Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
12-18-2010, 08:52 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
The clashing forces in the hallway stood perfectly still, in whatever statuesque pose the battle halted in. From the floor, they could only assume from the basement, a strange red seeped through the boards, taking the form of inkblots, then morphing vaguely into one form or the other and endlessly contradicting itself as if it were a shapeshifter getting numerous descriptions on what this beast it was replicating actually was.
Of course, that was pretty natural because the run-ins the contestants remembered with Thatix were rough, action-filled, and jam-packed with intense fury. Only the pirate, who had once posed as Thatix' fence in the council had a clear idea of how exactly her figure looked.
The result of the transformation again set the battle in motion, as Malevolence had scanned their minds for traces of a form most of them hated and feared. This was about as close as it would get with two of its three victims being far too battle-ready to scare away easily.
“Hah! And you thought it was over! Think again, members of the chancel! My wrath knows no bounds, even beyond death!”
A puzzled Riko looked at the fireflies, buzzing around angrily, snapping at him in clear unison. They kept repeating some garbled threats about a 'scientist murderer' of sorts but neither Blackhood or the man he had recently encountered looked anything of the sort.
“I think you're mistaken. If you're looking for the man who invaded my house, by all means drag him down back to hell with you, demon, but stay no longer! Pastor Blackhood here is armed with various tools to vanquish fiends such as you!”
Okay, now Thatix didn't get anything anymore. I mean it was pretty obvious that she meant him, right? The guy who killed her? Well technically she killed herself for making all that glass but she couldn't be angry at herself the whole time, that was bad karma. So she thought it made sense to be angry at him, right? It did! Then why wasn't he responding because it was pretty obvious even to her that he's a scientist and even more so that he's a murderer so huh? What was going on here?
“Still no reply? I say bego-”
Thatix kind of hated herself for not answering in all the time she was thinking this deal over because it made a really bad sixth impression. She guessed that number. It seemed like the sixth. Let's recheck, there's that time with the bar, no wait he wasn't there. Then with all his clones and that tunnel and that was pretty confusing. They were all him so technically it's the twenty... twentiest?
The scientist, in the meantime, remembered. She stood there, the woman of bugs who killed his entire team, and she just smugly smiled, with no remorse at all, no clue that what she did there was even remotely evil.
And in that light, he snapped back to himself.
“Y-You! You!”
Other than 'you' and some primal roars the chemist couldn't force anything else remotely resembling sound, so he gave up on trying to lecture her again – as if she was going to listen this time around – and instead used his crackling fingertips to zap every of her bugs to death. It went pretty smoothly, because after all he had experience with killing Thatix. She didn't even have any idea what was going on before all her insects lied unconscious on the floor. He felt pretty good again.
Malevolence wasn't all that happy being beaten up so quickly, and especially since Mr. Thunder there just shocked her to her core without even batting an eye, she thought it would be better to keep him possessed just a while longer. In hindsight it seemed a pretty foolish move, taking the slew of people head-on.
Malevolence manipulated the spirit that had resided in this house for so long, and coerced him to regain the talons of his mind.
It didn't really work out.
Riko was too vigorously present at the time, filled with the sheer rage seeing Thatix brought about in him, and so the father could only halfway merge with the scientist, engineering a strange split-personality where both halves, Riko and the father, were simultaneously present.
All of their memories of the battle, his wife, Lily, his son, the pool, Syvex, the pool, the battle, the devil, GRIMACE, the pastor, Joni, the pool, Thatix, the pool, oh god the pool why, everything flowed together, both memories muddling each other to the point where neither the scientist or the father could discern the two. It all congregated in one giant mess of thoughts.
The strange accent this carried through was rapidly flicking between Riko's slight Brooklyn and the ancient British.
“I don't presume any of you had an idea what she was on about?”
The other two battlers stared in awe at the image of the scientist, lightning protruding from his fingers into the carcasses of the various bugs. They now had seen what exactly he was capable of, and for at least the time being would ideate him as a formidable foe.
“You...”
“What...”
“Ah, yes, it doesn't matter. You're right. Anyway...”
Riko pointed at Tamerlane, who in turn shuddered lightly. Perfectly acceptable regarding the latest events.
“Get out of my house, Tamerlane.”
The sand warrior sped off. He'd fight him on equal terms, later. It didn't seem like the serpent would tread near such a spectacular lightshow after all.
“And as for you, Pastor Blackmask, I won't need your assistance any longer. Goodbye.”
Riko sauntered into the hallways, appearing to know exactly which way to go, leaving a thoroughly befuddled Ripper wondering what the hell just happened here.
“What the hell just happened there?”
~
Syvex was growing short on power. His meeting with Miq only slowed him down in finding Riko. While after drinking the Riko's vial he had felt the darkness streaming through him, now it was practically dried up. He hated himself for not listening already. He was growing weak, and the brilliance of the manor hindered him even further.
And at that critical point, salvation was nearby.
The scientist walked right at him, clearly noticing the serpent crawling with much less of his typical smarmy elan. Syvex didn't heed the fact that Riko didn't speed up seeing him in danger, or motioned towards him in any other way than a very determined smile. When he finally stood before him while his eyes flickered, his usual teal tint rhythmically and acutely lighting up in Malevolence's red like bright strobe lights, only then did he notice the fleeting chill in the back of his mind. Something warning him that he wasn't safe.
“Riko! Your potion is wearing off. Do you have another?”
“I tried to tell you, it was only a temporal solution. You'd need surgery to completely fix the issue. I think you have Superluminitis Atralis. It's a minor procedure, really, and once this battle we're in stops jumping in four-space, I could get a ship here with a sterile room...”
“Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. Do you have one of those drinks or not?”
Riko straightened his posture, his red eyes now looking at the space right above the skinklike devil. His British flair showed and spoke.
“Yes. But why should I, Syvex? Do you truly ask a lending hand from the person whose children you both tainted? No, I think you know better than that. I think you want to provoke me. This house,” he sniffed, “My poor daughter Lily... She has a strong spirit. Of course it's hard for you to stay in such a bright environment, haunted by the girl you killed! You want me to kill you!”
Riko shook his head, knowing exactly what the demon was scheming.
“No, I won't send you back to hell. I will keep you here, and I will sever the one bond with this world you still have! You will wilt away for the rest of your days here, in this bright house. That'll be your punishment for the things you did to me, Syvex!”
And he walked on, with a clear destination in mind.
“Hold on, so what you're saying is you're going to kill your son?”
The serpent thought what exactly that meant in the land of sense.
“You're going to kill Finch?”
He tried his very best to keep up with the scientist, but as he shot a warning bolt into the air from his index finger, he realised Eureka was on her own this time around.
~
Eureka sat on the floor, recovering from the spirit's violent assault on her well-being, waiting for the signal Syvex was gonna give her or whatever his plan was. She didn't really care. Of all the rooms she'd been in, this one felt pretty safe, considering the door was locked. She wondered why that crazy snake even bothered with the basement at all. He kept talking about possession, but she was feeling pretty fine by now.
Then suddenly she heard a hissing sound as the bronze lock corroded and fell off.
“Oh god Syvex please be you. Please, please, please be you.”
The door slammed open, and Riko stood very firmly in the alleyway in a Spartanly straight pose.
“Um, hi?”
“You're sick.”
“Well yeah, weirdo. There were ghosts and you shot me. No wonder I feel awful.”
“And I failed, apparently.”
"Huh? Wait, what?!
Riko readied his hand.
“It won't happen again, Finch. This time, you die, and the devil you're helping dies as well!"
The clashing forces in the hallway stood perfectly still, in whatever statuesque pose the battle halted in. From the floor, they could only assume from the basement, a strange red seeped through the boards, taking the form of inkblots, then morphing vaguely into one form or the other and endlessly contradicting itself as if it were a shapeshifter getting numerous descriptions on what this beast it was replicating actually was.
Of course, that was pretty natural because the run-ins the contestants remembered with Thatix were rough, action-filled, and jam-packed with intense fury. Only the pirate, who had once posed as Thatix' fence in the council had a clear idea of how exactly her figure looked.
The result of the transformation again set the battle in motion, as Malevolence had scanned their minds for traces of a form most of them hated and feared. This was about as close as it would get with two of its three victims being far too battle-ready to scare away easily.
“Hah! And you thought it was over! Think again, members of the chancel! My wrath knows no bounds, even beyond death!”
A puzzled Riko looked at the fireflies, buzzing around angrily, snapping at him in clear unison. They kept repeating some garbled threats about a 'scientist murderer' of sorts but neither Blackhood or the man he had recently encountered looked anything of the sort.
“I think you're mistaken. If you're looking for the man who invaded my house, by all means drag him down back to hell with you, demon, but stay no longer! Pastor Blackhood here is armed with various tools to vanquish fiends such as you!”
Okay, now Thatix didn't get anything anymore. I mean it was pretty obvious that she meant him, right? The guy who killed her? Well technically she killed herself for making all that glass but she couldn't be angry at herself the whole time, that was bad karma. So she thought it made sense to be angry at him, right? It did! Then why wasn't he responding because it was pretty obvious even to her that he's a scientist and even more so that he's a murderer so huh? What was going on here?
“Still no reply? I say bego-”
Thatix kind of hated herself for not answering in all the time she was thinking this deal over because it made a really bad sixth impression. She guessed that number. It seemed like the sixth. Let's recheck, there's that time with the bar, no wait he wasn't there. Then with all his clones and that tunnel and that was pretty confusing. They were all him so technically it's the twenty... twentiest?
The scientist, in the meantime, remembered. She stood there, the woman of bugs who killed his entire team, and she just smugly smiled, with no remorse at all, no clue that what she did there was even remotely evil.
And in that light, he snapped back to himself.
“Y-You! You!”
Other than 'you' and some primal roars the chemist couldn't force anything else remotely resembling sound, so he gave up on trying to lecture her again – as if she was going to listen this time around – and instead used his crackling fingertips to zap every of her bugs to death. It went pretty smoothly, because after all he had experience with killing Thatix. She didn't even have any idea what was going on before all her insects lied unconscious on the floor. He felt pretty good again.
Malevolence wasn't all that happy being beaten up so quickly, and especially since Mr. Thunder there just shocked her to her core without even batting an eye, she thought it would be better to keep him possessed just a while longer. In hindsight it seemed a pretty foolish move, taking the slew of people head-on.
Malevolence manipulated the spirit that had resided in this house for so long, and coerced him to regain the talons of his mind.
It didn't really work out.
Riko was too vigorously present at the time, filled with the sheer rage seeing Thatix brought about in him, and so the father could only halfway merge with the scientist, engineering a strange split-personality where both halves, Riko and the father, were simultaneously present.
All of their memories of the battle, his wife, Lily, his son, the pool, Syvex, the pool, the battle, the devil, GRIMACE, the pastor, Joni, the pool, Thatix, the pool, oh god the pool why, everything flowed together, both memories muddling each other to the point where neither the scientist or the father could discern the two. It all congregated in one giant mess of thoughts.
The strange accent this carried through was rapidly flicking between Riko's slight Brooklyn and the ancient British.
“I don't presume any of you had an idea what she was on about?”
The other two battlers stared in awe at the image of the scientist, lightning protruding from his fingers into the carcasses of the various bugs. They now had seen what exactly he was capable of, and for at least the time being would ideate him as a formidable foe.
“You...”
“What...”
“Ah, yes, it doesn't matter. You're right. Anyway...”
Riko pointed at Tamerlane, who in turn shuddered lightly. Perfectly acceptable regarding the latest events.
“Get out of my house, Tamerlane.”
The sand warrior sped off. He'd fight him on equal terms, later. It didn't seem like the serpent would tread near such a spectacular lightshow after all.
“And as for you, Pastor Blackmask, I won't need your assistance any longer. Goodbye.”
Riko sauntered into the hallways, appearing to know exactly which way to go, leaving a thoroughly befuddled Ripper wondering what the hell just happened here.
“What the hell just happened there?”
~
Syvex was growing short on power. His meeting with Miq only slowed him down in finding Riko. While after drinking the Riko's vial he had felt the darkness streaming through him, now it was practically dried up. He hated himself for not listening already. He was growing weak, and the brilliance of the manor hindered him even further.
And at that critical point, salvation was nearby.
The scientist walked right at him, clearly noticing the serpent crawling with much less of his typical smarmy elan. Syvex didn't heed the fact that Riko didn't speed up seeing him in danger, or motioned towards him in any other way than a very determined smile. When he finally stood before him while his eyes flickered, his usual teal tint rhythmically and acutely lighting up in Malevolence's red like bright strobe lights, only then did he notice the fleeting chill in the back of his mind. Something warning him that he wasn't safe.
“Riko! Your potion is wearing off. Do you have another?”
“I tried to tell you, it was only a temporal solution. You'd need surgery to completely fix the issue. I think you have Superluminitis Atralis. It's a minor procedure, really, and once this battle we're in stops jumping in four-space, I could get a ship here with a sterile room...”
“Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. Do you have one of those drinks or not?”
Riko straightened his posture, his red eyes now looking at the space right above the skinklike devil. His British flair showed and spoke.
“Yes. But why should I, Syvex? Do you truly ask a lending hand from the person whose children you both tainted? No, I think you know better than that. I think you want to provoke me. This house,” he sniffed, “My poor daughter Lily... She has a strong spirit. Of course it's hard for you to stay in such a bright environment, haunted by the girl you killed! You want me to kill you!”
Riko shook his head, knowing exactly what the demon was scheming.
“No, I won't send you back to hell. I will keep you here, and I will sever the one bond with this world you still have! You will wilt away for the rest of your days here, in this bright house. That'll be your punishment for the things you did to me, Syvex!”
And he walked on, with a clear destination in mind.
“Hold on, so what you're saying is you're going to kill your son?”
The serpent thought what exactly that meant in the land of sense.
“You're going to kill Finch?”
He tried his very best to keep up with the scientist, but as he shot a warning bolt into the air from his index finger, he realised Eureka was on her own this time around.
~
Eureka sat on the floor, recovering from the spirit's violent assault on her well-being, waiting for the signal Syvex was gonna give her or whatever his plan was. She didn't really care. Of all the rooms she'd been in, this one felt pretty safe, considering the door was locked. She wondered why that crazy snake even bothered with the basement at all. He kept talking about possession, but she was feeling pretty fine by now.
Then suddenly she heard a hissing sound as the bronze lock corroded and fell off.
“Oh god Syvex please be you. Please, please, please be you.”
The door slammed open, and Riko stood very firmly in the alleyway in a Spartanly straight pose.
“Um, hi?”
“You're sick.”
“Well yeah, weirdo. There were ghosts and you shot me. No wonder I feel awful.”
“And I failed, apparently.”
"Huh? Wait, what?!
Riko readied his hand.
“It won't happen again, Finch. This time, you die, and the devil you're helping dies as well!"
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