Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
10-17-2010, 10:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Gormand slowly plodded across the field. Decomposing, while a useful defensive mechanism, always left him feeling mildly hungover. He’d lost a good chunk of his terraformed meal, but had still managed to keep a significant portion of mass from being lost to the blast wwwwwhatthehellwasthat
Shattered fragments of an iron bar gouged through the top of the meatball, instantly frying his eye as charged metal tore through soft flesh. He staggered, oozing pink slop as his body worked to repair itself once more. This place was really becoming a nuisance, and the sooner he was gone, the better. Of course, there was only one way to leave…
Diego Red was highest on his mental hit-list, second to the neigh-indestructible Ekelhaft. As the blob had been split by the explosion and they were still in this despicable park, he could only assume it still wasn’t dead. So it fell to the Earworm to act as the exit strategy. Of course, he could be anywhere, and Gormand was not feeling terribly patient what with this residual headache from the electrical shock and residual hangover.
Konka Rar would be the most helpful – he’d shown initiative in fighting the slime, and likely had methods of detecting life via either his magical school or technological enhancements. Perhaps he could trace Mr. Red via his magical signature or something similar. Hoss was the next most likely candidate; he’d shown incredible abilities with all his technological enhancements, and probably had some form of tracking mechanism. Of course, he’d not been the most stable-minded individual, and appeared rather distracted as of late… Konka Rar seemed the better choice.
Then the Lich decided to set everything on fire, so Gormand took the second option.
The cyborg shone like a beacon in the glow of the blazing field. At the very least, the flames had scoured away the tall grass, so reaching the robot wasn’t as difficult as it might’ve been. On the other hand, Gormand was becoming rather overcooked in the heat, and the smoke was more than a little irritating. Hoss’ faux flesh had been seared away again, but the metal man didn’t seem to notice. In fact he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts again, muttering something to himself, and completely failed to notice the meatball until he was prodded several times in the shoulder. Hoss looked up with a start.
“If you’re quite done doing nothing…”
“Why am I breathing?”
Gormand blinked, caught off-guard by the question. “Is that really important right now?”
“If I’m breathing, then I have lungs. I shouldn’t have lungs when did I get lungs how did I get lungs I shouldn’t have lungs everything is on fire and I’m breathing in all this smoke that can’t be good for the lungs that I shouldn’t have dammit”
All this chatter was making Gormand rather annoyed. He’d disintegrated, been electrocuted, set on fire, and blinded by smoke. On top of that, he did not want to have to comfort a panicked machine, let alone anyone ever. He wanted to be done with the park as quickly as possible, and Hoss was not making that at all easy. At this point he was tempted to just off the cyborg and be done with it.
He settled for a slap across the face.
“Snap out of it! We need to find Diego Red as quickly as possible.”
Hoss rubbed where he’d been smacked, though his metal skull was of course unharmed. He seemed to consider something before solemnly nodding. The tyrant stood, and stared off into space before turing to his companion.
“Isn’t being on fire uncomfortable?”
Gormand groaned, his desire to once again slap the machine rising. “Just lead the way, will you?”
Gormand slowly plodded across the field. Decomposing, while a useful defensive mechanism, always left him feeling mildly hungover. He’d lost a good chunk of his terraformed meal, but had still managed to keep a significant portion of mass from being lost to the blast wwwwwhatthehellwasthat
Shattered fragments of an iron bar gouged through the top of the meatball, instantly frying his eye as charged metal tore through soft flesh. He staggered, oozing pink slop as his body worked to repair itself once more. This place was really becoming a nuisance, and the sooner he was gone, the better. Of course, there was only one way to leave…
Diego Red was highest on his mental hit-list, second to the neigh-indestructible Ekelhaft. As the blob had been split by the explosion and they were still in this despicable park, he could only assume it still wasn’t dead. So it fell to the Earworm to act as the exit strategy. Of course, he could be anywhere, and Gormand was not feeling terribly patient what with this residual headache from the electrical shock and residual hangover.
Konka Rar would be the most helpful – he’d shown initiative in fighting the slime, and likely had methods of detecting life via either his magical school or technological enhancements. Perhaps he could trace Mr. Red via his magical signature or something similar. Hoss was the next most likely candidate; he’d shown incredible abilities with all his technological enhancements, and probably had some form of tracking mechanism. Of course, he’d not been the most stable-minded individual, and appeared rather distracted as of late… Konka Rar seemed the better choice.
Then the Lich decided to set everything on fire, so Gormand took the second option.
The cyborg shone like a beacon in the glow of the blazing field. At the very least, the flames had scoured away the tall grass, so reaching the robot wasn’t as difficult as it might’ve been. On the other hand, Gormand was becoming rather overcooked in the heat, and the smoke was more than a little irritating. Hoss’ faux flesh had been seared away again, but the metal man didn’t seem to notice. In fact he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts again, muttering something to himself, and completely failed to notice the meatball until he was prodded several times in the shoulder. Hoss looked up with a start.
“If you’re quite done doing nothing…”
“Why am I breathing?”
Gormand blinked, caught off-guard by the question. “Is that really important right now?”
“If I’m breathing, then I have lungs. I shouldn’t have lungs when did I get lungs how did I get lungs I shouldn’t have lungs everything is on fire and I’m breathing in all this smoke that can’t be good for the lungs that I shouldn’t have dammit”
All this chatter was making Gormand rather annoyed. He’d disintegrated, been electrocuted, set on fire, and blinded by smoke. On top of that, he did not want to have to comfort a panicked machine, let alone anyone ever. He wanted to be done with the park as quickly as possible, and Hoss was not making that at all easy. At this point he was tempted to just off the cyborg and be done with it.
He settled for a slap across the face.
“Snap out of it! We need to find Diego Red as quickly as possible.”
Hoss rubbed where he’d been smacked, though his metal skull was of course unharmed. He seemed to consider something before solemnly nodding. The tyrant stood, and stared off into space before turing to his companion.
“Isn’t being on fire uncomfortable?”
Gormand groaned, his desire to once again slap the machine rising. “Just lead the way, will you?”