Re: Mini-Grand 5106 [Round 1: Corola Cabana]
07-30-2011, 12:34 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dwayna DragonFire.
Edward turned his head slightly to look at the two individuals, both appearing to be female. One of them was blonde, wearing her hair in a fashion known as 'pigtails', and lots of pink. The other was a 'brunette' with glasses, which reminded him somewhat of the Queen, giving him a small pang of blue-tinted sadness. He missed the female monarch already, having considered her as his... best friend.
He accessed his memory banks to find the file relating to the competitors. One match came up, regarding five females that seemed to work better in unison than apart from one another. These could be two of the five, but he didn't get a good enough look at them beforehand to know for sure.
If he had ears, they would have perked up at the word 'battle' that came from the blonde girls lips. His suspicions were proven correct, giving him more reason to think that the females in question had probably split up in order to cover more ground. He turned in hopes of confronting them, to gain a better idea of their intentions towards him, but he saw the fire at about the same time that they did.
The two females expressed concern for their remaining companions, which probably took priority over his own demise at their hands. Though it was tempting to go to the city for help, his processors did a double-take at his desire to help rather than hinder. If he were to make allies instead of enemies, he might last just a little bit longer in this... game.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance," he said, the deep masculine voice intoning with mechanical precision. "Your earlier suspicions about me being a competitor were correct. However, I believe it could be beneficial if we were to work together." He looked almost grimly towards the forest, knowing that some quick thinking would need to be done, when an idea struck him.
"I have a weapon that can produce beams of ice," he said, which was truthful in a sense - though he neglected to mention he could switch to fire. "I could use it to help calm the flames in a quicker fashion than one would get seeking help elsewhere. It is our choice, as I'm sure you are skeptical in accepting help from those who are ultimately competing against you. A truce, albeit temporary, could be made between myself and your other comrades."
Perhaps they would think my weapon might intentionally slip, he thought to himself. "Alternatively, I could escort you to the town. I wanted to make my way there myself anyway." Because I wanted to find you and the others. His visor changed to a slightly different purple than his normal color, giving him an air of mystery to go along with his desire to portray such a thing.
Edward turned his head slightly to look at the two individuals, both appearing to be female. One of them was blonde, wearing her hair in a fashion known as 'pigtails', and lots of pink. The other was a 'brunette' with glasses, which reminded him somewhat of the Queen, giving him a small pang of blue-tinted sadness. He missed the female monarch already, having considered her as his... best friend.
He accessed his memory banks to find the file relating to the competitors. One match came up, regarding five females that seemed to work better in unison than apart from one another. These could be two of the five, but he didn't get a good enough look at them beforehand to know for sure.
If he had ears, they would have perked up at the word 'battle' that came from the blonde girls lips. His suspicions were proven correct, giving him more reason to think that the females in question had probably split up in order to cover more ground. He turned in hopes of confronting them, to gain a better idea of their intentions towards him, but he saw the fire at about the same time that they did.
The two females expressed concern for their remaining companions, which probably took priority over his own demise at their hands. Though it was tempting to go to the city for help, his processors did a double-take at his desire to help rather than hinder. If he were to make allies instead of enemies, he might last just a little bit longer in this... game.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance," he said, the deep masculine voice intoning with mechanical precision. "Your earlier suspicions about me being a competitor were correct. However, I believe it could be beneficial if we were to work together." He looked almost grimly towards the forest, knowing that some quick thinking would need to be done, when an idea struck him.
"I have a weapon that can produce beams of ice," he said, which was truthful in a sense - though he neglected to mention he could switch to fire. "I could use it to help calm the flames in a quicker fashion than one would get seeking help elsewhere. It is our choice, as I'm sure you are skeptical in accepting help from those who are ultimately competing against you. A truce, albeit temporary, could be made between myself and your other comrades."
Perhaps they would think my weapon might intentionally slip, he thought to himself. "Alternatively, I could escort you to the town. I wanted to make my way there myself anyway." Because I wanted to find you and the others. His visor changed to a slightly different purple than his normal color, giving him an air of mystery to go along with his desire to portray such a thing.
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