Re: DEATHGAME 9000 [S!3] Round One: Gamexus X99
05-13-2012, 01:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Keagan's instincts and casual habit had wielded an accurate hypothesis when he assumed their world to be composed of video games. Ezio had informed them of this, which had confused the young boy at first. Their worlds were corrupted in many separate ways, they were told, which caused a lot of them to collide and integrate. Many worlds had become “hubworlds” as such, places where the influx of wandering characters were much stronger than anywhere else. He offered to show them to one as an apology for nearly killing Keagan, but asked if they were looking for any specific kind of place. Jolene had been the one to come up with an idea.
“Some of our acquaintances have ended up in a large stadium where fights between characters, I hope you don't mind the term,” Ezio shook his head politely, so she moved on “fight each other for some kind of grand prize.”
“That would be the GAS Arena, unless this Amazing has started branching off into some new material. It shouldn't take long to get there if we leave soon.”
Keagan briefly wondered whether it had been Ezio's skills or his own bad eyesight that had allowed the assassin to vanish quite so quickly. He decided it to be a little from both columns and tried to size up the crowd with his glasses now back on his face. The numbers really were staggering.
He turned his head back round to study the vet. He didn't get the whole princess thing her companion was making a fuss about but her shape vaguely resembled the blur he had seen during their last encounter. The memory of one fact that The Amazing had managed to say about Trisha gave him the compulsion to interrupt the current conversation.
“Is your name really Bearonrollerblades?”
“Yes.” Was all the reply that he got.
“He just got my name wrong, you see. Called me Kevin.”
“Is it just coincidence that we happened to meet here? You two didn't look surprised to see me at all.”
Ah. Trisha had caught on faster than Keagan had anticipated. So she really was as smart as she dressed.
“Call it intuition.”
And there's goes Jolene's wit again, oh boy, she wasn't going to be making many friends at this rate. Keagan busied himself by feigning interest in the Old West looking man sitting nearby, all grit and scars, while the girls sized each other up. This eventually seemed too mundane for Trish as she quickly lost interest and changed the topic.
“There's something that you ought to know about this world-”
“That we're in video games, yeah we guessed”
Keagan nearly asked about the 'we', though that would just make an issue out of it. He passed it off as a Team Thing.
“So what happened to the others?”
“They left, one way or another. Something came up when the young girl died.”
“Wait, someone died already?” Keagan asked in shock, immediately ready to take the blame for not stopping it when a contradicting thought brought him back to his senses, “then how come none of us have seen that orange guy? I thought this thing moved on after one of us died.”
Trisha shrugged it off as some kind of video game death that didn't count but also did. The train of thought just gave Keagan a headache.
“Hey kid, sorry to interrupt but can I ask you something?”
Keagan turned to view the gruff voice addressing him. It belonged to a massive, heavily armoured man that looked like he'd been to hell and back. Behind him was another man of the same overly muscular build who was having some kind of stare off with anyone overly interested in him, almost asking them to give him an excuse.
“I'm looking for this woman,” He slipped a small photo out of his chestplate and held it for Keagan to see, depicting the man's face next to a reasonably pretty woman, “She's my wife, only she's been missing for a while. I'm trying to find her.”
Keagan looked back at Jolene for any indication of what he should do, but she just shrugged. He honestly hadn't seen the woman in any case, so he just said so.
“I see.” he sighed, replacing the photo with an almost mechanical process. “Damn it, I can't believe these places exist. How am I supposed to find her when we aren't even on Saia anymore?”
This question seemed more towards his friend, as said friend quickly placed a hand on his shoulder and led him away, trying to give him encouragement all the while. It opened Keagan's eyes to a few things. It seemed not every character could get over the truth of this place. Their idea of what had been real had crumbled, and in that poor man's eyes, Keagan had seen back-to-the-wall desperation. Did he even know he was just some data and graphics? And if he did, would he stop his chase?
“I hate this place”, he decided that it was just too sad a thought to take up, maybe more innocent characters just went along with it because they weren't able to think any other way.
“We'll get out eventually. Just a matter of time.”
Keagan knew she was sugar-coating the death part with that statement, but his attention was diverted when he saw a very strange man marching up the steps towards them. His hair was styled, his abs open to the public and his smile oh so very self flattering.
The man was a ponce, Keagan decided at that moment, and if he met a woman dumb enough to be interested in that kind of guy he knew he would probably barf.
Keagan's instincts and casual habit had wielded an accurate hypothesis when he assumed their world to be composed of video games. Ezio had informed them of this, which had confused the young boy at first. Their worlds were corrupted in many separate ways, they were told, which caused a lot of them to collide and integrate. Many worlds had become “hubworlds” as such, places where the influx of wandering characters were much stronger than anywhere else. He offered to show them to one as an apology for nearly killing Keagan, but asked if they were looking for any specific kind of place. Jolene had been the one to come up with an idea.
“Some of our acquaintances have ended up in a large stadium where fights between characters, I hope you don't mind the term,” Ezio shook his head politely, so she moved on “fight each other for some kind of grand prize.”
“That would be the GAS Arena, unless this Amazing has started branching off into some new material. It shouldn't take long to get there if we leave soon.”
Keagan briefly wondered whether it had been Ezio's skills or his own bad eyesight that had allowed the assassin to vanish quite so quickly. He decided it to be a little from both columns and tried to size up the crowd with his glasses now back on his face. The numbers really were staggering.
He turned his head back round to study the vet. He didn't get the whole princess thing her companion was making a fuss about but her shape vaguely resembled the blur he had seen during their last encounter. The memory of one fact that The Amazing had managed to say about Trisha gave him the compulsion to interrupt the current conversation.
“Is your name really Bearonrollerblades?”
“Yes.” Was all the reply that he got.
“He just got my name wrong, you see. Called me Kevin.”
“Is it just coincidence that we happened to meet here? You two didn't look surprised to see me at all.”
Ah. Trisha had caught on faster than Keagan had anticipated. So she really was as smart as she dressed.
“Call it intuition.”
And there's goes Jolene's wit again, oh boy, she wasn't going to be making many friends at this rate. Keagan busied himself by feigning interest in the Old West looking man sitting nearby, all grit and scars, while the girls sized each other up. This eventually seemed too mundane for Trish as she quickly lost interest and changed the topic.
“There's something that you ought to know about this world-”
“That we're in video games, yeah we guessed”
Keagan nearly asked about the 'we', though that would just make an issue out of it. He passed it off as a Team Thing.
“So what happened to the others?”
“They left, one way or another. Something came up when the young girl died.”
“Wait, someone died already?” Keagan asked in shock, immediately ready to take the blame for not stopping it when a contradicting thought brought him back to his senses, “then how come none of us have seen that orange guy? I thought this thing moved on after one of us died.”
Trisha shrugged it off as some kind of video game death that didn't count but also did. The train of thought just gave Keagan a headache.
“Hey kid, sorry to interrupt but can I ask you something?”
Keagan turned to view the gruff voice addressing him. It belonged to a massive, heavily armoured man that looked like he'd been to hell and back. Behind him was another man of the same overly muscular build who was having some kind of stare off with anyone overly interested in him, almost asking them to give him an excuse.
“I'm looking for this woman,” He slipped a small photo out of his chestplate and held it for Keagan to see, depicting the man's face next to a reasonably pretty woman, “She's my wife, only she's been missing for a while. I'm trying to find her.”
Keagan looked back at Jolene for any indication of what he should do, but she just shrugged. He honestly hadn't seen the woman in any case, so he just said so.
“I see.” he sighed, replacing the photo with an almost mechanical process. “Damn it, I can't believe these places exist. How am I supposed to find her when we aren't even on Saia anymore?”
This question seemed more towards his friend, as said friend quickly placed a hand on his shoulder and led him away, trying to give him encouragement all the while. It opened Keagan's eyes to a few things. It seemed not every character could get over the truth of this place. Their idea of what had been real had crumbled, and in that poor man's eyes, Keagan had seen back-to-the-wall desperation. Did he even know he was just some data and graphics? And if he did, would he stop his chase?
“I hate this place”, he decided that it was just too sad a thought to take up, maybe more innocent characters just went along with it because they weren't able to think any other way.
“We'll get out eventually. Just a matter of time.”
Keagan knew she was sugar-coating the death part with that statement, but his attention was diverted when he saw a very strange man marching up the steps towards them. His hair was styled, his abs open to the public and his smile oh so very self flattering.
The man was a ponce, Keagan decided at that moment, and if he met a woman dumb enough to be interested in that kind of guy he knew he would probably barf.