Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
06-26-2010, 10:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
"Were you even listening?" Will asked. "This creature, Loran, has demonstrated that he is both mentally unstable and willing to kill. As far as I'm concerned, he is a danger to anyone near him, and I would much rather shoot him on reflex than let him kill someone else. It is my intent to prevent as much harm as I can, and if that means preemptive action, I will not hesitate to do what is necessary."
"I spent much of my life arranging to tear a hole in reality, and I damn well succeeded once." His voice rose, shouting a challenge to the hall around them. "I am going to assemble what I need and tear myself another hole, and I will leave this horrible game behind! Anyone with peaceful intentions is welcome to come with me. Anyone without them will find themselves stiffly opposed."
He took a step towards Felix, eyes narrowed, and dropped his voice low. "Have I made myself clear?"
Felix just stood there with his arms crossed, aloof and unimpressed. "Crystal," he drawled.
"Splendid." Will turned a bit, addressing the group as a whole. "Does anyone else here have a problem with this?"
There were general negative murmurs; everyone was at least pretending to go along with him.
"Good." Taking a slow breath, he calmed himself down. "Now... there are a number of ingredients required to open the hole we need. In fact, I think we might actually have everything we need here. First, though..." He took a few steps, kneeling down next to Apathy. He tried to put some compassion and concern into his voice, but it sounded awkward and uncomfortable. It was the best he could do, though; he could work out how to tear a hole in the universe, but for the last fifteen years, the vast majority of the people he'd talked to had been a previous version of himself- he was horribly out of practice at dealing with others. "Are you feeling any better?" He winced. The words were flat and cold, still all business. He tried again, putting all the warmth he could into his voice. "You, ah, seemed fairly drained earlier. How are you feeling now?" There might have been some empathy that time, but he couldn't tell. He hoped he'd managed a bit, at least.
"Were you even listening?" Will asked. "This creature, Loran, has demonstrated that he is both mentally unstable and willing to kill. As far as I'm concerned, he is a danger to anyone near him, and I would much rather shoot him on reflex than let him kill someone else. It is my intent to prevent as much harm as I can, and if that means preemptive action, I will not hesitate to do what is necessary."
"I spent much of my life arranging to tear a hole in reality, and I damn well succeeded once." His voice rose, shouting a challenge to the hall around them. "I am going to assemble what I need and tear myself another hole, and I will leave this horrible game behind! Anyone with peaceful intentions is welcome to come with me. Anyone without them will find themselves stiffly opposed."
He took a step towards Felix, eyes narrowed, and dropped his voice low. "Have I made myself clear?"
Felix just stood there with his arms crossed, aloof and unimpressed. "Crystal," he drawled.
"Splendid." Will turned a bit, addressing the group as a whole. "Does anyone else here have a problem with this?"
There were general negative murmurs; everyone was at least pretending to go along with him.
"Good." Taking a slow breath, he calmed himself down. "Now... there are a number of ingredients required to open the hole we need. In fact, I think we might actually have everything we need here. First, though..." He took a few steps, kneeling down next to Apathy. He tried to put some compassion and concern into his voice, but it sounded awkward and uncomfortable. It was the best he could do, though; he could work out how to tear a hole in the universe, but for the last fifteen years, the vast majority of the people he'd talked to had been a previous version of himself- he was horribly out of practice at dealing with others. "Are you feeling any better?" He winced. The words were flat and cold, still all business. He tried again, putting all the warmth he could into his voice. "You, ah, seemed fairly drained earlier. How are you feeling now?" There might have been some empathy that time, but he couldn't tell. He hoped he'd managed a bit, at least.