Re: The Fearsome Encounter (GBS3G8) [Round 1: Circumlocution]
08-17-2011, 06:19 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Clink. Flip. Catch. Clink. Flip. Catch.
Whatever was going on, whoever that man was, he certainly was well-informed. The information inscribed on Cepra’s coin proved that fact.
But even with all his information, he was not confident that she was the best in the world?
Clink. Flip. Catch.
Of course, being the best in the world didn’t mean much in a multiuniversal competition, but Cepra was already having a hard time comprehending most of the things she had seen in the last few minutes. Her competition certainly were weird. She just chalked it up as different species and weird magic shit she hadn’t encountered yet.
‘Handsomely rewarded.’ She didn’t like jobs like this, where the people try to be all coy and smart and condescending, trying to draw a hired hand in by acting like they were doing you a favor. There were other ways to get ‘handsomely rewarded,’ other ways besides sitting in a dark bar and waiting for someone to come up with a nervous glance in their eye and a large sack in their hand. It usually involved looting still-warm corpses.
Cepra flipped the coin once more in the dark and it clinked against the rings on her fingers.
She sorely wished she could carve it up and add to her jewelry collection. But that would probably count as ‘losing’ it. Also, her claws weren’t tough enough to scratch it.
‘Handsomely rewarded.’ She had to admit that she was intrigued. But after that, he’d have to die. After she got whatever job he wanted done and accepted the handsome reward, she would reach over and claw his guts out. He looked soft and squishy enough.
But first, eliminating the competition.
Cepra flipped through the snippets of information she got of them. Eviscerate, eviscerate…would dismembering it count as killing it? No, burning it would be good and probably take care of all the little flighty beasts inside it too. Eviscerate, eviscerate, eviscerate, burn…and…hm…
Maybe she could just steal its coin.
Welp, plans’re finished. Cepra sat, contented with herself, though already bored of how routine it was obviously going to be. But the sooner she got everything done, the sooner she could be rid of this whole affair. Honestly, the least he could do was an advance payment.
She continued sitting in the dark.
Maybe it was too much to expect any of the others walking inside this nice, dark warehouse. If they were competitors for the assassination job (and honestly, the others didn’t even look like they could assassinate their way out of a paper bag), then they probably knew better than to walk right into a dark and abandoned building.
But then she’d have to go outsiiiiiiide and outside was briiiiight and stuuuuupid.
Oh well.
Cepra slid the coin under her goggles. It covered one eye and would probably get really annoying after a while, but it seemed a good place to tuck it away. And then she scuttled her way across the ceiling and towards an insufferably bright window. It pushed open very easily.
Well, shit. A nice, big meadow. Meaning she’d be easily seen. And there was no place to hide herself away and wait.
Maybe she had to act friendly to get close.
Or maybe she had to get the hell out of here and into the nice forest over on the other side before having to start up conversations with weirdo not-assassins who somehow were competent enough to be considered for this fishy job that she hated uuurrrrrgggh.
Cepra ran towards the forest.
Clink. Flip. Catch. Clink. Flip. Catch.
Whatever was going on, whoever that man was, he certainly was well-informed. The information inscribed on Cepra’s coin proved that fact.
But even with all his information, he was not confident that she was the best in the world?
Clink. Flip. Catch.
Of course, being the best in the world didn’t mean much in a multiuniversal competition, but Cepra was already having a hard time comprehending most of the things she had seen in the last few minutes. Her competition certainly were weird. She just chalked it up as different species and weird magic shit she hadn’t encountered yet.
‘Handsomely rewarded.’ She didn’t like jobs like this, where the people try to be all coy and smart and condescending, trying to draw a hired hand in by acting like they were doing you a favor. There were other ways to get ‘handsomely rewarded,’ other ways besides sitting in a dark bar and waiting for someone to come up with a nervous glance in their eye and a large sack in their hand. It usually involved looting still-warm corpses.
Cepra flipped the coin once more in the dark and it clinked against the rings on her fingers.
She sorely wished she could carve it up and add to her jewelry collection. But that would probably count as ‘losing’ it. Also, her claws weren’t tough enough to scratch it.
‘Handsomely rewarded.’ She had to admit that she was intrigued. But after that, he’d have to die. After she got whatever job he wanted done and accepted the handsome reward, she would reach over and claw his guts out. He looked soft and squishy enough.
But first, eliminating the competition.
Cepra flipped through the snippets of information she got of them. Eviscerate, eviscerate…would dismembering it count as killing it? No, burning it would be good and probably take care of all the little flighty beasts inside it too. Eviscerate, eviscerate, eviscerate, burn…and…hm…
Maybe she could just steal its coin.
Welp, plans’re finished. Cepra sat, contented with herself, though already bored of how routine it was obviously going to be. But the sooner she got everything done, the sooner she could be rid of this whole affair. Honestly, the least he could do was an advance payment.
She continued sitting in the dark.
Maybe it was too much to expect any of the others walking inside this nice, dark warehouse. If they were competitors for the assassination job (and honestly, the others didn’t even look like they could assassinate their way out of a paper bag), then they probably knew better than to walk right into a dark and abandoned building.
But then she’d have to go outsiiiiiiide and outside was briiiiight and stuuuuupid.
Oh well.
Cepra slid the coin under her goggles. It covered one eye and would probably get really annoying after a while, but it seemed a good place to tuck it away. And then she scuttled her way across the ceiling and towards an insufferably bright window. It pushed open very easily.
Well, shit. A nice, big meadow. Meaning she’d be easily seen. And there was no place to hide herself away and wait.
Maybe she had to act friendly to get close.
Or maybe she had to get the hell out of here and into the nice forest over on the other side before having to start up conversations with weirdo not-assassins who somehow were competent enough to be considered for this fishy job that she hated uuurrrrrgggh.
Cepra ran towards the forest.