Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 4: Small 50s Town]
06-10-2011, 04:07 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
As he lacked a real face, Konka Rar's expressions were generally unreadable. Nevertheless, he managed to give off a strong impression of a scowl.
Not that Ziirphael noticed for more than a moment. He realized that Rar was unlikely to be pleased with having his body stolen and his mind searched.
"COME BACK HERE!" the lich shouted.
Come.
The word echoed through Albert Smith's body. Ziir found himself powerless to fight it. His body turned around and walked back towards the incensed cyborg mage.
Were he calmer, Konka might have been confused by this shift in tactics. As it was, he was content that one of his problems had become easier to solve. Too enraged to concentrate on a spell, or even operate his arm weaponry, he simply rushed towards the oncoming zombie and grabbed it by the throat with his cybernetic arm.
"Explain why I shouldn't crush you right now," he said. Regaining control of the situation had calmed him somewhat.
Explain.
The word couldn't be resisted. Unfortunately, Albert's mouth wasn't very cooperative.
"Give... me... order..." Ziir coughed. "I... obey."
This was enough to catch Rar's interest.
"Of course," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He put the reanimated corpse down. "You're in the body of a minion, under the control of my magic. It has to obey my commands, and that means you do as well."
He laughed.
"How fortunate. At last, I have an ally I can actually rely on. The only question is what task I should set you to. I suppose you could continue excavating the cemetary, but that hardly seems efficient now - I presume you retain your intelligence, after all, and I'm sure I have better uses for it than manual labor." His grin seemed to widen.
"Form a proper mouth for yourself," Rar grinned.
Form.
It was just one word, Ziir realized. He could make anything... but why bother? If he attacked Rar now, he'd just be ordered to stop.
Besides. The Cultivator was still the main problem. This new situation was inconvenient, but Rar was a powerful ally.
He headed off towards his old body, and used the blood to alter Albert's mouth so that it was actually usable.
"Done," he said. "I can talk as much as I need to."
Konka said nothing. His eyes were fixated on the strange ships that now filled the sky.
"What are those?" he asked his new minion.
As he lacked a real face, Konka Rar's expressions were generally unreadable. Nevertheless, he managed to give off a strong impression of a scowl.
Not that Ziirphael noticed for more than a moment. He realized that Rar was unlikely to be pleased with having his body stolen and his mind searched.
"COME BACK HERE!" the lich shouted.
Come.
The word echoed through Albert Smith's body. Ziir found himself powerless to fight it. His body turned around and walked back towards the incensed cyborg mage.
Were he calmer, Konka might have been confused by this shift in tactics. As it was, he was content that one of his problems had become easier to solve. Too enraged to concentrate on a spell, or even operate his arm weaponry, he simply rushed towards the oncoming zombie and grabbed it by the throat with his cybernetic arm.
"Explain why I shouldn't crush you right now," he said. Regaining control of the situation had calmed him somewhat.
Explain.
The word couldn't be resisted. Unfortunately, Albert's mouth wasn't very cooperative.
"Give... me... order..." Ziir coughed. "I... obey."
This was enough to catch Rar's interest.
"Of course," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He put the reanimated corpse down. "You're in the body of a minion, under the control of my magic. It has to obey my commands, and that means you do as well."
He laughed.
"How fortunate. At last, I have an ally I can actually rely on. The only question is what task I should set you to. I suppose you could continue excavating the cemetary, but that hardly seems efficient now - I presume you retain your intelligence, after all, and I'm sure I have better uses for it than manual labor." His grin seemed to widen.
"Form a proper mouth for yourself," Rar grinned.
Form.
It was just one word, Ziir realized. He could make anything... but why bother? If he attacked Rar now, he'd just be ordered to stop.
Besides. The Cultivator was still the main problem. This new situation was inconvenient, but Rar was a powerful ally.
He headed off towards his old body, and used the blood to alter Albert's mouth so that it was actually usable.
"Done," he said. "I can talk as much as I need to."
Konka said nothing. His eyes were fixated on the strange ships that now filled the sky.
"What are those?" he asked his new minion.
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