Re: Battle Royale! Final Round: Chaos Conservatory
06-18-2010, 11:11 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Music. Light, soothing, yet not unfamiliar. Even though the boy had never heard the sound before, he knew at once who would be playing. The same kind of music had been played for him during the Hoodoo. But that usic was rough, filled with anger, forcing him to go berserk. It was probably the change in instrument, or perhaps that force was in a changed mood.
Michael watched as Whit fell into his deep sleep. He chose this longer version of his name in order to accept that he was under control of his body. Mike, the madman, was gone. Eda, too, was no longer inside his mind. He had gained what little freedom he could get.
But now it was just him and Whit. If he won, he would go home. Mike's crimes would go unpunished.
That must not be allowed to happen.
He left the room to Whit and began searching for the melody that was ringing through the aqua halls. He didn't know what he would do when he saw the so called "God" But he was tired of fighting. Tired of people dying for their amusement. Zeke had too much to live for, and they had him killed. It wasn't even about the revenge, not even for himself. In a funny way, it was fate. A curse put on him that felt so long ago.
"I hope you die the most ironic death possible."
Michael gave a small chuckle as the thought of dying at the hand of the one who made him in the first place ran through his mind. He wouldn't give WHit the sattisfaction of killing him. His death needed to be more than simple.
He stared casually at the mismatched instrument strewn around the halls. Some gleemed, while other looked like they had sat untouched for hundreds of years. What was their purpose? What sound did they make? Michael's curiousity overcame him when he saw what looked like a violin, only it had electrical sockets and was plugged into an amp. The bow sat next to it, almost invitingly. He thought back to that huge stone area, that screeching sound that bore into his head. He lay his hand against the strings, feeling their thin sharpness.
He shouldered the violin and a vector picked up the bow from his hand. He didn't know what had caused the urge to do this, he simply had someinkling that the instruments were some form of new tool to be used to better the competition. Much like the art round. Somehow, it felt like the vector knew how to play. Perhaps Eda had left some things behind before she was rejected.
And the vector began to play.
It wasn't subtle. It wasn't soothing. It was the same tune from the Hoodoo. And Michael couldn't stop the vector playing soon enough.
For there sat Eda, not the ebbing darkness that had stolen his mind, but the human looking form she had before Mike had shot her.
"Just what," He sputtered, "is going on here? You should be dead, or at least undead."
"I'm not sure I understand," Said Eda methodically, her voice devoid of any emotion, "I feel like I know you. But, I also feel like... You are the reason I exist, if that makes sense. May I know your name, my master?"
Unreal. This entire situation, moreso than anything that had happened in the last few hours, made little sense. Michael stared at the violin, judging what purpose it held. He could associate the violin with Eda, but to summon her, and without a memory...
No. As he stared into her eyes, Michael knew at once what had happened. He had created a new Eda from scratch. The Eda he had experianced would never bow to him. She had had a superiority complex. To call him master was unthinkable.
He had created Eda. A complete copy, save her memory.
"My name is Michael. And you are Eda. I have a question for you, what, if anything, do you remember?"
She seemed to contemplate this for several seconds, her face screwing up in concentration. "I... Have no memory, it seems. All I feel is this deep sadness up until I saw your face. Are you disapointed?"
Michael couldn't stand the mood. He had gone from creation to creator seemingly. He wondered what it would feel like to create an entire world, and stopped once re realized it would probably make him sypothize with the bastard who had put him here and the bitch who organized the battle.
"You are now a doll." He told her, stoking up some kind of emotion in her, but he could not tell what kind. "You will fight by my side for a great purpose. Not as my vassal, but as an equal. There is someone we must kill at all costs, even if it costs my life to do so. It might not even be possible to defeat him, but I won't know until I try. All the lives I took... No, he toyed with me, and many people were killed just so he could create a monster to fight for him. I'm not letting him try again. It ends here. Do you understand?"
"Not a bit" Eda replied instantly. "But if there's a fight to be had, and with someone who apparently cannot be beated, well, I'm up for it." A wild grin began to spread across her face, and her eyes began to shine. "Man, woman, child, monster. I care not for what our opponent is, if it bleeds, it can die. If it can't, I'll just pulverize it until it can't move, and then break it into smaller pieces!"
"And that's all I can ask for." Michael thought about giving her more reason to fight. Just fighting them for fun wasn't enough. Whoever was their god needed to be destroyed without mercy.
"I wonder... I believe if we beat him, you may regain your memory. But he knows us. Our moves. Our strength. But he can't predict us. Our minds have changed to an extent that we are different people than he had originally made us to be. That's not much of an advantage, but it's all we have right now. So, shall we meet our maker?"
"I can't see myself becoming any more ready. But..." She paused for a second, "Perhaps I can be of more use to you if you gave me that violin."
Michael stared once more at the instrument. He had no use for it, and so he tossed it in an arc towards her. She cought it with practised ease, and held it like a mother with a child. She stroked the smooth wood longingly, before shouldering it. Michael passed her the bow, which she took without looking up at him, too engrossed in her new gift.
"It is beautiful, truly it is. I do not deserve such a gift, but I will treasure it as long as I live. Which may or may not be very long indeed." Even with such a depressing phrase, she smiled. "I need a moment, actually"
And with that, she began to play a melody. Not the violent, powerful strokes that the instrument had previously played, but a soothing tune that caused wisps to flow from it's strings. Michael stared behind him, noticing a large framed doorway down the corridor. An odd force seemed to eminate from it's heavy doors. He knew at once that the tune was alerting his God of Eda's existence, or perhaps it already knew. Michael didn't really care. As he turned back, he noticed Eda was wearing a full leather padded armour. He gloves were cut off at the fingers to allow her to guide the bow of the violin better, and rows of small knives were slotted in sheaves woven into the material.
"Interesting." Michael muttered. Eda gave a small smile and looked over her work, pleased.
"Shall we?" She asked, motioning towards the door.
"No time like the present" He replied, and at the side of Eda, he strolled towards the end of everything like it was nothing important.
Music. Light, soothing, yet not unfamiliar. Even though the boy had never heard the sound before, he knew at once who would be playing. The same kind of music had been played for him during the Hoodoo. But that usic was rough, filled with anger, forcing him to go berserk. It was probably the change in instrument, or perhaps that force was in a changed mood.
Michael watched as Whit fell into his deep sleep. He chose this longer version of his name in order to accept that he was under control of his body. Mike, the madman, was gone. Eda, too, was no longer inside his mind. He had gained what little freedom he could get.
But now it was just him and Whit. If he won, he would go home. Mike's crimes would go unpunished.
That must not be allowed to happen.
He left the room to Whit and began searching for the melody that was ringing through the aqua halls. He didn't know what he would do when he saw the so called "God" But he was tired of fighting. Tired of people dying for their amusement. Zeke had too much to live for, and they had him killed. It wasn't even about the revenge, not even for himself. In a funny way, it was fate. A curse put on him that felt so long ago.
"I hope you die the most ironic death possible."
Michael gave a small chuckle as the thought of dying at the hand of the one who made him in the first place ran through his mind. He wouldn't give WHit the sattisfaction of killing him. His death needed to be more than simple.
He stared casually at the mismatched instrument strewn around the halls. Some gleemed, while other looked like they had sat untouched for hundreds of years. What was their purpose? What sound did they make? Michael's curiousity overcame him when he saw what looked like a violin, only it had electrical sockets and was plugged into an amp. The bow sat next to it, almost invitingly. He thought back to that huge stone area, that screeching sound that bore into his head. He lay his hand against the strings, feeling their thin sharpness.
He shouldered the violin and a vector picked up the bow from his hand. He didn't know what had caused the urge to do this, he simply had someinkling that the instruments were some form of new tool to be used to better the competition. Much like the art round. Somehow, it felt like the vector knew how to play. Perhaps Eda had left some things behind before she was rejected.
And the vector began to play.
It wasn't subtle. It wasn't soothing. It was the same tune from the Hoodoo. And Michael couldn't stop the vector playing soon enough.
For there sat Eda, not the ebbing darkness that had stolen his mind, but the human looking form she had before Mike had shot her.
"Just what," He sputtered, "is going on here? You should be dead, or at least undead."
"I'm not sure I understand," Said Eda methodically, her voice devoid of any emotion, "I feel like I know you. But, I also feel like... You are the reason I exist, if that makes sense. May I know your name, my master?"
Unreal. This entire situation, moreso than anything that had happened in the last few hours, made little sense. Michael stared at the violin, judging what purpose it held. He could associate the violin with Eda, but to summon her, and without a memory...
No. As he stared into her eyes, Michael knew at once what had happened. He had created a new Eda from scratch. The Eda he had experianced would never bow to him. She had had a superiority complex. To call him master was unthinkable.
He had created Eda. A complete copy, save her memory.
"My name is Michael. And you are Eda. I have a question for you, what, if anything, do you remember?"
She seemed to contemplate this for several seconds, her face screwing up in concentration. "I... Have no memory, it seems. All I feel is this deep sadness up until I saw your face. Are you disapointed?"
Michael couldn't stand the mood. He had gone from creation to creator seemingly. He wondered what it would feel like to create an entire world, and stopped once re realized it would probably make him sypothize with the bastard who had put him here and the bitch who organized the battle.
"You are now a doll." He told her, stoking up some kind of emotion in her, but he could not tell what kind. "You will fight by my side for a great purpose. Not as my vassal, but as an equal. There is someone we must kill at all costs, even if it costs my life to do so. It might not even be possible to defeat him, but I won't know until I try. All the lives I took... No, he toyed with me, and many people were killed just so he could create a monster to fight for him. I'm not letting him try again. It ends here. Do you understand?"
"Not a bit" Eda replied instantly. "But if there's a fight to be had, and with someone who apparently cannot be beated, well, I'm up for it." A wild grin began to spread across her face, and her eyes began to shine. "Man, woman, child, monster. I care not for what our opponent is, if it bleeds, it can die. If it can't, I'll just pulverize it until it can't move, and then break it into smaller pieces!"
"And that's all I can ask for." Michael thought about giving her more reason to fight. Just fighting them for fun wasn't enough. Whoever was their god needed to be destroyed without mercy.
"I wonder... I believe if we beat him, you may regain your memory. But he knows us. Our moves. Our strength. But he can't predict us. Our minds have changed to an extent that we are different people than he had originally made us to be. That's not much of an advantage, but it's all we have right now. So, shall we meet our maker?"
"I can't see myself becoming any more ready. But..." She paused for a second, "Perhaps I can be of more use to you if you gave me that violin."
Michael stared once more at the instrument. He had no use for it, and so he tossed it in an arc towards her. She cought it with practised ease, and held it like a mother with a child. She stroked the smooth wood longingly, before shouldering it. Michael passed her the bow, which she took without looking up at him, too engrossed in her new gift.
"It is beautiful, truly it is. I do not deserve such a gift, but I will treasure it as long as I live. Which may or may not be very long indeed." Even with such a depressing phrase, she smiled. "I need a moment, actually"
And with that, she began to play a melody. Not the violent, powerful strokes that the instrument had previously played, but a soothing tune that caused wisps to flow from it's strings. Michael stared behind him, noticing a large framed doorway down the corridor. An odd force seemed to eminate from it's heavy doors. He knew at once that the tune was alerting his God of Eda's existence, or perhaps it already knew. Michael didn't really care. As he turned back, he noticed Eda was wearing a full leather padded armour. He gloves were cut off at the fingers to allow her to guide the bow of the violin better, and rows of small knives were slotted in sheaves woven into the material.
"Interesting." Michael muttered. Eda gave a small smile and looked over her work, pleased.
"Shall we?" She asked, motioning towards the door.
"No time like the present" He replied, and at the side of Eda, he strolled towards the end of everything like it was nothing important.