Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 4: Small 50s Town]
06-15-2011, 08:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Throughout the competition Ziirphael had been losing things, slowly but surely; his immortality, his composure, his dignity, and now his free will. Though he did not mind the opportunity to work with Rar to bring down The Cultivator he could not help but imagine how events might play out. Konka seemed to be fixed upon destroying Ekelhaft; no small task. Perhaps by the time that they had finally eliminated the avatar of entropy all that would be left would be the lich and him. And then where would he stand? Konka claimed to wish to fight The Cultivator, but he had shown remarkably little enthusiasm in terms of actually going after her. Perhaps if in the end it was him and the Lich he would simply decide to kill Ziirphael and be done with the competition. It was not acceptable to be bound to the control of another, even one who shared his goals. Though that said there did not seem much that could be done about it at the moment. He would do as the Lich bade him for now, and see about reclaiming his will later.
“If I am being honest,” Ziirphael began hesitantly, “they resemble spaceships from old B Movies.” He paused and glimpsed the dour expression that had somehow managed to make itself known on Rar’s immobile face; informing him that the lich had no concept of a B Movie. “Silly works of fiction involving creatures from other planets coming down to enslave or destroy the human race; except apparently not so silly, or so fictional, here.” Konka looked thoughtful.
“I presume they are dangerous.” He said.
“Undoubtedly,” Ziirphael replied, “their weapons and spaceships even more so. If we could get hold of them for ourselves it would be helpful in taking down The Cultivator.” Ziirphael mused. “Obviously taking her body is no longer possible, so a full out assault with the best weaponry we can find is probably our best option.”
“Is that all you can think about?” Konka asked. “Can you not tell we have more pressing concerns? Such as competitors who are actively trying to kill us? I doubt that ignoring our problems and launching another half-cocked attack on The Cultivator will help us in any way.”
“If you weren’t so stubborn then I would be the Cultivator right now.” Ziirphael snapped.
“Be quiet!” Konka retorted. “If I need your input I will ask for it.” Ziirphael fumed silently, finding himself unable to speak. Somewhat impotent, he attempted to vent his rage by tearing a headstone from the ground and throwing it against the church wall where it shattered uselessly.
“Stop that.” Konka said irritably. “Do you know what your problem is Ziirphael?” He paused. “You are a slave to your emotions. You let them rule you. You will never have your revenge while you are blinded by hate. Step back and channel that rage only when necessary. I command it.” The magic binding Ziir to Konka’s will only interpreted this command as far as step back, which Ziirphael did only literally.
“Though your intent to attack The Cultivator again is reckless perhaps the core of your idea can be salvaged.” Konka mused. “These weapons would perhaps give us an edge on Ekelhaft…” He turned to Ziirphael, who was now leaning indignantly upon a headstone. “Form some wings and take us up there.” Ziirphael gave Konka a mock salute, and dutifully applied his corpses’ blood to himself. Moments later, two wings of bone and blood and muscle sprouted from his back, slicing through this body’s mouldy jacket. Beating his grim wings, he reached out and took hold of the lich as he ascended into the skies above the town.
Throughout the competition Ziirphael had been losing things, slowly but surely; his immortality, his composure, his dignity, and now his free will. Though he did not mind the opportunity to work with Rar to bring down The Cultivator he could not help but imagine how events might play out. Konka seemed to be fixed upon destroying Ekelhaft; no small task. Perhaps by the time that they had finally eliminated the avatar of entropy all that would be left would be the lich and him. And then where would he stand? Konka claimed to wish to fight The Cultivator, but he had shown remarkably little enthusiasm in terms of actually going after her. Perhaps if in the end it was him and the Lich he would simply decide to kill Ziirphael and be done with the competition. It was not acceptable to be bound to the control of another, even one who shared his goals. Though that said there did not seem much that could be done about it at the moment. He would do as the Lich bade him for now, and see about reclaiming his will later.
“If I am being honest,” Ziirphael began hesitantly, “they resemble spaceships from old B Movies.” He paused and glimpsed the dour expression that had somehow managed to make itself known on Rar’s immobile face; informing him that the lich had no concept of a B Movie. “Silly works of fiction involving creatures from other planets coming down to enslave or destroy the human race; except apparently not so silly, or so fictional, here.” Konka looked thoughtful.
“I presume they are dangerous.” He said.
“Undoubtedly,” Ziirphael replied, “their weapons and spaceships even more so. If we could get hold of them for ourselves it would be helpful in taking down The Cultivator.” Ziirphael mused. “Obviously taking her body is no longer possible, so a full out assault with the best weaponry we can find is probably our best option.”
“Is that all you can think about?” Konka asked. “Can you not tell we have more pressing concerns? Such as competitors who are actively trying to kill us? I doubt that ignoring our problems and launching another half-cocked attack on The Cultivator will help us in any way.”
“If you weren’t so stubborn then I would be the Cultivator right now.” Ziirphael snapped.
“Be quiet!” Konka retorted. “If I need your input I will ask for it.” Ziirphael fumed silently, finding himself unable to speak. Somewhat impotent, he attempted to vent his rage by tearing a headstone from the ground and throwing it against the church wall where it shattered uselessly.
“Stop that.” Konka said irritably. “Do you know what your problem is Ziirphael?” He paused. “You are a slave to your emotions. You let them rule you. You will never have your revenge while you are blinded by hate. Step back and channel that rage only when necessary. I command it.” The magic binding Ziir to Konka’s will only interpreted this command as far as step back, which Ziirphael did only literally.
“Though your intent to attack The Cultivator again is reckless perhaps the core of your idea can be salvaged.” Konka mused. “These weapons would perhaps give us an edge on Ekelhaft…” He turned to Ziirphael, who was now leaning indignantly upon a headstone. “Form some wings and take us up there.” Ziirphael gave Konka a mock salute, and dutifully applied his corpses’ blood to himself. Moments later, two wings of bone and blood and muscle sprouted from his back, slicing through this body’s mouldy jacket. Beating his grim wings, he reached out and took hold of the lich as he ascended into the skies above the town.
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