Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
03-10-2010, 08:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Gormand watched Konka Rar wander off into the cave after Diego. The 'Earworm.' Still don't know what that's about... Calm, meanwhile, had taken initiative and was warily approaching the downed machine. "What," intoned the meatball forcefully, yet quietly as to avoid echoes, "do you think you're doing?" Calm, taking a moment to realize this was directed at him, continued his advance. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"Weren't you paying attention? I'm finishing him off before he does the same to me."[/background:3vgj4ilo] In only a few strides, Gormand was in front of the demon, blocking his path and staring at him inquisitively.
"Why?"
Calm returned the stare with one implying the pastabeast was out of his mind. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"Are you out of your mind?! Have you seen the state of this room? This blood,"[/background:3vgj4ilo] cried Calm, stooping to scrape a sample of the crimson fluid from the ground, [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"is still fresh! I don't think letting him live is such a good idea!"[/background:3vgj4ilo] Calm, becoming increasingly incredulous, attempted to go around the massive ball of meat, but was stopped by a wounded arm striking him lightly in the chest. "One could say that about the rest of us, couldn't they?" A thick, pinkish, foul-smelling slime oozed from the wound. "This cut was your doing. I do not appreciate my so-called 'allies' attempting to strike me down." Gormand removed his arm as he realized Calm would probably lop it off if he held it there any longer. "But that is what will happen sooner or later, isn't it?"
Hoss glanced over at the demon, grinning weakly. [background=silver:3vgj4ilo]"I don't think he trusts you."[/background:3vgj4ilo] Gormand snorted, stepping away from the pair. "How perceptive." Calm, Gormand was sure, was wondering whether or not he and the machine were in cahoots. "But why should I trust any of you? I'm sure you both have plans for once you win." He gestured towards the soldier of hell. "Enlighten me, please." Calm threw his hands in the air. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"This is ridiculous! We should be killing him right now, not-"[/background:3vgj4ilo] Gormand began chuckling. "I thought you didn't trust gods. But you're willing to obey the Cultivator?" The demon attempted to find a rebuttal, and failed. Gormand turned around, gaze flipping between his competition. "I don't care what it is you've planned for the future. Know only this." Gormand glared angrily, though the anger was directed neither at Calm nor Hoss.
"That woman promised nothing to the victor."
Gormand swiveled to face the stairs, ennui setting in as he walked away. "But go ahead. Kill each other. See what good comes of it."
Gormand watched Konka Rar wander off into the cave after Diego. The 'Earworm.' Still don't know what that's about... Calm, meanwhile, had taken initiative and was warily approaching the downed machine. "What," intoned the meatball forcefully, yet quietly as to avoid echoes, "do you think you're doing?" Calm, taking a moment to realize this was directed at him, continued his advance. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"Weren't you paying attention? I'm finishing him off before he does the same to me."[/background:3vgj4ilo] In only a few strides, Gormand was in front of the demon, blocking his path and staring at him inquisitively.
"Why?"
Calm returned the stare with one implying the pastabeast was out of his mind. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"Are you out of your mind?! Have you seen the state of this room? This blood,"[/background:3vgj4ilo] cried Calm, stooping to scrape a sample of the crimson fluid from the ground, [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"is still fresh! I don't think letting him live is such a good idea!"[/background:3vgj4ilo] Calm, becoming increasingly incredulous, attempted to go around the massive ball of meat, but was stopped by a wounded arm striking him lightly in the chest. "One could say that about the rest of us, couldn't they?" A thick, pinkish, foul-smelling slime oozed from the wound. "This cut was your doing. I do not appreciate my so-called 'allies' attempting to strike me down." Gormand removed his arm as he realized Calm would probably lop it off if he held it there any longer. "But that is what will happen sooner or later, isn't it?"
Hoss glanced over at the demon, grinning weakly. [background=silver:3vgj4ilo]"I don't think he trusts you."[/background:3vgj4ilo] Gormand snorted, stepping away from the pair. "How perceptive." Calm, Gormand was sure, was wondering whether or not he and the machine were in cahoots. "But why should I trust any of you? I'm sure you both have plans for once you win." He gestured towards the soldier of hell. "Enlighten me, please." Calm threw his hands in the air. [background=black:3vgj4ilo]"This is ridiculous! We should be killing him right now, not-"[/background:3vgj4ilo] Gormand began chuckling. "I thought you didn't trust gods. But you're willing to obey the Cultivator?" The demon attempted to find a rebuttal, and failed. Gormand turned around, gaze flipping between his competition. "I don't care what it is you've planned for the future. Know only this." Gormand glared angrily, though the anger was directed neither at Calm nor Hoss.
"That woman promised nothing to the victor."
Gormand swiveled to face the stairs, ennui setting in as he walked away. "But go ahead. Kill each other. See what good comes of it."