Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-14-2010, 07:43 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit scratched his chin, and responded.
"A man of class? Hah, that depends on what class is to you. I've always been simply myself. I must say, though- a game to play? A game, with only death for the loser, would require two things from both of us- overabundant pride, to conform to conform to rules in face of death, and... Well, the rediness to die as soon as your pride is crushed. It'll be truly difficult to make work..."
Whit paused. He needed to adress the alliance... Was it alright, that he had an ally toconfront his opponents? Well, of course it was.... If an alliance could be formed, it was within the limits of both participants.
The skull didn't even feel the need to say it's piece.
"... But that can wait, I suppose? You said you wanted to make a trap, right? I probably can't help much, but let's see what we have. I have an eraser and Whiteout. The eraser doesn't erase perspective, though- just objects created."
Itzal silently contemplated. Whit agreed to be allies- there was no reason for him not to. He had shown the tools he had gained... They could be useful. The question was, would Itzal reveal everything it had? Maybe if It held something back... It could be used for a suprise attack... But, No, it was useless. Whiteout and eraser were things that made things dissapear- it didn't matter what tool was used to create. Itzal decided to show it's hand, and see what could be used.
"I have a pen, and a pencil. Hmm... Can I have your eraser? It could be useful for a certain type of trap..."
"look, Whit, itzal is definitely conning you..." the skull warned.
Whit paused, looked thoughtful, and drew the rolled up piece of eraser from his sleeve. It wasn't a particuarly useful tool, and could't be used against him anyway. Since most of it was hidden under his jacket, he hardly lost anything either. It wasn't much of a loss at all, but certainly looked like a symbol of trust.
"It pains me to part with it, but take it. I won't give you the Whiteout though- it's probably the only thing I can use."
Whit paused briefly, as if he was willing to allow Itzal to object, but didn't expect it to.
"So... Let's begin, shall we?"
Whit scratched his chin, and responded.
"A man of class? Hah, that depends on what class is to you. I've always been simply myself. I must say, though- a game to play? A game, with only death for the loser, would require two things from both of us- overabundant pride, to conform to conform to rules in face of death, and... Well, the rediness to die as soon as your pride is crushed. It'll be truly difficult to make work..."
Whit paused. He needed to adress the alliance... Was it alright, that he had an ally toconfront his opponents? Well, of course it was.... If an alliance could be formed, it was within the limits of both participants.
The skull didn't even feel the need to say it's piece.
"... But that can wait, I suppose? You said you wanted to make a trap, right? I probably can't help much, but let's see what we have. I have an eraser and Whiteout. The eraser doesn't erase perspective, though- just objects created."
Itzal silently contemplated. Whit agreed to be allies- there was no reason for him not to. He had shown the tools he had gained... They could be useful. The question was, would Itzal reveal everything it had? Maybe if It held something back... It could be used for a suprise attack... But, No, it was useless. Whiteout and eraser were things that made things dissapear- it didn't matter what tool was used to create. Itzal decided to show it's hand, and see what could be used.
"I have a pen, and a pencil. Hmm... Can I have your eraser? It could be useful for a certain type of trap..."
"look, Whit, itzal is definitely conning you..." the skull warned.
Whit paused, looked thoughtful, and drew the rolled up piece of eraser from his sleeve. It wasn't a particuarly useful tool, and could't be used against him anyway. Since most of it was hidden under his jacket, he hardly lost anything either. It wasn't much of a loss at all, but certainly looked like a symbol of trust.
"It pains me to part with it, but take it. I won't give you the Whiteout though- it's probably the only thing I can use."
Whit paused briefly, as if he was willing to allow Itzal to object, but didn't expect it to.
"So... Let's begin, shall we?"