Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
05-05-2010, 10:53 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Diego bit his thumb. He felt like he was boiling, emitting plumes and ready to explode. Honestly, he had never felt this way before. Still, he already hated it. Intuitively, he knew why he was burning- everything had been progressively ruined. No, Diego hadn't been wrong! He had chances to kill and took them. Certainly, he was greedy, trying to hard... But he wasn't wrong to do so. In every situation, things were in his favor- the chances were worth taking. But, they all failed. Everything, somehow, failed. He had never failed, not once, before, but here, everything he tried so easily fell apart, resulted in nothing. And, if nothing he did had results, did he even matter? Was there anything that knew who he was, what he could do? Diego's entire existence was being constrained, forced to simmer inside himself.
He gripped his hand. It shook and tightened a little, expressing its killing reflex. "Not now," Diego told it- his hand's target was long gone.
"I... Need to start again." Diego told himself. Focusing again, he extended his range, eavesdropping on everyone. Although he intended to listen, his focus was scattered, and he could not make out any entire conversations. Still, even in his current, lackluster state, he could pick out important details- namely, that the giant's brain was intact.
Diego pulled himself together, cooling off. That's right... He still had one outlet for his existence, one more plan he had put into play. The fake god, in the giant's brain. It was still intact, still usable- but he was too far away. Diego scanned the distance. It was much to great for him to traverse, within even 30 minutes. If he was going to do anything, he'd have to do it from where he was. It was a heavy limitation, but Diego welcomed it, reveled in it. It wasn't the easy things that ever worked. Someone might have expected the easy thing, the obvious thing. It was the complicated, difficult thing that were least forseen. Limitations meant that no matter what he came up with, it would be one of those difficult things.
If Diego did it correctly, it would be easy enough to lead the lich into an earhole. But, then what? What could kill him? Truthfully, just about anything giant could- the problem would be making those giant things move, esspecially in a closed space such as an earhole. What would move in an earhole?
Diego answered his own question immediately- blood did. Of course it did. Every time he had murdered someone, blood bursted out. He had done it so many times that he essentially figured out why- pressure. Having such a large, but narrow opening allowed the blood to fly out quickly. It wasn't even difficult to make that happen- the ear just had to be breached hard enough and fast enough. If Diego could just convince Konka to do so, the lich would probably be crushed by the ejecting blood. Diego smiled at the thought.
Carefully, he loaded the current "god's" voice into his domain, and began speaking again, directed at the lich.
Diego bit his thumb. He felt like he was boiling, emitting plumes and ready to explode. Honestly, he had never felt this way before. Still, he already hated it. Intuitively, he knew why he was burning- everything had been progressively ruined. No, Diego hadn't been wrong! He had chances to kill and took them. Certainly, he was greedy, trying to hard... But he wasn't wrong to do so. In every situation, things were in his favor- the chances were worth taking. But, they all failed. Everything, somehow, failed. He had never failed, not once, before, but here, everything he tried so easily fell apart, resulted in nothing. And, if nothing he did had results, did he even matter? Was there anything that knew who he was, what he could do? Diego's entire existence was being constrained, forced to simmer inside himself.
He gripped his hand. It shook and tightened a little, expressing its killing reflex. "Not now," Diego told it- his hand's target was long gone.
"I... Need to start again." Diego told himself. Focusing again, he extended his range, eavesdropping on everyone. Although he intended to listen, his focus was scattered, and he could not make out any entire conversations. Still, even in his current, lackluster state, he could pick out important details- namely, that the giant's brain was intact.
Diego pulled himself together, cooling off. That's right... He still had one outlet for his existence, one more plan he had put into play. The fake god, in the giant's brain. It was still intact, still usable- but he was too far away. Diego scanned the distance. It was much to great for him to traverse, within even 30 minutes. If he was going to do anything, he'd have to do it from where he was. It was a heavy limitation, but Diego welcomed it, reveled in it. It wasn't the easy things that ever worked. Someone might have expected the easy thing, the obvious thing. It was the complicated, difficult thing that were least forseen. Limitations meant that no matter what he came up with, it would be one of those difficult things.
If Diego did it correctly, it would be easy enough to lead the lich into an earhole. But, then what? What could kill him? Truthfully, just about anything giant could- the problem would be making those giant things move, esspecially in a closed space such as an earhole. What would move in an earhole?
Diego answered his own question immediately- blood did. Of course it did. Every time he had murdered someone, blood bursted out. He had done it so many times that he essentially figured out why- pressure. Having such a large, but narrow opening allowed the blood to fly out quickly. It wasn't even difficult to make that happen- the ear just had to be breached hard enough and fast enough. If Diego could just convince Konka to do so, the lich would probably be crushed by the ejecting blood. Diego smiled at the thought.
Carefully, he loaded the current "god's" voice into his domain, and began speaking again, directed at the lich.