Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-09-2010, 11:43 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Something was wrong. Something was distressingly wrong.
Balance was just now judging the future of a poor swindling fraud who lost his life in a car accident, when from one moment on the other, he was instead delivering that man's punishment upon a gaudy living room table, which surprising no one didn't really react to the sentence. Within that instant, however, there were at least 20 minutes, even though an instant usually is instant. He remembered those minutes that weren't actually there, but with information and people actually here. From anyone's point of view except Balance's this would make a lot less sense. From within that moment, he also kept memories of a certain someone who called himself the Executor, who was not only able to subdue him, but also transporting him from one place to the other. He could move a god. He also was able to herd together seven other individuals, and intends to have them face off just for the hell of it. The order he so loved was nowhere to be found. He ground what could have been his teeth a bit, then shook the malaise of the situation off to get a better grasp on it. Balance figured getting everything straightened out would be easier out loud:
"The Executor could rip me away from my seat, and place me in a battle to the death. This man comes frightfully close to being a god, if he isn't already one. In a certain sense he is, since he seems to have complete control of this environment. But this place, it's not real, it's just a copy of the original. A pocket world. He's faking the power by putting us in his arena, under his rules. What to do..."
Balance tried and succeded at creating a small cube. It hovered in the air for however long it was being created, then fell to the ground with a soft thud. "He doesn't seem to control everything. We can all change and edit this world of his. This entire space was created to be thrown away after the fight."
For the first time since the start of his monologue, he tried to recall what the Executor mentioned about the place he was chucked in. The Rainy Place. He remembered it being a parasite on worlds, eating all in its path, but as far as he was concerned, it was an ordinary living room giving way towards the equally ordinary kitchen. Nothing about what he saw - barring the glimpse of a man covered in dead insects - struck him as being a leech on anything, much less this entire world.
Annoyed as to how many times he had used the word 'world' in different meanings already, and maybe even a bit confused on the matter he shifted his thoughts towards the contestants. The majority of the lineup would either have to be very brave, very deceiving, or very dumb to take on Balance. But there was one contestant that caught his eyes. The life goddess Ur. Her appearance, demeanor, title... everything was just fitting too perfectly. She was too much like him.
Pacing through the hallways of the far too ordinary house, he eventually crossed ways with someone who wasn't at all Ur and shouldn't be taking up his time. Giving Soft a cold shoulder she didn't like in the least, Balance continued. "You are a fool, girl. Only gods deliver judgement," he muttered while walking past her. The girl mumbled a curse because really what's his deal just rolling by like he owns the freaking place. Taking note of her relatively short temper, Balance soon arrived in the master bedroom, noticing Ur staring at nothing in particular. "M-Mother?"
Something was wrong. Something was distressingly wrong.
Balance was just now judging the future of a poor swindling fraud who lost his life in a car accident, when from one moment on the other, he was instead delivering that man's punishment upon a gaudy living room table, which surprising no one didn't really react to the sentence. Within that instant, however, there were at least 20 minutes, even though an instant usually is instant. He remembered those minutes that weren't actually there, but with information and people actually here. From anyone's point of view except Balance's this would make a lot less sense. From within that moment, he also kept memories of a certain someone who called himself the Executor, who was not only able to subdue him, but also transporting him from one place to the other. He could move a god. He also was able to herd together seven other individuals, and intends to have them face off just for the hell of it. The order he so loved was nowhere to be found. He ground what could have been his teeth a bit, then shook the malaise of the situation off to get a better grasp on it. Balance figured getting everything straightened out would be easier out loud:
"The Executor could rip me away from my seat, and place me in a battle to the death. This man comes frightfully close to being a god, if he isn't already one. In a certain sense he is, since he seems to have complete control of this environment. But this place, it's not real, it's just a copy of the original. A pocket world. He's faking the power by putting us in his arena, under his rules. What to do..."
Balance tried and succeded at creating a small cube. It hovered in the air for however long it was being created, then fell to the ground with a soft thud. "He doesn't seem to control everything. We can all change and edit this world of his. This entire space was created to be thrown away after the fight."
For the first time since the start of his monologue, he tried to recall what the Executor mentioned about the place he was chucked in. The Rainy Place. He remembered it being a parasite on worlds, eating all in its path, but as far as he was concerned, it was an ordinary living room giving way towards the equally ordinary kitchen. Nothing about what he saw - barring the glimpse of a man covered in dead insects - struck him as being a leech on anything, much less this entire world.
Annoyed as to how many times he had used the word 'world' in different meanings already, and maybe even a bit confused on the matter he shifted his thoughts towards the contestants. The majority of the lineup would either have to be very brave, very deceiving, or very dumb to take on Balance. But there was one contestant that caught his eyes. The life goddess Ur. Her appearance, demeanor, title... everything was just fitting too perfectly. She was too much like him.
Pacing through the hallways of the far too ordinary house, he eventually crossed ways with someone who wasn't at all Ur and shouldn't be taking up his time. Giving Soft a cold shoulder she didn't like in the least, Balance continued. "You are a fool, girl. Only gods deliver judgement," he muttered while walking past her. The girl mumbled a curse because really what's his deal just rolling by like he owns the freaking place. Taking note of her relatively short temper, Balance soon arrived in the master bedroom, noticing Ur staring at nothing in particular. "M-Mother?"
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