Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
03-02-2010, 04:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Time slowed and then completely stopped.
Eventually, the form of The Cultivator faded into view. "...I guess I should have expected as much from an ancient god of death. How silly of me~ This is a lesson for the future: do research!" The woman looked almost the same but had pencils behind both ears and a notepad that already had many scribblings on it. There were a few more pencils apparently tangled and lost in her hair.
"But really, that's a problem now, isn't it?" Again, she employed the annoying habit of asking questions to those who couldn't even respond. "Because then you have a big advantage. A very unfair advantage. I mean, seriously, nobody can kill you like this, huh?"
She stood and twirled a pencil absent-mindedly before apparently stumbling upon an idea. She pointed the eraser end at Ziir (or...Hank?) and as she moved the pencil in a wide arc, the again-bodiless Ziir was drawn out slowly, reluctantly, following the path she made in the air until finally she pointed at Ziir's old, battered body and he found himself inhabiting it once more. Time moved again. The Cultivator was gone, but her voice lingered.
"Sorry, Ziiry! You gotta get used to being mortal now~" Disoriented, Ziir felt a tingling sensation on his arm. When he pulled back his bloody sleeve, he saw a strange marking that looked red-hot before it cooled to a dull black. "I learned this in the, ah, Rightrain Sector? Something like that! I'd never thought I'd use it! Ha!"
Time slowed and then completely stopped.
Eventually, the form of The Cultivator faded into view. "...I guess I should have expected as much from an ancient god of death. How silly of me~ This is a lesson for the future: do research!" The woman looked almost the same but had pencils behind both ears and a notepad that already had many scribblings on it. There were a few more pencils apparently tangled and lost in her hair.
"But really, that's a problem now, isn't it?" Again, she employed the annoying habit of asking questions to those who couldn't even respond. "Because then you have a big advantage. A very unfair advantage. I mean, seriously, nobody can kill you like this, huh?"
She stood and twirled a pencil absent-mindedly before apparently stumbling upon an idea. She pointed the eraser end at Ziir (or...Hank?) and as she moved the pencil in a wide arc, the again-bodiless Ziir was drawn out slowly, reluctantly, following the path she made in the air until finally she pointed at Ziir's old, battered body and he found himself inhabiting it once more. Time moved again. The Cultivator was gone, but her voice lingered.
"Sorry, Ziiry! You gotta get used to being mortal now~" Disoriented, Ziir felt a tingling sensation on his arm. When he pulled back his bloody sleeve, he saw a strange marking that looked red-hot before it cooled to a dull black. "I learned this in the, ah, Rightrain Sector? Something like that! I'd never thought I'd use it! Ha!"