Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 4 - Old Salem)
10-30-2010, 03:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
“Ughuuuh.... irritating.”
Everything from the very beginning. Being pulled out of her castle, away from all her servants. Tossed around all these different places like some kind of doll.
It hadn't really occurred to D'Neya. But this entire ordeal, this entire battle, was irritating.
“I deserve... so much more than this.”
As Aegis burst through the door, D'Neya steadied herself. Doing what that moron from the beginning told her was out of the question. She had no intention of fighting the other contestants.
But didn't Mr. Book give her instructions about the others? Team up with those weaker, kill those stronger.
Well that was fine. The other contestants... from the beginning they'd all been so weak.
Aegis stood at the ready, but didn't make the first move. D'Neya glared at him. He didn't look like any of the contestants. There was no reason not to kill him... and yet she didn't want to kill him.
No, it's because there was a reason. Things have reasons, so if she didn't want to kill him, there was a reason.
“I'm not going to kill you.” she finally said aloud, vocalizing these thoughts.
“You're not one of the others... but... you smell just like him.”
It wasn't smell. On the contrary, the entire town smelled terrible, this man included. But it was a different sense. In fact, wasn't it the same thing that had been the difference between Mr. Eon's book and Mr. Moron From the Beginning's note?
That thing that Mr. Eon had and Mr. Moron didn't. Come to think of it, everyone had that about them. And for everyone it was different, except for this man it was the same as the one for the big man from earlier.
This thing that D'Neya was 'smelling' on everyone... she had no idea what it was, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it had been there from the beginning.
And, on top of smelling a single one for every person, she was smelling two more... without people... standing right there in the room.
--
“So what do you think of her? She's been a little project of mine for awhile now.”
From the beginning the Devlish man had had no trouble hiding his form. But for Drake, invisibility was relatively new. He had to manipulate particles on a quantum level for the first time in quite a while, and it was certainly difficult. But he was getting used to using his powers again, so he managed to hide without much error.
“Reading her thoughts... she seems reluctant to act on orders.” was the Devlish man's simple reply. At that, Drake giggled.
“That's actually the whole point. See, she's like a rebellious teenager? She sees authority, and she instinctively ignores it. But then someone approaches her as a friend, and she's a lot more willing to listen. It's the first real progress.”
“What practical application could there possibly be for instilling such an attitude?”
“It's a quirk of her race really. Think of it as a complicated magical ritual over an extended period of time.”
Both men stood a few more moments, carefully looking over D'Neya. The Monitor's illusion only extended so far, and they were able to see both forms now. The illusion of the Salem girl had stabilized, as D'Neya retracted her tentacles.
But D'Neya herself seemed different somehow. Her movements were no longer the happy skipping motions from before, but much colder, and more elegant. Carefully and elegantly, she moved straight past Aegis and out the door, ignoring him entirely.
The illusion that served as Drake's body showed his true expression, as a sinister smile crept across his face.
“If she lives long enough, maybe I'll have a God indebted to me by the end of the battle.”
“Ughuuuh.... irritating.”
Everything from the very beginning. Being pulled out of her castle, away from all her servants. Tossed around all these different places like some kind of doll.
It hadn't really occurred to D'Neya. But this entire ordeal, this entire battle, was irritating.
“I deserve... so much more than this.”
As Aegis burst through the door, D'Neya steadied herself. Doing what that moron from the beginning told her was out of the question. She had no intention of fighting the other contestants.
But didn't Mr. Book give her instructions about the others? Team up with those weaker, kill those stronger.
Well that was fine. The other contestants... from the beginning they'd all been so weak.
Aegis stood at the ready, but didn't make the first move. D'Neya glared at him. He didn't look like any of the contestants. There was no reason not to kill him... and yet she didn't want to kill him.
No, it's because there was a reason. Things have reasons, so if she didn't want to kill him, there was a reason.
“I'm not going to kill you.” she finally said aloud, vocalizing these thoughts.
“You're not one of the others... but... you smell just like him.”
It wasn't smell. On the contrary, the entire town smelled terrible, this man included. But it was a different sense. In fact, wasn't it the same thing that had been the difference between Mr. Eon's book and Mr. Moron From the Beginning's note?
That thing that Mr. Eon had and Mr. Moron didn't. Come to think of it, everyone had that about them. And for everyone it was different, except for this man it was the same as the one for the big man from earlier.
This thing that D'Neya was 'smelling' on everyone... she had no idea what it was, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it had been there from the beginning.
And, on top of smelling a single one for every person, she was smelling two more... without people... standing right there in the room.
--
“So what do you think of her? She's been a little project of mine for awhile now.”
From the beginning the Devlish man had had no trouble hiding his form. But for Drake, invisibility was relatively new. He had to manipulate particles on a quantum level for the first time in quite a while, and it was certainly difficult. But he was getting used to using his powers again, so he managed to hide without much error.
“Reading her thoughts... she seems reluctant to act on orders.” was the Devlish man's simple reply. At that, Drake giggled.
“That's actually the whole point. See, she's like a rebellious teenager? She sees authority, and she instinctively ignores it. But then someone approaches her as a friend, and she's a lot more willing to listen. It's the first real progress.”
“What practical application could there possibly be for instilling such an attitude?”
“It's a quirk of her race really. Think of it as a complicated magical ritual over an extended period of time.”
Both men stood a few more moments, carefully looking over D'Neya. The Monitor's illusion only extended so far, and they were able to see both forms now. The illusion of the Salem girl had stabilized, as D'Neya retracted her tentacles.
But D'Neya herself seemed different somehow. Her movements were no longer the happy skipping motions from before, but much colder, and more elegant. Carefully and elegantly, she moved straight past Aegis and out the door, ignoring him entirely.
The illusion that served as Drake's body showed his true expression, as a sinister smile crept across his face.
“If she lives long enough, maybe I'll have a God indebted to me by the end of the battle.”