Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
03-11-2010, 06:07 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
Hoss is kneeling on a cold stone floor, which has, quite suddenly, become a cold wooden floor. The frozen monument to a madwoman's desperation yet lingers in his vision, her smile turning ghostly as it fades away. Her blood still drips from his blade.
He stands, retracting the blade back into his left arm, and considers his surroundings, mentally cursing once more. This predicament is all to similar to how he began the last round, only this time he is heavily wounded.
Energy reserves critical. Newmatter fabricators nearly empty; just barely enough to repair the gashes in his artificial skin, and, for vanity's sake, clothing. And no reactionable material in sight.
Worse still, he is in a house, which is unlikely to have the radioactive isotopes he requires, unless...
Hoss considers the his oversized surroundings more closely. Konka Rar and Diego appear to be occupied with boulder-sized mouse. Gormand, squelching ball of meat that he is, has stopped halfway between Hoss and the mouse group. Calm is standing nearby, holding that particularly interesting hellknife of his. Ziirphael and Ekelhaft are nowhere to be seen. A giant-sized table with four equally proportioned chairs aligned on its sides is to the left, and is Hoss's destination.
As he approaches a leg of one of the chairs, Hoss readies his silver hand for a deep molecular analysis of its material. Data begins to flow through Hoss's system as he places his palm against the surface. The results please him.
Hoss removes his hand from the chair leg, and begins to make his way towards what he assumes must be a kitchen. Clothing repaired from the previous round's damage, gloved hands in his coat pockets, a familiar saunter creeping back into his steps, Hoss again reflects, though with better humor, on how similar this round is to the previous. Again heavily damaged. Again with low energy reserves. And again, headed towards the nearest source of water.
Hoss is kneeling on a cold stone floor, which has, quite suddenly, become a cold wooden floor. The frozen monument to a madwoman's desperation yet lingers in his vision, her smile turning ghostly as it fades away. Her blood still drips from his blade.
He stands, retracting the blade back into his left arm, and considers his surroundings, mentally cursing once more. This predicament is all to similar to how he began the last round, only this time he is heavily wounded.
Energy reserves critical. Newmatter fabricators nearly empty; just barely enough to repair the gashes in his artificial skin, and, for vanity's sake, clothing. And no reactionable material in sight.
Worse still, he is in a house, which is unlikely to have the radioactive isotopes he requires, unless...
Hoss considers the his oversized surroundings more closely. Konka Rar and Diego appear to be occupied with boulder-sized mouse. Gormand, squelching ball of meat that he is, has stopped halfway between Hoss and the mouse group. Calm is standing nearby, holding that particularly interesting hellknife of his. Ziirphael and Ekelhaft are nowhere to be seen. A giant-sized table with four equally proportioned chairs aligned on its sides is to the left, and is Hoss's destination.
As he approaches a leg of one of the chairs, Hoss readies his silver hand for a deep molecular analysis of its material. Data begins to flow through Hoss's system as he places his palm against the surface. The results please him.
Hoss removes his hand from the chair leg, and begins to make his way towards what he assumes must be a kitchen. Clothing repaired from the previous round's damage, gloved hands in his coat pockets, a familiar saunter creeping back into his steps, Hoss again reflects, though with better humor, on how similar this round is to the previous. Again heavily damaged. Again with low energy reserves. And again, headed towards the nearest source of water.