Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Four: The Warped Edifice]
02-10-2012, 12:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Alm and Till (man, that god’s such a shitty namer) walked mostly in silence. And, so, Syvex and Ripper walked in silence. There wasn’t much to talk about. Ripper did wonder what Syvex was thinking about her newly revealed gender. Syvex wondered where the hell Eureka was and she really didn’t look too good the last time he saw her and he hoped that this just wasn’t another waste of his time again and he really needed to be going.
They came back out and headed down the pyramid before separating, Till stopping Ripper in front of a nearby door and Alm leading Syvex onward. Ripper quickly turned her head and attempted to share a meaningful glance with Syvex, something along the lines of ‘let’s meet up later and get outta here so we aren’t sitting ducks,’ but she had no idea if Syvex even saw it. Meaningful glances were much harder to exchange between someone with no eyes and someone with a mask.
Alm led Syvex through two more rooms before the path opened up to the center of the town, where she stopped suddenly. Syvex bumped into her.
“What?” he asked, jolted out of various plans to sneak out. “What is it?”
Alm responded by shrieking something in an agitated tone and running up to something on the ground, something that Syvex could somewhat make out as a person. Not a complete person, though. As he slithered closer to a wailing Alm, he made out bits of black sludge around the area. Around him, he could hear doors opening as other inhabitants peeked out to see what was going on. Syvex ignored them.
The black sludge made a short, but obvious, trail leading away from the scene. It wasn’t enough to be a good clue on where the murderer could have gone, but not a few feet away, Syvex couldn’t help but notice another similarly-killed man, who must have been an unfortunate witness. And there were likely more corpses to be found. Syvex started slithering towards the second corpse when he felt a hand on (one of) his shoulder.
“…No.” Alm’s slightly lopsided face was twisted somewhat in a visage of fear, rage, and confusion. “…Your room…you must go to…”
“Look, there’s someone I really need to find, and besides, you’re going to need help with whoever’s doing this, so – “
“No!” The hand gripped tighter. “…Xiuhcoatl…said to…take you to your…room.” And with a strength he didn’t think she had, Alm swiftly manhandled him into a nearby room. There didn’t seem to be a door, but when he turned around, one seemed to have simply appeared. He heard a lock click.
The walls were somehow glowing brightly of their own accord, which bothered Syvex somewhat. Did she do that on purpose?
He had no ideas. He swirled the bottle of liquid darkness a bit, but would it really be as powerful as it was before? And he really needed to ration this. So he paced (as much as he could pace without legs) around the perimeter of the room. Which was easy with no furniture to speak of, until he hit the bed.
The bed, he couldn’t help but notice, was stained with what seemed to be the same black sludge that he had seen outside. Meaning the murderer had been kept in the very room he was in. Before breaking out, of course. Which, more likely than not, meant that the murderer was an outsider, which was pretty goddamn obvious before as nobody here really seemed to be the types to murder each other anyways. It was a high probability that this outsider was also part of their little battle-to-the-death crew. Except that Syvex didn’t know anybody in the battle that had powers relating to black sludge. He used dark energy, which maybe was kinda like black sludge? But he was extremely certain that he had been too busy to murder random villagers he didn’t know.
Syvex almost wished he had some super-crazy-awesome sense to make up for these sorts of times when he was in a bright place so that he’d have at least something to fall back on and not have to rush into situations blind. Supersmell, maybe. No, that was stupid. Smelling things wouldn’t help at all here. Never mind.
But, really, he couldn’t help but feel that the black sludge was very recognizable. He was willfully ignoring that it was, but with black sludge being the only thing of interest in the room, he couldn’t help but think about just how recognizable it was. And there really was only one person he knew who had been in contact with this particular black sludge-y thing, and in fact could still be in constant contact now.
It really wasn’t a thought he enjoyed.
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Eureka staggered. She didn’t quite have enough energy to smile, so she settled for grinning oddly. Just because she was totally falling apart and dying and shit, didn’t mean she couldn’t be happy. So happy. All this attacking was really taking the wind out of her and she really wanted to find another weapon. There was that knife. She really wanted that knife. That would make her so happy. Wherever it was.
She wanted to stop attacking already, but as soon as she stopped, there was another something to attack and she had to attack it before it told other somethings what she was doing so she had to attack it. Attacking really hurt. It was really taking a lot out of her.
That wasn’t too bad.
She really wanted that knife that guy was talking about.
She wanted to stop.
No, not at all, she felt like she could go forever.
She was in pain.
No, there’s no pain at all, she’s fine. Very much fine.
She was lost and tired and confused and –
No. Shut up.
She’s on a train. A red train. She’s on the train to go visit her parents. She’s on a train. It’s very red. There are other people on her train. She’s on a train. These other people need to get off at their stops. She’s on a train. It’s an overcrowded train. She’s there to go visit her parents. There’s only two directions in a train. She’s on a train. She better go forward because if she doesn’t, I’ll kill you. She’s on a train. It’s an overcrowded train. Everybody should get off. It’s an overcrowded train. She’s on a train. Want to see the engine room, girl? The engine room is very fun. It's an overcrowded train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She's on a train. She's on a train...
Alm and Till (man, that god’s such a shitty namer) walked mostly in silence. And, so, Syvex and Ripper walked in silence. There wasn’t much to talk about. Ripper did wonder what Syvex was thinking about her newly revealed gender. Syvex wondered where the hell Eureka was and she really didn’t look too good the last time he saw her and he hoped that this just wasn’t another waste of his time again and he really needed to be going.
They came back out and headed down the pyramid before separating, Till stopping Ripper in front of a nearby door and Alm leading Syvex onward. Ripper quickly turned her head and attempted to share a meaningful glance with Syvex, something along the lines of ‘let’s meet up later and get outta here so we aren’t sitting ducks,’ but she had no idea if Syvex even saw it. Meaningful glances were much harder to exchange between someone with no eyes and someone with a mask.
Alm led Syvex through two more rooms before the path opened up to the center of the town, where she stopped suddenly. Syvex bumped into her.
“What?” he asked, jolted out of various plans to sneak out. “What is it?”
Alm responded by shrieking something in an agitated tone and running up to something on the ground, something that Syvex could somewhat make out as a person. Not a complete person, though. As he slithered closer to a wailing Alm, he made out bits of black sludge around the area. Around him, he could hear doors opening as other inhabitants peeked out to see what was going on. Syvex ignored them.
The black sludge made a short, but obvious, trail leading away from the scene. It wasn’t enough to be a good clue on where the murderer could have gone, but not a few feet away, Syvex couldn’t help but notice another similarly-killed man, who must have been an unfortunate witness. And there were likely more corpses to be found. Syvex started slithering towards the second corpse when he felt a hand on (one of) his shoulder.
“…No.” Alm’s slightly lopsided face was twisted somewhat in a visage of fear, rage, and confusion. “…Your room…you must go to…”
“Look, there’s someone I really need to find, and besides, you’re going to need help with whoever’s doing this, so – “
“No!” The hand gripped tighter. “…Xiuhcoatl…said to…take you to your…room.” And with a strength he didn’t think she had, Alm swiftly manhandled him into a nearby room. There didn’t seem to be a door, but when he turned around, one seemed to have simply appeared. He heard a lock click.
The walls were somehow glowing brightly of their own accord, which bothered Syvex somewhat. Did she do that on purpose?
He had no ideas. He swirled the bottle of liquid darkness a bit, but would it really be as powerful as it was before? And he really needed to ration this. So he paced (as much as he could pace without legs) around the perimeter of the room. Which was easy with no furniture to speak of, until he hit the bed.
The bed, he couldn’t help but notice, was stained with what seemed to be the same black sludge that he had seen outside. Meaning the murderer had been kept in the very room he was in. Before breaking out, of course. Which, more likely than not, meant that the murderer was an outsider, which was pretty goddamn obvious before as nobody here really seemed to be the types to murder each other anyways. It was a high probability that this outsider was also part of their little battle-to-the-death crew. Except that Syvex didn’t know anybody in the battle that had powers relating to black sludge. He used dark energy, which maybe was kinda like black sludge? But he was extremely certain that he had been too busy to murder random villagers he didn’t know.
Syvex almost wished he had some super-crazy-awesome sense to make up for these sorts of times when he was in a bright place so that he’d have at least something to fall back on and not have to rush into situations blind. Supersmell, maybe. No, that was stupid. Smelling things wouldn’t help at all here. Never mind.
But, really, he couldn’t help but feel that the black sludge was very recognizable. He was willfully ignoring that it was, but with black sludge being the only thing of interest in the room, he couldn’t help but think about just how recognizable it was. And there really was only one person he knew who had been in contact with this particular black sludge-y thing, and in fact could still be in constant contact now.
It really wasn’t a thought he enjoyed.
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Eureka staggered. She didn’t quite have enough energy to smile, so she settled for grinning oddly. Just because she was totally falling apart and dying and shit, didn’t mean she couldn’t be happy. So happy. All this attacking was really taking the wind out of her and she really wanted to find another weapon. There was that knife. She really wanted that knife. That would make her so happy. Wherever it was.
She wanted to stop attacking already, but as soon as she stopped, there was another something to attack and she had to attack it before it told other somethings what she was doing so she had to attack it. Attacking really hurt. It was really taking a lot out of her.
That wasn’t too bad.
She really wanted that knife that guy was talking about.
She wanted to stop.
No, not at all, she felt like she could go forever.
She was in pain.
No, there’s no pain at all, she’s fine. Very much fine.
She was lost and tired and confused and –
No. Shut up.
She’s on a train. A red train. She’s on the train to go visit her parents. She’s on a train. It’s very red. There are other people on her train. She’s on a train. These other people need to get off at their stops. She’s on a train. It’s an overcrowded train. She’s there to go visit her parents. There’s only two directions in a train. She’s on a train. She better go forward because if she doesn’t, I’ll kill you. She’s on a train. It’s an overcrowded train. Everybody should get off. It’s an overcrowded train. She’s on a train. Want to see the engine room, girl? The engine room is very fun. It's an overcrowded train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She’s on a train. She's on a train. She's on a train...