Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
03-12-2010, 08:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The searing blast had been uncomfortable but not dangerous through Ekelhaft's preparations; the plugs held fast and so little of its surface area had been exposed anyway that even had they not, the worst would have been slight scorching. After the explosion, the slime had opted to give itself and its scout some time to ensure there were no aftereffects or delayed blasts from the spell: the sound of voices and commotion was just about to draw Ekelhaft Jr out of the burrow when a searing light burst forth, filtering through the plugs and forcing the ooze's myriad pupils to contract to pinpoints; lacking eyelids, it simply withdrew its eyes into its bulk. For a very brief moment, there was a sensation of cold; it faded quickly, along with the light. A tentative peek revealed that the world was fading with the light.
As the void subsumed the afterlife, Cultivator's voice filled Ekelhaft's mind; it allowed itself an internal grin as her dulcet tones wove their way through his consciousness, and doubtless the minds of the other competitors. The slime bubbled happily as it absorbed her words and thought more about the opportunity she had given it; clearly insane, obviously powerful... The ooze didn't respect her, but it certainly liked her. It was a foreign concept for a being created to destroy and sow chaos, but Ekelhaft couldn't help being grateful to someone who gave it purpose again, who pulled it off of that empty planet with nothing left to destroy but itself.
It collected its thoughts as the world finished solidifying. The main body looked around: it was dark, but not the same darkness as the void; eyes dilating, it scanned the area. There was... Wood. Huge planks, forming a narrow passage. There was a source of light a ways away, a semicircular hole leading to... Well, who knew? Ekelhaft pressed its bulk against the slats that formed the walls, slowly oozing through, hoping to get a view of where it was before revealing itself; it was slow going, but there was Ekelhaft Jr in the meantime.
The smaller blob swiveled its only eye. It looked like it was... On the bottom of a table? A colossal one, the grain of which suggested the trees it came from were skyscraper-scale. Still, the slime didn't have much time to waste on examining the furniture; someone was moving below it.
It saw the cyborg touching the leg of the table, but the table's skirt prevented it from seeing much more. It slithered across the underside as Hoss began moving away, sliding down the skirt then hooking into the wood with its teeth. From its new position, it had a better view, unobstructed by the table: it spotted the cyborg walking towards another room, the lich performing more necromancy on a giant rodent, and the meat and the scholar watching the ritual. Neither the faceless man nor the satanic one was readily visible, but it was still a good position to watch from.
The searing blast had been uncomfortable but not dangerous through Ekelhaft's preparations; the plugs held fast and so little of its surface area had been exposed anyway that even had they not, the worst would have been slight scorching. After the explosion, the slime had opted to give itself and its scout some time to ensure there were no aftereffects or delayed blasts from the spell: the sound of voices and commotion was just about to draw Ekelhaft Jr out of the burrow when a searing light burst forth, filtering through the plugs and forcing the ooze's myriad pupils to contract to pinpoints; lacking eyelids, it simply withdrew its eyes into its bulk. For a very brief moment, there was a sensation of cold; it faded quickly, along with the light. A tentative peek revealed that the world was fading with the light.
As the void subsumed the afterlife, Cultivator's voice filled Ekelhaft's mind; it allowed itself an internal grin as her dulcet tones wove their way through his consciousness, and doubtless the minds of the other competitors. The slime bubbled happily as it absorbed her words and thought more about the opportunity she had given it; clearly insane, obviously powerful... The ooze didn't respect her, but it certainly liked her. It was a foreign concept for a being created to destroy and sow chaos, but Ekelhaft couldn't help being grateful to someone who gave it purpose again, who pulled it off of that empty planet with nothing left to destroy but itself.
It collected its thoughts as the world finished solidifying. The main body looked around: it was dark, but not the same darkness as the void; eyes dilating, it scanned the area. There was... Wood. Huge planks, forming a narrow passage. There was a source of light a ways away, a semicircular hole leading to... Well, who knew? Ekelhaft pressed its bulk against the slats that formed the walls, slowly oozing through, hoping to get a view of where it was before revealing itself; it was slow going, but there was Ekelhaft Jr in the meantime.
The smaller blob swiveled its only eye. It looked like it was... On the bottom of a table? A colossal one, the grain of which suggested the trees it came from were skyscraper-scale. Still, the slime didn't have much time to waste on examining the furniture; someone was moving below it.
It saw the cyborg touching the leg of the table, but the table's skirt prevented it from seeing much more. It slithered across the underside as Hoss began moving away, sliding down the skirt then hooking into the wood with its teeth. From its new position, it had a better view, unobstructed by the table: it spotted the cyborg walking towards another room, the lich performing more necromancy on a giant rodent, and the meat and the scholar watching the ritual. Neither the faceless man nor the satanic one was readily visible, but it was still a good position to watch from.