Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-20-2010, 02:34 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Diego frowned at what he had heard. First, he had heard, and even seen, a pillar of flames shoot up into the roof. Mentally, Diego made note never to approach Konka Rar. Second, it appeared that woman, Dr. Anarchy, knew where he was. Third, and most pressing, he could not find the meat monster. Then, he heard a small squelch, but not from a direction he would have liked. Uneasily, he glanced backwards into the cave.
"Please, oh please, don't be a meatball monster down there..."
Of course, Diego knew his tiny plea was worthless. Facts were facts. Listening further, the meat monster was definitely down there. Unhappily, Diego moved out of the cave, and walked around it, towards it's back. Hopefully, he could hide here for a decent amount of time... His attention shifted to Dr. Anarchy. She was most troubling, considering she knew where he was. If she had any way to judge abilities or strength, he'd undoubtedly on the lower end of that scale and an ideal target. Still, there was some hope here. She had asked, out loud, who she was going to kill. Diego considered what he knew about her. She seemed to be... insane, or at least somewhat of a fool. A slight whisper could hopefully direct her violence elsewhere...
In her own voice, Dr. Anarchy heard, almost inaudibly, a whisper that said only one thing: "the dead one." It was subtle enough that she did not question it's source, and assumed it was a thought of her own.
Diego hoped that would be enough, and resumed his meditative eavesdropping. He had whispered Konka Rar, because the undead cyborg had already shown itself to be extremely dangerous. With any luck, Dr. Anarchy would kill the corpse, and Diego would have one less troubling monster to worry about. Thinking about monsters, his thoughts drifted to the two utter nonhumans, Ekelhaft and Gormand. He had honestly no clue how he'd deal with them. Someone else would have to do the job... Diego had a sudden pang of regret, and wished he had whispered the blob's name instead. His thoughts then drifted to the realization that he was next to a corpse. The man seemed thoroughly dead, with an arrow lodged in his back. Diego wasn't a stranger to death, but he wasn't exactly used to rotting corpses. He held his nose, deciding to have as little to do with the body as possible. Then, an inclination overtook him, and he rescinded his previous determination and riffled through the man's belongings. Diego knew he had no chance against these people, and that he was desperate. Hopefully, this corpse would hold something, anything that could help him.
Diego sighed, as he examined his loot. Some sort of potion, and a few arrow heads. The potion looked like some sort of strong alcohol, blood red colored. Diego put it in his pouch, deciding to drink it later when he probably would be in despair. The arrowheads seemed fairly useless, however. Diego picked one up and threw it. It spun in the air and chiped against the rock walls. The idea of a throwing weapon was promising, but Diego acknowledged that he wasn't exactly a skilled blade thrower.
"... However, I've never been skilled at anything, really." He muttered to himself, an idea forming. "Everything I have achieved was due to creative air manipulation." Mentally, he created the airdrill on his forefinger. Then, he halved the size, and created another drill around his thumb. He smiled. "Yes... my power is not great, but it's uses are endless." He moved his fingers close together, the two drills spinning in opposite directions. With his other hand, he placed an arrowhead between these two rotations. The two drills pulled violently on it, and like a bullet, the arrowhead shot forward and lodged into the wall. Diego was fairly happy, now. With this, he had some way of defending himself. Even better, it was like everything else in his arsenal: silent, quick and deadly.
Diego frowned at what he had heard. First, he had heard, and even seen, a pillar of flames shoot up into the roof. Mentally, Diego made note never to approach Konka Rar. Second, it appeared that woman, Dr. Anarchy, knew where he was. Third, and most pressing, he could not find the meat monster. Then, he heard a small squelch, but not from a direction he would have liked. Uneasily, he glanced backwards into the cave.
"Please, oh please, don't be a meatball monster down there..."
Of course, Diego knew his tiny plea was worthless. Facts were facts. Listening further, the meat monster was definitely down there. Unhappily, Diego moved out of the cave, and walked around it, towards it's back. Hopefully, he could hide here for a decent amount of time... His attention shifted to Dr. Anarchy. She was most troubling, considering she knew where he was. If she had any way to judge abilities or strength, he'd undoubtedly on the lower end of that scale and an ideal target. Still, there was some hope here. She had asked, out loud, who she was going to kill. Diego considered what he knew about her. She seemed to be... insane, or at least somewhat of a fool. A slight whisper could hopefully direct her violence elsewhere...
In her own voice, Dr. Anarchy heard, almost inaudibly, a whisper that said only one thing: "the dead one." It was subtle enough that she did not question it's source, and assumed it was a thought of her own.
Diego hoped that would be enough, and resumed his meditative eavesdropping. He had whispered Konka Rar, because the undead cyborg had already shown itself to be extremely dangerous. With any luck, Dr. Anarchy would kill the corpse, and Diego would have one less troubling monster to worry about. Thinking about monsters, his thoughts drifted to the two utter nonhumans, Ekelhaft and Gormand. He had honestly no clue how he'd deal with them. Someone else would have to do the job... Diego had a sudden pang of regret, and wished he had whispered the blob's name instead. His thoughts then drifted to the realization that he was next to a corpse. The man seemed thoroughly dead, with an arrow lodged in his back. Diego wasn't a stranger to death, but he wasn't exactly used to rotting corpses. He held his nose, deciding to have as little to do with the body as possible. Then, an inclination overtook him, and he rescinded his previous determination and riffled through the man's belongings. Diego knew he had no chance against these people, and that he was desperate. Hopefully, this corpse would hold something, anything that could help him.
Diego sighed, as he examined his loot. Some sort of potion, and a few arrow heads. The potion looked like some sort of strong alcohol, blood red colored. Diego put it in his pouch, deciding to drink it later when he probably would be in despair. The arrowheads seemed fairly useless, however. Diego picked one up and threw it. It spun in the air and chiped against the rock walls. The idea of a throwing weapon was promising, but Diego acknowledged that he wasn't exactly a skilled blade thrower.
"... However, I've never been skilled at anything, really." He muttered to himself, an idea forming. "Everything I have achieved was due to creative air manipulation." Mentally, he created the airdrill on his forefinger. Then, he halved the size, and created another drill around his thumb. He smiled. "Yes... my power is not great, but it's uses are endless." He moved his fingers close together, the two drills spinning in opposite directions. With his other hand, he placed an arrowhead between these two rotations. The two drills pulled violently on it, and like a bullet, the arrowhead shot forward and lodged into the wall. Diego was fairly happy, now. With this, he had some way of defending himself. Even better, it was like everything else in his arsenal: silent, quick and deadly.