Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-20-2010, 10:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Knask.
[background=#000000:2v3mzwpb]A stalactite fell down right next calm. Even though he apparently was in an different universe, misfortune was still upon him. Before starting to think about his situation, he had to get to safety. He quickly found a place where the ceiling was low, jumped up and grabbed a hold of some stalactites. He started to crawl around the ceiling, and found dark shadow where he could remain nearly invisible.
Calm was slightly surprised, and slightly confused. Why was he sent here? Yes, he understood they wanted him to fight the others. But why? Was this all a game, for the entertainment of it's viewers? Or did this fight, this tournament, serve a purpose beyond that? For the moment, Calm leaned towards the first theory; if the Cultivator, or whoever stood behind this game wanted to pick out the best fighter, they wouldn't organize it like this. Calm had already realized he could just hide in the shadows until the last opponent stood alone, tired and worn of the fight. It would be an easy kill. Still, who was the Cultivator? She was not a goddess, she didn't look like one, but somewhat more human. In addition, her powers greatly surpassed the ones of the gods he knew, and if she were one of them, she would have killed him long ago. If there existed a force beyond the gods, the Cultivator would be a part of it. And for some reason, this force had taken notice of Calm.
He wanted to find out more about the Cultivator, and he realised the only way to get her attention would be to participate in this, and wait for his chance.
Calm started to assess some of the others participating in this battle. Many of them weren't even human, and everyone of them seemed capable of doing serious damage. He had taken notice of this "Dr. Anarchy", as she called herself. She was definitively insane, and she seemed like someone who would enjoy chaos and destruction; to bad she would have to die. Calm often enjoyed seeing people as her make others suffer, and he often would give them a helping hand, of course without them knowing. He decided to spare her for later and keep a safe distance from her, as she probably would accelerate the killing in this fight.
No, Calm had already picked his target, this god of death; Ziirphael.
After all, after making people miserable, killing gods was Calm's speciality.
Calm continued crawling around the ceiling, but stayed in the shadows.[/background:2v3mzwpb]
[background=#000000:2v3mzwpb]A stalactite fell down right next calm. Even though he apparently was in an different universe, misfortune was still upon him. Before starting to think about his situation, he had to get to safety. He quickly found a place where the ceiling was low, jumped up and grabbed a hold of some stalactites. He started to crawl around the ceiling, and found dark shadow where he could remain nearly invisible.
Calm was slightly surprised, and slightly confused. Why was he sent here? Yes, he understood they wanted him to fight the others. But why? Was this all a game, for the entertainment of it's viewers? Or did this fight, this tournament, serve a purpose beyond that? For the moment, Calm leaned towards the first theory; if the Cultivator, or whoever stood behind this game wanted to pick out the best fighter, they wouldn't organize it like this. Calm had already realized he could just hide in the shadows until the last opponent stood alone, tired and worn of the fight. It would be an easy kill. Still, who was the Cultivator? She was not a goddess, she didn't look like one, but somewhat more human. In addition, her powers greatly surpassed the ones of the gods he knew, and if she were one of them, she would have killed him long ago. If there existed a force beyond the gods, the Cultivator would be a part of it. And for some reason, this force had taken notice of Calm.
He wanted to find out more about the Cultivator, and he realised the only way to get her attention would be to participate in this, and wait for his chance.
Calm started to assess some of the others participating in this battle. Many of them weren't even human, and everyone of them seemed capable of doing serious damage. He had taken notice of this "Dr. Anarchy", as she called herself. She was definitively insane, and she seemed like someone who would enjoy chaos and destruction; to bad she would have to die. Calm often enjoyed seeing people as her make others suffer, and he often would give them a helping hand, of course without them knowing. He decided to spare her for later and keep a safe distance from her, as she probably would accelerate the killing in this fight.
No, Calm had already picked his target, this god of death; Ziirphael.
After all, after making people miserable, killing gods was Calm's speciality.
Calm continued crawling around the ceiling, but stayed in the shadows.[/background:2v3mzwpb]