Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 2: Giant's House]
05-12-2010, 08:43 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
Hoss moves quietly across the ground, navigating through blood, intestines, and smoldering embers falling from the blazing roof above him. The flaming ceiling forms a solid wall of roiling fire, giving the appearance, at this scale, of an entire sky set alight. Mixed with the smoke and infrared emissions is again that faint neutrino trace. Hoss momentarily contemplates its ghostly presence; it is as if something unseen is reacting with the universe as he knows it, its only manifestation being those wisps of ghostly particles. Hoss cannot yet discern a pattern in the emissions, and has no chance to before they disappear, replaced by the booming voice of the trapped God, seeming to direct itself towards Konka Rar.
Hoss had nearly forgotten about the trapped Gods. While the contestants were too quickly removed from the previous arena to free its god, here, it seems, they have a chance.
Of more significance is the Giant's magical abilities; considering the Giant's head formed a prison for a deity, it is likely his sorcerous abilities find their source in the divine.
In fact... perhaps such gods are the source of all magic? Given there were no supernatural entities nor magical energies in Hoss's universe, perhaps a god is required for magic to work at all? If so, what would happen if he set out to eliminate the gods of each round as quickly as possible?
As Hoss dwells upon the one mystery to this competition whose solution yet eludes him, the detection grid wired into the Giant's nervous system begins to relay data. Hoss briefly glances behind, to see the Giant's corpse lurch to unlife. Hoss delegates the stream of data to secondary processors, designed specifically to crunch numbers, ensuring his external sensors operate at maximum output for his hunt.
Several seconds later, one sensor in particular registers an incredibly powerful blast of neutrinos, along with... something else. As he picks his way through shards of glass at the edge of a smashed lighting fixture, Hoss considers the source of this blast. It had come from a very special type of sensor, meant to remain inside the Giant's brain, or at least very near. Enough were still in place so as to not contravene their purpose, but it was still troubling. Had Konka Rar discovered them? If so, would he be able to descry their purpose? Hoss has no doubt the cybernetic lich would quickly understand their source, but their purpose... perhaps not. Just as well, since the detection grid within the Giant does more than just detect. As with all of Hoss's "gifts", this too is laced to his advantage.
Movement catches his ocular implants, and with it is accompanied an odd sensation; almost a prickling in the back of his mind.
Before him, one of Gormand's scouts is being devoured by a slice of insanity.
No, that's not right... Hoss recalibrates his ocular sensors, and the indescribable, gaping maw of madness becomes... becomes? The green blob was always the green blob. Hoss has no time to puzzle over the unnecessary calibration and strange train of thought, as he is already moving.
Synthetic left arm reformed to its gravity blade configuration, gyroscopes fully active, kinetic barriers primed and ready, a nearly full-power Hand of Silver rockets towards his adversary. Though a mere offshoot of the main mass, Hoss will take no chances against any piece of Ekelhaft.
Hoss moves quietly across the ground, navigating through blood, intestines, and smoldering embers falling from the blazing roof above him. The flaming ceiling forms a solid wall of roiling fire, giving the appearance, at this scale, of an entire sky set alight. Mixed with the smoke and infrared emissions is again that faint neutrino trace. Hoss momentarily contemplates its ghostly presence; it is as if something unseen is reacting with the universe as he knows it, its only manifestation being those wisps of ghostly particles. Hoss cannot yet discern a pattern in the emissions, and has no chance to before they disappear, replaced by the booming voice of the trapped God, seeming to direct itself towards Konka Rar.
Hoss had nearly forgotten about the trapped Gods. While the contestants were too quickly removed from the previous arena to free its god, here, it seems, they have a chance.
Of more significance is the Giant's magical abilities; considering the Giant's head formed a prison for a deity, it is likely his sorcerous abilities find their source in the divine.
In fact... perhaps such gods are the source of all magic? Given there were no supernatural entities nor magical energies in Hoss's universe, perhaps a god is required for magic to work at all? If so, what would happen if he set out to eliminate the gods of each round as quickly as possible?
As Hoss dwells upon the one mystery to this competition whose solution yet eludes him, the detection grid wired into the Giant's nervous system begins to relay data. Hoss briefly glances behind, to see the Giant's corpse lurch to unlife. Hoss delegates the stream of data to secondary processors, designed specifically to crunch numbers, ensuring his external sensors operate at maximum output for his hunt.
Several seconds later, one sensor in particular registers an incredibly powerful blast of neutrinos, along with... something else. As he picks his way through shards of glass at the edge of a smashed lighting fixture, Hoss considers the source of this blast. It had come from a very special type of sensor, meant to remain inside the Giant's brain, or at least very near. Enough were still in place so as to not contravene their purpose, but it was still troubling. Had Konka Rar discovered them? If so, would he be able to descry their purpose? Hoss has no doubt the cybernetic lich would quickly understand their source, but their purpose... perhaps not. Just as well, since the detection grid within the Giant does more than just detect. As with all of Hoss's "gifts", this too is laced to his advantage.
Movement catches his ocular implants, and with it is accompanied an odd sensation; almost a prickling in the back of his mind.
Before him, one of Gormand's scouts is being devoured by a slice of insanity.
No, that's not right... Hoss recalibrates his ocular sensors, and the indescribable, gaping maw of madness becomes... becomes? The green blob was always the green blob. Hoss has no time to puzzle over the unnecessary calibration and strange train of thought, as he is already moving.
Synthetic left arm reformed to its gravity blade configuration, gyroscopes fully active, kinetic barriers primed and ready, a nearly full-power Hand of Silver rockets towards his adversary. Though a mere offshoot of the main mass, Hoss will take no chances against any piece of Ekelhaft.