Re: Battle Royale! Final Round: Chaos Conservatory
10-12-2010, 08:17 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The blood on the Composer's fingers dissolved into mist, a lone crystal tone piercing the final silence of the Conservatory.
Now it was just the champion, a god, and a Grandmaster. She loomed over the other two, a light, soulful breeze playing around them.
"Congratulations, to you and Yifan." Whit stared impassively up at the Composer, wondering how much of this anarchy she'd orchestrated beforehand, and how much fell even outside her control. "You do understand what comes next, yes?"
Whit was silent. The Composer seemed to be deliberating for a moment whether he did understand, then thought it best to fill him in anyway.
"Across the multiverse are seven other battles like this one, each of their victors sworn into one final struggle. As the winner of the Battle Royale, you will join the ranks of these champions."
She'd hinted at this earlier, and to Whit it barely registered. His dealings with gods made him resigned to the fact that arguing would be pointless, anyway.
"When?"
"I can ensure it will be a convenient enough time. However, I warn you: Prepare yourself. Your foes in All-Stars will be formidable, and I expect no less than victory from my Champion."
The man nodded, at this point more interested in a way out of wherever here was. The Composer smirked a little. "Yifan, escort our champion to his home."
The blood on the Composer's fingers dissolved into mist, a lone crystal tone piercing the final silence of the Conservatory.
Now it was just the champion, a god, and a Grandmaster. She loomed over the other two, a light, soulful breeze playing around them.
"Congratulations, to you and Yifan." Whit stared impassively up at the Composer, wondering how much of this anarchy she'd orchestrated beforehand, and how much fell even outside her control. "You do understand what comes next, yes?"
Whit was silent. The Composer seemed to be deliberating for a moment whether he did understand, then thought it best to fill him in anyway.
"Across the multiverse are seven other battles like this one, each of their victors sworn into one final struggle. As the winner of the Battle Royale, you will join the ranks of these champions."
She'd hinted at this earlier, and to Whit it barely registered. His dealings with gods made him resigned to the fact that arguing would be pointless, anyway.
"When?"
"I can ensure it will be a convenient enough time. However, I warn you: Prepare yourself. Your foes in All-Stars will be formidable, and I expect no less than victory from my Champion."
The man nodded, at this point more interested in a way out of wherever here was. The Composer smirked a little. "Yifan, escort our champion to his home."
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow