Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-28-2010, 02:30 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Ur watched the other god leave, breast heaving and teeth bared; it would be impossible to divine what or if she was thinking, but it was clear that fury and violence were the orders of the day. As BAlance turned a corner, she let loose with an animal ululation, one hand scything towards the wall; the plaster crumbled beneath her nails, leaving several deep gashes. Around the edge of those gashes, small mushrooms began springing up, each making an oddly-cheerful "fwup" noise as their radically-accelerated growth made their caps pop open. The mold in the room behind the decrepit goddess was growing ever faster; in addition to creeping across every available and growing ever upwards, it appeared that the fetid mass of fungus was stirring of its own accord. It could well have been an illusion created by its unnatural growth, but believing that while watching its subtle shifting would have been difficult.
As Ur's screams trailed off into a gurgling choke, the sound of conversation from elsewhere in the house reached her. She began drifting slowly down the hallway, hands held out such that her fingers were pressed through the drywall; as she drew gradually closer to the other contestants, the only sounds following her were the cracking of the walls, the popping of dozens of tiny mushrooms springing up in her fingers' wake, and a rather ominous creaking from the room behind her. As she reached the turn Balance had disappeared at, the lights disappeared; the last thing an observer would have seen before the stygian gloom of the Rainy Place filled the house would have been several tendrils of slick grey mold pressing their way into the hallway.
The lack of light didn't really affect the shriveled remnant of Creation much: divinity didn't really require traditional senses in any case, and the ghosts that inhabited the forlorn goddess's being would easily have been able to approximate sight in any case. These facts made the faintly-reddish glow from her eyes seem almost silly and redundant. Ur hovered through the increasingly-soaked house, watching incuriously as weeds and vines spread across floor and walls. Bathed in the dim light from her eyes, one such tendril wrapped around a standing lamp; as it reached the globe, she impassively flicked her fingers at it. Slowly at first but with increasing speed, dusty orange patches began springing up on the vine's leaves and eventually its stem. It shuddered for a few moments, then slumped; it didn't uncoil so much as relax and slide down the lamp's shaft. Ur's expression didn't change as the vine drooped, but there was a slight air of satisfaction as she felt the infection spread to other parts of the plant and across to other plants. Leaving one hand gouging the wall and spawning fungus, she moved towards the source of the vines.
The red-tinted sight that greeted her was odd. A pair of the others that had been introduced earlier were standing there, windows open and rain pouring in, vines writing and exploring; neither was saying anything, but the smaller one was pointing towards a flight of stairs. As the infection spread through the creepers, the taller figure began to take notice. Ur simply hovered placidly, still face betraying nothing.
Ur watched the other god leave, breast heaving and teeth bared; it would be impossible to divine what or if she was thinking, but it was clear that fury and violence were the orders of the day. As BAlance turned a corner, she let loose with an animal ululation, one hand scything towards the wall; the plaster crumbled beneath her nails, leaving several deep gashes. Around the edge of those gashes, small mushrooms began springing up, each making an oddly-cheerful "fwup" noise as their radically-accelerated growth made their caps pop open. The mold in the room behind the decrepit goddess was growing ever faster; in addition to creeping across every available and growing ever upwards, it appeared that the fetid mass of fungus was stirring of its own accord. It could well have been an illusion created by its unnatural growth, but believing that while watching its subtle shifting would have been difficult.
As Ur's screams trailed off into a gurgling choke, the sound of conversation from elsewhere in the house reached her. She began drifting slowly down the hallway, hands held out such that her fingers were pressed through the drywall; as she drew gradually closer to the other contestants, the only sounds following her were the cracking of the walls, the popping of dozens of tiny mushrooms springing up in her fingers' wake, and a rather ominous creaking from the room behind her. As she reached the turn Balance had disappeared at, the lights disappeared; the last thing an observer would have seen before the stygian gloom of the Rainy Place filled the house would have been several tendrils of slick grey mold pressing their way into the hallway.
The lack of light didn't really affect the shriveled remnant of Creation much: divinity didn't really require traditional senses in any case, and the ghosts that inhabited the forlorn goddess's being would easily have been able to approximate sight in any case. These facts made the faintly-reddish glow from her eyes seem almost silly and redundant. Ur hovered through the increasingly-soaked house, watching incuriously as weeds and vines spread across floor and walls. Bathed in the dim light from her eyes, one such tendril wrapped around a standing lamp; as it reached the globe, she impassively flicked her fingers at it. Slowly at first but with increasing speed, dusty orange patches began springing up on the vine's leaves and eventually its stem. It shuddered for a few moments, then slumped; it didn't uncoil so much as relax and slide down the lamp's shaft. Ur's expression didn't change as the vine drooped, but there was a slight air of satisfaction as she felt the infection spread to other parts of the plant and across to other plants. Leaving one hand gouging the wall and spawning fungus, she moved towards the source of the vines.
The red-tinted sight that greeted her was odd. A pair of the others that had been introduced earlier were standing there, windows open and rain pouring in, vines writing and exploring; neither was saying anything, but the smaller one was pointing towards a flight of stairs. As the infection spread through the creepers, the taller figure began to take notice. Ur simply hovered placidly, still face betraying nothing.