Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round Three: The Epigen Center]
03-04-2012, 10:46 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
AMP rolled along the center of the corridor, which unfortunately meant that anyone trying to pass him was forced to duck through a nearby door and wait for him to pass. Interface groaned and muttered about how rude he was being, but AMP paid her little heed. After some consideration, he'd decided to search for Eli and maybe garner some of the goodwill Interface had mentioned.
He asked Database if she knew where Eli was. She peeked out from behind her databanks and shook her head before ducking back in almost immediately, eliciting a giggle from Interface. AMP asked what was so funny, and she giggled again and shook her head, declining to answer.
Probability being the funny thing it is, Eli and Etiyr just happened to be walking down a corridor that intersected with the one AMP was rolling along. Eli was strolling along, staring wistfully into the empty air in front of her, Etiyr clutched tightly to her chest as if she was afraid she might drop him. Which, in her current state, was a very likely thing.
She finally snapped out of her reverie when she noticed someone shuffling towards her from the other end of the hallway. Really, it wasn't so much the shuffling that drew her attention as the moans and groans they were making did. But once she looked at it properly, she saw that instead of a head, it had some kind of...creature. Even in her drug-induced state, she could tell that something wasn't right with that, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
AMP paused to watch the curious stumbling creature cross the junction in front of him. After a moment's observation, he decided to Database if she knew what it was. She said she'd get on it. He waited patiently for a few minutes, then decided to follow the creature down the hallway so he didn't lose sight of it.
Eli stumbled towards the creature, not quite sure why. It moved towards her slowly, and the two eventually met. It groaned and raised its arms above its head, revealing sharp claws. Eli reacted instinctively, holding Etiyr up between herself and the monster.
AMP rounded the corner as the creature slashed down and to the side, knocking the madly clattering typewriter out of Eli's grasp. Etiyr hit the floor with a loud clunk and continued chattering away at no one in particular. Interface screeched at AMP to intervene before that thing took off her head she's your ticket to getting in good with that Fraze guy and you're was just standing by while that thing is about to kill her or something. In response, AMP puttered forward and shredded it.
Gore splattered her face, and Eli gaped at this new abomination, stumbling back even though it had stopped moving. She was even more confused when it addressed her. "Elimine? Is that you?"
She answered uncertainly. "Y-Yes? What are you?"
"It's me, AMP. Don't you recognize me?" AMP was hurt. How could Elimine not recognize him after all they'd been through? Database muttered that really they hadn't been through all that much and she had died and that probably caused a good deal of trauma and maybe this wasn't even her and hey are you even listening to me? AMP was, of course, not, as he had remembered something Mr. Fraze had said. "I need to take you to the Isolation Chamber."
This registered with Eli. "Of course. Right." She picked herself up shakily. Wasn't it just like her father to send a science project to escort her? She bent down to pick up Etiyr. "Well, lead away."
[color=#66666]Unfortunately, AMP didn't actually know. He turned to Database and was met with a shrug. Protocols scuffed his feet. Interface told him to just tell the truth, you can't help it if you don't know, darling, you're just dumb muscle after all, not much more than a bodyguard. That sounded like a good enough plan to AMP, and he asked Eli to lead the way.[/color]
She sighed and trudged back down the corridor she'd just been heading down, struggling not to trip into the whirling metal mass behind her while the colors on the walls leapt back and forth and the typewriter in her hands kept on clacking red letters at her.
AMP rolled along the center of the corridor, which unfortunately meant that anyone trying to pass him was forced to duck through a nearby door and wait for him to pass. Interface groaned and muttered about how rude he was being, but AMP paid her little heed. After some consideration, he'd decided to search for Eli and maybe garner some of the goodwill Interface had mentioned.
He asked Database if she knew where Eli was. She peeked out from behind her databanks and shook her head before ducking back in almost immediately, eliciting a giggle from Interface. AMP asked what was so funny, and she giggled again and shook her head, declining to answer.
Probability being the funny thing it is, Eli and Etiyr just happened to be walking down a corridor that intersected with the one AMP was rolling along. Eli was strolling along, staring wistfully into the empty air in front of her, Etiyr clutched tightly to her chest as if she was afraid she might drop him. Which, in her current state, was a very likely thing.
She finally snapped out of her reverie when she noticed someone shuffling towards her from the other end of the hallway. Really, it wasn't so much the shuffling that drew her attention as the moans and groans they were making did. But once she looked at it properly, she saw that instead of a head, it had some kind of...creature. Even in her drug-induced state, she could tell that something wasn't right with that, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
AMP paused to watch the curious stumbling creature cross the junction in front of him. After a moment's observation, he decided to Database if she knew what it was. She said she'd get on it. He waited patiently for a few minutes, then decided to follow the creature down the hallway so he didn't lose sight of it.
Eli stumbled towards the creature, not quite sure why. It moved towards her slowly, and the two eventually met. It groaned and raised its arms above its head, revealing sharp claws. Eli reacted instinctively, holding Etiyr up between herself and the monster.
AMP rounded the corner as the creature slashed down and to the side, knocking the madly clattering typewriter out of Eli's grasp. Etiyr hit the floor with a loud clunk and continued chattering away at no one in particular. Interface screeched at AMP to intervene before that thing took off her head she's your ticket to getting in good with that Fraze guy and you're was just standing by while that thing is about to kill her or something. In response, AMP puttered forward and shredded it.
Gore splattered her face, and Eli gaped at this new abomination, stumbling back even though it had stopped moving. She was even more confused when it addressed her. "Elimine? Is that you?"
She answered uncertainly. "Y-Yes? What are you?"
"It's me, AMP. Don't you recognize me?" AMP was hurt. How could Elimine not recognize him after all they'd been through? Database muttered that really they hadn't been through all that much and she had died and that probably caused a good deal of trauma and maybe this wasn't even her and hey are you even listening to me? AMP was, of course, not, as he had remembered something Mr. Fraze had said. "I need to take you to the Isolation Chamber."
This registered with Eli. "Of course. Right." She picked herself up shakily. Wasn't it just like her father to send a science project to escort her? She bent down to pick up Etiyr. "Well, lead away."
[color=#66666]Unfortunately, AMP didn't actually know. He turned to Database and was met with a shrug. Protocols scuffed his feet. Interface told him to just tell the truth, you can't help it if you don't know, darling, you're just dumb muscle after all, not much more than a bodyguard. That sounded like a good enough plan to AMP, and he asked Eli to lead the way.[/color]
She sighed and trudged back down the corridor she'd just been heading down, struggling not to trip into the whirling metal mass behind her while the colors on the walls leapt back and forth and the typewriter in her hands kept on clacking red letters at her.
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