Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Two: Witch's Haunt]
12-29-2010, 03:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Riko recollected himself pensively, gripping like a menacing fool onto... quite frankly anything. Were it a nightstand, a bed, the carpet, it hardly mattered to the scientist. He just wanted to feel something, anything. He had to touch something just to get the world's reply that he was still alive.
He didn't feel anything.
In a hasty flurry of motions Riko flung his limbs around, apparently trying to get up and to his own surprise succeeding to. Then the panic kicked in.
Riko had always had a strange way of coping with bad news. First, upon noticing or receiving word of the bad situation, he spun around like an emergency vehicle's flashing light. When the feeling completely sank in he tipped over, and grabbed frantically onto a piece of furniture to remain stable after such a horrendous shock.
In this case however the scientist soon felt that with touching the room his pessimistic fear only grew larger, and retracted as quickly as his hand reflexively ended up on the bedside table, as if it were an igneous oven.
But through all the unhinged thoughts fluttering through his shattered self, he could only think of one thing.
Why did she stop?
It could arguably be called strange that after his involuntary attempt at murder on Eureka, after being overpowered by the possessed girl and after being strangled by his very own sweater, that this was the first thing that Riko wondered.
But he did raise a valid point. Why did Eureka stop?
-
Malevolence has a strange relation with the grounds to which it was bound – or rather, to which one could presume it was bound.
While it does puppeteer for the berserking spirits of the grieving household, those wraiths were mettlesome and vigorous, and they tried their very best as mere puppets could to block the Malevolence from growing stronger.
With the arrival of the battlers in the mansion, however, Lily received the item to repel Malevolence as much as possible. It was actually both propitious and inopportune that the Core had been placed in the spirit's possession. The presence of the pyramid made of the house the clean slate the players were first greeted with, but the presence of these vengeful fighters gave Malevolence a freebie, a loophole in its own system to no longer having to control the deceased puppets that constantly refused to dance in accordance. And as the savage servant to Laguja had already partly explored, Riko had proven with his slightly stressed behaviour to fit such a description perfectly.
Malevolence of course decided not to let him escape. With such fear he had, and the hatred the possession thrust into him, and every inch of sadness and grief and vengeance that all welled up at the same time as he relentlessly tore into the apparition of Thatix, with such emotions and flair, Malevolence would grow beyond comparison!
The contestants were the catalyst Malevolence needed to break its chains. Riko more than anyone else present.
The force of sadness and madness had a goal, then. It had to keep that man, that thoroughly human man in its grasp.
-
It was pretty understandable thought of the pirate, when he at a swift glance noticed the environment deteriorating and assumed the mansion was melting, or dissolving into the red smog forming on the ground near it. He had more important matters than noticing it creep into the ground and eat away at anything living on or in it. The pool, for instance. The murky brown water was steadily overflowing, and reached at the pirate's feet, which soon retracted back to safer ground due to the mild buzz contact with the ooze had shocked them with.
Only then did Ripper truly realise what a predicament he was in. He was standing on one of the few healthy spots around the entire manor, trapped between magnet-lightning water and red melting housepuke, trapped with an amazon and a little girl, both in possession of magic so incredible it could quite possibly blow him up, revive him and then kill him off again in a single second. If he were to survive at all there better be a miracle waiting to happen right about now.
-
LILY LILY LILY LILY
ARE YOU DEAD YET LILY WITCH LILY
ARE YOU DEAD AGAIN GIRL
DO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE YOU
-
Blackmask turned around, and regarding the sight before him got pretty annoyed about how late he was noticing things lately. Apparently flesh wounds can be pretty distracting if you need to think straight.
Before him stood Lily. She was far from either version of herself.
The girl let out a horrifying screech, and as if it had finally spotted a target the red foam leaking from under the house crept closer faster and faster, causing Blackmask to reposition himself somewhere between its shredding trail of decay and the foul, fetid water laced with potions. The smog engulfed Lily's corpse, and through her even more lifeless body the malevolence channeled all of her magic.
The young girl again assumed her more familiar form, but it seemed as if this time it was pasted onto her by something that had never seen a human being before. Her bones shifted endlessly, and the illusory skin Malevolence gave her was like a rubber sack, useful only to contain her corpse. Bones jutted out at random and every muscle her tethered spirit could still move cramped up in agony. The girl tried to resist, because she knew this was the hex or the hexer of the mansion and it was going to hurt everyone again, but in the end her skeleton fell mute and immobile. She hung like a marionette, suspended in the stagnant air, her jaw stuck in a choking hold to her chest. A voice sounded – no, crashed through every living being in the mansion.
I WILL SAVE YOU LILY WILL SAVE YOU
-
The scientist had finally calmed down from what had gone about in the whatever room, and was finally ready to head out and search for anything living. His son would no doubt be hiding somewhere, and it was time to repay him for what he had done. Yes, he showed mercy. Would you trust a devil on that alone? That wasn't mercy, it was pity.
When he found himself staring at the top of a very gaudy piano upon opening the door Riko could think of about twenty scientific reasons that was completely impossible.
Closing the door again (the conservatory was quite large, and he had never been that great at facing heights) he decided to try again at his sweet escape and entered the wardrobe. Eighteenth-century houses were of course very much desired for their built in kitchens in wardrobes. At least he was again somewhere he recognised. With some luck the door outside would still lead outs...
Outside was red and dying and it was coming from the basement.
As the father in him reached desperately for the doorknob he could do little to prevent it. With some luck the door outside would lead to somewhere completely different.
-
You shouldn't have just run away, you know.
Shut up.
Think of what he did to you and Li-
Shut uuuuuuuuuup.
Fine, jeez.
Why did you stop?
I just did.
Yes, but why?
Because it's unethical or something I dunno. Why wouldn't I stop?
He's a devil.
Who?
Both of them.
Okay look you aren't helping with this headache and I'm really starting to regret not killing him because that'd mean I'm no longer stuck with... us. Wow that sounds so dumb.
You wouldn't do that. That wouldn't solve my problem. And by that I mean our problem.
Riko recollected himself pensively, gripping like a menacing fool onto... quite frankly anything. Were it a nightstand, a bed, the carpet, it hardly mattered to the scientist. He just wanted to feel something, anything. He had to touch something just to get the world's reply that he was still alive.
He didn't feel anything.
In a hasty flurry of motions Riko flung his limbs around, apparently trying to get up and to his own surprise succeeding to. Then the panic kicked in.
Riko had always had a strange way of coping with bad news. First, upon noticing or receiving word of the bad situation, he spun around like an emergency vehicle's flashing light. When the feeling completely sank in he tipped over, and grabbed frantically onto a piece of furniture to remain stable after such a horrendous shock.
In this case however the scientist soon felt that with touching the room his pessimistic fear only grew larger, and retracted as quickly as his hand reflexively ended up on the bedside table, as if it were an igneous oven.
But through all the unhinged thoughts fluttering through his shattered self, he could only think of one thing.
Why did she stop?
It could arguably be called strange that after his involuntary attempt at murder on Eureka, after being overpowered by the possessed girl and after being strangled by his very own sweater, that this was the first thing that Riko wondered.
But he did raise a valid point. Why did Eureka stop?
-
Malevolence has a strange relation with the grounds to which it was bound – or rather, to which one could presume it was bound.
While it does puppeteer for the berserking spirits of the grieving household, those wraiths were mettlesome and vigorous, and they tried their very best as mere puppets could to block the Malevolence from growing stronger.
With the arrival of the battlers in the mansion, however, Lily received the item to repel Malevolence as much as possible. It was actually both propitious and inopportune that the Core had been placed in the spirit's possession. The presence of the pyramid made of the house the clean slate the players were first greeted with, but the presence of these vengeful fighters gave Malevolence a freebie, a loophole in its own system to no longer having to control the deceased puppets that constantly refused to dance in accordance. And as the savage servant to Laguja had already partly explored, Riko had proven with his slightly stressed behaviour to fit such a description perfectly.
Malevolence of course decided not to let him escape. With such fear he had, and the hatred the possession thrust into him, and every inch of sadness and grief and vengeance that all welled up at the same time as he relentlessly tore into the apparition of Thatix, with such emotions and flair, Malevolence would grow beyond comparison!
The contestants were the catalyst Malevolence needed to break its chains. Riko more than anyone else present.
The force of sadness and madness had a goal, then. It had to keep that man, that thoroughly human man in its grasp.
-
It was pretty understandable thought of the pirate, when he at a swift glance noticed the environment deteriorating and assumed the mansion was melting, or dissolving into the red smog forming on the ground near it. He had more important matters than noticing it creep into the ground and eat away at anything living on or in it. The pool, for instance. The murky brown water was steadily overflowing, and reached at the pirate's feet, which soon retracted back to safer ground due to the mild buzz contact with the ooze had shocked them with.
Only then did Ripper truly realise what a predicament he was in. He was standing on one of the few healthy spots around the entire manor, trapped between magnet-lightning water and red melting housepuke, trapped with an amazon and a little girl, both in possession of magic so incredible it could quite possibly blow him up, revive him and then kill him off again in a single second. If he were to survive at all there better be a miracle waiting to happen right about now.
-
LILY LILY LILY LILY
ARE YOU DEAD YET LILY WITCH LILY
ARE YOU DEAD AGAIN GIRL
DO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE YOU
-
Blackmask turned around, and regarding the sight before him got pretty annoyed about how late he was noticing things lately. Apparently flesh wounds can be pretty distracting if you need to think straight.
Before him stood Lily. She was far from either version of herself.
The girl let out a horrifying screech, and as if it had finally spotted a target the red foam leaking from under the house crept closer faster and faster, causing Blackmask to reposition himself somewhere between its shredding trail of decay and the foul, fetid water laced with potions. The smog engulfed Lily's corpse, and through her even more lifeless body the malevolence channeled all of her magic.
The young girl again assumed her more familiar form, but it seemed as if this time it was pasted onto her by something that had never seen a human being before. Her bones shifted endlessly, and the illusory skin Malevolence gave her was like a rubber sack, useful only to contain her corpse. Bones jutted out at random and every muscle her tethered spirit could still move cramped up in agony. The girl tried to resist, because she knew this was the hex or the hexer of the mansion and it was going to hurt everyone again, but in the end her skeleton fell mute and immobile. She hung like a marionette, suspended in the stagnant air, her jaw stuck in a choking hold to her chest. A voice sounded – no, crashed through every living being in the mansion.
I WILL SAVE YOU LILY WILL SAVE YOU
-
The scientist had finally calmed down from what had gone about in the whatever room, and was finally ready to head out and search for anything living. His son would no doubt be hiding somewhere, and it was time to repay him for what he had done. Yes, he showed mercy. Would you trust a devil on that alone? That wasn't mercy, it was pity.
When he found himself staring at the top of a very gaudy piano upon opening the door Riko could think of about twenty scientific reasons that was completely impossible.
Closing the door again (the conservatory was quite large, and he had never been that great at facing heights) he decided to try again at his sweet escape and entered the wardrobe. Eighteenth-century houses were of course very much desired for their built in kitchens in wardrobes. At least he was again somewhere he recognised. With some luck the door outside would still lead outs...
Outside was red and dying and it was coming from the basement.
As the father in him reached desperately for the doorknob he could do little to prevent it. With some luck the door outside would lead to somewhere completely different.
-
You shouldn't have just run away, you know.
Shut up.
Think of what he did to you and Li-
Shut uuuuuuuuuup.
Fine, jeez.
Why did you stop?
I just did.
Yes, but why?
Because it's unethical or something I dunno. Why wouldn't I stop?
He's a devil.
Who?
Both of them.
Okay look you aren't helping with this headache and I'm really starting to regret not killing him because that'd mean I'm no longer stuck with... us. Wow that sounds so dumb.
You wouldn't do that. That wouldn't solve my problem. And by that I mean our problem.
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