Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 2: New Shambhala]
12-29-2010, 05:50 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Oh, come on, the hero was always nearby when trouble was afoot. Why wasn’t it easier to find him? Gaaaaaaah.
And this sickle was so stupid too didn’t have the comforting heftiness of a big honking axe seriously. Though she supposed it was doing a good job keeping the masses off of her and oh man letting her hair down was a bad idea why didn’t she remember how much it had got in the way before and now people were grabbing it and gaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Why did things have to get so chaotic? Even chaos in the stories were a bit orderly. Mobs formed and dispersed in an orderly fashion. Kingdom was never really that deep in squalor after whatever magical item that had kept it so prosperous was stolen. If rogues roamed the streets, they only ever bothered whoever was plot-important. And if one more person tugged on her hair, so help her, she was going to shove this sickle so far into their eye socket that the blade would curve out and make its exit through their heart or something. Who knows, maybe some of these guys were formed in a way that made that anatomically possible.
There were citizens throwing stones all over the place, either at each other or at buildings, not that she really understood that because if you were going to be violent, why not be violent at something actually living? Gave a little more satisfaction, for one thing. And people were definitely a bit easier to bring down than buildings. Buildings were pretty much built to be a bit more resilient than their builders.
And speaking of buildings, Soft ducked into one now, trying to kick away any crazy stragglers trying to grab at her dress the nasty perverts and also trying to keep on top of the story but seriously this was getting tough and what now there was a massacre going on what how many antagonists were there supposed to be? She totally wasn’t going to fit all of the things she would have to do into one redemption plot. And wait there was another massacre going on now, this one more widespread, sort of and shoot going inside didn’t help much at all because there were people fighting inside too and actually should she be happy about massacres? But no, that wasn’t the symbolic fall of the city she wanted and if she really wanted to keep out of this annoying fight maybe she should duck into the stairwell. Phew. Fight dodged.
And now Soft crept up towards the roof, uncharacteristically silent as she tried to straighten out all the threads of information the book was giving her. Space murderer in one place, dirt goddess in another…no, she was with space murderer now and dramatic fight scene time and bug boy was doing boring research which was like adding in the tedious forensic stuff into detective stories, not that those were her forte or that she even knew about forensics in the first place.
Soft finally stopped at the roof and hesitated as the book devoted several long and dreary paragraphs about the chaos that was devouring the city all around her. It wasn’t that she had no idea what to do, more like she had no idea what to do first. Of course, there was the problem of directing bug boy back to where the story was freaking happening because you don’t just leave your protagonist out there away from the freaking action that was just poor form. And she had to figure out how to thwart the tyrant with whatever he was doing. And she had to make the city fall. And she had to make sure that the shadow man wouldn’t interrupt anything, which meant…
The previous storyline was a disaster by the end. The direction it had petered out randomly and thus it was left unfinished with no message. But she did learn something from it and that was that while it was not usually wise or fun to butt in to a god’s business, sometimes it was necessary. At least to make sure the damn story actually finishes. She made the mistake of assuming that whatever dirt goddess’ business was, it wouldn’t mess with hers, and look what happened!
So first on the list is getting dirt goddess away from everybody else, hopefully without getting demoted into non-existence.
Except the book had yet to actually tell her where to go to find them. So maybe she sort of vaguely knew the type of building they were in. It wasn’t like the book came with map directions.
So maybe focus on the redemption plot again?
…Not that she knew where the supposed protagonist and antagonist for that were either.
And destroying whatever was holding the city up was a no-go either if she had no idea where that was. So basically she was useless.
She could destroy the whole city. That was a nice thought. Would totally solve all her problems. No more stories, no more guiding…
Wait what the hell was she thinking.
The stress of the job was just getting to her, that’s all. What she needed was some sort of way to manage what seemed to be three stories going on at once. She just needed a way to separate them all. That would make it easier, right? Then no story gunk would contaminate another story.
Obviously, she would have to split the whole city into different parts and hopefully the key players would happen to be in their own separate part of the city.
…Not that she really had that much power. Splitting cities? Nobody really trusts a lowly spirit with that sort of power. She was quite certain she knew who would have that sort of power, though. Not that she knew where either of them were—
Reacting to something dully narrated to her, she quickly scanned the skies and grinned as something finally went her way.
“Hey!” she called out, hopping over the railing and leaping towards another rooftop in order to get closer to her target. “Oh Mister Scaaallllles! Come down here for a bit!”
The book also went ahead and narrated what exactly he was trying to do at this moment. Soft didn’t really understand it, but whatever he was doing, it certainly wasn’t more important than what she needed to do right now. “Mister Baallaannce!” she called out again, apparently having managed to retain someone’s name. (If you were going to remember someone’s name, might as well be a god’s.) “Stop that thing you’re doing, seriously, there’s something else you need to do!”
She clambered on over to another rooftop and had a sudden thought.
“If you don’t mind,” she added.
Oh, come on, the hero was always nearby when trouble was afoot. Why wasn’t it easier to find him? Gaaaaaaah.
And this sickle was so stupid too didn’t have the comforting heftiness of a big honking axe seriously. Though she supposed it was doing a good job keeping the masses off of her and oh man letting her hair down was a bad idea why didn’t she remember how much it had got in the way before and now people were grabbing it and gaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Why did things have to get so chaotic? Even chaos in the stories were a bit orderly. Mobs formed and dispersed in an orderly fashion. Kingdom was never really that deep in squalor after whatever magical item that had kept it so prosperous was stolen. If rogues roamed the streets, they only ever bothered whoever was plot-important. And if one more person tugged on her hair, so help her, she was going to shove this sickle so far into their eye socket that the blade would curve out and make its exit through their heart or something. Who knows, maybe some of these guys were formed in a way that made that anatomically possible.
There were citizens throwing stones all over the place, either at each other or at buildings, not that she really understood that because if you were going to be violent, why not be violent at something actually living? Gave a little more satisfaction, for one thing. And people were definitely a bit easier to bring down than buildings. Buildings were pretty much built to be a bit more resilient than their builders.
And speaking of buildings, Soft ducked into one now, trying to kick away any crazy stragglers trying to grab at her dress the nasty perverts and also trying to keep on top of the story but seriously this was getting tough and what now there was a massacre going on what how many antagonists were there supposed to be? She totally wasn’t going to fit all of the things she would have to do into one redemption plot. And wait there was another massacre going on now, this one more widespread, sort of and shoot going inside didn’t help much at all because there were people fighting inside too and actually should she be happy about massacres? But no, that wasn’t the symbolic fall of the city she wanted and if she really wanted to keep out of this annoying fight maybe she should duck into the stairwell. Phew. Fight dodged.
And now Soft crept up towards the roof, uncharacteristically silent as she tried to straighten out all the threads of information the book was giving her. Space murderer in one place, dirt goddess in another…no, she was with space murderer now and dramatic fight scene time and bug boy was doing boring research which was like adding in the tedious forensic stuff into detective stories, not that those were her forte or that she even knew about forensics in the first place.
Soft finally stopped at the roof and hesitated as the book devoted several long and dreary paragraphs about the chaos that was devouring the city all around her. It wasn’t that she had no idea what to do, more like she had no idea what to do first. Of course, there was the problem of directing bug boy back to where the story was freaking happening because you don’t just leave your protagonist out there away from the freaking action that was just poor form. And she had to figure out how to thwart the tyrant with whatever he was doing. And she had to make the city fall. And she had to make sure that the shadow man wouldn’t interrupt anything, which meant…
The previous storyline was a disaster by the end. The direction it had petered out randomly and thus it was left unfinished with no message. But she did learn something from it and that was that while it was not usually wise or fun to butt in to a god’s business, sometimes it was necessary. At least to make sure the damn story actually finishes. She made the mistake of assuming that whatever dirt goddess’ business was, it wouldn’t mess with hers, and look what happened!
So first on the list is getting dirt goddess away from everybody else, hopefully without getting demoted into non-existence.
Except the book had yet to actually tell her where to go to find them. So maybe she sort of vaguely knew the type of building they were in. It wasn’t like the book came with map directions.
So maybe focus on the redemption plot again?
…Not that she knew where the supposed protagonist and antagonist for that were either.
And destroying whatever was holding the city up was a no-go either if she had no idea where that was. So basically she was useless.
She could destroy the whole city. That was a nice thought. Would totally solve all her problems. No more stories, no more guiding…
Wait what the hell was she thinking.
The stress of the job was just getting to her, that’s all. What she needed was some sort of way to manage what seemed to be three stories going on at once. She just needed a way to separate them all. That would make it easier, right? Then no story gunk would contaminate another story.
Obviously, she would have to split the whole city into different parts and hopefully the key players would happen to be in their own separate part of the city.
…Not that she really had that much power. Splitting cities? Nobody really trusts a lowly spirit with that sort of power. She was quite certain she knew who would have that sort of power, though. Not that she knew where either of them were—
Reacting to something dully narrated to her, she quickly scanned the skies and grinned as something finally went her way.
“Hey!” she called out, hopping over the railing and leaping towards another rooftop in order to get closer to her target. “Oh Mister Scaaallllles! Come down here for a bit!”
The book also went ahead and narrated what exactly he was trying to do at this moment. Soft didn’t really understand it, but whatever he was doing, it certainly wasn’t more important than what she needed to do right now. “Mister Baallaannce!” she called out again, apparently having managed to retain someone’s name. (If you were going to remember someone’s name, might as well be a god’s.) “Stop that thing you’re doing, seriously, there’s something else you need to do!”
She clambered on over to another rooftop and had a sudden thought.
“If you don’t mind,” she added.