Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-06-2009, 09:12 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit grinned to himself. The maniac was alive, meaning others might die. He could just sit back and- no, he wasn't going to sit back anymore. How could he possibly consider himself a winner if he didn't play until the last hand? Besides, Whit recalled, he joined out of his own vocation. He was partially tricked, probably, but that didn't change what he was looking for. He was here to win as much as he could, to touch his limits, and surpass them.
"Ill win this with my own hands... That's why I came, after all."
Zeke glared Whit's way one last time and moved on. Whit watched Zeke and Kobra pass by, head resting against the pulsating walls. The sound... Soothed him. He shut his eyes, and focused on himself. Although he didn't move, Whit was about to act. He knew they were too far away for his pistols, but... He had another option. he touched the godgun in his sleeve. They were both busy climbing... If he tried, He could blow them away. If they jumped off... Well, It would be all the better if they died in the fog, which Whit noticed had risen considerably. He psyched himself up mentally.
Ill do it... I'll do it. I'll win, just like this. They're right there, leaving themselves open. I can snatch away their existence right now. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll...
He thrust his body forward, off the wall, and clairity finally returned to him. If he fired his weapon, the place could collapse, easily. Their lives weren't worth risking his own. Still, though, it might not. The structure was large, and was some sort of magic. Even then though, falling rocks and such... Could be dangerous. Yet... He didn't feel like he'd be hurt. The rythmic pulsing of the walls reminded him of why he was here, in this bizarre situation. The other god, that brought him here, had said he was the luckiest man in the world. Now that he thought about it, it was probably true. His life was definitely blessed, considering how he wasn't dead yet, and was richer than a man should be. Even here, in the realm of gods, Whit had not encountered any real trouble. If fact, he had fortune so far; he had gained his coat and a few extra weapons, and a quality meal. Still, he wasnt going to be a fool just because he was lucky. If the tower colapsed, Whit knew that he could escape to the outside before anything fell. He stood up.
"Even this... I will survive. I am a lucky man, after all."
Whit kept his head down and gripped his godgun. He wanted to fire more than anything at the moment, to test his luck, his skill, his mind. He opened his eyes, and snapped his head and godgun up towards where he had seen Zeke and Kobra. They were gone. They probably had gone to the outside already, where it was easier to climb. Whit sighed, his tension releasing.
"...Next time..."
He said what he had said before... But this time, he knew he meant it.
He sat back down and continued to rest.
Whit grinned to himself. The maniac was alive, meaning others might die. He could just sit back and- no, he wasn't going to sit back anymore. How could he possibly consider himself a winner if he didn't play until the last hand? Besides, Whit recalled, he joined out of his own vocation. He was partially tricked, probably, but that didn't change what he was looking for. He was here to win as much as he could, to touch his limits, and surpass them.
"Ill win this with my own hands... That's why I came, after all."
Zeke glared Whit's way one last time and moved on. Whit watched Zeke and Kobra pass by, head resting against the pulsating walls. The sound... Soothed him. He shut his eyes, and focused on himself. Although he didn't move, Whit was about to act. He knew they were too far away for his pistols, but... He had another option. he touched the godgun in his sleeve. They were both busy climbing... If he tried, He could blow them away. If they jumped off... Well, It would be all the better if they died in the fog, which Whit noticed had risen considerably. He psyched himself up mentally.
Ill do it... I'll do it. I'll win, just like this. They're right there, leaving themselves open. I can snatch away their existence right now. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll...
He thrust his body forward, off the wall, and clairity finally returned to him. If he fired his weapon, the place could collapse, easily. Their lives weren't worth risking his own. Still, though, it might not. The structure was large, and was some sort of magic. Even then though, falling rocks and such... Could be dangerous. Yet... He didn't feel like he'd be hurt. The rythmic pulsing of the walls reminded him of why he was here, in this bizarre situation. The other god, that brought him here, had said he was the luckiest man in the world. Now that he thought about it, it was probably true. His life was definitely blessed, considering how he wasn't dead yet, and was richer than a man should be. Even here, in the realm of gods, Whit had not encountered any real trouble. If fact, he had fortune so far; he had gained his coat and a few extra weapons, and a quality meal. Still, he wasnt going to be a fool just because he was lucky. If the tower colapsed, Whit knew that he could escape to the outside before anything fell. He stood up.
"Even this... I will survive. I am a lucky man, after all."
Whit kept his head down and gripped his godgun. He wanted to fire more than anything at the moment, to test his luck, his skill, his mind. He opened his eyes, and snapped his head and godgun up towards where he had seen Zeke and Kobra. They were gone. They probably had gone to the outside already, where it was easier to climb. Whit sighed, his tension releasing.
"...Next time..."
He said what he had said before... But this time, he knew he meant it.
He sat back down and continued to rest.