Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
12-23-2010, 01:33 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by The Dr..
The three figures and four voices which were just moments prior participating in a heated discussion now stood silent, silhouettes against the brightening horizon. The morning was soon to come, but not for a while. Despite being in a heated debate moments prior, none of the figures could muster themselves to say anything. It was not an awkward silence as much as an observant one. Each of the eyes on the ship were now looking upward into the sky, noting the sudden change in atmosphere. The sky lit up tremendously at the abrupt return of the night stars, which in contrast to the near pitch-black standard of the lighting beforehand, seemed blinding to Apathy. It was a strange occurence, if anything, one that in her many years of studying the night in her hours awake past midnight in her past she had never seen. It was almost serene, in a way, that this past series of events had brought forth a welcoming light.
The silence dragged on for another few moments before being shattered by a crack of lightning, signifying the weather had returned all the same as the sky. The sound of thunder was alien to Apathy now; before she'd been tossed into this deathmatch, it rained often, and a bolt of lighting was not uncommon, but now that familiar sound was far, far away from just that. Everybody here had only known eachother for, at most, a couple hours (depending really on how long she slept, which she found she couldn't quite calculate), but it felt like weeks. Everything she knew back in her home universe seemed far away now, and she'd come to terms that she was likely to never see it again. This was a crazy place full of crazy people, she had learned, and nothing was to be taken for granted. It was at this point that she realized she was staring down an opportunity.
"So," she said, bringing the others' attention back, "I'd say we stand a better chance as a group. Strength in numbers. Like, I could...attack stuff, Will could be a planner guy, and you guys" - as she directed her vision towards OTTO and O'rylath - "could be... puncture wound protection. That sound right?" She thought she saw the others began to nod, the latter of which with a rather disapproving stare at their role, before she heard another crap of thunder. However, this one just didn't sound... right. There was no bolt of lightning to signify the sound, and it sounded strangely metallic. She almost thought it sounded like gunfire, but before she could complete the thought she suddenly found that she was laying on the deck of the ship and clutching her left arm, through which she was bleeding heavily. She attempted to repress a sharp yelp of pain, but it found its way out anyways, and before she knew it Will had ducked under the heavy wooden railing through which musket fire was now raining over. There was a rather sickeningly loud screeching noise which sounded kind of like her left ear attempting to give out, but over it she heard the screaming of commands and warnings of intruders from the ship just beside the one everyone was standing on. The voices sounded unfamiliar to Apathy (though she assumed it was her ear), but even with the doubt of that she could tell it was none of the contestants. There were other people around the ship, and judging from how much it sounded like the dialogue was straight out of Treasure Island, they were probably the rightful owners of whatever boat they happened to be on. They weren't here before, though, were they? It's almost like they had mysteriously appeared from thin air...
Despite a little bit of difficulty, Apathy stood up, supporting herself with her right arm, and immediately ducked down again when the whizzing sound of bullets sounded a little too close for comfort. There was an extremely large booming noise and suddenly the entire ship lurched backwards and almost made a sinking motion. The sound of rushing water started to intrude below the ship, and the seas themselves seemed to be coming alive, washing and thrashing around violently. Apathy cursed, wondering how she didn't find the cannons first. The thought of Will, OTTO, and O'rylath was gone, and she immediately dashed across the deck before hopping over the railing and plunging into the cold waters below once more.
The fact that now her arm was now useless didn't help the fact that she was suddenly being shoved into a scrappy hole that had been blasted into the boat, and the stinging of her arm and her ears and fuck all, everything was now amplified by the countless cuts and scratches the dangerously-sharp boards of polished wood were now carving into her, and she pushed herself out of the boat and towards the hostile one. There was no ladder fastened to the side of this boat, but she'd be damned if that would stop her. She grabbed a plank which stood out from the others and took a moment to rip it as far from the ship as she dared. It was difficult and long work, but through the thrashing waves and gunfire, she managed to make a makeshift pathway up the side of the boat, almost like those mountain-climbing games they have at amusement parks. Except, of course, this wasn't for fun. Having now toppled over the deck of the ship (gratefully without drawing attention to herself), Apathy then calmly walked up to the nearest Englishman, politely tapped him on the shoulder, and then caved his skull in with her now electrically-charged shoe.
The three figures and four voices which were just moments prior participating in a heated discussion now stood silent, silhouettes against the brightening horizon. The morning was soon to come, but not for a while. Despite being in a heated debate moments prior, none of the figures could muster themselves to say anything. It was not an awkward silence as much as an observant one. Each of the eyes on the ship were now looking upward into the sky, noting the sudden change in atmosphere. The sky lit up tremendously at the abrupt return of the night stars, which in contrast to the near pitch-black standard of the lighting beforehand, seemed blinding to Apathy. It was a strange occurence, if anything, one that in her many years of studying the night in her hours awake past midnight in her past she had never seen. It was almost serene, in a way, that this past series of events had brought forth a welcoming light.
The silence dragged on for another few moments before being shattered by a crack of lightning, signifying the weather had returned all the same as the sky. The sound of thunder was alien to Apathy now; before she'd been tossed into this deathmatch, it rained often, and a bolt of lighting was not uncommon, but now that familiar sound was far, far away from just that. Everybody here had only known eachother for, at most, a couple hours (depending really on how long she slept, which she found she couldn't quite calculate), but it felt like weeks. Everything she knew back in her home universe seemed far away now, and she'd come to terms that she was likely to never see it again. This was a crazy place full of crazy people, she had learned, and nothing was to be taken for granted. It was at this point that she realized she was staring down an opportunity.
"So," she said, bringing the others' attention back, "I'd say we stand a better chance as a group. Strength in numbers. Like, I could...attack stuff, Will could be a planner guy, and you guys" - as she directed her vision towards OTTO and O'rylath - "could be... puncture wound protection. That sound right?" She thought she saw the others began to nod, the latter of which with a rather disapproving stare at their role, before she heard another crap of thunder. However, this one just didn't sound... right. There was no bolt of lightning to signify the sound, and it sounded strangely metallic. She almost thought it sounded like gunfire, but before she could complete the thought she suddenly found that she was laying on the deck of the ship and clutching her left arm, through which she was bleeding heavily. She attempted to repress a sharp yelp of pain, but it found its way out anyways, and before she knew it Will had ducked under the heavy wooden railing through which musket fire was now raining over. There was a rather sickeningly loud screeching noise which sounded kind of like her left ear attempting to give out, but over it she heard the screaming of commands and warnings of intruders from the ship just beside the one everyone was standing on. The voices sounded unfamiliar to Apathy (though she assumed it was her ear), but even with the doubt of that she could tell it was none of the contestants. There were other people around the ship, and judging from how much it sounded like the dialogue was straight out of Treasure Island, they were probably the rightful owners of whatever boat they happened to be on. They weren't here before, though, were they? It's almost like they had mysteriously appeared from thin air...
Despite a little bit of difficulty, Apathy stood up, supporting herself with her right arm, and immediately ducked down again when the whizzing sound of bullets sounded a little too close for comfort. There was an extremely large booming noise and suddenly the entire ship lurched backwards and almost made a sinking motion. The sound of rushing water started to intrude below the ship, and the seas themselves seemed to be coming alive, washing and thrashing around violently. Apathy cursed, wondering how she didn't find the cannons first. The thought of Will, OTTO, and O'rylath was gone, and she immediately dashed across the deck before hopping over the railing and plunging into the cold waters below once more.
The fact that now her arm was now useless didn't help the fact that she was suddenly being shoved into a scrappy hole that had been blasted into the boat, and the stinging of her arm and her ears and fuck all, everything was now amplified by the countless cuts and scratches the dangerously-sharp boards of polished wood were now carving into her, and she pushed herself out of the boat and towards the hostile one. There was no ladder fastened to the side of this boat, but she'd be damned if that would stop her. She grabbed a plank which stood out from the others and took a moment to rip it as far from the ship as she dared. It was difficult and long work, but through the thrashing waves and gunfire, she managed to make a makeshift pathway up the side of the boat, almost like those mountain-climbing games they have at amusement parks. Except, of course, this wasn't for fun. Having now toppled over the deck of the ship (gratefully without drawing attention to herself), Apathy then calmly walked up to the nearest Englishman, politely tapped him on the shoulder, and then caved his skull in with her now electrically-charged shoe.