Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
07-13-2010, 06:58 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Sarika glared around at her room behind her goggles but found nothing much to glare at besides broken glass tubes and green splotches. She was...frustrated. There was nothing to attack here, however, so she tried working off her frustration by stomping down the corridor in front of her.
This was...unimaginable. Inexcusable. As the prophetess tried to keep aware of her rather boring surroundings, avoiding sticky green goo, she fumed over what had just occurred and the implications of everything the Monitor had said. The Monitor...now how did that name pop into her head? In any case, the being was forcing people to fight to the death. From the cursory introductions, it was possible many of them were just innocent beings minding their own business before being forced to battle for it. Even a little girl! (At this point, Sarika pounded her foot on the floor so hard that she possibly broke a talon.) And it had implied another battle was in progress or had finished. Maybe there were even more going on. And for what! Nothing! There was no reason for something as sickening as this and even if one had been given, whatever it would have been, it would have been unacceptable.
Okay. Okay. Sarika let out a slow breath and calmed down a little. She had to pay attention here. Even if this whole situation was ridiculous and absolutely infuriating...
The Monitor, if that was its name, had exhibited god-like powers. But it was no god. No god would do this sort of thing. As far as she had seen, it was a robot. A cold, unfeeling robot who had no business whisking people from their homes for whatever robot reasons it had. It was not all-powerful. To make sure nothing of this sort would happen again, she would have to deal with this robot. She would dismantle the Monitor.
The bird-woman had absolutely no idea how, but it didn't matter. It would have to be done. But until she figured out a way to approach it or the gods allowed her an inspiration, she would have to play along. Maybe make allies to help her destroy it. If she had to kill, then it would have to be someone who deserved it...
Satisfied with her somewhat vague plan, Sarika was brought back to earth by a strange hissing noise and looked up to the ceiling to find a white creature shaped in a form of ultimate terror. There were many eyes and many legs and horrible, sharp teeth and what may be pincers. Grimacing, she jabbed her staff upwards much like a housewife dislodges a spider with a broom handle and attempted to skewer it before it leapt down towards her. Of course, staffs can't skewer very well. The creature, though, with its momentum, managed to break something and bounced off onto the floor, clutching its wounded gut. Sarika stared at it suspiciously as she moved on, circling around it gingerly and hoping that it was disinclined to attack her now.
Ahead of her she could see a circular room. Entering it, she couldn't help but notice two doors. One was leading ahead, across a treacherous-looking path that crossed a huge chasm, the other beside the corridor she had just gone through. Thinking that this was the room that connected the contestants, the woman blinked and let out a little smile. Yes, it was definitely the little girl...Lillian.
...Could she handle the strange beasts that lurked around...?
Sarika wasn't about to let a little girl possibly get into danger. The beads on her staff clattering, she hurried down the corridor that she was sure would lead her to Lillian.
Sarika glared around at her room behind her goggles but found nothing much to glare at besides broken glass tubes and green splotches. She was...frustrated. There was nothing to attack here, however, so she tried working off her frustration by stomping down the corridor in front of her.
This was...unimaginable. Inexcusable. As the prophetess tried to keep aware of her rather boring surroundings, avoiding sticky green goo, she fumed over what had just occurred and the implications of everything the Monitor had said. The Monitor...now how did that name pop into her head? In any case, the being was forcing people to fight to the death. From the cursory introductions, it was possible many of them were just innocent beings minding their own business before being forced to battle for it. Even a little girl! (At this point, Sarika pounded her foot on the floor so hard that she possibly broke a talon.) And it had implied another battle was in progress or had finished. Maybe there were even more going on. And for what! Nothing! There was no reason for something as sickening as this and even if one had been given, whatever it would have been, it would have been unacceptable.
Okay. Okay. Sarika let out a slow breath and calmed down a little. She had to pay attention here. Even if this whole situation was ridiculous and absolutely infuriating...
The Monitor, if that was its name, had exhibited god-like powers. But it was no god. No god would do this sort of thing. As far as she had seen, it was a robot. A cold, unfeeling robot who had no business whisking people from their homes for whatever robot reasons it had. It was not all-powerful. To make sure nothing of this sort would happen again, she would have to deal with this robot. She would dismantle the Monitor.
The bird-woman had absolutely no idea how, but it didn't matter. It would have to be done. But until she figured out a way to approach it or the gods allowed her an inspiration, she would have to play along. Maybe make allies to help her destroy it. If she had to kill, then it would have to be someone who deserved it...
Satisfied with her somewhat vague plan, Sarika was brought back to earth by a strange hissing noise and looked up to the ceiling to find a white creature shaped in a form of ultimate terror. There were many eyes and many legs and horrible, sharp teeth and what may be pincers. Grimacing, she jabbed her staff upwards much like a housewife dislodges a spider with a broom handle and attempted to skewer it before it leapt down towards her. Of course, staffs can't skewer very well. The creature, though, with its momentum, managed to break something and bounced off onto the floor, clutching its wounded gut. Sarika stared at it suspiciously as she moved on, circling around it gingerly and hoping that it was disinclined to attack her now.
Ahead of her she could see a circular room. Entering it, she couldn't help but notice two doors. One was leading ahead, across a treacherous-looking path that crossed a huge chasm, the other beside the corridor she had just gone through. Thinking that this was the room that connected the contestants, the woman blinked and let out a little smile. Yes, it was definitely the little girl...Lillian.
...Could she handle the strange beasts that lurked around...?
Sarika wasn't about to let a little girl possibly get into danger. The beads on her staff clattering, she hurried down the corridor that she was sure would lead her to Lillian.