Re: Battle Royale! Round 6: Wainwright Omega 57
02-11-2010, 12:58 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
"Drifting through the stars." Whit muttered as he examined his surroundings. He stepped forward, and was surprised notice that he almost floated forward. He looked down. It was an asteroid... he had read about space once or twice, although he always felt that it was something foolish. What was the point of this vast, great space in the sky? It didn't make any difference to anyone. Nobody would ever go up there, so why care?
"Well... Then I guess I should have cared."
He smirked, realizing he was the first of his kind to go to space. The fact that he should need air, but didn't, never crossed his mind, as he didn't know it was required. He wasn't even cold, however, which he did think was odd.
"well, clearly, when you climb upwards, the air becomes colder... And I have climbed extremely high. Yet, it's lukewarm, comfortable. How strange space is."
More questions could have been raised about why he could even hear himself speak in space. Oh, it was probably some kind of supernatural enchantment the Composer had given all of them, and Whit wasn't going to question it- he didn't have the knowledge base to do so.
Instead, he recalled what he did know. Gravity. Gravity was the force that pulled objects down. Different planets had different gravities. The moon had much less gravity than earth, and theoretically one could leap several times as high on the moon. This must have been the case here, Whit realized. However... he did a small, weak hop, and began floating upwards. Slowly, slowly, he touched the ground again.
"This is much more than several times as high." He commented.
Whit examined his surroundings. He was on a large asteroid, with craters littered across the surface. Looking around, Whit realized this was probably the biggest nearby. The other two were nowhere in sight...
Whit pondered Itzal. It seemed he, she, it had been eliminated... Good, Whit thought. Itzal was the one who Whit had the most trouble defining- he did not know where exactly it's limits were- not even a hint. However, Itzal was gone now- The limits had appeared on their own. In fact, Whit was certain the Itzal's limits had always existed, but were simply harder to see. Whit sighed. Their little game had played out, and it seemed Itzal had indeed lost it's life.
"Well... good riddance." Whit took Itzal's knife and flung it into the sky. The knife did not fall, and continued out of Whit's vision.
"The only problem now is... well, now I have two enemies, who are allies." Whit commented distractedly.
He needed something, some way to combat them both. His thoughts drifted to that dealer, who stopped him from killing Zeke. 'Creation'... That's what that dealer had said.
"Of course, the gods were playing parts as the staff..." He realized finally, in annoyance. However, this information revealed something else as well. The dealer, at Whit's table... That was his god. What had that god said? That he gave Whit... a little extra? Whit remembered he felt a change, then. What was it that had changed? He stared upwards. Nearby asteroids grew prominent in his vision, as if they wanted to reveal something to him. Right, that was what had changed. His perception. Whit sighed. Why couldn't it have been something useful, like, the ability to...
Whit couldn't think of anything. He smirked to himself. No, there was nothing else he wanted. This power was it. He focused, now, at the asteroid, on the alterations in perception. The asteroid was a solid object. It was whole, it was a constant. However... as he focused, he could perceive 'chance'. The 'chance' he saw was the asteroid's potential to become random, a non-constant... and fall into the hands of luck.
The greater the prominence of an object in Whit's perception, the more potential it had as a 'chance'. As he focused more, he could even make out parts of the asteroid where it was most prominent. Absentmindedly, he fired his Godgun towards a extremely prominent part. The gravity wave smashed into the asteroid, although the sound was incredibly weak. something about the lack of air in space probably contributed to that, but again, Whit had no idea about that stuff. Slowly, the Asteroid began collapsing on itself, breaking into pieces. Slowly, the rocks began to rain on the asteroid Whit stood on.
Whit opened his arms, as if welcoming the incoming rocks. Hundreds, maybe thousands drifted closer and closer. Even though they were slow, the rocks had incredible mass. As each landed, Whit felt an incredible thump, even though the sound was dulled. faster now, they came down, peppering the large asteroid's surface. Thumps occurred in great succession, shaking Whit, but not his mood. He had gained something great- the perception of chance. That power, on it's own, was worthless. But, Whit knew he had luck, that he had an invincible fate. Any chance that he could create were thrown into the hands of luck, and would inevitably come to rest in his favor... like it did now. Even though hundreds of of rocks had smashed down around him, Whit remained unscathed. Surrounding him, a forest of rocks had been created. The last few rocks came down, and Whit enjoyed their rhythmic thumping. Then, he heard a crash that didn't sound right. It wasn't the sound of rock against rock, it was the sound of metal crunching. Whit smiled. Clearly, this was something he needed to investigate. It was something revealed by chance, after all- Something that would never lead him astray.
"Drifting through the stars." Whit muttered as he examined his surroundings. He stepped forward, and was surprised notice that he almost floated forward. He looked down. It was an asteroid... he had read about space once or twice, although he always felt that it was something foolish. What was the point of this vast, great space in the sky? It didn't make any difference to anyone. Nobody would ever go up there, so why care?
"Well... Then I guess I should have cared."
He smirked, realizing he was the first of his kind to go to space. The fact that he should need air, but didn't, never crossed his mind, as he didn't know it was required. He wasn't even cold, however, which he did think was odd.
"well, clearly, when you climb upwards, the air becomes colder... And I have climbed extremely high. Yet, it's lukewarm, comfortable. How strange space is."
More questions could have been raised about why he could even hear himself speak in space. Oh, it was probably some kind of supernatural enchantment the Composer had given all of them, and Whit wasn't going to question it- he didn't have the knowledge base to do so.
Instead, he recalled what he did know. Gravity. Gravity was the force that pulled objects down. Different planets had different gravities. The moon had much less gravity than earth, and theoretically one could leap several times as high on the moon. This must have been the case here, Whit realized. However... he did a small, weak hop, and began floating upwards. Slowly, slowly, he touched the ground again.
"This is much more than several times as high." He commented.
Whit examined his surroundings. He was on a large asteroid, with craters littered across the surface. Looking around, Whit realized this was probably the biggest nearby. The other two were nowhere in sight...
Whit pondered Itzal. It seemed he, she, it had been eliminated... Good, Whit thought. Itzal was the one who Whit had the most trouble defining- he did not know where exactly it's limits were- not even a hint. However, Itzal was gone now- The limits had appeared on their own. In fact, Whit was certain the Itzal's limits had always existed, but were simply harder to see. Whit sighed. Their little game had played out, and it seemed Itzal had indeed lost it's life.
"Well... good riddance." Whit took Itzal's knife and flung it into the sky. The knife did not fall, and continued out of Whit's vision.
"The only problem now is... well, now I have two enemies, who are allies." Whit commented distractedly.
He needed something, some way to combat them both. His thoughts drifted to that dealer, who stopped him from killing Zeke. 'Creation'... That's what that dealer had said.
"Of course, the gods were playing parts as the staff..." He realized finally, in annoyance. However, this information revealed something else as well. The dealer, at Whit's table... That was his god. What had that god said? That he gave Whit... a little extra? Whit remembered he felt a change, then. What was it that had changed? He stared upwards. Nearby asteroids grew prominent in his vision, as if they wanted to reveal something to him. Right, that was what had changed. His perception. Whit sighed. Why couldn't it have been something useful, like, the ability to...
Whit couldn't think of anything. He smirked to himself. No, there was nothing else he wanted. This power was it. He focused, now, at the asteroid, on the alterations in perception. The asteroid was a solid object. It was whole, it was a constant. However... as he focused, he could perceive 'chance'. The 'chance' he saw was the asteroid's potential to become random, a non-constant... and fall into the hands of luck.
The greater the prominence of an object in Whit's perception, the more potential it had as a 'chance'. As he focused more, he could even make out parts of the asteroid where it was most prominent. Absentmindedly, he fired his Godgun towards a extremely prominent part. The gravity wave smashed into the asteroid, although the sound was incredibly weak. something about the lack of air in space probably contributed to that, but again, Whit had no idea about that stuff. Slowly, the Asteroid began collapsing on itself, breaking into pieces. Slowly, the rocks began to rain on the asteroid Whit stood on.
Whit opened his arms, as if welcoming the incoming rocks. Hundreds, maybe thousands drifted closer and closer. Even though they were slow, the rocks had incredible mass. As each landed, Whit felt an incredible thump, even though the sound was dulled. faster now, they came down, peppering the large asteroid's surface. Thumps occurred in great succession, shaking Whit, but not his mood. He had gained something great- the perception of chance. That power, on it's own, was worthless. But, Whit knew he had luck, that he had an invincible fate. Any chance that he could create were thrown into the hands of luck, and would inevitably come to rest in his favor... like it did now. Even though hundreds of of rocks had smashed down around him, Whit remained unscathed. Surrounding him, a forest of rocks had been created. The last few rocks came down, and Whit enjoyed their rhythmic thumping. Then, he heard a crash that didn't sound right. It wasn't the sound of rock against rock, it was the sound of metal crunching. Whit smiled. Clearly, this was something he needed to investigate. It was something revealed by chance, after all- Something that would never lead him astray.