Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round III - Vorlon Complex]
04-02-2011, 07:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by PlumFinder.
This was it. The battle was lost. The people who had created it had actively interfered, had kille done of the contestants. This was no longer a fair battle. The fates of all of them were in the hands of others.
Loran slowl pushed himself up from the floor. He sat for a moment on the cold stone, then took out one of his knifes and started polishing it.
The room around him was lit by a dim, glowing kind of blue, emanating from the orbs suspended off the ceiling. There was something oddly soothing about the light. He liked it.
The stones the large chamber was made up off were a deep, dark color. He thought it was brown, but it was hard to say in this light. Not that he particularly cared: The cold was more of a problem. It wasn't freezing cold, but it was cool enough to be uncomfortable. It might slow his movements if he stayed still too long, and if there was one thing he couldn't have...
Nevertheless, he stayed still. There wasn't much else he could do. Ordinarily, he would have started looking for his targets, but not now. It didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter who went after who, or which of them was the strongest. That Gias guy had made it clear he had killed the robot. If, ultimately, someone else decided who died, what use was trying to kill anyone? None at all.
Except for one someone, of course.
Having made a decision, Loran slipped the knife back behind his belt, and got up. The walls of the chamber were lined with glass cabinets, containing all kinds of items. Some were definitely weapons, and he considered the possibility of having appeared within the arsenal; Would mr. Gias truly be that stupid? A lot of other things were definitely not weapons, though. There were several shelves of jewelry, and almost half the room was dedicated to goggles of all kinds. Could this be the memory armaments Gias had mentioned? Could they be weapons after all? He took a moment to consider it all, then decided there was only one way too find out, which was using them. He opened the nearest cabinet, and rifled through its contents, looking for items that appeared useful.
In the end, Loran left the room with a headband, made of a metal so thin that it would bend like cloth, several bracelets, clanging at his wrists, three odd looking metal lumps, hot to the touch, resembling guns in different ways, and a couple of rusty spheres he hoped were grenades. He would have to find an empty room somewhere to try out some of it, after which it was just a matter of taking his fate in his own hands again. If someone was trying to decide who lived and died in his place, they would have to answetr to him. And answer him, this mr. Gias would.
This was it. The battle was lost. The people who had created it had actively interfered, had kille done of the contestants. This was no longer a fair battle. The fates of all of them were in the hands of others.
Loran slowl pushed himself up from the floor. He sat for a moment on the cold stone, then took out one of his knifes and started polishing it.
The room around him was lit by a dim, glowing kind of blue, emanating from the orbs suspended off the ceiling. There was something oddly soothing about the light. He liked it.
The stones the large chamber was made up off were a deep, dark color. He thought it was brown, but it was hard to say in this light. Not that he particularly cared: The cold was more of a problem. It wasn't freezing cold, but it was cool enough to be uncomfortable. It might slow his movements if he stayed still too long, and if there was one thing he couldn't have...
Nevertheless, he stayed still. There wasn't much else he could do. Ordinarily, he would have started looking for his targets, but not now. It didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter who went after who, or which of them was the strongest. That Gias guy had made it clear he had killed the robot. If, ultimately, someone else decided who died, what use was trying to kill anyone? None at all.
Except for one someone, of course.
Having made a decision, Loran slipped the knife back behind his belt, and got up. The walls of the chamber were lined with glass cabinets, containing all kinds of items. Some were definitely weapons, and he considered the possibility of having appeared within the arsenal; Would mr. Gias truly be that stupid? A lot of other things were definitely not weapons, though. There were several shelves of jewelry, and almost half the room was dedicated to goggles of all kinds. Could this be the memory armaments Gias had mentioned? Could they be weapons after all? He took a moment to consider it all, then decided there was only one way too find out, which was using them. He opened the nearest cabinet, and rifled through its contents, looking for items that appeared useful.
In the end, Loran left the room with a headband, made of a metal so thin that it would bend like cloth, several bracelets, clanging at his wrists, three odd looking metal lumps, hot to the touch, resembling guns in different ways, and a couple of rusty spheres he hoped were grenades. He would have to find an empty room somewhere to try out some of it, after which it was just a matter of taking his fate in his own hands again. If someone was trying to decide who lived and died in his place, they would have to answetr to him. And answer him, this mr. Gias would.