Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
05-25-2010, 05:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by The Dr..
Apathy groaned.
Dazed, she lifted her head from the ground and took a quick survey of her surroundings before falling back down, saying something slurred along the lines of "just great." She mustered up the strength to get to her knees, but something was making her causing her both pain and drowziness. She remembered the words that the men in robes had spoken to her, as well as the others, before sending them off. Had it been a dream? She could have managed to convince herself that some bandits had dragged her off in her sleep to a cave somewhere, of which to probably dismember her or something (but only to get a jolt of lightning and a stopped heart), but she knew that was she had just seen was real when she found herself holding her arms, shivering from the cold of the empty void; not to mention, she was terrified.
Murder, as a sport? It sounded rediculous, savage. Who would find enjoyment from that? When she thought of it, Apathy realized how many people and animals she had probably killed for food or safety. She had never thought much of it at the time she had done it, but it suddenly hit her like a brick the kind of person she had become just because of a strip of red running down her arms. But that hadn't been important now, and she needed to focus on the subject at hand. She steadily cursed whatever beings had brought her here.
She rose to her feet, albeit slowly. Taking a few steps to regain her bearings, she wandered over to one of the numerous walls of the cave, and placed her hand on it. Cold, smooth, it chipped away when Apathy scratched at it with her fingers, crumbling to dust, which this place seemed to have enough of. It seemed almost as if no one had been here for thousands of years. To Apathy, this struck a cord with her; considering the silence fitting the situation, it was a sound explanation. She chuckled to herself. Sound explanation to a silent cave.
Dear God, she thought to herself, she was already going loopy.
Nonetheless, she still decided that no matter how crazy she was she needed to continue exploring. As she walked through corridors and walkways, each seeming identical to one another, she began to wonder about the other contestants in this little "game", and she had the idea she was going to be hesitant to meet any of them right away. Through her broken reasoning, since the objective was to kill each other, at least one of the other contestants would probably be a rampaging beast of sorts, possessed by demons or something else rediculous. With her newfound conscience, she found herself thinking that she wouldn't be able to strike anyone down, even with the power flowing through her.
She promptly smacked herself for thinking like that, and continued exploring, but all she found was disappointment. In the labyrinth of identical rock walkways, she had seemed to have gotten lost. Apathy had a growing urge to give up and just go back to sleep, and then considered smacking herself again. She really was going crazy. She needed to stay focused and get out, and thusly she started exploring each wall intimately before moving on to the next. Before long, she found what she was looking for; a small switch imbedded in the rock, easily missable by someone who wasn't looking deliberately for it, or perhaps someone that held a spirtual connection to it. Tapping the small symbol, she heard a grating sound as the wall opposite her lifted up.
She wandered inside of the construct, amazed at the arcitecture. Around Apathy stood a massive circular cathedral, with a roof extending high up enough she wasn't sure she'd be able to get a good measurement on it with just an estimate. Pillars littered the outskirts of the cathedral, and in the center stood a single fountain, which was probably the only actual source of water she'd seen in the entire complex. Taking the time to take a couple sips of the liquid, she let a stream of electricity flow through the tip of her finger into the pool. If anything, it actually felt relaxing to Apathy; it was probably the easiest thing for her electromagic to spread through. Glad to see her powers were still in working order, she continued down to the other side of the massive build before realizing there was no exit on this side of the room. She heard the grating sound as before, staring in terror as the only way out closed solid.
From there, she heard the skittering of rocks, almost as if something were walking towards her. In the rock wall, a hole formed, before a small group of rock creatures climbed out from it. Their bodies were formed of the same material as the rest of the complex, and on top of the mechanisms sat a black wisp, nearly transparent in nature. They posessed glowing white eyes, all of which were narrowed down to an angry stare as they slowly closed in on her.
She had wandered into an arena.
Apathy groaned.
Dazed, she lifted her head from the ground and took a quick survey of her surroundings before falling back down, saying something slurred along the lines of "just great." She mustered up the strength to get to her knees, but something was making her causing her both pain and drowziness. She remembered the words that the men in robes had spoken to her, as well as the others, before sending them off. Had it been a dream? She could have managed to convince herself that some bandits had dragged her off in her sleep to a cave somewhere, of which to probably dismember her or something (but only to get a jolt of lightning and a stopped heart), but she knew that was she had just seen was real when she found herself holding her arms, shivering from the cold of the empty void; not to mention, she was terrified.
Murder, as a sport? It sounded rediculous, savage. Who would find enjoyment from that? When she thought of it, Apathy realized how many people and animals she had probably killed for food or safety. She had never thought much of it at the time she had done it, but it suddenly hit her like a brick the kind of person she had become just because of a strip of red running down her arms. But that hadn't been important now, and she needed to focus on the subject at hand. She steadily cursed whatever beings had brought her here.
She rose to her feet, albeit slowly. Taking a few steps to regain her bearings, she wandered over to one of the numerous walls of the cave, and placed her hand on it. Cold, smooth, it chipped away when Apathy scratched at it with her fingers, crumbling to dust, which this place seemed to have enough of. It seemed almost as if no one had been here for thousands of years. To Apathy, this struck a cord with her; considering the silence fitting the situation, it was a sound explanation. She chuckled to herself. Sound explanation to a silent cave.
Dear God, she thought to herself, she was already going loopy.
Nonetheless, she still decided that no matter how crazy she was she needed to continue exploring. As she walked through corridors and walkways, each seeming identical to one another, she began to wonder about the other contestants in this little "game", and she had the idea she was going to be hesitant to meet any of them right away. Through her broken reasoning, since the objective was to kill each other, at least one of the other contestants would probably be a rampaging beast of sorts, possessed by demons or something else rediculous. With her newfound conscience, she found herself thinking that she wouldn't be able to strike anyone down, even with the power flowing through her.
She promptly smacked herself for thinking like that, and continued exploring, but all she found was disappointment. In the labyrinth of identical rock walkways, she had seemed to have gotten lost. Apathy had a growing urge to give up and just go back to sleep, and then considered smacking herself again. She really was going crazy. She needed to stay focused and get out, and thusly she started exploring each wall intimately before moving on to the next. Before long, she found what she was looking for; a small switch imbedded in the rock, easily missable by someone who wasn't looking deliberately for it, or perhaps someone that held a spirtual connection to it. Tapping the small symbol, she heard a grating sound as the wall opposite her lifted up.
She wandered inside of the construct, amazed at the arcitecture. Around Apathy stood a massive circular cathedral, with a roof extending high up enough she wasn't sure she'd be able to get a good measurement on it with just an estimate. Pillars littered the outskirts of the cathedral, and in the center stood a single fountain, which was probably the only actual source of water she'd seen in the entire complex. Taking the time to take a couple sips of the liquid, she let a stream of electricity flow through the tip of her finger into the pool. If anything, it actually felt relaxing to Apathy; it was probably the easiest thing for her electromagic to spread through. Glad to see her powers were still in working order, she continued down to the other side of the massive build before realizing there was no exit on this side of the room. She heard the grating sound as before, staring in terror as the only way out closed solid.
From there, she heard the skittering of rocks, almost as if something were walking towards her. In the rock wall, a hole formed, before a small group of rock creatures climbed out from it. Their bodies were formed of the same material as the rest of the complex, and on top of the mechanisms sat a black wisp, nearly transparent in nature. They posessed glowing white eyes, all of which were narrowed down to an angry stare as they slowly closed in on her.
She had wandered into an arena.