Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-24-2009, 12:40 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
thundering crashes sounded outside, But Whit was calm. Calmer than he should be, he knew. Was he really so obsessed with the possibility of a Noah? He looked around; it was dark, save for a light coming through a few windows. He stepped forward and heard a crunch. At his feet was a box. After picking it up, Whit realized it was a matchbox. He lit one and put the rest in his coat, unconciously. He lit a torch on the wall, which was slightly bent out of place, the wax leaking off. The room became brighter, and Whit looked around again. It was a large room, segmented into other rooms, with nothing but a table to his left- suddenly he saw something previously obscured by darkness. He stared... It was disturbing, but it made him calm. His stare was met by a shattered skeleton laying in the corner. Whit's heart was slowly beating. Somehow, he felt no worry, no fear, not even aprehension. He reached into the pile of bones and drew forth the Skull. Upon touching it, Whit's mind cleared completely, and all his stress left him.
"so... You're Noah huh? Not looking so good... It doesn't even look like you were alive in the first place.", Whit commented.
A skull... The ideas flew around inside Whit's clear head, but ultimately he concluded that here was nothing definite he could conclude about the nature of a life. It could be that the gods couldn't do it, or that they simply wanted to play a joke. The irony of a Noah here without the life to interact with... Whit could see the humor, the twisted humor in that.
Whit thought about the skull a bit more. It was making him extremely calm, he realized, and suddenly he remembered the crashes outside. They had stopped... Whatever was causing them must have stopped needing to go through it's obstacles.
He found a string and quickly tied up the skull and hung it over his neck. This was probably another gift that fate, luck had given him. This time, Whit even knew what it did- it calmed people in it's range. It was esspscially relieving for Whit, who's nerves had been on edge for the last several hours. He supposed that this was used to keep all of the animals from killing eachother. However, he hadn't felt it's effect until he had gotten much closer than most animals probably were to it. He guessed that it's effect was diminished by his constant thought, which overrid his instincts. It probably affected animals, things not obsessed with thinking, better. He pondered his next action, with a clear head. He could leave... But no, he had the greatest advantage indoors. Suddenly, he heard another crash, this time closer. He retreated to the corner of the room, prepared for anything.
thundering crashes sounded outside, But Whit was calm. Calmer than he should be, he knew. Was he really so obsessed with the possibility of a Noah? He looked around; it was dark, save for a light coming through a few windows. He stepped forward and heard a crunch. At his feet was a box. After picking it up, Whit realized it was a matchbox. He lit one and put the rest in his coat, unconciously. He lit a torch on the wall, which was slightly bent out of place, the wax leaking off. The room became brighter, and Whit looked around again. It was a large room, segmented into other rooms, with nothing but a table to his left- suddenly he saw something previously obscured by darkness. He stared... It was disturbing, but it made him calm. His stare was met by a shattered skeleton laying in the corner. Whit's heart was slowly beating. Somehow, he felt no worry, no fear, not even aprehension. He reached into the pile of bones and drew forth the Skull. Upon touching it, Whit's mind cleared completely, and all his stress left him.
"so... You're Noah huh? Not looking so good... It doesn't even look like you were alive in the first place.", Whit commented.
A skull... The ideas flew around inside Whit's clear head, but ultimately he concluded that here was nothing definite he could conclude about the nature of a life. It could be that the gods couldn't do it, or that they simply wanted to play a joke. The irony of a Noah here without the life to interact with... Whit could see the humor, the twisted humor in that.
Whit thought about the skull a bit more. It was making him extremely calm, he realized, and suddenly he remembered the crashes outside. They had stopped... Whatever was causing them must have stopped needing to go through it's obstacles.
He found a string and quickly tied up the skull and hung it over his neck. This was probably another gift that fate, luck had given him. This time, Whit even knew what it did- it calmed people in it's range. It was esspscially relieving for Whit, who's nerves had been on edge for the last several hours. He supposed that this was used to keep all of the animals from killing eachother. However, he hadn't felt it's effect until he had gotten much closer than most animals probably were to it. He guessed that it's effect was diminished by his constant thought, which overrid his instincts. It probably affected animals, things not obsessed with thinking, better. He pondered his next action, with a clear head. He could leave... But no, he had the greatest advantage indoors. Suddenly, he heard another crash, this time closer. He retreated to the corner of the room, prepared for anything.