Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
03-28-2010, 02:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
"...Alright then. What do you need?"
"Ekelhaft. Dead."
Hoss pauses for a moment, becoming still in a way nothing organic ever could. In an abrupt motion, he briefly touches his brow, as if to tentatively massage a mental wound.
"... and what makes you think I am best suited for this task?"
"It has demonstrated the futility of any close-range attacks, as, apparently, its mere proximity is enough to break minds. Which rules me out." Gormand wiggles a noodle, and one can almost make out a humorless smile forming in his meat.
Hoss shifts his attentions to the skeleton, though it is more sensed than seen, given the uniformity of his pupilless eyes.
"It also appears to suppress my not inconsiderable magical powers. Through my somewhat more extensive combat experience with the slime, I have observed its vulnerability to more mundane, technology-based attacks. Given your obvious mechanical inclinations, we have concluded you may be better suited to the task of its suppression."
Hoss snorts at the mention of "mechanical"; a purely artificial sound, delivered for the sole purpose of derision.
"After one billion years of constant self-improvement, I find the implication that I am merely mechanical to be somewhat insulting. But I take your meaning. I shall do as you ask."
Hoss does not mention that he, too, would prefer the destructive slime gone as well; he cannot risk another episode, and he cannot risk losing a sense of bargaining power in this discussion.
He glances upwards over his shoulder.
"... however, I must first ensure that I am able to comply. There is an exceptionally potent power source waiting for me at the top of this... mountain. Give me a few minutes once I reach the top. I shall return shortly."
As he turns his back on Konka Rar and Gormand, the lich moves to protest, but a thick arm of pasta stops him. Hoss begins his journey upwards, and when Konka Rar is convinced he is out of earshot, he speaks.
"I do not like the concept of him acquiring more power. He has already demonstrated a potent inclination towards carnage."
"Which is why we need him. I also have not yet seen him use any ranged attacks; perhaps he is currently unable, without access to that power source he mentioned. This will benefit us."
Konka Rar considers. True, the only ranged attack he has seen Hoss use was through his temporary thrall, and not from Hoss directly. Still...
"He will betray us."
"I know."
Gormand moves his single eye upwards; purely for superficial purposes of course, but the gesture is clear. Watch him closely.
"...Alright then. What do you need?"
"Ekelhaft. Dead."
Hoss pauses for a moment, becoming still in a way nothing organic ever could. In an abrupt motion, he briefly touches his brow, as if to tentatively massage a mental wound.
"... and what makes you think I am best suited for this task?"
"It has demonstrated the futility of any close-range attacks, as, apparently, its mere proximity is enough to break minds. Which rules me out." Gormand wiggles a noodle, and one can almost make out a humorless smile forming in his meat.
Hoss shifts his attentions to the skeleton, though it is more sensed than seen, given the uniformity of his pupilless eyes.
"It also appears to suppress my not inconsiderable magical powers. Through my somewhat more extensive combat experience with the slime, I have observed its vulnerability to more mundane, technology-based attacks. Given your obvious mechanical inclinations, we have concluded you may be better suited to the task of its suppression."
Hoss snorts at the mention of "mechanical"; a purely artificial sound, delivered for the sole purpose of derision.
"After one billion years of constant self-improvement, I find the implication that I am merely mechanical to be somewhat insulting. But I take your meaning. I shall do as you ask."
Hoss does not mention that he, too, would prefer the destructive slime gone as well; he cannot risk another episode, and he cannot risk losing a sense of bargaining power in this discussion.
He glances upwards over his shoulder.
"... however, I must first ensure that I am able to comply. There is an exceptionally potent power source waiting for me at the top of this... mountain. Give me a few minutes once I reach the top. I shall return shortly."
As he turns his back on Konka Rar and Gormand, the lich moves to protest, but a thick arm of pasta stops him. Hoss begins his journey upwards, and when Konka Rar is convinced he is out of earshot, he speaks.
"I do not like the concept of him acquiring more power. He has already demonstrated a potent inclination towards carnage."
"Which is why we need him. I also have not yet seen him use any ranged attacks; perhaps he is currently unable, without access to that power source he mentioned. This will benefit us."
Konka Rar considers. True, the only ranged attack he has seen Hoss use was through his temporary thrall, and not from Hoss directly. Still...
"He will betray us."
"I know."
Gormand moves his single eye upwards; purely for superficial purposes of course, but the gesture is clear. Watch him closely.