Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-10-2010, 01:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit heard Itzal's laughing. It was something he had come to expect from Itzal- it always had a gleeful glint in it's eye as it prepared to act. Right now, it had probably created something big. Whit wanted no part of it. He didn't think he needed to go meet up with his "ally" again, especially not if Itzal had something prepared. Whit was a gambler by trade, not a fool. He didn't walk into traps unless he knew how to turn it on it's head.
Instead, he left the castle through the front door. It wasn't safe, standing out in the open, but his fate would accomidate this much, Whit figured. He looked up again. What came after "GO"? Whit didn't want to believe it spelled "gods". That was too simple, too pointless for chance to manipulate. Still, he drew a blank. He fiddled with Noah's skull.
" I don't suppose you'd know?", he asked.
" maybe it happened so that the pen would be empty, so than it wouldn't be too incredible of a weapon so soon," the skull answered.
Whit blinked. The skull... It talked? If it had, who had responded? Noah? A dead man, or one never alive? Maybe... Whit's logic had grown loose over the battle royale. Perhaps it was himself, speaking words in the back of his mind. He pondered the occurance, but finally decided to stop thinking about it. It made no difference where the words came from, only that they were told to him. It was fate at work... But more directly than before.
"So, it was just so that the pen would run out of ink?", he asked nobody this time. "I suppose that's a worthy cause... But I still hoped it would be something grander."
He looked around, remembering where he was. The was a field in the distance... And... It was Zeke again. Whit was so familiar with seeing him in the distance he could recognize the silloete. He wasn't sure, but he figured Zeke saw him too. Whit fired his Godgun as their customary greeting and began moving backwards, to the castle.
Whit heard Itzal's laughing. It was something he had come to expect from Itzal- it always had a gleeful glint in it's eye as it prepared to act. Right now, it had probably created something big. Whit wanted no part of it. He didn't think he needed to go meet up with his "ally" again, especially not if Itzal had something prepared. Whit was a gambler by trade, not a fool. He didn't walk into traps unless he knew how to turn it on it's head.
Instead, he left the castle through the front door. It wasn't safe, standing out in the open, but his fate would accomidate this much, Whit figured. He looked up again. What came after "GO"? Whit didn't want to believe it spelled "gods". That was too simple, too pointless for chance to manipulate. Still, he drew a blank. He fiddled with Noah's skull.
" I don't suppose you'd know?", he asked.
" maybe it happened so that the pen would be empty, so than it wouldn't be too incredible of a weapon so soon," the skull answered.
Whit blinked. The skull... It talked? If it had, who had responded? Noah? A dead man, or one never alive? Maybe... Whit's logic had grown loose over the battle royale. Perhaps it was himself, speaking words in the back of his mind. He pondered the occurance, but finally decided to stop thinking about it. It made no difference where the words came from, only that they were told to him. It was fate at work... But more directly than before.
"So, it was just so that the pen would run out of ink?", he asked nobody this time. "I suppose that's a worthy cause... But I still hoped it would be something grander."
He looked around, remembering where he was. The was a field in the distance... And... It was Zeke again. Whit was so familiar with seeing him in the distance he could recognize the silloete. He wasn't sure, but he figured Zeke saw him too. Whit fired his Godgun as their customary greeting and began moving backwards, to the castle.