Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-10-2010, 11:22 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Ur had been seated on the bed (or, rather, seated just above it, hovering idly several inches above the rumpled quilt) before Balance arrived. Her hands were folded serenely in her lap, but the left one slowly slipped out, fingertips barely touching the fabric of the blanket; as her nails brushed it, a grey spot slowly began spreading across the bed. As the other god entered, the grey patch had spread to cover half the bed, and was growing upwards as well; rank stalks of fungal growth reached towards the ceiling, spindly cellulose fingers tipped with black globules of spores. Balance, however, payed no mind to, and may not even have noticed, the rapidly-spreading mold, focusing instead on the placid goddess sitting above the middle of it.
The slightly-lolling head straightened up and turned directly towards Balance, empty eyes fixed on his. Cracked lips silently mouthed "mother" and Ur stood slowly up, feet hanging limply above the floor. It was impossible to divine what passed for thought in the mind of what remained of the goddess, but she was slowly hovering towards the other god, repeatedly mouthing mother; each iteration came faster until her lips were twitching meaninglessly. Even as her fingers slid off the bed, the mold continued to creep across its substrate. Balance took a confused step backwards as Ur approached, unsure of how to react.
Finally, her lips stilled as she drew level with the grey man. Featureless eyes stared unblinkingly as she slowly raised a hand; Balance reached up to take it, but as his fingers reached forth it hissed through the air and slammed into his face. He reeled and collapsed, robes snapping through the air as he fell backwards. He looked up, fingers on his cheek; Ur was hovering above him, formerly-impassive face a rictus of rage.
Ur had been seated on the bed (or, rather, seated just above it, hovering idly several inches above the rumpled quilt) before Balance arrived. Her hands were folded serenely in her lap, but the left one slowly slipped out, fingertips barely touching the fabric of the blanket; as her nails brushed it, a grey spot slowly began spreading across the bed. As the other god entered, the grey patch had spread to cover half the bed, and was growing upwards as well; rank stalks of fungal growth reached towards the ceiling, spindly cellulose fingers tipped with black globules of spores. Balance, however, payed no mind to, and may not even have noticed, the rapidly-spreading mold, focusing instead on the placid goddess sitting above the middle of it.
The slightly-lolling head straightened up and turned directly towards Balance, empty eyes fixed on his. Cracked lips silently mouthed "mother" and Ur stood slowly up, feet hanging limply above the floor. It was impossible to divine what passed for thought in the mind of what remained of the goddess, but she was slowly hovering towards the other god, repeatedly mouthing mother; each iteration came faster until her lips were twitching meaninglessly. Even as her fingers slid off the bed, the mold continued to creep across its substrate. Balance took a confused step backwards as Ur approached, unsure of how to react.
Finally, her lips stilled as she drew level with the grey man. Featureless eyes stared unblinkingly as she slowly raised a hand; Balance reached up to take it, but as his fingers reached forth it hissed through the air and slammed into his face. He reeled and collapsed, robes snapping through the air as he fell backwards. He looked up, fingers on his cheek; Ur was hovering above him, formerly-impassive face a rictus of rage.