Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
05-25-2010, 07:22 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Annaliese Nibbs is not an impressive woman. Too tall for most to consider her attractive and without the elegant legginess that height can bring, she was cursed to gangle through life, looking for all the world like the reincarnation of a very nervous stork. The plain black dress and might-have-been-black-once hat she wore did very little to ameliorate any of this, as did the thick, round-lensed glasses perched on her narrow, beaky nose. She often wished she could look like a proper forest hag with clawed hands and scraggly hair, and even harder that she could look like one of those beautiful earth sister type witches that she heard danced naked in the moonlight; no amount of cosmetics or magic seemed to be able to push her towards one side or the other, though, and she had long since resigned herself to living with this mass of curly, vaguely-red hair that didn't seem appropriate for anyone, much less a witch. Really, with the exceptions of her height the unusual hair, Anna seemed to be composed of averages; she was the plainest, most mundane-looking woman in most any world you cared to pick.
She was, therefore, the last person you would expect to be sitting, looking dazed, in the rough center of what appeared to be a platform of rock hovering in a mostly-featureless void, near an enormous glowing sphere with smaller stone plates on its surface. This was the sort of place you expected to find gods and pretty blond men with impressively phallic swords, not confused women with a handful of eggshell.
After a few moments of shock and who wouldn't take a few moments to collect their thoughts after being yanked from their home and dropped through several dimensions before landing on some sort of flying rock near a tiny sun there's no shame in it, Anna stood shakily up. She had no idea where she was this place doesn't even look real and now she was supposed to be killing people she didn't know and couldn't even see what sort of ridiculous contest was this Anna wasn't a killer she had trouble squishing spiders and... She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and stop her thoughts racing. Panicking would get her nowhere and right now Anna wanted to get as far away as possible.
The problem of course was that there didn't seem to be anywhere to go save for diving off into the unknown depths of whatever it was surrounded this little rock platform. There wasn't even much on the platform with her; there was that big glowing thing nearby, but the only object she could see on the actual rock was a jagged block of stone. Things... Didn't look good.
Annaliese Nibbs is not an impressive woman. Too tall for most to consider her attractive and without the elegant legginess that height can bring, she was cursed to gangle through life, looking for all the world like the reincarnation of a very nervous stork. The plain black dress and might-have-been-black-once hat she wore did very little to ameliorate any of this, as did the thick, round-lensed glasses perched on her narrow, beaky nose. She often wished she could look like a proper forest hag with clawed hands and scraggly hair, and even harder that she could look like one of those beautiful earth sister type witches that she heard danced naked in the moonlight; no amount of cosmetics or magic seemed to be able to push her towards one side or the other, though, and she had long since resigned herself to living with this mass of curly, vaguely-red hair that didn't seem appropriate for anyone, much less a witch. Really, with the exceptions of her height the unusual hair, Anna seemed to be composed of averages; she was the plainest, most mundane-looking woman in most any world you cared to pick.
She was, therefore, the last person you would expect to be sitting, looking dazed, in the rough center of what appeared to be a platform of rock hovering in a mostly-featureless void, near an enormous glowing sphere with smaller stone plates on its surface. This was the sort of place you expected to find gods and pretty blond men with impressively phallic swords, not confused women with a handful of eggshell.
After a few moments of shock and who wouldn't take a few moments to collect their thoughts after being yanked from their home and dropped through several dimensions before landing on some sort of flying rock near a tiny sun there's no shame in it, Anna stood shakily up. She had no idea where she was this place doesn't even look real and now she was supposed to be killing people she didn't know and couldn't even see what sort of ridiculous contest was this Anna wasn't a killer she had trouble squishing spiders and... She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down and stop her thoughts racing. Panicking would get her nowhere and right now Anna wanted to get as far away as possible.
The problem of course was that there didn't seem to be anywhere to go save for diving off into the unknown depths of whatever it was surrounded this little rock platform. There wasn't even much on the platform with her; there was that big glowing thing nearby, but the only object she could see on the actual rock was a jagged block of stone. Things... Didn't look good.