Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-06-2009, 08:03 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
In the unknown void between worlds:
"Kekeke, it looks like my little bird has had it's wings clipped"
Mike's creator, a goddess known as "Eda", watches the young boy with keen interest.
"You all have such interesting little subjects. That Zeke there, he's definitely the type of creature that could finally end my little monster's life..."
Eda conjures up an instrument. A violin, to be exact.
She begins to play a sad little lullay, humming to herself, while down below, Mike struggles to regain the use of his body to escape the deadly fog.
"N- Not like this... I waited too long to die at *cough* at the hands of some fucking fog. Not yet.. Need. more. time..."
Mike's body finally becomes limp, and he passes out.
this causes a commotion between the other Entities.
"Settle down, fellow creators. This battle is far from over.
This boy won't die from such meagre wounds. No, he's far too tenacious. That's why I chose him to be my vessal. I planted the seeds, those Vectors you have witnessed.
The boy himself is worth nothing to me. No human is. I grow tired of watching their pitiful lives. That's why I chose him, to test the power of this strain os Psychokinesis. It works, oh yes, I have seen that. I'm surprised the boy is doing so well. I made those vectors kill his own family, you know..."
Eda suddenly stops playing music, and looks down her her instrument with distaste.
"Ugh" She groans, destroying it, "Such a prissy little thing."
She concentrates further, creating a newer, electrical violin, complete with working amplifier.
"Ahh, much better"
She applies the bow to the strings, and immedietly the schreech souds out, and yet she continues playing the same song, a distressing new take on the peaceful lullaby.
"Take this violin. Mike's mind is very similer, and yet he used to be like that simple wooden piece of crap. He created this alter ego to cope with the pain, to shift the blame. But it doesn't matter. The vector's are a more powerful part of him than even he himself is. they make the decisions, they choose how to fight. Wether he lives or dies, is all up to them. Watch, my fellow entities, with Mike temporarily out of the picture you will witness my vision for the end of my simple world"
Their gaze falls upon the prone figure, not moving, as the fog slowly attempts to enshroud him.
A twitch, small, but definitely there. Then, an arm, translucent, but different. Red streaks flowed through it, like veins. Then another, similer arm. They reached out, and slammed into the small ledge next to the boy's body. They lifted him up, one arm keeping him airborne, the other reaching for the wall to ascend.
The witnessed the climb of the fallen madman. Up above, Zeke and Whit stared at each other, ready to attack should one of them make an aggresive move. Zeke noticed it first, the steadily rising colours of the arms, and the ragged boy dragged behind.
Whit pondered what had took the ninja's attention, quickly thought of shooting him down, but risked a glance down. He stared in amazement as Mike's body was pulled higher than his own, all while the boy slept through his journey.
"Alas, this is a rarity. If only he wasn't such a weakling, I could get more ammusement out of this battle."
Whit and Zeke watched the vectors lift Mike, until he disapeared the was dragged through a tunnel and out of site.
40M, inbetween.
In the unknown void between worlds:
"Kekeke, it looks like my little bird has had it's wings clipped"
Mike's creator, a goddess known as "Eda", watches the young boy with keen interest.
"You all have such interesting little subjects. That Zeke there, he's definitely the type of creature that could finally end my little monster's life..."
Eda conjures up an instrument. A violin, to be exact.
She begins to play a sad little lullay, humming to herself, while down below, Mike struggles to regain the use of his body to escape the deadly fog.
"N- Not like this... I waited too long to die at *cough* at the hands of some fucking fog. Not yet.. Need. more. time..."
Mike's body finally becomes limp, and he passes out.
this causes a commotion between the other Entities.
"Settle down, fellow creators. This battle is far from over.
This boy won't die from such meagre wounds. No, he's far too tenacious. That's why I chose him to be my vessal. I planted the seeds, those Vectors you have witnessed.
The boy himself is worth nothing to me. No human is. I grow tired of watching their pitiful lives. That's why I chose him, to test the power of this strain os Psychokinesis. It works, oh yes, I have seen that. I'm surprised the boy is doing so well. I made those vectors kill his own family, you know..."
Eda suddenly stops playing music, and looks down her her instrument with distaste.
"Ugh" She groans, destroying it, "Such a prissy little thing."
She concentrates further, creating a newer, electrical violin, complete with working amplifier.
"Ahh, much better"
She applies the bow to the strings, and immedietly the schreech souds out, and yet she continues playing the same song, a distressing new take on the peaceful lullaby.
"Take this violin. Mike's mind is very similer, and yet he used to be like that simple wooden piece of crap. He created this alter ego to cope with the pain, to shift the blame. But it doesn't matter. The vector's are a more powerful part of him than even he himself is. they make the decisions, they choose how to fight. Wether he lives or dies, is all up to them. Watch, my fellow entities, with Mike temporarily out of the picture you will witness my vision for the end of my simple world"
Their gaze falls upon the prone figure, not moving, as the fog slowly attempts to enshroud him.
A twitch, small, but definitely there. Then, an arm, translucent, but different. Red streaks flowed through it, like veins. Then another, similer arm. They reached out, and slammed into the small ledge next to the boy's body. They lifted him up, one arm keeping him airborne, the other reaching for the wall to ascend.
The witnessed the climb of the fallen madman. Up above, Zeke and Whit stared at each other, ready to attack should one of them make an aggresive move. Zeke noticed it first, the steadily rising colours of the arms, and the ragged boy dragged behind.
Whit pondered what had took the ninja's attention, quickly thought of shooting him down, but risked a glance down. He stared in amazement as Mike's body was pulled higher than his own, all while the boy slept through his journey.
"Alas, this is a rarity. If only he wasn't such a weakling, I could get more ammusement out of this battle."
Whit and Zeke watched the vectors lift Mike, until he disapeared the was dragged through a tunnel and out of site.
40M, inbetween.