Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
12-07-2010, 10:29 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Soft lurked in the darkness, wiping off her axe quietly. It honestly wouldn't have come to this if they had just complied. It would have made everything so much easier and the ending that much closer. But now there were dead bodies that weren't caused at all by karmic death, not even close, and that sort of attracted unwanted attention and because she was smart and good, she knew when she couldn't handle a crowd of unfamiliar beings with unfamiliar biological systems rushing her in an attempt to disarm her and maybe imprison her in some way. So because she was so smart and good, she had ran and hid.
This might actually require much more subtlety than she first thought.
It was such an odd concept for Soft and she felt extremely uncomfortable with acknowledging that threats and out-right demanding would simply not work here. Hell, she was uncomfortable with simply even allowing that there were other ways to solve a problem such as this. But, well, the story had to finish and this city had to fall. It shouldn't take too long for her to be able to figure out what to do and then she could start smashing things, most likely propulsion devices and maybe faces.
Obviously everybody was going to look around for a little girl with a giant axe. So that meant, unfortunately, she'd have to put ol' Choppy away for a while. Unshouldering the large book, she let it fall open and nonchalantly just shoved the axe in. The large weapon slipped in, as though through water. Soft thought seriously about her other defining characteristics and decided that her cloak, caked with mud and blood and ragged to the point of embarrassment for anybody who had the misfortune to set eyes on it, was a bit too conspicuous and let that drop in the book as well. Brushing off her thick dress, Soft looked down at herself, twirling around, trying to decide if this was enough...
The last thing she put away were her bows. She let her long hair fall down and brushed it back annoyed, remembering why she had tied it back in the first place. She brushed it down a little before suddenly taking something else out of the book.
They'll certainly be looking for a girl with an axe. They certainly wouldn't be looking for a girl with a sickle.
Hey, she needed to arm herself. If she knew one thing, it was that the world was dangerous.
Strapping the book on her back again, Soft walked out confidently from her hiding place, back onto the streets, swinging her light sickle cheerfully. Had anybody been around, they would have probably stared strangely at her poor disguise before trying to aprehend her again. As it was, the street was mostly empty, everybody probably having moved on to try to find her somewhere else.
So it was only later that she ran into a crowd after randomly stumbling into a large square. Luckily for her, the crowd was occupied with something else, some sort of broadcast that she had not been paying attention to at all. (It could have been excused since she had none of the implants that received these 'casts, but ignoring the blaring screens that floated along in the air?) She had dropped in on time to hear a bit of the end and see the crowds staring blankly up in silent disbelief. Her book had time to write out the words '...the trick was successful and two factions suddenly rose...' before a loud noise erupted and she was suddenly in the middle of a riot.
It hadn't been particularly violent at first, most of them not exactly used to violent tendencies, but after loud, angry debates about who was in the wrong, ("You alien scum killed our leader!" "You humans! You've always had a history for being so xenophobic!") they quickly got into the swing of things and after the first punch was thrown, everybody suddenly joined in.
Soft stood there, staring up and frowning to herself. This sounded like a completely different story that needed to be resolved. But you can't have two stories going on at the same time! That was just silly and a bit inefficient! Now the endings that needed to resolve both of them conflicted! She couldn't have this war resolve with a heroic hero saving the day and then have them all die in the fall!
But this definitely sounded like a setup by a tyranical tyrant. That she definitely couldn't ignore. And this trick was done by...
Soft didn't have to take long to come to the conclusion that that tyrant was probably behind this. It was so obvious even if the book attempted to have some sort of air of suspense. (Though she had no idea how he managed to do it...) Though racial tension weren't usually the subject of many fairy tales, a tyrant was a tyrant and she needed to get the hero to come along and kill him or whatever. So where was bug boy? Sheesh, he really should have the decency to stay close at hand in case these sort of things happened.
Soft was so lost in thought that she hadn't realized that both sides had taken notice of her.The aliens hated her because of what she looked like. The humans hated her because she held a weapon, something that they were suddenly appreciating. Both circled around her and although most then became distracted with preventing the others from reaching her first, several individuals came up to her, peaceful faces twisted into a scowl.
She finally took notice of them and raised her sickle. This didn't seem to drive anybody away. So as some strangely shaped alien being leapt for her, she hooked the sickle around its head and pushed it backwards with her foot so that his head was now flying through the air. Or maybe it was some other sort of appendage. She wasn't quite sure. The rest suddenly mobbed her and she kicked and scratched whatever faces she could manage to scratch and bit when everything else failed.
"You don't attack helpless little girls!" she shrieked angrily as she beat down the small mob. She turned towards a charging rhino-gorilla-turtle thing and prepared to decapitate it or something when there were several loud blasts and the alien corpse fell down, smoking. Soft paused and looked up to where the shots seemed to have come from and saw even more bright shots coming from the roof or something. She squinted at it for a while before deciding that this was not at all important to the story and turning to find bug boy.
And then after the happy ending, she'll make sure to get everybody to fall back to the ground. The order was very important.
Soft lurked in the darkness, wiping off her axe quietly. It honestly wouldn't have come to this if they had just complied. It would have made everything so much easier and the ending that much closer. But now there were dead bodies that weren't caused at all by karmic death, not even close, and that sort of attracted unwanted attention and because she was smart and good, she knew when she couldn't handle a crowd of unfamiliar beings with unfamiliar biological systems rushing her in an attempt to disarm her and maybe imprison her in some way. So because she was so smart and good, she had ran and hid.
This might actually require much more subtlety than she first thought.
It was such an odd concept for Soft and she felt extremely uncomfortable with acknowledging that threats and out-right demanding would simply not work here. Hell, she was uncomfortable with simply even allowing that there were other ways to solve a problem such as this. But, well, the story had to finish and this city had to fall. It shouldn't take too long for her to be able to figure out what to do and then she could start smashing things, most likely propulsion devices and maybe faces.
Obviously everybody was going to look around for a little girl with a giant axe. So that meant, unfortunately, she'd have to put ol' Choppy away for a while. Unshouldering the large book, she let it fall open and nonchalantly just shoved the axe in. The large weapon slipped in, as though through water. Soft thought seriously about her other defining characteristics and decided that her cloak, caked with mud and blood and ragged to the point of embarrassment for anybody who had the misfortune to set eyes on it, was a bit too conspicuous and let that drop in the book as well. Brushing off her thick dress, Soft looked down at herself, twirling around, trying to decide if this was enough...
The last thing she put away were her bows. She let her long hair fall down and brushed it back annoyed, remembering why she had tied it back in the first place. She brushed it down a little before suddenly taking something else out of the book.
They'll certainly be looking for a girl with an axe. They certainly wouldn't be looking for a girl with a sickle.
Hey, she needed to arm herself. If she knew one thing, it was that the world was dangerous.
Strapping the book on her back again, Soft walked out confidently from her hiding place, back onto the streets, swinging her light sickle cheerfully. Had anybody been around, they would have probably stared strangely at her poor disguise before trying to aprehend her again. As it was, the street was mostly empty, everybody probably having moved on to try to find her somewhere else.
So it was only later that she ran into a crowd after randomly stumbling into a large square. Luckily for her, the crowd was occupied with something else, some sort of broadcast that she had not been paying attention to at all. (It could have been excused since she had none of the implants that received these 'casts, but ignoring the blaring screens that floated along in the air?) She had dropped in on time to hear a bit of the end and see the crowds staring blankly up in silent disbelief. Her book had time to write out the words '...the trick was successful and two factions suddenly rose...' before a loud noise erupted and she was suddenly in the middle of a riot.
It hadn't been particularly violent at first, most of them not exactly used to violent tendencies, but after loud, angry debates about who was in the wrong, ("You alien scum killed our leader!" "You humans! You've always had a history for being so xenophobic!") they quickly got into the swing of things and after the first punch was thrown, everybody suddenly joined in.
Soft stood there, staring up and frowning to herself. This sounded like a completely different story that needed to be resolved. But you can't have two stories going on at the same time! That was just silly and a bit inefficient! Now the endings that needed to resolve both of them conflicted! She couldn't have this war resolve with a heroic hero saving the day and then have them all die in the fall!
But this definitely sounded like a setup by a tyranical tyrant. That she definitely couldn't ignore. And this trick was done by...
Soft didn't have to take long to come to the conclusion that that tyrant was probably behind this. It was so obvious even if the book attempted to have some sort of air of suspense. (Though she had no idea how he managed to do it...) Though racial tension weren't usually the subject of many fairy tales, a tyrant was a tyrant and she needed to get the hero to come along and kill him or whatever. So where was bug boy? Sheesh, he really should have the decency to stay close at hand in case these sort of things happened.
Soft was so lost in thought that she hadn't realized that both sides had taken notice of her.The aliens hated her because of what she looked like. The humans hated her because she held a weapon, something that they were suddenly appreciating. Both circled around her and although most then became distracted with preventing the others from reaching her first, several individuals came up to her, peaceful faces twisted into a scowl.
She finally took notice of them and raised her sickle. This didn't seem to drive anybody away. So as some strangely shaped alien being leapt for her, she hooked the sickle around its head and pushed it backwards with her foot so that his head was now flying through the air. Or maybe it was some other sort of appendage. She wasn't quite sure. The rest suddenly mobbed her and she kicked and scratched whatever faces she could manage to scratch and bit when everything else failed.
"You don't attack helpless little girls!" she shrieked angrily as she beat down the small mob. She turned towards a charging rhino-gorilla-turtle thing and prepared to decapitate it or something when there were several loud blasts and the alien corpse fell down, smoking. Soft paused and looked up to where the shots seemed to have come from and saw even more bright shots coming from the roof or something. She squinted at it for a while before deciding that this was not at all important to the story and turning to find bug boy.
And then after the happy ending, she'll make sure to get everybody to fall back to the ground. The order was very important.