Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
05-31-2010, 12:39 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Try as he might to focus, Diego's attention was scattered. One part of him was dedicated to obsessing over his regrets up to this point- how he should have been the one to kill Calm, how he'd had many chances to do something, but wasn't confident enough to take them, how as of now, there was not a single instance, a single event or mark that scarred this plane of reality, that screamed "Diego Red was here." He anguished over how inconcequental he had been, dedicate. A large section of thought to that anguish, even though he knew that doing so only hindered his progress.
Progress on what, exactly? He had spent several minutes eyeballing the screens, and had only been able to make out certain figures, possibly the faceless one and the lich, blurred by the shoddy cameras. It was information, and information was power, but was it progress? Did it help him get closer to killing them?
No. Not much at all.
Diego was painfully aware now, after being thrown around by inversions of gravity and having witnessed the birth and death of a sun, that his abilities were neigh useless in comparison to that of his targets. While he could gather information and do a little trickery fairly well, it was exceedingly obvious that the best he could hope for was convincing the others to kill each other, as Diego had no way to commit the murders himself. At this point none of his enemies were even strictly mortal- Diego had little confidence that brutally violating their ears would absolutely do the job. He leaned over on the desk, emotionally deflated.
"Haaaah... Calm was probably my last chance to actually do my damned signiture." He muttered to himself as he glanced back at the screens, eyes gravitating back to the employee section and the strange shape.
"Wait, this is supposed to be just a park..." Diego suddenly remembered the lackadasical Cultivator mentioning. Diego squinted, suddenly unsure of why there was an employee section, or the room that he was in. Although he wasn't from the same relative time, Diego's common sense told him that a simple park for frolicing pets had no need for constant watch, or any employees of any kind. And another thing- the fences in a few screens seemed too thick, too sturdy to just define the park's outlines. Something wasn't quite right.
Diego was feeling the excitement again, the feeling of thoughts flowing in a uniform, cohesive direction. He pushed the ideas that his actions were useless to the back of his head and forced himself to think.
Another thing occured to him- that this place also must have had some sort of history, that the current state of the park was not something that naturally occured. This had been a dog park, else the woman wouldn't have mentioned that being the case- but it's current state suggested a deviation from the idea of a park.
Something had happened.
Diego thought he knew what might have been the cause, too. Shifting his focus to the screen with the figure in it again, he noticed the figure was no longer there.
Panic seized Diego. Instantly, he spread his air sense as far as it would stay sensitive and held still, just waiting to feel something move inside his range with no plans on what to do afterwards.
Try as he might to focus, Diego's attention was scattered. One part of him was dedicated to obsessing over his regrets up to this point- how he should have been the one to kill Calm, how he'd had many chances to do something, but wasn't confident enough to take them, how as of now, there was not a single instance, a single event or mark that scarred this plane of reality, that screamed "Diego Red was here." He anguished over how inconcequental he had been, dedicate. A large section of thought to that anguish, even though he knew that doing so only hindered his progress.
Progress on what, exactly? He had spent several minutes eyeballing the screens, and had only been able to make out certain figures, possibly the faceless one and the lich, blurred by the shoddy cameras. It was information, and information was power, but was it progress? Did it help him get closer to killing them?
No. Not much at all.
Diego was painfully aware now, after being thrown around by inversions of gravity and having witnessed the birth and death of a sun, that his abilities were neigh useless in comparison to that of his targets. While he could gather information and do a little trickery fairly well, it was exceedingly obvious that the best he could hope for was convincing the others to kill each other, as Diego had no way to commit the murders himself. At this point none of his enemies were even strictly mortal- Diego had little confidence that brutally violating their ears would absolutely do the job. He leaned over on the desk, emotionally deflated.
"Haaaah... Calm was probably my last chance to actually do my damned signiture." He muttered to himself as he glanced back at the screens, eyes gravitating back to the employee section and the strange shape.
"Wait, this is supposed to be just a park..." Diego suddenly remembered the lackadasical Cultivator mentioning. Diego squinted, suddenly unsure of why there was an employee section, or the room that he was in. Although he wasn't from the same relative time, Diego's common sense told him that a simple park for frolicing pets had no need for constant watch, or any employees of any kind. And another thing- the fences in a few screens seemed too thick, too sturdy to just define the park's outlines. Something wasn't quite right.
Diego was feeling the excitement again, the feeling of thoughts flowing in a uniform, cohesive direction. He pushed the ideas that his actions were useless to the back of his head and forced himself to think.
Another thing occured to him- that this place also must have had some sort of history, that the current state of the park was not something that naturally occured. This had been a dog park, else the woman wouldn't have mentioned that being the case- but it's current state suggested a deviation from the idea of a park.
Something had happened.
Diego thought he knew what might have been the cause, too. Shifting his focus to the screen with the figure in it again, he noticed the figure was no longer there.
Panic seized Diego. Instantly, he spread his air sense as far as it would stay sensitive and held still, just waiting to feel something move inside his range with no plans on what to do afterwards.