Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-15-2009, 03:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit rolled to the side and swung the Godgun back into his hand. then, he realized that Itzal was standing too close to the wall, and shooting so low would be dangerous. He recognized his opponent though, and let his mouth run like usual, while drawing a pistol.
"You Know! I had come up with the perfect game, but we can't play it anymore!"
"I don't care, this is not the place or time for games. Stop your nonsense."
Itzal flung a dagger and hopped to the side, putting a slight protrusion between itself and Whit. The dagger lodged itself in Whit's coat, but the weakened Itzal could not throw it with enough force to go any further.
"I agree, I agree, but I'm not playing either. Well, maybe I am, but I'm playing for my life!"
Whit was slightly distracted by the dagger, but was reassured by the fact it hadn't damaged him. He held the pistol in the direction of Itzal, but had not fired. Something about it's action seemed off. It was usually... more grand then this. He thought back to what Grimm had said, about the sapping property of the rocks. Then, he realized what situation Itzal was in.
"Hah, You're always playing around too! Too bad, you've played yourself into the same place I am... literally."
A slightly wild grin drew over Whit's face.
"What do you mean?"
Itzal was uneasy; he had expected to deal with Whit quickly and efficiently, but something about him was different. He was more active, more prepared, mentally and physically. That jacket of his, it was trouble, and somehow, he had laid hands on extra weapons. Itzal was sure it could still deal with him normally, but the fact was that Itzal wasn't anywhere near top form. It decided to keep the conversation going, and readied a flashbang.
Whit drew all the information he knew about Itzal forth. it was a trickster, it used illusions, and it had a particular flair- Whit made a few connections. The fireworks from before, the flash earlier, were probably all this person. He raised his arm, just in case Itzal threw something else at him, and talked more.
"Look, the fog. It's fast. I'm not going to be able to reach the top before it reaches me. And... I don't think you will either."
Whit's smile vanished. He was entirely serious now. He pointed the gun back to the point, 10 meters above him.
"I'm changing the definition of the top. Do you really want to stop me?"
48m, both of them.
fog:42m
(holy shit that rose fast.)
Spoiler
Whit rolled to the side and swung the Godgun back into his hand. then, he realized that Itzal was standing too close to the wall, and shooting so low would be dangerous. He recognized his opponent though, and let his mouth run like usual, while drawing a pistol.
"You Know! I had come up with the perfect game, but we can't play it anymore!"
"I don't care, this is not the place or time for games. Stop your nonsense."
Itzal flung a dagger and hopped to the side, putting a slight protrusion between itself and Whit. The dagger lodged itself in Whit's coat, but the weakened Itzal could not throw it with enough force to go any further.
"I agree, I agree, but I'm not playing either. Well, maybe I am, but I'm playing for my life!"
Whit was slightly distracted by the dagger, but was reassured by the fact it hadn't damaged him. He held the pistol in the direction of Itzal, but had not fired. Something about it's action seemed off. It was usually... more grand then this. He thought back to what Grimm had said, about the sapping property of the rocks. Then, he realized what situation Itzal was in.
"Hah, You're always playing around too! Too bad, you've played yourself into the same place I am... literally."
A slightly wild grin drew over Whit's face.
"What do you mean?"
Itzal was uneasy; he had expected to deal with Whit quickly and efficiently, but something about him was different. He was more active, more prepared, mentally and physically. That jacket of his, it was trouble, and somehow, he had laid hands on extra weapons. Itzal was sure it could still deal with him normally, but the fact was that Itzal wasn't anywhere near top form. It decided to keep the conversation going, and readied a flashbang.
Whit drew all the information he knew about Itzal forth. it was a trickster, it used illusions, and it had a particular flair- Whit made a few connections. The fireworks from before, the flash earlier, were probably all this person. He raised his arm, just in case Itzal threw something else at him, and talked more.
"Look, the fog. It's fast. I'm not going to be able to reach the top before it reaches me. And... I don't think you will either."
Whit's smile vanished. He was entirely serious now. He pointed the gun back to the point, 10 meters above him.
"I'm changing the definition of the top. Do you really want to stop me?"
48m, both of them.
fog:42m
(holy shit that rose fast.)