Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 6 - Frozen Destinies)
06-12-2012, 10:31 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
It was like an out of body experience, probably because it was an out of body experience. Most of the spirits that had found themselves new vessels would have gone on to live their lives with only the faintest traces of memory of the silent and still years that had passed in between their last waking moments, as though it had all been a crazy dream, they would have done this if not for the circumstances that they found themselves awoken to. Bodies that shouldn’t have been, made of scraps of this and that and of everything in between and a world that was more or less the same. These circumstances would have been difficult to deal with upon their own, as it was they were overshadowed by a sure and certain knowledge which had gripped the spirits before they had managed to take corporeal form. It was kill or be killed.
“Non-Infringers Convene!” XMO cried.
As they were all present such dramatics were not strictly necessary, but it did help snap them out of their own individual reveries. Around them the ghosts fought, although ghost was probably not the best term for what they were now. A slender mass of a flesh, metal and wire leapt and clawed at the tail of a bestial formation that had constructed itself from scales, stone and cement. In the distance there was the noise of what one would normally assume to be gunfire, but considering the situation could potentially be a particularly disfigured ghost attempting to work out how to walk upon a new limb. Those that could screamed; some of them guttural fury, blind rage at their enemy, others called upon the aid of their gods or swore profusely, which was a reasonable reaction given the circumstances. There was the crackle and burn of magic being performed by those that could perform it and an occasional distant crumbling as a building realised that it could not support itself in the manner in which it had been recreated. It was chaos.
“What in the bloody hells is all this?” Iota McTaggart took the words out of everybody’s mouths. Crazyman Dragonarms spun around to face the prisoner.
“What is this?” He demanded with one long and misshapen arm raised towards the nymph. The slightest flames danced around the circular vent upon what someone would begrudgingly describe as the palm of his glove. “Is this your doing? Explain yourself.” He did not let the fact that she seemed just as bewildered by recent events as they were, and perhaps more so, deter him from this line of enquiry.
“I don’t have to answer your questions worm.” Aph snapped, pausing momentarily from her unsuccessful attempts to free herself. “But I think you are missing the big picture here. Those things fighting out there are not your problem. We are your problem.” Her attention was solely focused upon the Non-Infringers now. “We are Aph’Neya. We are your queen, your goddess of destruction. Once we are free we will carve a red swathe through this hideous land until I can find someone to take me back to my precious Monitor.” A pause, Aph narrows her eyes at Dragonarms. “We’ll start with you, but don’t worry we’ll make it quick. I’ll tear out your heart and burn it in front of your eyes. There is simply no time to savour the moment at the moment. So let me free now peon. Let me free or die.”
“Wow you really love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” Crazyman Dragonarms lowered his arm as the flames died away. He was about to turn away when a bolt of lightning streaked towards him. He quickly dodged out of its path and behind him it hit a patch of a building that appeared to be made out of marshmallow. Within moments he retaliated, releasing a torrent of flame from his left arm. This Aph promptly dodged and within minutes the two were locked into a full-scale magic fight, shouting insults at one another as they did so. The rest of the Non-Infringers watched somewhat nonplussed. This was pretty much par for the course where Crazyman Dragonarms was concerned.
“So much for trying to get any information out of her.” Lamented one of the Paxes.
“Madder’n a box of old hats that’un.” Iota agreed. For a moment there was silence as the Non-Infingers watched their teammate battling their prisoner. Aph might have had a clear advantage in this battle if it wasn’t for the fact that her manoeuvrability was severely limited by the fact that her limbs were tied behind her back with extra strong deadlocked rope. Though on the other hand her attacks were borne from a senseless rage, a desperate desire to inflict pain upon the nearest living being, they were clumsy and easily dodged and while Crazyman Dragonarms could hardly be called a master tactician he was at least able to keep track of how many people he was at any given time. XMO quickly turned his attention to the chaos that surrounded them, where unnerving people shaped lumps of flesh and other things were locked in what seemed to be senseless combat with one another.
“If anyone has any ideas what the hell is going on here please feel free to broach them.” XMO said.
“This is mostly conjecture,” PAX/Tom spoke in unison, “but we think that this world is undergoing a reality collapse.”
“Woah, hold up there.” Iota replied. “Can ye run that past us again a little slower this time?” One member of PAX stepped forwards to explain while the others whispered to one another.
“There was some kind of destabilising event.” Tom explained. “It had to have come from an outside influence, like us or the magic creature except not us or the magic creature because the epicentre of the event was some distance in that direction.” Tom gestured in the direction that they had been heading. “The conflicting realities were somehow in a perfect balance before this event, but now they have shifted and they have realised that they are conflicting again and so everything is going to shit.”
“Yeah I can see that.” Iota said.
“No, it will get worse than this.” Tom continued. “This reality cannot support three different conflicting versions of reality at once. Unless all traces of two of these realities are removed then it will continue to destabilise further and further until it collapses completely and this entire reality ceases to exist.”
“Which, we think, is the reason for the fighting.” One of the other members of PAX piped up. “It’s not mindless chaos; if you look then you can see most of them are only going after those from the other realities. I’d hate to theorise how, but it would seem that they know that their world is doomed unless they can stamp out all traces of the other worlds.”
“Also of note is that we ourselves are not of any of these three realities and are likely to be treated as hostile by all of them, once they actually realise we are here.” A third PAX nervously chipped in.
“Of course this is just conjecture.” Tom said. “We don’t exactly have the equipment to test any of these ideas. We would definitely recommend fleeing this reality the moment that we can stabilise an exit, though we don’t think that it will be that easy.”
It was like an out of body experience, probably because it was an out of body experience. Most of the spirits that had found themselves new vessels would have gone on to live their lives with only the faintest traces of memory of the silent and still years that had passed in between their last waking moments, as though it had all been a crazy dream, they would have done this if not for the circumstances that they found themselves awoken to. Bodies that shouldn’t have been, made of scraps of this and that and of everything in between and a world that was more or less the same. These circumstances would have been difficult to deal with upon their own, as it was they were overshadowed by a sure and certain knowledge which had gripped the spirits before they had managed to take corporeal form. It was kill or be killed.
“Non-Infringers Convene!” XMO cried.
As they were all present such dramatics were not strictly necessary, but it did help snap them out of their own individual reveries. Around them the ghosts fought, although ghost was probably not the best term for what they were now. A slender mass of a flesh, metal and wire leapt and clawed at the tail of a bestial formation that had constructed itself from scales, stone and cement. In the distance there was the noise of what one would normally assume to be gunfire, but considering the situation could potentially be a particularly disfigured ghost attempting to work out how to walk upon a new limb. Those that could screamed; some of them guttural fury, blind rage at their enemy, others called upon the aid of their gods or swore profusely, which was a reasonable reaction given the circumstances. There was the crackle and burn of magic being performed by those that could perform it and an occasional distant crumbling as a building realised that it could not support itself in the manner in which it had been recreated. It was chaos.
“What in the bloody hells is all this?” Iota McTaggart took the words out of everybody’s mouths. Crazyman Dragonarms spun around to face the prisoner.
“What is this?” He demanded with one long and misshapen arm raised towards the nymph. The slightest flames danced around the circular vent upon what someone would begrudgingly describe as the palm of his glove. “Is this your doing? Explain yourself.” He did not let the fact that she seemed just as bewildered by recent events as they were, and perhaps more so, deter him from this line of enquiry.
“I don’t have to answer your questions worm.” Aph snapped, pausing momentarily from her unsuccessful attempts to free herself. “But I think you are missing the big picture here. Those things fighting out there are not your problem. We are your problem.” Her attention was solely focused upon the Non-Infringers now. “We are Aph’Neya. We are your queen, your goddess of destruction. Once we are free we will carve a red swathe through this hideous land until I can find someone to take me back to my precious Monitor.” A pause, Aph narrows her eyes at Dragonarms. “We’ll start with you, but don’t worry we’ll make it quick. I’ll tear out your heart and burn it in front of your eyes. There is simply no time to savour the moment at the moment. So let me free now peon. Let me free or die.”
“Wow you really love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” Crazyman Dragonarms lowered his arm as the flames died away. He was about to turn away when a bolt of lightning streaked towards him. He quickly dodged out of its path and behind him it hit a patch of a building that appeared to be made out of marshmallow. Within moments he retaliated, releasing a torrent of flame from his left arm. This Aph promptly dodged and within minutes the two were locked into a full-scale magic fight, shouting insults at one another as they did so. The rest of the Non-Infringers watched somewhat nonplussed. This was pretty much par for the course where Crazyman Dragonarms was concerned.
“So much for trying to get any information out of her.” Lamented one of the Paxes.
“Madder’n a box of old hats that’un.” Iota agreed. For a moment there was silence as the Non-Infingers watched their teammate battling their prisoner. Aph might have had a clear advantage in this battle if it wasn’t for the fact that her manoeuvrability was severely limited by the fact that her limbs were tied behind her back with extra strong deadlocked rope. Though on the other hand her attacks were borne from a senseless rage, a desperate desire to inflict pain upon the nearest living being, they were clumsy and easily dodged and while Crazyman Dragonarms could hardly be called a master tactician he was at least able to keep track of how many people he was at any given time. XMO quickly turned his attention to the chaos that surrounded them, where unnerving people shaped lumps of flesh and other things were locked in what seemed to be senseless combat with one another.
“If anyone has any ideas what the hell is going on here please feel free to broach them.” XMO said.
“This is mostly conjecture,” PAX/Tom spoke in unison, “but we think that this world is undergoing a reality collapse.”
“Woah, hold up there.” Iota replied. “Can ye run that past us again a little slower this time?” One member of PAX stepped forwards to explain while the others whispered to one another.
“There was some kind of destabilising event.” Tom explained. “It had to have come from an outside influence, like us or the magic creature except not us or the magic creature because the epicentre of the event was some distance in that direction.” Tom gestured in the direction that they had been heading. “The conflicting realities were somehow in a perfect balance before this event, but now they have shifted and they have realised that they are conflicting again and so everything is going to shit.”
“Yeah I can see that.” Iota said.
“No, it will get worse than this.” Tom continued. “This reality cannot support three different conflicting versions of reality at once. Unless all traces of two of these realities are removed then it will continue to destabilise further and further until it collapses completely and this entire reality ceases to exist.”
“Which, we think, is the reason for the fighting.” One of the other members of PAX piped up. “It’s not mindless chaos; if you look then you can see most of them are only going after those from the other realities. I’d hate to theorise how, but it would seem that they know that their world is doomed unless they can stamp out all traces of the other worlds.”
“Also of note is that we ourselves are not of any of these three realities and are likely to be treated as hostile by all of them, once they actually realise we are here.” A third PAX nervously chipped in.
“Of course this is just conjecture.” Tom said. “We don’t exactly have the equipment to test any of these ideas. We would definitely recommend fleeing this reality the moment that we can stabilise an exit, though we don’t think that it will be that easy.”
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