Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round II - Armada]
12-23-2010, 10:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Kaitostrike.
The entire cabin was quiet, except for the occasional scrape made across the broomstick. Felix studied the girl he had chosen to accompany with. She seems rather uninteresting, but I shall soon find out. Perhaps there is something hiding behind this persona of uncertainty. He lifted himself off of the wall and left the room; Anna was too occupied graphing the symbols into the broom to notice that Felix had left her. Had she asked him where he intended to go, he would have simply replied that he wished to explore the ship. However, his real intent was to clear his thoughts. The manner in which the unlikely two encountered each other did not bring any physical harm unto the villain, due to his shady composition, but it did shake his mind. His mind was a flurry of thoughts, and even the most brilliant of thinkers could be shaken by the sheer amount of information he needed to take in.
All of his actions up to this point had been brought about by spur of the moment decisions. If Felix were to make it out on top, or make it out at all, he would have to use his mind to prevent such sudden occurrences. Precise and exact plans would be recquired to trick and deceive the contestants. Loran and Voltraich were the two heavy variables; however, Loran would probably not attempt a direct attack on the two, due to Felix's daring rescue. While it seems that Voltraich might not necessarily be aggressive, one wrong move could spell disaster. While not exactly a direct danger, I should definitely keep an eye out for Otto. That powerful cannon of his could probably wipe me out instantly. And then Apathy... Felix sighed. This is going to be a long night.
Felix's thoughts occupied him, as he continued wandering the ship, not really paying heed to where he was going. He had wandered for a while before his mind started to slow. Once his mental monologue came to a close, he began to actually examine his surroundings. He had arrived within some living quarters, that had many bunk beds connected to each other. It seemed to be the resting place of the crew, which numbered in the dozens. Alongside each of the beds was a wardrobe, within each was various belongings, among the most interesting was a diary by one of the navigators. Felix's interest was picqued as he opened the book and began to read.
Many minutes went by as Felix read the log in silence, by the light of a candle. Abruptly, the silence was broken by the many screams and yells of a crew in the midst of a fight, which had just seemingly come out of stasis. Felix stood there for a moment, wondering about what could possibly have caused this; there was far too much noise for it to be any of the contestants. However, something much more important came to his attention. "The witch!" He dropped the book he was reading, and dashed through the decks of the ship as he searched for Anna. If the sounds of gunshot and cannons above were anything to indicate, chances were, they were on this ship as well.
On the way up a set of stairs, he nearly ran head first into a crewmate lugging a keg of gunpowder. "E-e-enemy on the deck! Enemy on the deck!" The man yelled at the top of his lungs as he nearly dropped the barrel from shock . Felix swiftly lifted the barrel, for fear of it hitting the ground and igniting, and threw it upon the crewmate, knocking him down. Felix ran past him as he continued to yell as loud as possible. Goddamn it! This wasn't supposed to happen! Felix cursed to himself; yet another obstacle in his way. He charged into the room Anna was in.
"How did this woman get on the ship?" "Just what do you think you are doing here, lady?" Anna was slowly backed into the corner by this group of men who had come out of nowhere; and Anna really wished they would go back to nowhere. She could grab her knife, but one of the men had a gun, and the rest had swords, and it just didn't seem like the best idea. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the shoulder of one of the men; as he turned around, a fist met with his face, and he fell to the floor. The rest of crew turned to Felix as he unsheathed his sword and slashed at one of them. "What the hell?!" The crewmate grabbed his gun and fired at Felix; Felix had been prepared to simply phase through it, but the most brilliant idea struck him as he was barely able to keep his smirk hidden.
The bullet flew into his arm, as Felix let out a yelp of pain. He stabbed the last man through the chest with his "good" arm, and then sheathed his sword. Two of the crew laid dead on the ground, while the other was unconscious. Felix grabbed his arm, as blood began to trickle down it. Anna began to say something as he put his finger over his mouth, and let out a "Shhhhhh". He nodded towards the stairs leading onto the deck, indicating that he intended to go up. He chuckled to himself as he saw the rest of the crew occupied upon Voltraich. Perhaps this day can be salvaged after all.
The entire cabin was quiet, except for the occasional scrape made across the broomstick. Felix studied the girl he had chosen to accompany with. She seems rather uninteresting, but I shall soon find out. Perhaps there is something hiding behind this persona of uncertainty. He lifted himself off of the wall and left the room; Anna was too occupied graphing the symbols into the broom to notice that Felix had left her. Had she asked him where he intended to go, he would have simply replied that he wished to explore the ship. However, his real intent was to clear his thoughts. The manner in which the unlikely two encountered each other did not bring any physical harm unto the villain, due to his shady composition, but it did shake his mind. His mind was a flurry of thoughts, and even the most brilliant of thinkers could be shaken by the sheer amount of information he needed to take in.
All of his actions up to this point had been brought about by spur of the moment decisions. If Felix were to make it out on top, or make it out at all, he would have to use his mind to prevent such sudden occurrences. Precise and exact plans would be recquired to trick and deceive the contestants. Loran and Voltraich were the two heavy variables; however, Loran would probably not attempt a direct attack on the two, due to Felix's daring rescue. While it seems that Voltraich might not necessarily be aggressive, one wrong move could spell disaster. While not exactly a direct danger, I should definitely keep an eye out for Otto. That powerful cannon of his could probably wipe me out instantly. And then Apathy... Felix sighed. This is going to be a long night.
Felix's thoughts occupied him, as he continued wandering the ship, not really paying heed to where he was going. He had wandered for a while before his mind started to slow. Once his mental monologue came to a close, he began to actually examine his surroundings. He had arrived within some living quarters, that had many bunk beds connected to each other. It seemed to be the resting place of the crew, which numbered in the dozens. Alongside each of the beds was a wardrobe, within each was various belongings, among the most interesting was a diary by one of the navigators. Felix's interest was picqued as he opened the book and began to read.
Many minutes went by as Felix read the log in silence, by the light of a candle. Abruptly, the silence was broken by the many screams and yells of a crew in the midst of a fight, which had just seemingly come out of stasis. Felix stood there for a moment, wondering about what could possibly have caused this; there was far too much noise for it to be any of the contestants. However, something much more important came to his attention. "The witch!" He dropped the book he was reading, and dashed through the decks of the ship as he searched for Anna. If the sounds of gunshot and cannons above were anything to indicate, chances were, they were on this ship as well.
On the way up a set of stairs, he nearly ran head first into a crewmate lugging a keg of gunpowder. "E-e-enemy on the deck! Enemy on the deck!" The man yelled at the top of his lungs as he nearly dropped the barrel from shock . Felix swiftly lifted the barrel, for fear of it hitting the ground and igniting, and threw it upon the crewmate, knocking him down. Felix ran past him as he continued to yell as loud as possible. Goddamn it! This wasn't supposed to happen! Felix cursed to himself; yet another obstacle in his way. He charged into the room Anna was in.
"How did this woman get on the ship?" "Just what do you think you are doing here, lady?" Anna was slowly backed into the corner by this group of men who had come out of nowhere; and Anna really wished they would go back to nowhere. She could grab her knife, but one of the men had a gun, and the rest had swords, and it just didn't seem like the best idea. Suddenly, a hand grabbed the shoulder of one of the men; as he turned around, a fist met with his face, and he fell to the floor. The rest of crew turned to Felix as he unsheathed his sword and slashed at one of them. "What the hell?!" The crewmate grabbed his gun and fired at Felix; Felix had been prepared to simply phase through it, but the most brilliant idea struck him as he was barely able to keep his smirk hidden.
The bullet flew into his arm, as Felix let out a yelp of pain. He stabbed the last man through the chest with his "good" arm, and then sheathed his sword. Two of the crew laid dead on the ground, while the other was unconscious. Felix grabbed his arm, as blood began to trickle down it. Anna began to say something as he put his finger over his mouth, and let out a "Shhhhhh". He nodded towards the stairs leading onto the deck, indicating that he intended to go up. He chuckled to himself as he saw the rest of the crew occupied upon Voltraich. Perhaps this day can be salvaged after all.