Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-20-2010, 01:00 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
"Shit."
Diego cursed, as he finally became sure of his situation. He was apparently going to need to kill seven other beings in order to live. Diego sighed. That sounded difficult, esspecially given the others' dangerous sounding introductions. Several magic users. Several users of bizarre machines. Several nonhumans. The absurdity of the situation had not quite sunk in yet, and he knew it. He needed to take this time to sort himself out before he dwelt on external varibles further.
Diego glanced down at himself. "Good," he thought, at least he was equipped with decent tools. The weight of the chainmail under his shirt became aparent as he acknowledged it. Diego thanked his past self for being smart enough to wear armor constantly, knowing that things could go wrong at any time.
"However, this isn't exactly what I thought would go wrong..."
Diego brushed against his sword. He really wasn't too skilled at using it, and had only worn it as a formality for being accepted into the king's court. Still, it could be useful. Finally, his focus rested on the small knife he had under his shirt. That tiny blade was a godsend to him. It was made of mythril, a metal that channeled and altered magic. By vibrating it, the mythril knife shook violently so that anybody he stopped the blade with would have a terribly strong shock. Remembering the competitors again, Diego had a feeling that the knife would be his greatest ally.
His thoughts finally drifting back to the savage brawl in general, Diego displaced his bewilderment with logic and annoyence. Why was he of all people taken? He wasn't quite a fighter, nor extremely powerful as a Mage. He was just... Infamous. Upon deeper thought, Diego comprehended that his infamy might have worthy of being summoned like this. If that were the case, it would be wonderful to go back and read what history had to say about him. He pondered that idea for a moment before forcing to the back of his mind. He couldn't think of going home now. He had to sharpen his mind, and focus on the path he needed to take. There was no way out of this mess... Besides killing the others. A calm expression grew over his face as he contemplated his options. Luckily, the woman had not announced his abilities and nature fully. Diego still had being unknown on his side. Alhough he doubted he would make any allies here, he began composing a fake identity for himself, to further disguise his abilities.
"Alright... I'm a... an executioner. I use my aero magic to... No, I channel my knife with my aeromagic so that I can kill a person instantly. Yes, that's plausible... Yes. I should be fine. I'll do this like I always do... Carefully and secretly. Damn, half of these people don't even have earholes..."
Glancing around, Diego realized he was at the mouth of a cave. He recalled the name: the afterlife. He seemed to be on some sort of island, as well as inside a cave. In the distance, Diego could hear unfamiliar sounds, which probably came from other contestants. Grimly accepting his fate, he began his habitual first step to killing- listenin, gathering information. Amplifying the sounds coming towards him, he eavesdropped on the others.
"Shit."
Diego cursed, as he finally became sure of his situation. He was apparently going to need to kill seven other beings in order to live. Diego sighed. That sounded difficult, esspecially given the others' dangerous sounding introductions. Several magic users. Several users of bizarre machines. Several nonhumans. The absurdity of the situation had not quite sunk in yet, and he knew it. He needed to take this time to sort himself out before he dwelt on external varibles further.
Diego glanced down at himself. "Good," he thought, at least he was equipped with decent tools. The weight of the chainmail under his shirt became aparent as he acknowledged it. Diego thanked his past self for being smart enough to wear armor constantly, knowing that things could go wrong at any time.
"However, this isn't exactly what I thought would go wrong..."
Diego brushed against his sword. He really wasn't too skilled at using it, and had only worn it as a formality for being accepted into the king's court. Still, it could be useful. Finally, his focus rested on the small knife he had under his shirt. That tiny blade was a godsend to him. It was made of mythril, a metal that channeled and altered magic. By vibrating it, the mythril knife shook violently so that anybody he stopped the blade with would have a terribly strong shock. Remembering the competitors again, Diego had a feeling that the knife would be his greatest ally.
His thoughts finally drifting back to the savage brawl in general, Diego displaced his bewilderment with logic and annoyence. Why was he of all people taken? He wasn't quite a fighter, nor extremely powerful as a Mage. He was just... Infamous. Upon deeper thought, Diego comprehended that his infamy might have worthy of being summoned like this. If that were the case, it would be wonderful to go back and read what history had to say about him. He pondered that idea for a moment before forcing to the back of his mind. He couldn't think of going home now. He had to sharpen his mind, and focus on the path he needed to take. There was no way out of this mess... Besides killing the others. A calm expression grew over his face as he contemplated his options. Luckily, the woman had not announced his abilities and nature fully. Diego still had being unknown on his side. Alhough he doubted he would make any allies here, he began composing a fake identity for himself, to further disguise his abilities.
"Alright... I'm a... an executioner. I use my aero magic to... No, I channel my knife with my aeromagic so that I can kill a person instantly. Yes, that's plausible... Yes. I should be fine. I'll do this like I always do... Carefully and secretly. Damn, half of these people don't even have earholes..."
Glancing around, Diego realized he was at the mouth of a cave. He recalled the name: the afterlife. He seemed to be on some sort of island, as well as inside a cave. In the distance, Diego could hear unfamiliar sounds, which probably came from other contestants. Grimly accepting his fate, he began his habitual first step to killing- listenin, gathering information. Amplifying the sounds coming towards him, he eavesdropped on the others.