Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round One: The "Denny's"]
06-11-2011, 02:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
Finally, an opening. Elimine had made a grave, possibly fatal mistake.
Etiyr thought to itself as the trio walked along. She let Etiyr near her. Elimine would soon be the typewriter’s, and it would use her to bring about the destruction and strife it thirsted for. The wretched human being he was forced to use would cause Etiyr’s revenge and her own condemnation. The mere idea brought Etiyr’s thoughts into a frenzy. The only thing stopping him, though, was…
Etiyr directed its attention towards the solid black cat, which had stayed near Elimine ever since she had picked up the typewriter. Whatever it was, Etiyr knew it had been looking at the manipulator. It knew Etiyr was a living thing, and somehow, the darkness within the beast sent shivers up the typewriter’s metaphorical spine. It was an unknown. An enigma. Just like that fucking Convolution, and Quantos, and everything Etiyr hated.
But the typewriter had to stay calm. The only way it was going to eliminate those unknowns was to be really clever and a great manipulator, which thankfully Etiyr was.
He was already setting into motion his plan to end Quantos.
“Trust me, he’s the biggest threat to all of us right now. He has time manipulation, and its almost as if he can come to astonishingly correct conclusions almost instantly. I’m not sure if those two are related, but he’s dangerous to us all.”
Elimine glanced down at Etiyr, reading his words halfheartedly. She felt kind of bad for plotting to kill the Cyborg, but there really wasn’t any counterpoint to make. The typewriter or whatever it was was right, and if she didn’t start bringing the fight to the other contestants, the other contestants would start bringing the fight to her.
Besides, Etiyr had a sort of… charisma about him, or it, or whatever. The way it spoke had a sort of… sway, a convincing edge. That might just be her thinking things, though. She was under a little bit more stress than usual. She was in a battle to the death, after all.
“Turn right here,” Etiyr typed. <span style="font-family: Courier New">“I think I heard him shouting about something from over there.”
They complied without much discussion. To Etiyr, however, it was another success. The more they simply followed its instructions, the better and more it could dominate them and their thoughts.</span>
~~~~~~~
Quantos, time traveling cyborg, was always on watch. Even though he may or may not should have been focusing all of his attention on the now-a-chimera Cailean and Gaurinn, he was diligent, and was keeping an eye on the hallway behind him. As a result, he was able to spot the trio as they rounded a hall, and called out a courteous “Um, hi?” to them, even if that sly, devious typewriter was with them.
As the other contestants (and Winston) turned to look at the new arrivals, Quantos continued to watch them suspiciously. They seemed to be deliberating, and that made him nervous. He didn’t trust that typewriter, obviously for good reason. If it had swayed the opinions of his allies over there, he had to be ready for whatever the typewriter had planned.
Soon afterward, they then seemed to have reached a decision. Carefully, Elimine put the typewriter down, giving it a good pat.
Then she proceeded to rapidly close the distance between them, her bladed trombone suddenly in her hands, a war cry on her lips. Quantos, prepared as he was, quickly reacted. The instrument glinted in the stifling green light as it swept across the space the cyborg’s head once was. They both turned to face each other, and fire burned in both of their eyes.
The quiet before the storm, and then the chaos of battle.
Finally, an opening. Elimine had made a grave, possibly fatal mistake.
Etiyr thought to itself as the trio walked along. She let Etiyr near her. Elimine would soon be the typewriter’s, and it would use her to bring about the destruction and strife it thirsted for. The wretched human being he was forced to use would cause Etiyr’s revenge and her own condemnation. The mere idea brought Etiyr’s thoughts into a frenzy. The only thing stopping him, though, was…
Etiyr directed its attention towards the solid black cat, which had stayed near Elimine ever since she had picked up the typewriter. Whatever it was, Etiyr knew it had been looking at the manipulator. It knew Etiyr was a living thing, and somehow, the darkness within the beast sent shivers up the typewriter’s metaphorical spine. It was an unknown. An enigma. Just like that fucking Convolution, and Quantos, and everything Etiyr hated.
But the typewriter had to stay calm. The only way it was going to eliminate those unknowns was to be really clever and a great manipulator, which thankfully Etiyr was.
He was already setting into motion his plan to end Quantos.
“Trust me, he’s the biggest threat to all of us right now. He has time manipulation, and its almost as if he can come to astonishingly correct conclusions almost instantly. I’m not sure if those two are related, but he’s dangerous to us all.”
Elimine glanced down at Etiyr, reading his words halfheartedly. She felt kind of bad for plotting to kill the Cyborg, but there really wasn’t any counterpoint to make. The typewriter or whatever it was was right, and if she didn’t start bringing the fight to the other contestants, the other contestants would start bringing the fight to her.
Besides, Etiyr had a sort of… charisma about him, or it, or whatever. The way it spoke had a sort of… sway, a convincing edge. That might just be her thinking things, though. She was under a little bit more stress than usual. She was in a battle to the death, after all.
“Turn right here,” Etiyr typed. <span style="font-family: Courier New">“I think I heard him shouting about something from over there.”
They complied without much discussion. To Etiyr, however, it was another success. The more they simply followed its instructions, the better and more it could dominate them and their thoughts.</span>
~~~~~~~
Quantos, time traveling cyborg, was always on watch. Even though he may or may not should have been focusing all of his attention on the now-a-chimera Cailean and Gaurinn, he was diligent, and was keeping an eye on the hallway behind him. As a result, he was able to spot the trio as they rounded a hall, and called out a courteous “Um, hi?” to them, even if that sly, devious typewriter was with them.
As the other contestants (and Winston) turned to look at the new arrivals, Quantos continued to watch them suspiciously. They seemed to be deliberating, and that made him nervous. He didn’t trust that typewriter, obviously for good reason. If it had swayed the opinions of his allies over there, he had to be ready for whatever the typewriter had planned.
Soon afterward, they then seemed to have reached a decision. Carefully, Elimine put the typewriter down, giving it a good pat.
Then she proceeded to rapidly close the distance between them, her bladed trombone suddenly in her hands, a war cry on her lips. Quantos, prepared as he was, quickly reacted. The instrument glinted in the stifling green light as it swept across the space the cyborg’s head once was. They both turned to face each other, and fire burned in both of their eyes.
The quiet before the storm, and then the chaos of battle.