in the garden could have heard, and the taller even seen the tremendous splash of the scientist as he dove headfirst into the pool. Some of his potions and swills diluted into the chloridic water, polluting the lake with the power to spark electricity from its fingers, the ability to breathe underwater and magnetic feet.
Riko stood straight at the bottom of the pool, his hood and scarf floating around in the thick fluids he spilled into it. He only then realised he was going to drown. He frantically tried to swim up, but something had apparently grabbed at his feet, forbidding him to surface. He felt his breath run out, and with a final gasp gave up on escaping, and on life.
He then noticed that while he wasn't an expert on drowning he should at least be losing consciousness by now.
All things considered, while he could breathe underwater the bottom of the pool wasn't exactly the place where he'd want to exactly spend the round. He checked his pockets for what he could use to get out, and then noticed the potions that went missing. Then he noticed the labels on the flasks being peeled off by the hazardous chemical mix.
Hold on, hazardous chemical mix?
Riko noticed osmosis pushing the murky brown cloud of underwater magnetlightning into his direction. He quickly zapped his fingertips at his feet, and the shock caused their magnetic capabilities overloaded. The scientist swam back to the surface, noticing what appeared to be a little girl crying in pain as his poisons spread through the vast waters.
Father? Why can't I ever go to the lake with you? It seems so enjoyable to spend our sunday outside!
Now now, my dear! Wouldn’t it be... er... best, for you if you stayed inside? You're looking, um, rather frail.
But father, I want to spend the day with you instead of my brother.
Young lady, did you and him have a fight?
N-No.
...Okay. For once, I'll have you come with me, to go fishing. Only if you promise to tell me about what happened. How about it?
Thank you, father!
He quickly sped off back towards the house, both scared and confused where those thoughts came from and why more thoughts? Why even more thoughts in his mind? They weren't his! Then why was he there? Why was he there? He was there! He couldn't save her! She was so beautiful! His poor, poor, pool GQKY.
Riko stumbled through the corridors of the mazelike mansion; each turn further blurred his vision and reduced it to hues of memorial grey and brown, floaters of a young girl skipping her way outside bejewelling his eyes with a single, detailed sense of colour. She was so beautiful. Why did she have to go? Why didn't she go? She was the devil, she was so beautiful, she wasn't the devil.
He was the devil.
The scientist's eyes were enveloped by the sepia shroud, and he slowly lost interest in anything other than QVGP. After staggering from the violent memories getting the jump on him, Riko entered the sleeping chambers – or rather, the hallways leading towards them, - and walked into an odd scene. There she stood. Eureka Finch, his very own son, who by her own hands forced him into killing LVDG.
The cloth mage had discarded her baggy clothes and slouching pose for a more formal attire. He stood perfectly straight, chest forward, with his black suit, adorned with those fiendish velvet white gloves. He was the devil.
“Finch! This ends here! Give me back my daughter, dog of the devil!”
At that point a shadow snake fell from the curtains.
“F-Father?”
The war serpent looked around in a daze and there were colours everywhere. He saw the malicious black with the naïve white and the screaming orange and cyan with the purple as fatalistic mediator between the two and saw the bright white reflecting off the coral tiles in herringbone and it hurt and he saw the chirp green outside generously spread out in the garden and his stomach really hurt and he saw the young yellow dress playing on the chirp.
“Father? What ails you? What have... Have I done something to displease you?”
She was so beautiful and he saw the sad red leaking from his abdomen onto the coral and the red why was it red had the shape of a pentacle and it was deep and the red no it is black was everywhere especially on his claws and why was she smiling?
“You know damn well what you did, demon! Immunity from the cross is not enough to overthrow Pastor Blackhood. After all those sessions with him you deserve to know at least that much!”
“Now wot're you planning, science pansy?!”
“Silence, Blackhood! You have wasted enough kind words and effort on this demon child! This ends!”
He remembered what he was doing he felt it hurt it burned sand everywhere it hurt everywhere he had to get it out get it out he was so weak so bright white red yellow so beautiful she was so beautiful.
FDKJEO only cried as Finch was electrocuted by Riko's index finger.
December 18
they are all dead they are all dead they are all dead they are all dead
OENJ GJDO GEDU ZHFD RGHJ ROIG HSRD IUFH VBIU RDSO
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.