Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
07-28-2010, 03:11 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Nehh.
From his position under the water, Voitrach could tell it was starting to get to his head. For years, nay, centuries, he had been an organism of rock. His each movement required massive strains to make it happen. His agility - though average by human standards - was still not as high as he knew it could be. But the water was both a curse and a blessing. It was so easy to control, to make his - he had already experimented in the distance with making changes to the odd pattern of waves - but the way it rippled, it flowed, it was a whole alien sensation. Trying to keep in control was a greater task than his own head could manage. But it was a greater tool than anything else he could think of! He could not stay here, but he could not give it up! In desperation, he decided on a compromise. He would keep himself connected to the water with a few tentacles. That way, he would be able to move as a rock creature, but with the help of the sea. Probably. Happy with this, he exited the water at high speed and grabbed the side of a nearby ship. Clambering over the edge, he looked across the deck. Empty. He could have sworn he'd heard something. He ran to the hold doors and looked inside, curious. It was full of gunpowder, and nothing else. Maybe he had just imagined the noise. Maybe the person making it was on another ship. Yes. Another ship. Going towards the mast, Voitrach pulled himself up the terribly makeshift ladder, before surveying the ships around him. No signs. Odd.
From his position under the water, Voitrach could tell it was starting to get to his head. For years, nay, centuries, he had been an organism of rock. His each movement required massive strains to make it happen. His agility - though average by human standards - was still not as high as he knew it could be. But the water was both a curse and a blessing. It was so easy to control, to make his - he had already experimented in the distance with making changes to the odd pattern of waves - but the way it rippled, it flowed, it was a whole alien sensation. Trying to keep in control was a greater task than his own head could manage. But it was a greater tool than anything else he could think of! He could not stay here, but he could not give it up! In desperation, he decided on a compromise. He would keep himself connected to the water with a few tentacles. That way, he would be able to move as a rock creature, but with the help of the sea. Probably. Happy with this, he exited the water at high speed and grabbed the side of a nearby ship. Clambering over the edge, he looked across the deck. Empty. He could have sworn he'd heard something. He ran to the hold doors and looked inside, curious. It was full of gunpowder, and nothing else. Maybe he had just imagined the noise. Maybe the person making it was on another ship. Yes. Another ship. Going towards the mast, Voitrach pulled himself up the terribly makeshift ladder, before surveying the ships around him. No signs. Odd.