Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-12-2010, 12:33 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Again with the laughing. It was stranger now, though... Whit re entered the castle. It seemed that all of the others, or at least Zeke and Itzal, were above him. It seemed that for now, all the fun was upstairs... Whit decided that he'd go downstairs. It was plausible that in a huge place like the dungeon, another artistic tool would reside. Why was he so eager to find things? Well, once again, he had been removed from his comfort zone... Certainly, his luck would sustain him, but...
"but you need to grab every advantage you can. This stage is not quite a raw battle, but a contest of imagination."
Yes, that reason. Once again, he wasn't quite sure where the words came from, but it didn't matter. He was going to seek out another tool, because, well, he could. As fate dictated, he was probably alone on the bottom of the castle- and there was obviously a purpose behind that fate. Clearly, he was being led to find something he needed to find.
Descending into the dungeon, he found... Suprisingly few cells. It was certainly large enough, though. He quickly glanced through all of them and found nothing of interest. But really, that couldn't be! Why would fate lead him to nothing? Maybe there was some other purpose for being here- maybe to simply know this place, for future reference, because it would be needed...
"no, it makes sense for at least something to be down here. It would be a waste of space otherwise, and the god wouldn't have taken the time to draw it."
Again, it was that indeterminable voice. The skull, Noah's voice.
Whit grabbed the skull and faced it towards him.
"Tell me then... Tell me what kind of fate exists down here."
Whit recieved no answer... Then, a glint caught his eye. It was in the far corner of the dungeon, a lightless corner... He inspected it and drew forth a strange vial. The top detached, revealing a brush dipped in white ink...
"White out."
Whit had To laugh a little. Another erasing tool... Well, it suited him. He was a man who would make anything bet disappear... And, well, in this game, they had all bet their lives. Whit didn't expect to really kill them with Whiteout, but certainly, it would... Help. How exactly, he wasn't entirely sure. He would leave that up to luck.
"So, Whiteout. You could probably use this to destroy perspective. Remember how the god drew the castle, and gave it dimension in one stroke? Well, Whiteout would be able to eraser the stroke completely..."
Whit frowned at the skull that may or may not have been talking and thought. It did make sense... Yes... It was something he didn't need to allow fate to manipulate... But still.
Again with the laughing. It was stranger now, though... Whit re entered the castle. It seemed that all of the others, or at least Zeke and Itzal, were above him. It seemed that for now, all the fun was upstairs... Whit decided that he'd go downstairs. It was plausible that in a huge place like the dungeon, another artistic tool would reside. Why was he so eager to find things? Well, once again, he had been removed from his comfort zone... Certainly, his luck would sustain him, but...
"but you need to grab every advantage you can. This stage is not quite a raw battle, but a contest of imagination."
Yes, that reason. Once again, he wasn't quite sure where the words came from, but it didn't matter. He was going to seek out another tool, because, well, he could. As fate dictated, he was probably alone on the bottom of the castle- and there was obviously a purpose behind that fate. Clearly, he was being led to find something he needed to find.
Descending into the dungeon, he found... Suprisingly few cells. It was certainly large enough, though. He quickly glanced through all of them and found nothing of interest. But really, that couldn't be! Why would fate lead him to nothing? Maybe there was some other purpose for being here- maybe to simply know this place, for future reference, because it would be needed...
"no, it makes sense for at least something to be down here. It would be a waste of space otherwise, and the god wouldn't have taken the time to draw it."
Again, it was that indeterminable voice. The skull, Noah's voice.
Whit grabbed the skull and faced it towards him.
"Tell me then... Tell me what kind of fate exists down here."
Whit recieved no answer... Then, a glint caught his eye. It was in the far corner of the dungeon, a lightless corner... He inspected it and drew forth a strange vial. The top detached, revealing a brush dipped in white ink...
"White out."
Whit had To laugh a little. Another erasing tool... Well, it suited him. He was a man who would make anything bet disappear... And, well, in this game, they had all bet their lives. Whit didn't expect to really kill them with Whiteout, but certainly, it would... Help. How exactly, he wasn't entirely sure. He would leave that up to luck.
"So, Whiteout. You could probably use this to destroy perspective. Remember how the god drew the castle, and gave it dimension in one stroke? Well, Whiteout would be able to eraser the stroke completely..."
Whit frowned at the skull that may or may not have been talking and thought. It did make sense... Yes... It was something he didn't need to allow fate to manipulate... But still.