Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Three: HMS Thunderhead]
05-22-2011, 11:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
”Really, the only role she’s going to play in all this is ‘damsel in distress.’ So I don’t know what you’re upset about.”
“Yes, but—“
“She’s only going to be bait. Really, it’ll just be a ‘I have your girl’ ‘Give her back’ ‘You’ll have to fight me bahahahaha’ and then there’ll be a thrilling scuffle and her boyfriend…snake will die. End round. In fact, I’m probably doing you a favor. I mean, if the both of them somehow made it to the last round, we’ll have a very boring stalemate. Or her snake boyfriend would just go ahead and kill her easily because honestly, your cloth mage wouldn’t win in a fight against him. No offense,” Ant said in a way that simply dripped with offense. He probably didn’t mean it. Ox took offense anyways.
“I am simply just concerned.”
“Once the fight starts, they’ll forget all about her. You could drag her away then if you’d like.”
“I wouldn’t stoop so low as to meddle so overtly like that.”
Ah, here we go, he was expecting this. “Oh, you wound me. Is that a hint of accusation I hear in your voice?”
“Accusation? Oh no. This would be an accusation: You’re overstepping bounds, Fourth.”
“It’s just bending the rules a bit—“
“It’s breaking the rules.”
“I’m only making things a bit more interesting. It’s not like your contestant’s the one dying.”
“That’s right. She isn’t.”
That finally jolted Ant a bit. “What? But…you—“
“When I said I was concerned, I meant for your sanity. You’re putting your own contestant in quite a bit of danger, Fourth.”
Ant let his eyes linger over the still form of Eureka for a moment. “I knew it. I knew that piece of Malevowhatever was going to do something. It’s that, isn’t it? What’s going to happen?”
“If I just tell you, you’ll just meddle some more and tell your contestant.”
“I w—“ Ant quickly checked himself. “Yeah, I would. But wouldn’t it be nice to, you know, let me know what I got him into? I won’t tell him.”
“You won’t communicate with him in any form, you mean.”
Ant paused for an uncomfortably long time. “Maybe we can negotiate this?”
“No. Even if I tell you what will happen, you will not continue communicating with him.”
Another uncomfortable silence, during which Ant seemed to be contemplating if he could take Ox on in a fight. Or maybe that was just paranoia. In any case, Ant sighed and said, “Okay, I won’t. So you might as well tell me.”
“Alright. Since it appears I will be in your company for a while, it will be a good way to pass the time.”
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It was cold and dark in the cell and there were three men she didn’t recognize and worst of all she had no clothes. This was humiliating and embarrassing and frightening but it had to be a dream because she wasn’t here a second ago. A second ago, she was…there was a…thing…
Oh god did they finally catch up to her was she going to die here oh god oh god oh god she was a political prisoner or maybe a mafia prisoner both were really bad oh god—
There was another woman, strangely pink but for some reason with contrastingly black tentacles growing from her back. She really didn’t like the tentacles. But the bars were suddenly gone and then there were clothes and then fighting and oh god she was a mafia or maybe political refugee wait was that the right word to use?
Tentacle pink woman was listed as ‘good’ in her mind until she turned on the other prisoners. Until she turned on her. She was saying things, really frightening things.
“I’m a textilourge,” she blurted out. Don’t kill me don’t kill me don’t kill me
No it didn’t work. Was she too pathetic? Was that why she wasn’t allowed to live and leave and go out and see the sky (what did the sky look like?) or anything? No, she had to escape. Run. Run run run run run oh sorry out of luck now there’s an icicle in your hand. Oh god oh god she was going to die dammit dammit dammit fuuuuuuuuuck.
Leave me alone, why couldn’t everybody just leave me alone, why couldn’t you just leave me alone.
“We can’t,” said the pink tentacle woman. “It’s too much fun.”
And then she died.
She watched herself die, bleeding from the neck. Her head looked pretty funny, in a morbid sort of way. It looked rather surprised and yet detached. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about life and crap anymore.
Actually, usually dead people don’t watch themselves die, right? Yeah, that wasn’t normal.
So she wasn’t that stupid weak woman. She was stronger than that, of course. She was…she was…yes, she was the one who was going to escape this stupid prison and she was the one who would kill everybody. She was going to be the one who would win. Heeheehee. Hahahahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--
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The ‘mysterious’ masked man was gone now. Tamerlane couldn’t say he minded much. He already had all the information he needed. Get to the bridge to call out the serpent over the radio, wait for it to come, then kill it. Solid plan.
The witch was giggling into his back. He gave her another whack to the head. He was pretty sure he didn’t want the serpent to hear giggling in the background while he sent out his message.
”Really, the only role she’s going to play in all this is ‘damsel in distress.’ So I don’t know what you’re upset about.”
“Yes, but—“
“She’s only going to be bait. Really, it’ll just be a ‘I have your girl’ ‘Give her back’ ‘You’ll have to fight me bahahahaha’ and then there’ll be a thrilling scuffle and her boyfriend…snake will die. End round. In fact, I’m probably doing you a favor. I mean, if the both of them somehow made it to the last round, we’ll have a very boring stalemate. Or her snake boyfriend would just go ahead and kill her easily because honestly, your cloth mage wouldn’t win in a fight against him. No offense,” Ant said in a way that simply dripped with offense. He probably didn’t mean it. Ox took offense anyways.
“I am simply just concerned.”
“Once the fight starts, they’ll forget all about her. You could drag her away then if you’d like.”
“I wouldn’t stoop so low as to meddle so overtly like that.”
Ah, here we go, he was expecting this. “Oh, you wound me. Is that a hint of accusation I hear in your voice?”
“Accusation? Oh no. This would be an accusation: You’re overstepping bounds, Fourth.”
“It’s just bending the rules a bit—“
“It’s breaking the rules.”
“I’m only making things a bit more interesting. It’s not like your contestant’s the one dying.”
“That’s right. She isn’t.”
That finally jolted Ant a bit. “What? But…you—“
“When I said I was concerned, I meant for your sanity. You’re putting your own contestant in quite a bit of danger, Fourth.”
Ant let his eyes linger over the still form of Eureka for a moment. “I knew it. I knew that piece of Malevowhatever was going to do something. It’s that, isn’t it? What’s going to happen?”
“If I just tell you, you’ll just meddle some more and tell your contestant.”
“I w—“ Ant quickly checked himself. “Yeah, I would. But wouldn’t it be nice to, you know, let me know what I got him into? I won’t tell him.”
“You won’t communicate with him in any form, you mean.”
Ant paused for an uncomfortably long time. “Maybe we can negotiate this?”
“No. Even if I tell you what will happen, you will not continue communicating with him.”
Another uncomfortable silence, during which Ant seemed to be contemplating if he could take Ox on in a fight. Or maybe that was just paranoia. In any case, Ant sighed and said, “Okay, I won’t. So you might as well tell me.”
“Alright. Since it appears I will be in your company for a while, it will be a good way to pass the time.”
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It was cold and dark in the cell and there were three men she didn’t recognize and worst of all she had no clothes. This was humiliating and embarrassing and frightening but it had to be a dream because she wasn’t here a second ago. A second ago, she was…there was a…thing…
Oh god did they finally catch up to her was she going to die here oh god oh god oh god she was a political prisoner or maybe a mafia prisoner both were really bad oh god—
There was another woman, strangely pink but for some reason with contrastingly black tentacles growing from her back. She really didn’t like the tentacles. But the bars were suddenly gone and then there were clothes and then fighting and oh god she was a mafia or maybe political refugee wait was that the right word to use?
Tentacle pink woman was listed as ‘good’ in her mind until she turned on the other prisoners. Until she turned on her. She was saying things, really frightening things.
“I’m a textilourge,” she blurted out. Don’t kill me don’t kill me don’t kill me
No it didn’t work. Was she too pathetic? Was that why she wasn’t allowed to live and leave and go out and see the sky (what did the sky look like?) or anything? No, she had to escape. Run. Run run run run run oh sorry out of luck now there’s an icicle in your hand. Oh god oh god she was going to die dammit dammit dammit fuuuuuuuuuck.
Leave me alone, why couldn’t everybody just leave me alone, why couldn’t you just leave me alone.
“We can’t,” said the pink tentacle woman. “It’s too much fun.”
And then she died.
She watched herself die, bleeding from the neck. Her head looked pretty funny, in a morbid sort of way. It looked rather surprised and yet detached. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about life and crap anymore.
Actually, usually dead people don’t watch themselves die, right? Yeah, that wasn’t normal.
So she wasn’t that stupid weak woman. She was stronger than that, of course. She was…she was…yes, she was the one who was going to escape this stupid prison and she was the one who would kill everybody. She was going to be the one who would win. Heeheehee. Hahahahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--
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The ‘mysterious’ masked man was gone now. Tamerlane couldn’t say he minded much. He already had all the information he needed. Get to the bridge to call out the serpent over the radio, wait for it to come, then kill it. Solid plan.
The witch was giggling into his back. He gave her another whack to the head. He was pretty sure he didn’t want the serpent to hear giggling in the background while he sent out his message.