Re: QUIETUS [S!5] [Round 1: Godsworn Valley]
04-29-2012, 02:52 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by crepuscularDissembler.
Amaranth held her head in her hands as the world spun around her. Sadly, vertigo was one of the things that was very difficult to dampen with her abilities. She leaned on the remains of a chain-link fence and considered all that had happened. In a way, the...being had helped her in her path. She had always intended to visit foreign and uncivilized places, and endow them with the Seeds of Salvation. Really, this was almost more than she might have hoped for. After all, on her own planet there was a finite amount of space to conquer. If she continued traveling through worlds like this, worlds populated with humans.....she might do more for the faith than any of her kind had since the days when the religion was young and the prophets were just awaking to the truth. The thought was thrilling.
The requirement of killing others, of course......many of those she had seen in that gap between reality had been humans. Of course, there were those that would simply be unsuitable....that girl with the blue slime turned her stomach. Imagine a Seed germinating in her, only to be turned into jelly by that insidious demon! The others presented their own problems of course....the soldier-alien would be completely unaffected by her smoke, and who knows what "Sonora" even was. But none of them repelled her quite as much as seeing a human body parasitized by an unholy entity. It bordered on heretical. She had never had the scientific talent to be an inquisitor, with their long white robes and their careful studies of the infernal parasites which could turn a human from the Benevolent Guide. But she knew the teachings by heart, and she knew what she had heard about that girl was blasphemous.
As she meditated on what she might do if backed into a corner, something that had been puzzling her about the barren fields she overlooked suddenly came into focus. Those perfectly round holes- surely not natural? They looked almost- almost like-
It took a long minute before she was able to wrestle the burst of fear into something resembling calmness. She controlled the horror, and brought it into a clinical, distant view. So they were using disintegrating weapons here- weapons which destroyed the body, destroyed the nutrient, destroyed the very Seed ins i d e
W-well. She had never feared death. She had not even dreamed in her nightmares she would be forced to encounter something which caused the true end of her life and purpose. A gunshot to the head she could bear, but napalm, dynamite- my god- what if they have nuclear weapons- the words resounded strangely in her head, like the names of horrific prehistoric beasts that had been thought to be dead.
But no, she had to concentrate on the present. With her abilities, it'd be easy enough to steal equipment- she did, after all, need rations and other supplies. Although come to think of it, she had better pick troops without gas masks in their equipment. As for the possibility of converting someone....she would have to be careful. The idea of killing- or for that matter, allying with- the other "competitors" was a barely even a concern to her at the moment. All of her focus was on what she would need to do to preserve and propagate her precious burden.
Amaranth held her head in her hands as the world spun around her. Sadly, vertigo was one of the things that was very difficult to dampen with her abilities. She leaned on the remains of a chain-link fence and considered all that had happened. In a way, the...being had helped her in her path. She had always intended to visit foreign and uncivilized places, and endow them with the Seeds of Salvation. Really, this was almost more than she might have hoped for. After all, on her own planet there was a finite amount of space to conquer. If she continued traveling through worlds like this, worlds populated with humans.....she might do more for the faith than any of her kind had since the days when the religion was young and the prophets were just awaking to the truth. The thought was thrilling.
The requirement of killing others, of course......many of those she had seen in that gap between reality had been humans. Of course, there were those that would simply be unsuitable....that girl with the blue slime turned her stomach. Imagine a Seed germinating in her, only to be turned into jelly by that insidious demon! The others presented their own problems of course....the soldier-alien would be completely unaffected by her smoke, and who knows what "Sonora" even was. But none of them repelled her quite as much as seeing a human body parasitized by an unholy entity. It bordered on heretical. She had never had the scientific talent to be an inquisitor, with their long white robes and their careful studies of the infernal parasites which could turn a human from the Benevolent Guide. But she knew the teachings by heart, and she knew what she had heard about that girl was blasphemous.
As she meditated on what she might do if backed into a corner, something that had been puzzling her about the barren fields she overlooked suddenly came into focus. Those perfectly round holes- surely not natural? They looked almost- almost like-
It took a long minute before she was able to wrestle the burst of fear into something resembling calmness. She controlled the horror, and brought it into a clinical, distant view. So they were using disintegrating weapons here- weapons which destroyed the body, destroyed the nutrient, destroyed the very Seed ins i d e
W-well. She had never feared death. She had not even dreamed in her nightmares she would be forced to encounter something which caused the true end of her life and purpose. A gunshot to the head she could bear, but napalm, dynamite- my god- what if they have nuclear weapons- the words resounded strangely in her head, like the names of horrific prehistoric beasts that had been thought to be dead.
But no, she had to concentrate on the present. With her abilities, it'd be easy enough to steal equipment- she did, after all, need rations and other supplies. Although come to think of it, she had better pick troops without gas masks in their equipment. As for the possibility of converting someone....she would have to be careful. The idea of killing- or for that matter, allying with- the other "competitors" was a barely even a concern to her at the moment. All of her focus was on what she would need to do to preserve and propagate her precious burden.