Re: The Phenomenal Fracas! (GBS2G6): [Round Four: The Warped Edifice]
03-25-2012, 03:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
On instinct, one of the agents shot him. Tamerlane felt the bullet push him back, but not much else. The other agent shouted, “Don’t fire!”, gesturing towards the knife.
They surrounded the corpse and looked at it for a while. Then they looked at him.
“How did you get in here?” one asked. Tamerlane figured the easiest answer was a shrug.
“He told you something, didn’t he?” another said.
There was not much he could answer besides ‘yes.’
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They had been torturing that last guy. They told him as much. And considering that, although practically immortal and not really able to feel much of what they could possibly do to him, he was still weak, he figured it was smarter to just go with them. He didn’t want to be locked up in a room forever, like the last guy. And it seemed that they were rather willing to meet his demands as long as it meant he would reveal everything they wanted him to reveal.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “And I need something, at least, to wrap around this wound. And I wouldn’t mind a cozier place. A room without a corpse, perhaps.”
“It won’t be safe to transfer you,” one of the agents said. “But we can get everything else shortly. Get a recorder too!” he called out to those who were already climbing out of the ceiling. “Maybe a transcriber!”
And then everything descended into silence. Tamerlane went and collapsed in the armchair. The agent stiffened and watched him closely.
Yes, he would certainly talk if he had no other choice, but a plan was quickly forming, something he was sure he could work with.
What was said in the beginning of the round…the thing that dampened powers, also had a knife embedded in it. And that knife was the knife that was in his arm, now. And, just a few seconds ago, it had been embedded in that man, who was now dead. So perhaps he was the cause of power-dampening and screwy rooms or whatever. But, as a quick experimentation proved, dust continued to be sluggish when he tried to command it.
So there were two possibilities he could think of, which would be that the knife had in fact been the item and he had been lied to a little bit, or he had been outright lied to. The second one seemed to be more likely, but even if the first one was true, he couldn’t see how that would be of any use at all.
In any case, he had an escape to make, whether he had his full powers or not.
“…What was that?”
“The sound?” Tamerlane asked as he stilled the sand once more. “I think I saw something move over there.”
And it was only a matter of sneaking up behind the man while his back was turned and slamming his head against the wall hard enough to knock him out. The sandman took his gun and shot him. It was more effective than it had been on Tamerlane.
The problem, then, was exiting.
The agents had entered the room through the ceiling, by way of rope. The ropes were still there, hanging down from the hole, but he still only had one arm. He certainly had no idea how a one-armed man was supposed to climb, besides extremely slowly and painfully. But it wasn’t like he had too much of a choice.
His system of inching up the rope was certainly straining on his remaining arm. But it was doable. And perhaps he would be closely pursued in the following seconds, but he knew things about this stupid building more than they did. Perhaps not everything, but enough to get by. And what he was going to do was quickly kill everybody else before any of them had time to take the knife away from him.
It sounded a lot harder now that he was actively thinking about it. But there was not much else he could do.
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Things sure went to hell rather quickly. She wasn’t even clear on why, this time around. It was best just to focus on finding Syvex.
Ripper caught sight of him quicker than she thought she would, partly because it was hard to miss what was undoubtedly black and snake-like rocketing through the streets of a city-esque place under cannonfire. She descended.
“A’ight, serpent, bin lookin’ fer ya ev’rywhere!”
“I need to find Eureka,” he replied curtly.
Ripper paused for a minute, seeking the most diplomatic answer possible. She settled for, “Lad, we could probably use some cover, y’see? I’m sure she’s a smart enough lass to seek cover herself and stay out of trouble – “
“Ha! Stay out of trouble? You really don’t know her, then,” Syvex scoffed bitterly. “Why don't you scout around for her? I'm sure you'll be able to find her faster than me.”
Ripper had to pause again, but decided that any instance of ‘no’ would involve in certain alliance-breakage this time. Or worse. Uncomfortably, she pushed aside worries about getting shot out of the sky.
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Eureka wandered dreamily about THE TRAIN. She had found a rather nice LADDER, which she was certain would lead up to the second floor OF THE TRAIN. There, she could find THE ENGINE ROOM. And once she did that, then she could [UNKNOWN]. And everything would be great.
The problem was all these TRAIN PEOPLE. They kept shouting at her, telling her to go back down, this was restricted. Well, if the second floor OF THE TRAIN was so gosh darn restricted, how come it was so easy for her to get up here? These TRAIN PEOPLE obviously didn’t know what they were doing at all. So she simply ignored them.
They tried shooting at her with bullets, but that didn’t matter. Bullets didn’t matter at all. Because, of course, she was [UNKNOWN].
Then she killed them.
They were guarding THE ENGINE ROOM no doubt, and so she continued lurching on. It wasn’t long, though, before she encountered THE CONDUCTOR. She knew he was a CONDUCTOR because of his knife-arm. If she followed THE CONDUCTOR, she was sure to find THE ENGINE ROOM. She also wouldn’t mind taking his knife-arm.
But when she tried approaching THE CONDUCTOR, he ran away. And she quickly lost him. He knew this TRAIN better than she did. Which was a shame. But she was sure she would eventually catch him. She was good at catching things. Like bullets. In her gut.
On instinct, one of the agents shot him. Tamerlane felt the bullet push him back, but not much else. The other agent shouted, “Don’t fire!”, gesturing towards the knife.
They surrounded the corpse and looked at it for a while. Then they looked at him.
“How did you get in here?” one asked. Tamerlane figured the easiest answer was a shrug.
“He told you something, didn’t he?” another said.
There was not much he could answer besides ‘yes.’
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They had been torturing that last guy. They told him as much. And considering that, although practically immortal and not really able to feel much of what they could possibly do to him, he was still weak, he figured it was smarter to just go with them. He didn’t want to be locked up in a room forever, like the last guy. And it seemed that they were rather willing to meet his demands as long as it meant he would reveal everything they wanted him to reveal.
“I’m hungry,” he said. “And I need something, at least, to wrap around this wound. And I wouldn’t mind a cozier place. A room without a corpse, perhaps.”
“It won’t be safe to transfer you,” one of the agents said. “But we can get everything else shortly. Get a recorder too!” he called out to those who were already climbing out of the ceiling. “Maybe a transcriber!”
And then everything descended into silence. Tamerlane went and collapsed in the armchair. The agent stiffened and watched him closely.
Yes, he would certainly talk if he had no other choice, but a plan was quickly forming, something he was sure he could work with.
What was said in the beginning of the round…the thing that dampened powers, also had a knife embedded in it. And that knife was the knife that was in his arm, now. And, just a few seconds ago, it had been embedded in that man, who was now dead. So perhaps he was the cause of power-dampening and screwy rooms or whatever. But, as a quick experimentation proved, dust continued to be sluggish when he tried to command it.
So there were two possibilities he could think of, which would be that the knife had in fact been the item and he had been lied to a little bit, or he had been outright lied to. The second one seemed to be more likely, but even if the first one was true, he couldn’t see how that would be of any use at all.
In any case, he had an escape to make, whether he had his full powers or not.
“…What was that?”
“The sound?” Tamerlane asked as he stilled the sand once more. “I think I saw something move over there.”
And it was only a matter of sneaking up behind the man while his back was turned and slamming his head against the wall hard enough to knock him out. The sandman took his gun and shot him. It was more effective than it had been on Tamerlane.
The problem, then, was exiting.
The agents had entered the room through the ceiling, by way of rope. The ropes were still there, hanging down from the hole, but he still only had one arm. He certainly had no idea how a one-armed man was supposed to climb, besides extremely slowly and painfully. But it wasn’t like he had too much of a choice.
His system of inching up the rope was certainly straining on his remaining arm. But it was doable. And perhaps he would be closely pursued in the following seconds, but he knew things about this stupid building more than they did. Perhaps not everything, but enough to get by. And what he was going to do was quickly kill everybody else before any of them had time to take the knife away from him.
It sounded a lot harder now that he was actively thinking about it. But there was not much else he could do.
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Things sure went to hell rather quickly. She wasn’t even clear on why, this time around. It was best just to focus on finding Syvex.
Ripper caught sight of him quicker than she thought she would, partly because it was hard to miss what was undoubtedly black and snake-like rocketing through the streets of a city-esque place under cannonfire. She descended.
“A’ight, serpent, bin lookin’ fer ya ev’rywhere!”
“I need to find Eureka,” he replied curtly.
Ripper paused for a minute, seeking the most diplomatic answer possible. She settled for, “Lad, we could probably use some cover, y’see? I’m sure she’s a smart enough lass to seek cover herself and stay out of trouble – “
“Ha! Stay out of trouble? You really don’t know her, then,” Syvex scoffed bitterly. “Why don't you scout around for her? I'm sure you'll be able to find her faster than me.”
Ripper had to pause again, but decided that any instance of ‘no’ would involve in certain alliance-breakage this time. Or worse. Uncomfortably, she pushed aside worries about getting shot out of the sky.
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Eureka wandered dreamily about THE TRAIN. She had found a rather nice LADDER, which she was certain would lead up to the second floor OF THE TRAIN. There, she could find THE ENGINE ROOM. And once she did that, then she could [UNKNOWN]. And everything would be great.
The problem was all these TRAIN PEOPLE. They kept shouting at her, telling her to go back down, this was restricted. Well, if the second floor OF THE TRAIN was so gosh darn restricted, how come it was so easy for her to get up here? These TRAIN PEOPLE obviously didn’t know what they were doing at all. So she simply ignored them.
They tried shooting at her with bullets, but that didn’t matter. Bullets didn’t matter at all. Because, of course, she was [UNKNOWN].
Then she killed them.
They were guarding THE ENGINE ROOM no doubt, and so she continued lurching on. It wasn’t long, though, before she encountered THE CONDUCTOR. She knew he was a CONDUCTOR because of his knife-arm. If she followed THE CONDUCTOR, she was sure to find THE ENGINE ROOM. She also wouldn’t mind taking his knife-arm.
But when she tried approaching THE CONDUCTOR, he ran away. And she quickly lost him. He knew this TRAIN better than she did. Which was a shame. But she was sure she would eventually catch him. She was good at catching things. Like bullets. In her gut.