Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-03-2010, 01:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The Countess' clockwork features betrayed neither fear nor delighted anticipation as the familiar grip of the Controller exerted itself. Afterward, she admired the gorey streak which was all that remained of the knight, content to dream of one day possessing an ounce of the Controller's talent for sadistic brutality. Well, that's what she was here for, wasn't she? Sensing nobody willing to break the bloodstained silence, the automaton queried, "Is that it? Do we fight now?" When the group's only reply was in the form of Algernon fleeing the room with a muted mumble, the Countess started after him until Holly rushed forward. Too startled to think of a reaction more appropriate than lashing out, the amalgam could only snap her jaws in affront as the elf tore the calm her right out of her, and dragged Pluck out before The Countess could comment on the development.
Acacia and The Countess were all alone in the classroom, which stunk of fear and burnt blood. With her usual calm front pilfered by that thieving scum elf, the clockwork creature was in no mood to pander to anyone, and Acacia's deafness was no exception. There was a persistent hum in her chest, of the Controller repeatedly telling her to compose herself, which in her present, unrefined, destructive mood translated to a hearty wish to rip the transceiver out and strangle Acacia with the cable. This deep internal conflict must've translated, as the human frowned a little. Acacia had probably been the least-affected of the humans by the Controller's display, but it had certainly left her on edge. For all she knew, this machine before her was waiting to strike.
"Is... something the matter?" The Countess glared at the woman, her melodious tones marred with a lot more graunching and ticking.
"That insufferable elf," snarled The Countess, throwing her hands up in incoherent fury, flexing into frustrated talons as she realised Acacia could not read her cold, non-existent lips. The Countess' perspective was returning to a normalcy less involved in quantifying by what would scream the loudest upon disembowelment, which let her march to the blackboard and drag an irritable finger down it. The fact it had no effect on anybody didn't help The Countess' temper much, but she savoured it anyway as she carved out a message, gauging the silent Acacia for comprehension at the end of each line before proceeding.
THE ELF
MANIPULATES
PEDDLES RAGE
STEALS MY CALM
DO NOT TRUST HER
The Countess turned, to gaze at Acacia with a lot more teeth than she'd been revealing earlier. Beside her, Mr. M385 lurched back to life with several disconsolate hiccoughs and a violent groan. Shooting the robot a glance, The Countess shuffled out of the classroom, to go searching for Algernon.
The Countess' clockwork features betrayed neither fear nor delighted anticipation as the familiar grip of the Controller exerted itself. Afterward, she admired the gorey streak which was all that remained of the knight, content to dream of one day possessing an ounce of the Controller's talent for sadistic brutality. Well, that's what she was here for, wasn't she? Sensing nobody willing to break the bloodstained silence, the automaton queried, "Is that it? Do we fight now?" When the group's only reply was in the form of Algernon fleeing the room with a muted mumble, the Countess started after him until Holly rushed forward. Too startled to think of a reaction more appropriate than lashing out, the amalgam could only snap her jaws in affront as the elf tore the calm her right out of her, and dragged Pluck out before The Countess could comment on the development.
Acacia and The Countess were all alone in the classroom, which stunk of fear and burnt blood. With her usual calm front pilfered by that thieving scum elf, the clockwork creature was in no mood to pander to anyone, and Acacia's deafness was no exception. There was a persistent hum in her chest, of the Controller repeatedly telling her to compose herself, which in her present, unrefined, destructive mood translated to a hearty wish to rip the transceiver out and strangle Acacia with the cable. This deep internal conflict must've translated, as the human frowned a little. Acacia had probably been the least-affected of the humans by the Controller's display, but it had certainly left her on edge. For all she knew, this machine before her was waiting to strike.
"Is... something the matter?" The Countess glared at the woman, her melodious tones marred with a lot more graunching and ticking.
"That insufferable elf," snarled The Countess, throwing her hands up in incoherent fury, flexing into frustrated talons as she realised Acacia could not read her cold, non-existent lips. The Countess' perspective was returning to a normalcy less involved in quantifying by what would scream the loudest upon disembowelment, which let her march to the blackboard and drag an irritable finger down it. The fact it had no effect on anybody didn't help The Countess' temper much, but she savoured it anyway as she carved out a message, gauging the silent Acacia for comprehension at the end of each line before proceeding.
THE ELF
MANIPULATES
PEDDLES RAGE
STEALS MY CALM
DO NOT TRUST HER
The Countess turned, to gaze at Acacia with a lot more teeth than she'd been revealing earlier. Beside her, Mr. M385 lurched back to life with several disconsolate hiccoughs and a violent groan. Shooting the robot a glance, The Countess shuffled out of the classroom, to go searching for Algernon.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
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
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