Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 3: Eternity Plateau]
09-16-2011, 10:46 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
Balance drifted to the center of the village, resting his hammer on the ground and lifting his scales up to his torso. He blinked, and the dome reappeared, causing his scales to gravitate rapidly until they finally settled into a flat pattern. He sighed with relief, glad that he could still reset the situation so he could attempt to solve it properly.
Ignoring the groans emanating from the villagers at the reappearance of the dome, Balance sent out feelers to decide the best way to balance the removal of the haze from the shield. While it mostly blocked the view of the outside world, and the view of the inside from the outside, it also served as a bit of a beacon. Balance knew what he wanted to vanish from the equation - the impaired vision - so he elected to balance the equation by turning the decrease in opacity into an increase in the effectiveness of the beacon. He checked the idea with his scales. They remained flat, confirming that it would end in equivalent balance.
The haze quickly began to gather itself near the top of the dome, congealing into a nasty-looking cloud. When all the haze had gathered, the cloud it had formed expanded rapidly, turning into a dark cloud bank, roiling and twisting in place, but never straying from its spot above the village. It stood out blatantly against the clear blue sky, a black smudge hovering above the village.
Balance moved on to step two. To the naked eye, it appeared that the village was already freed from its entrapment, but Balance's eyes were far beyond such primitive assessments. There was still a field of isolation locking the town in place, making it impossible to leave. After thinking for a moment, he decided that the easiest way to solve this issue was to simply flip the entire equation. He lifted his scales again, and again they showed that his conclusion balanced out.
Strange machines materialized on the backs of each of the tribal dwellers in the village, shaped like a box, with a radio antennae on the end. They immediately began to power themselves by feeding on the energy of their hosts - not enough to kill, but enough to bring all the members of the village to their knees within seconds. The telepaths in the other village suddenly found their former mental net not snapped, but flipped inside out, leaving them with an isolation field encircling their village, one powered by the machines on the backs of the tribe who greeted Balance.
Balance strode out of the village, heedless of the villagers, who had found themselves in a new situation they were not very fond of, having unwillingly switched places with their captors. Those who had the strength cried out to him; those who did not simply moaned as he passed by. Balance ignored those who reached weakly for his ankles, already focused on correcting the next imbalance, mulling over the issue posed by Phil's band of zealots.
Balance drifted to the center of the village, resting his hammer on the ground and lifting his scales up to his torso. He blinked, and the dome reappeared, causing his scales to gravitate rapidly until they finally settled into a flat pattern. He sighed with relief, glad that he could still reset the situation so he could attempt to solve it properly.
Ignoring the groans emanating from the villagers at the reappearance of the dome, Balance sent out feelers to decide the best way to balance the removal of the haze from the shield. While it mostly blocked the view of the outside world, and the view of the inside from the outside, it also served as a bit of a beacon. Balance knew what he wanted to vanish from the equation - the impaired vision - so he elected to balance the equation by turning the decrease in opacity into an increase in the effectiveness of the beacon. He checked the idea with his scales. They remained flat, confirming that it would end in equivalent balance.
The haze quickly began to gather itself near the top of the dome, congealing into a nasty-looking cloud. When all the haze had gathered, the cloud it had formed expanded rapidly, turning into a dark cloud bank, roiling and twisting in place, but never straying from its spot above the village. It stood out blatantly against the clear blue sky, a black smudge hovering above the village.
Balance moved on to step two. To the naked eye, it appeared that the village was already freed from its entrapment, but Balance's eyes were far beyond such primitive assessments. There was still a field of isolation locking the town in place, making it impossible to leave. After thinking for a moment, he decided that the easiest way to solve this issue was to simply flip the entire equation. He lifted his scales again, and again they showed that his conclusion balanced out.
Strange machines materialized on the backs of each of the tribal dwellers in the village, shaped like a box, with a radio antennae on the end. They immediately began to power themselves by feeding on the energy of their hosts - not enough to kill, but enough to bring all the members of the village to their knees within seconds. The telepaths in the other village suddenly found their former mental net not snapped, but flipped inside out, leaving them with an isolation field encircling their village, one powered by the machines on the backs of the tribe who greeted Balance.
Balance strode out of the village, heedless of the villagers, who had found themselves in a new situation they were not very fond of, having unwillingly switched places with their captors. Those who had the strength cried out to him; those who did not simply moaned as he passed by. Balance ignored those who reached weakly for his ankles, already focused on correcting the next imbalance, mulling over the issue posed by Phil's band of zealots.
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