Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-14-2010, 01:00 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit wandered aimlessly. He heardmuffled voices, maybe a gunshot, but really, he couldn't bring himself to care. In fact, he felt like he didn't care about anything, really. He was moving with fate guiding him. Anything was fine-
"Stop being a fool, are you kidding me? Remember that you've bet your life in this. You want to win. It's not fate. Fate isn't holding your hand, it rides on your back. You need to act before anything else follows." Again, the Skull talked. Whit was no longer bothering to doubt who talked to him- it was just the skull.
Indeed, the skull was probably right to some degree, Whit realized. He wasn't some kind of leaf in the wind- he was driven to know others and destroy them, completely and utterly. Still, It was worth thinking about now- What was the point of that drive? He had always avoided the thought, but now that he and the skull had adressed it so directly... The concept wouldn't leave his mind. He pondered, as he climbed stairs. A clear reason would not form. Yet, the desire to drive men to their limits and crush them was incredible, so strong that he could never even think of going against it! Perhaps it was simply because he hated others? No, he thought. He had always found it difficult to relate to people- because they did not hold his interest... Until he compete against them. It was easier to relate then-Whit knew his enemies better than anyone else he had met. Of course, he knew, that was because enemies hid nothing! Honestly, what was there to hide? To win was to destroy the opponent- every single action is a move towards that goal. Yes, enemies have an entirely honest relationship. Of course, it wasn't always quite so pure. In fact, Whit realized now, none of his relationships with enemies were quite pure. All of his enemies were held back by the world. Casino gamblers were restrained by the fact that all they lost was the chips on the table. They still had lives beyond the game, that the intended to go back to. The money on the table rarely tied them completely down to the game. Whit thought back to the event he had dreamed of- the man who tried to shoot him. Indeed, that poor man was probably the greatest enemy Whit had ever had- one who would stop at nothing to destroy him in that instant. Yes, that was the first time Whit had truly known someone completely- that man had nothing holding him back; he had nothing but his bare existence. For the first time, Whit could see the full nature of a man- and at the same time, discovered that man's limit. The poor man tried to kill Whit with all his ability- but failed. With all his ability, the poor man could not do any better- his limit was right there. Whit learned one other thing from that encounter, too; that his own limit was... Immeasurably Distant.
Whit stopped ascending. Itzal had just walked out of a door in front of him.
The skull began babbling.
"shoot him now- no, don't. The alliance might hold, and you still don't know how to kill that guy."
"I know... This will work out, one way or another. let's see what fate decides on. Anyway- I have things to say." Whit Resonded.
The skull was silent, although somehow condescending.
Itzal turned. Whit was saying something... Talking to himself, it seemed. Itzal frowned. Whit seemed different every time it saw him. It really wondered about Whit's mind... Still, it greeted him.
"Hello. Good to see you well. Have you found any tool of the gods?"
Whit smiled, for the first time in a while.
"Ahh, I have indeed! Of course, I'm holding off on using them. They are a bit too much power to use so easily, aren't they?"
Itzal may or may not have made a face, and began to talk, but Whit continued.
"Ive thought about it... The game you wanted to play? Why bother coming up with our own rules? We are playing for eachother's lives. If you want a game of life and death- well, we're playing that game right now!"
Whit was feeling good now, meeting his ally... His enemy. For Whit, right now, the nonlinear, convoluted nature of their enemy-ship was very interesting, and Itzal's limit still couldn't be found.
contrasting his mood, The skull yelled at him.
"What, what, what are you saying! There was no point to that, and you might have just screwed up our only alliance! It was a damned game! Play along! Sure, Find it's limits or whatever, but first find it's weaknesses! Use what little help you'll-"
Whit put his hand on the skull, pressing down on it, muting it's voice.
"shhh... I said it would be fine either way."
Itzal heard nothing but Whit's words.
Whit wandered aimlessly. He heardmuffled voices, maybe a gunshot, but really, he couldn't bring himself to care. In fact, he felt like he didn't care about anything, really. He was moving with fate guiding him. Anything was fine-
"Stop being a fool, are you kidding me? Remember that you've bet your life in this. You want to win. It's not fate. Fate isn't holding your hand, it rides on your back. You need to act before anything else follows." Again, the Skull talked. Whit was no longer bothering to doubt who talked to him- it was just the skull.
Indeed, the skull was probably right to some degree, Whit realized. He wasn't some kind of leaf in the wind- he was driven to know others and destroy them, completely and utterly. Still, It was worth thinking about now- What was the point of that drive? He had always avoided the thought, but now that he and the skull had adressed it so directly... The concept wouldn't leave his mind. He pondered, as he climbed stairs. A clear reason would not form. Yet, the desire to drive men to their limits and crush them was incredible, so strong that he could never even think of going against it! Perhaps it was simply because he hated others? No, he thought. He had always found it difficult to relate to people- because they did not hold his interest... Until he compete against them. It was easier to relate then-Whit knew his enemies better than anyone else he had met. Of course, he knew, that was because enemies hid nothing! Honestly, what was there to hide? To win was to destroy the opponent- every single action is a move towards that goal. Yes, enemies have an entirely honest relationship. Of course, it wasn't always quite so pure. In fact, Whit realized now, none of his relationships with enemies were quite pure. All of his enemies were held back by the world. Casino gamblers were restrained by the fact that all they lost was the chips on the table. They still had lives beyond the game, that the intended to go back to. The money on the table rarely tied them completely down to the game. Whit thought back to the event he had dreamed of- the man who tried to shoot him. Indeed, that poor man was probably the greatest enemy Whit had ever had- one who would stop at nothing to destroy him in that instant. Yes, that was the first time Whit had truly known someone completely- that man had nothing holding him back; he had nothing but his bare existence. For the first time, Whit could see the full nature of a man- and at the same time, discovered that man's limit. The poor man tried to kill Whit with all his ability- but failed. With all his ability, the poor man could not do any better- his limit was right there. Whit learned one other thing from that encounter, too; that his own limit was... Immeasurably Distant.
Whit stopped ascending. Itzal had just walked out of a door in front of him.
The skull began babbling.
"shoot him now- no, don't. The alliance might hold, and you still don't know how to kill that guy."
"I know... This will work out, one way or another. let's see what fate decides on. Anyway- I have things to say." Whit Resonded.
The skull was silent, although somehow condescending.
Itzal turned. Whit was saying something... Talking to himself, it seemed. Itzal frowned. Whit seemed different every time it saw him. It really wondered about Whit's mind... Still, it greeted him.
"Hello. Good to see you well. Have you found any tool of the gods?"
Whit smiled, for the first time in a while.
"Ahh, I have indeed! Of course, I'm holding off on using them. They are a bit too much power to use so easily, aren't they?"
Itzal may or may not have made a face, and began to talk, but Whit continued.
"Ive thought about it... The game you wanted to play? Why bother coming up with our own rules? We are playing for eachother's lives. If you want a game of life and death- well, we're playing that game right now!"
Whit was feeling good now, meeting his ally... His enemy. For Whit, right now, the nonlinear, convoluted nature of their enemy-ship was very interesting, and Itzal's limit still couldn't be found.
contrasting his mood, The skull yelled at him.
"What, what, what are you saying! There was no point to that, and you might have just screwed up our only alliance! It was a damned game! Play along! Sure, Find it's limits or whatever, but first find it's weaknesses! Use what little help you'll-"
Whit put his hand on the skull, pressing down on it, muting it's voice.
"shhh... I said it would be fine either way."
Itzal heard nothing but Whit's words.