Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-21-2010, 08:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by cyber95.
Gadget looked from afar at the other contestants. He seemed to have started a distance away from them. Not that it bothered him too much. Allowed him to think.
Looking upon the combatants, the first thing he noticed was the lack of Cobra.
"I guess he was the latest to bite it."
Whir looked sad. "I know he was techincally our enemy... but he was our friend, too... right? Even mine, since the Hoodoo."
This hit Gadget somehow. He wasn't particularly sad. Maybe a part of him was, somewhere deep in his mind, but it wasn't apparent. In fact, he hadn't felt truly sad during the entirety of the game. When a creation of his died? Upset. But possibly not truly sad. Not even for himself.
He considered his predicament. He, most certainly, would die. It was remarkable that he survived so long, with all of his opponents being much more powerful than him. Even at the very beginning, he was lucky to have not been killed immediately by the one on the building with him. What was his name again...? It didn't matter.
Far away, some of the enemies had made alliances, to fight together against the others. But what would he be able to do? His basic strategy most of the time was pretty much 'Get to a high spot, talk with Cobra, and stay away from the other contestants.' Maybe with some use of his power along the way, and that's often caused more trouble for him than good.
Finally, he took a look at his long time friend. Whir had always been there. A small machine, but Gadget cared about Whir more than anybody else, including himself. ...maybe that was it. Why he hadn't felt sad. None of the other combatants cared about Whir. He wasn't a threat. Wasn't a target. Gadget knew this. He knew that Whir would most likely be safe. And perhaps, even if Gadget died, Whir would get to return to their home world.
"Hey, Whir."
"Hmm?"
"I want you to stay safe. I... I'm going to get you back home."
"Well yeah! That's why we're gonna win this! You've been up here a while! Look at all they've done down there. That pencil or pen or whatever could make something great for evening the odds! It's like this place was meant for you!"
"But what about the next? Or the one after that? You've seen what the others can do... a lot more than I can. I can create a good friend- no, I can create a great friend. You've been a great friend, Whir. And I want you to be safe... I think there's only one way I can do that."
Gadget had a look in his eyes. It was one of true sadness. Whir had an idea of what Gadget was planning.
"No! Gadg, you can't! I don't care if you think I'll be safe, there are hundreds of things like me back in your basement. There's only one you!"
"Well how would you rather see me go? Willingly with dignity? Or up against something I have no chance of beating?"
"There's no dignity in just taking it, Gadg. You have to try! I don't want to see it happen at all!"
Gadget contemplated this. He knew his turn was up. He knew how upset Whir would be. He knew how upsetting this was to him. Gadget knew that both of them were sure of the outcome. Maybe... he could at least go out trying.
The two trekked towards the castle in the distance, which seemed to be much closer than it originally looked. They entered, not knowing what to expect.
Mike stumbled around. He was hurting, and needed a way out. With any luck one of the others would kill each other soon, and the round would be over, shifting to a new location, and healing his wounds. Then he heard something. What he heard was his chance. A small man who had been strangely absent the whole time.
"Any ideas where they are, Whir?"
"Uh... maybe that room! Wait, we should probably check in quietly first."
Gadget cracked open the door, and saw a room where perspective was completely turned over, nothing making any sense. "Somebody's been busy. Looks like something happened in here... which means they can't be far behind. From the introduction to this place, I think it would be very much helpful if I had a pen or something."
This was the chance. They weren't being nearly cautious enough. Strange as it was, with the other more dangerous contestants, the live or die kill was right there. Mike's vectors took action.
"Gadget!" Whir flew furiously to block the attack, and was knocked hard against the wall, in an attempt to at least deflect the vectors. "I'm... I'm okay. Gadget, you have to-"
Gadget was facedown on the ground, blood escaping from his back. Mike stood over him, staring, wishing that Gadget would just die already.
"H-hey... Whir. One leg... and he still beat me," Gadget managed to get out. He coughed up some blood.
Whir flew over. Mike just ignored, knowing that it would be over soon. "Gadg, pal! You're everything to me! I wouldn't be here today without you! Don't do this!"
"S-sorry. We both knew this would happen. I think... you can go back... home... nnn."
A single tear rolled down Gadget's face as he gave his final breath. Whir fell to the ground. His creator, his best friend, was gone. Thoughts went through his mind. Was it Mike's fault? Probably. The round would end soon, though. Whir would probably end up back home, alone, and the others here would continue fighting and killing each other. People back home had many kinds of powers. Whir bet some of them would be able to help avenge this death. Not against Mike, but against the Composer that brought him here.
He graciously waited for everything to change, for home.
Somewhere, somebody spoke up. The Observer had remained quiet throughout the battle thus far, and his entrant had just kicked the bucket.
"Well, Composer, I don't know what you had planned to do with that little contraption that tagged along with Gadget, but I have a better idea."
The Composer listened, intrigued.
"Right, so Whir thinks he's going home. And from what you filled me in on for the next round, there's gonna be a few interesting things. Why not keep the little guy around for it? He's gotta be either pissed at you, Mike, or both. Combine that with what's next, and he could be an interesting case."
He stood up, ready to leave. After all, he had a battle of his own to maintain.
"Well, whatever you decide, I'm off. I'll probably still watch. I mean, hey, it's what I do. I Observe. Catch you later."
The Observer took his leave.
Gadget looked from afar at the other contestants. He seemed to have started a distance away from them. Not that it bothered him too much. Allowed him to think.
Looking upon the combatants, the first thing he noticed was the lack of Cobra.
"I guess he was the latest to bite it."
Whir looked sad. "I know he was techincally our enemy... but he was our friend, too... right? Even mine, since the Hoodoo."
This hit Gadget somehow. He wasn't particularly sad. Maybe a part of him was, somewhere deep in his mind, but it wasn't apparent. In fact, he hadn't felt truly sad during the entirety of the game. When a creation of his died? Upset. But possibly not truly sad. Not even for himself.
He considered his predicament. He, most certainly, would die. It was remarkable that he survived so long, with all of his opponents being much more powerful than him. Even at the very beginning, he was lucky to have not been killed immediately by the one on the building with him. What was his name again...? It didn't matter.
Far away, some of the enemies had made alliances, to fight together against the others. But what would he be able to do? His basic strategy most of the time was pretty much 'Get to a high spot, talk with Cobra, and stay away from the other contestants.' Maybe with some use of his power along the way, and that's often caused more trouble for him than good.
Finally, he took a look at his long time friend. Whir had always been there. A small machine, but Gadget cared about Whir more than anybody else, including himself. ...maybe that was it. Why he hadn't felt sad. None of the other combatants cared about Whir. He wasn't a threat. Wasn't a target. Gadget knew this. He knew that Whir would most likely be safe. And perhaps, even if Gadget died, Whir would get to return to their home world.
"Hey, Whir."
"Hmm?"
"I want you to stay safe. I... I'm going to get you back home."
"Well yeah! That's why we're gonna win this! You've been up here a while! Look at all they've done down there. That pencil or pen or whatever could make something great for evening the odds! It's like this place was meant for you!"
"But what about the next? Or the one after that? You've seen what the others can do... a lot more than I can. I can create a good friend- no, I can create a great friend. You've been a great friend, Whir. And I want you to be safe... I think there's only one way I can do that."
Gadget had a look in his eyes. It was one of true sadness. Whir had an idea of what Gadget was planning.
"No! Gadg, you can't! I don't care if you think I'll be safe, there are hundreds of things like me back in your basement. There's only one you!"
"Well how would you rather see me go? Willingly with dignity? Or up against something I have no chance of beating?"
"There's no dignity in just taking it, Gadg. You have to try! I don't want to see it happen at all!"
Gadget contemplated this. He knew his turn was up. He knew how upset Whir would be. He knew how upsetting this was to him. Gadget knew that both of them were sure of the outcome. Maybe... he could at least go out trying.
The two trekked towards the castle in the distance, which seemed to be much closer than it originally looked. They entered, not knowing what to expect.
Mike stumbled around. He was hurting, and needed a way out. With any luck one of the others would kill each other soon, and the round would be over, shifting to a new location, and healing his wounds. Then he heard something. What he heard was his chance. A small man who had been strangely absent the whole time.
"Any ideas where they are, Whir?"
"Uh... maybe that room! Wait, we should probably check in quietly first."
Gadget cracked open the door, and saw a room where perspective was completely turned over, nothing making any sense. "Somebody's been busy. Looks like something happened in here... which means they can't be far behind. From the introduction to this place, I think it would be very much helpful if I had a pen or something."
This was the chance. They weren't being nearly cautious enough. Strange as it was, with the other more dangerous contestants, the live or die kill was right there. Mike's vectors took action.
"Gadget!" Whir flew furiously to block the attack, and was knocked hard against the wall, in an attempt to at least deflect the vectors. "I'm... I'm okay. Gadget, you have to-"
Gadget was facedown on the ground, blood escaping from his back. Mike stood over him, staring, wishing that Gadget would just die already.
"H-hey... Whir. One leg... and he still beat me," Gadget managed to get out. He coughed up some blood.
Whir flew over. Mike just ignored, knowing that it would be over soon. "Gadg, pal! You're everything to me! I wouldn't be here today without you! Don't do this!"
"S-sorry. We both knew this would happen. I think... you can go back... home... nnn."
A single tear rolled down Gadget's face as he gave his final breath. Whir fell to the ground. His creator, his best friend, was gone. Thoughts went through his mind. Was it Mike's fault? Probably. The round would end soon, though. Whir would probably end up back home, alone, and the others here would continue fighting and killing each other. People back home had many kinds of powers. Whir bet some of them would be able to help avenge this death. Not against Mike, but against the Composer that brought him here.
He graciously waited for everything to change, for home.
Somewhere, somebody spoke up. The Observer had remained quiet throughout the battle thus far, and his entrant had just kicked the bucket.
"Well, Composer, I don't know what you had planned to do with that little contraption that tagged along with Gadget, but I have a better idea."
The Composer listened, intrigued.
"Right, so Whir thinks he's going home. And from what you filled me in on for the next round, there's gonna be a few interesting things. Why not keep the little guy around for it? He's gotta be either pissed at you, Mike, or both. Combine that with what's next, and he could be an interesting case."
He stood up, ready to leave. After all, he had a battle of his own to maintain.
"Well, whatever you decide, I'm off. I'll probably still watch. I mean, hey, it's what I do. I Observe. Catch you later."
The Observer took his leave.
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