Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 3: Eternity Plateau]
07-21-2012, 10:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Nothing was happening as it should.
Again.
She didn’t need this, she didn’t need to fail again, it was the opposite of what she needed.
She especially didn’t need to see him right now. He was a Project that needed finishing and now she was starting to realize that she probably didn’t have the ability to finish him. She wanted to be alone, she wanted to figure out Everything, she wanted to be certain again. So when Cole started his interrogation in earnest, she just said, “I don’t know” and tried not to sound like a little girl. She shoved the sword in his hands, which startled him immensely, and scowled her way to the dugout. The coach, who hadn’t been there before, stood up to tell her something, but she easily pushed him to the ground. After that, none of the other players stopped her from walking through the door that led to the locker room.
Cole, on his part, stared at the god-killing weapon in his hands for a long while, still unsure why she had just simply handed it over, and entertained the idea of following the little Spirit and testing it out. But he realized that he really wasn’t sure he was mentally prepared to kill something that looked like a child. He also realized that the coach was now shouting at him.
“What’re you doing just standing ‘round? The game’s ‘bout to start! Put that thing down and pick up a mitt!”
“No,” said Cole, happy that he could at least be angry with somebody. “I don’t really care about any of this.”
“Well you better start caring, kid, if we want to win the championships – “
“This is ridiculous.” He managed to tear the shirt off easily and started for the gates of the stadium, ignoring any shouting behind him, until the gates ceased to exist, unable to stand up to the combination of bored/pissed off space mercenary and the will of a god.
The umpire, surprisingly, didn’t run away and instead took up the responsibility of asking what the hell these guys thought they were doing, then was shot in the face for his troubles.
“I have come to tear down what should not exist,” proclaimed Balance, still sniffling slightly.
“No, we’re here to play a goddamn game of baseball,” Phil shot back, “’cause we still gotta finish this and you’re shit as a fighter.”
Balance looked down, simultaneously depressed, determined, and confused. “Finish what?”
Cole didn’t bother listening anymore because he had made an instant U-turn back to the dugout, walking in the manner of a person who hoped not to be noticed until it was too late.
Nothing was happening as it should.
Again.
She didn’t need this, she didn’t need to fail again, it was the opposite of what she needed.
She especially didn’t need to see him right now. He was a Project that needed finishing and now she was starting to realize that she probably didn’t have the ability to finish him. She wanted to be alone, she wanted to figure out Everything, she wanted to be certain again. So when Cole started his interrogation in earnest, she just said, “I don’t know” and tried not to sound like a little girl. She shoved the sword in his hands, which startled him immensely, and scowled her way to the dugout. The coach, who hadn’t been there before, stood up to tell her something, but she easily pushed him to the ground. After that, none of the other players stopped her from walking through the door that led to the locker room.
Cole, on his part, stared at the god-killing weapon in his hands for a long while, still unsure why she had just simply handed it over, and entertained the idea of following the little Spirit and testing it out. But he realized that he really wasn’t sure he was mentally prepared to kill something that looked like a child. He also realized that the coach was now shouting at him.
“What’re you doing just standing ‘round? The game’s ‘bout to start! Put that thing down and pick up a mitt!”
“No,” said Cole, happy that he could at least be angry with somebody. “I don’t really care about any of this.”
“Well you better start caring, kid, if we want to win the championships – “
“This is ridiculous.” He managed to tear the shirt off easily and started for the gates of the stadium, ignoring any shouting behind him, until the gates ceased to exist, unable to stand up to the combination of bored/pissed off space mercenary and the will of a god.
The umpire, surprisingly, didn’t run away and instead took up the responsibility of asking what the hell these guys thought they were doing, then was shot in the face for his troubles.
“I have come to tear down what should not exist,” proclaimed Balance, still sniffling slightly.
“No, we’re here to play a goddamn game of baseball,” Phil shot back, “’cause we still gotta finish this and you’re shit as a fighter.”
Balance looked down, simultaneously depressed, determined, and confused. “Finish what?”
Cole didn’t bother listening anymore because he had made an instant U-turn back to the dugout, walking in the manner of a person who hoped not to be noticed until it was too late.