Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-12-2009, 09:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
An unnatural darkness caught Whit's eye- it was Grimm, the thing he helped. He pressed himself again the wall, and slid to the side, towards the flying shadow. It would be easy to shoot Grimm right now, Whit knew. He gripped the godgun. He could easily shoot Grimm, right now. Even if his attack wasn't fatal, he could easily slip inside and avoid detection. But... No, he didn't want to, yet. The shadow owed him, and seemed to have some sort of honor code. Whit could... Use him, later. Still, Whit's own lack of action bothered him. He wanted to make a move, to press his enemies- but instead, he was biding his time and scheming fruitlessly. Sure, having plans was good, but Whit knew that he thought better, sharper, clearly when he was forced to. He was tired of wasting time, being a boring spectator- he wanted to throw himself in the center of it all, and come out on top. Still, as impulsive as he felt, Whit held onto clairity. He wouldn't be able to win here just because he was lucky. Whit continued to climb, pretending not to notice Grimm.
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An unnatural darkness caught Whit's eye- it was Grimm, the thing he helped. He pressed himself again the wall, and slid to the side, towards the flying shadow. It would be easy to shoot Grimm right now, Whit knew. He gripped the godgun. He could easily shoot Grimm, right now. Even if his attack wasn't fatal, he could easily slip inside and avoid detection. But... No, he didn't want to, yet. The shadow owed him, and seemed to have some sort of honor code. Whit could... Use him, later. Still, Whit's own lack of action bothered him. He wanted to make a move, to press his enemies- but instead, he was biding his time and scheming fruitlessly. Sure, having plans was good, but Whit knew that he thought better, sharper, clearly when he was forced to. He was tired of wasting time, being a boring spectator- he wanted to throw himself in the center of it all, and come out on top. Still, as impulsive as he felt, Whit held onto clairity. He wouldn't be able to win here just because he was lucky. Whit continued to climb, pretending not to notice Grimm.
39m