Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
07-15-2010, 07:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
"Well, that depends on how you define special. If it means 'pulled from somewhere other than reality,' then yes."
Karen was right. It was indeed Lloyd who had ambushed her. She wondered why he had a towel around his shoulder, but in the situation it was probably less than important.
"But the past isn't important right now- the present is. That Monitor guy says he can 'gather the most data' if we don't kill each other right off the bat, but I'm not exactly in a mood to help him out. So tell me- why shouldn't I kill you right here?"
Karen smirked back at him, showing she didn't see him as a threat. She moved her eyes down to look at where his waist would be, his eyes followed. Her hand was facing palm up between their bodies. He obviously didn't know what she was capable of. Before he could react, a ball of fire shot past his face, causing him to stumble, losing the pen. As he fell backwards, Karen shouldered him, pushing him down onto the floor. He tried to get back up, an action Karen ceased by drawing her sword and placing it in front of his neck.
"The obvious answer to that is that you couldn't kill me." A click in the background announced that the pen had ceased its arc of flight. "That, and you would have had to pull your arm back to get enough force to pierce my windpipe. In that second, I would have killed you."
"H- hey, wait a minute here. You aren't seriously going to kill me, right?" The amount of worry shown in Lloyd's face told Karen enough. He was afraid of death. But for what?
"Why do you, of all people, fear death?" She asked him.
"Because it's the end! I can't die here, I still have to do... stuff..."
So we only get one life eh? Makes sense. If this game is about fighting each other it wouldn't be right for us to respawn. I guess they made tons of these things and all kinds of people got invited, or signed up. She gazed down at Lloyd. She guessed he had acted in spur of the moment. Her entrance was sudden, and anybody could have entered. He was fortunate a merciful one such as her had been on the receiving end. She replaced the sword on her back and offered her hand to Lloyd.
"I won't kill you if you can't defend yourself. But attack me all you want, if you feel it'll help. But for now, let's just get on with this game."
Lloyd looked at her hand, deciding on what to do, before slapping it away. He raised himself off of the floor.
"I can handle myself at the least," he replied in a snarky manner, "And my name is Lloyd Conrad, commit it to memory, I don't want to repeat myself to the likes of you."
"Just Karen," She replied curtly. He didn't seem to be interested in her name though, he was just stating his own name for his own benefits. He didn't seem like much of a fighter. She realised that this game might not even be about fighting. Conflict may arise in different forms than she was used to. Well, she wasn't a muscle head or battle maniac anyhow. She would hold her own from someone who's existence apparently was from literature. Yeah, that and she was the daughter of a warrior tribe. Pfft, some people and their make believe characters. Must be another role-player that gets way too much fun from living outside of their norm. She might as well play along with his type. It would only cause them both to become annoyed if they fought over it.
The largest door of the room slid open, causing them both to focus their attention on it. Karen moved first, strolling through it, and Lloyd adopted a position behind her. the corridor ahead consisted of platforms spaced apart from each other with large gaps in between. Jumping, or even flying, was the objective to pass.
"I hope you can jump." Karen said, bounding across the gap with ease. She paused to look back, and saw Lloyd staring down into the abyss. He seemed to contemplate something. Karen moved onto the landing ahead, allowing Lloyd to take his first running jump. He landed safely on the other side, marvelling in his success. They repeated this process until they reached the other side. Karen stood waiting for Lloyd, who was catching his breath.
"Don't.." He gasped between breaths, "you... get tired?"
"Eventually, sure. I'm just used to exerting myself a hell of a lot in this body. Ever take on an army? That's tiring. This is just like jogging for me."
He seemed to regain his breath. Karen noted a machine to the right. It had a large glass sphere on the top, one that was currently empty.
"Don't panic, but we may not be the first one's to use this path."
The door hissed open, revealing a corpse of some strange animal. It had been blown apart by some unknown force. The corpse still smoked. It was fresh. Lloyd turned away, muttering
"That's way too much detail... I'd prefer it if it was vague."
Karen ignored him and examined the room. There were small doors around the whole room. Another door similar to the one they had just opened was on the left. A larger door stood on the far wall. She looked up. There were several small machines mounted to the ceiling.
"Don't move. I'll try to smash these turrets." She sprang forward without giving him time to reply. The closest turret beeped and tracked her as she moved, and rapidly started shooting bullets. She dodged to the side, throwing fireballs as she did. The combined explosive power of them fried the turret, but the others soon began shooting too. Some of them had different guns too, making Karen have to run all out to dodge. She slid her sword out, and flexed as much muscle in her right arm as she could. She did a flying leap, throwing the sword with as much force as she could, causing it to spin like a boomerang towards the turrets. They tracked that too now, but were unable to stop it's path, crushing several and passing by. The sword crashed into the floor near the other entrance. There were fewer turrets now, but they reacquired Karen as their target.
"Damnit," She moaned, "I hate sci-fi."
"Well, that depends on how you define special. If it means 'pulled from somewhere other than reality,' then yes."
Karen was right. It was indeed Lloyd who had ambushed her. She wondered why he had a towel around his shoulder, but in the situation it was probably less than important.
"But the past isn't important right now- the present is. That Monitor guy says he can 'gather the most data' if we don't kill each other right off the bat, but I'm not exactly in a mood to help him out. So tell me- why shouldn't I kill you right here?"
Karen smirked back at him, showing she didn't see him as a threat. She moved her eyes down to look at where his waist would be, his eyes followed. Her hand was facing palm up between their bodies. He obviously didn't know what she was capable of. Before he could react, a ball of fire shot past his face, causing him to stumble, losing the pen. As he fell backwards, Karen shouldered him, pushing him down onto the floor. He tried to get back up, an action Karen ceased by drawing her sword and placing it in front of his neck.
"The obvious answer to that is that you couldn't kill me." A click in the background announced that the pen had ceased its arc of flight. "That, and you would have had to pull your arm back to get enough force to pierce my windpipe. In that second, I would have killed you."
"H- hey, wait a minute here. You aren't seriously going to kill me, right?" The amount of worry shown in Lloyd's face told Karen enough. He was afraid of death. But for what?
"Why do you, of all people, fear death?" She asked him.
"Because it's the end! I can't die here, I still have to do... stuff..."
So we only get one life eh? Makes sense. If this game is about fighting each other it wouldn't be right for us to respawn. I guess they made tons of these things and all kinds of people got invited, or signed up. She gazed down at Lloyd. She guessed he had acted in spur of the moment. Her entrance was sudden, and anybody could have entered. He was fortunate a merciful one such as her had been on the receiving end. She replaced the sword on her back and offered her hand to Lloyd.
"I won't kill you if you can't defend yourself. But attack me all you want, if you feel it'll help. But for now, let's just get on with this game."
Lloyd looked at her hand, deciding on what to do, before slapping it away. He raised himself off of the floor.
"I can handle myself at the least," he replied in a snarky manner, "And my name is Lloyd Conrad, commit it to memory, I don't want to repeat myself to the likes of you."
"Just Karen," She replied curtly. He didn't seem to be interested in her name though, he was just stating his own name for his own benefits. He didn't seem like much of a fighter. She realised that this game might not even be about fighting. Conflict may arise in different forms than she was used to. Well, she wasn't a muscle head or battle maniac anyhow. She would hold her own from someone who's existence apparently was from literature. Yeah, that and she was the daughter of a warrior tribe. Pfft, some people and their make believe characters. Must be another role-player that gets way too much fun from living outside of their norm. She might as well play along with his type. It would only cause them both to become annoyed if they fought over it.
The largest door of the room slid open, causing them both to focus their attention on it. Karen moved first, strolling through it, and Lloyd adopted a position behind her. the corridor ahead consisted of platforms spaced apart from each other with large gaps in between. Jumping, or even flying, was the objective to pass.
"I hope you can jump." Karen said, bounding across the gap with ease. She paused to look back, and saw Lloyd staring down into the abyss. He seemed to contemplate something. Karen moved onto the landing ahead, allowing Lloyd to take his first running jump. He landed safely on the other side, marvelling in his success. They repeated this process until they reached the other side. Karen stood waiting for Lloyd, who was catching his breath.
"Don't.." He gasped between breaths, "you... get tired?"
"Eventually, sure. I'm just used to exerting myself a hell of a lot in this body. Ever take on an army? That's tiring. This is just like jogging for me."
He seemed to regain his breath. Karen noted a machine to the right. It had a large glass sphere on the top, one that was currently empty.
"Don't panic, but we may not be the first one's to use this path."
The door hissed open, revealing a corpse of some strange animal. It had been blown apart by some unknown force. The corpse still smoked. It was fresh. Lloyd turned away, muttering
"That's way too much detail... I'd prefer it if it was vague."
Karen ignored him and examined the room. There were small doors around the whole room. Another door similar to the one they had just opened was on the left. A larger door stood on the far wall. She looked up. There were several small machines mounted to the ceiling.
"Don't move. I'll try to smash these turrets." She sprang forward without giving him time to reply. The closest turret beeped and tracked her as she moved, and rapidly started shooting bullets. She dodged to the side, throwing fireballs as she did. The combined explosive power of them fried the turret, but the others soon began shooting too. Some of them had different guns too, making Karen have to run all out to dodge. She slid her sword out, and flexed as much muscle in her right arm as she could. She did a flying leap, throwing the sword with as much force as she could, causing it to spin like a boomerang towards the turrets. They tracked that too now, but were unable to stop it's path, crushing several and passing by. The sword crashed into the floor near the other entrance. There were fewer turrets now, but they reacquired Karen as their target.
"Damnit," She moaned, "I hate sci-fi."