Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 2: Infinity Express)
09-19-2010, 09:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Sarika managed to keep her balance, but after a moment, she decided to sit down anyways and stared out the window. They were definitely moving, but with a literally non-existant scenery, it was rather hard to tell. The train turned sharply as if to remind her they were.
Her ears were still ringing from the recent explosion. That had been much too close. And to her shame, she found herself relieved to be alive. Even with her shame, she couldn't help but think 'at least it's her and not me.' What was wrong with her? Wasn't she determined to kill herself only a moment ago? For the good of everybody else? Wasn't she self-sacrificing? Wasn't she a hero?
Or...was it false determination? Would she have chickened out when it actually came to throwing herself onto jagged metal? Was she just a disillusioned child pretending to do good? Would she really back down so easily when her life was immediately threatened? Were her morals actually...no better than the average person's...?"
Sarika pulled off the hefty headdress and ran a wing through her hair and sighed and rubbed her eyes. This battle was making her question her very purpose.
She hated it.
Yes...it was all the Monitor's fault. That emotionless machine. The one who started the whole thing and the one who thus should be punished. Preferably before any more casualties.
The train could apparently travel between dimensions. Perhaps she could somehow steer it...maybe it was possible to turn the train back to the Monitor...
But first she had to find Lillian.
Actually, where was she right now?
Sarika stood up again and, after testing out her newly healed leg and arm, looked around. She had been sitting on a very soft bed. Obviously one of the rooms. It was a very luxurious bedroom, to say the least. She had never seen many trains, but the ones she did see had a simple bunkbed - the bottom would fold up into a couch and the other folded up into the wall. Here, it looked as though they dragged a queen-sized bed in here. It was surprising that the bed didn't shake or move around while the train went along. But she wasn't thinking too much about that. Her attention was focused on the two figures in bed. One was on top of the other.
Sarika could feel herself flushing and loudly stuttered out a 'Sorry!' even though it was quite obvious that they couldn't hear her. She felt behind her for a door and quickly ran out, trying to banish all thought of what she had just seen out of her mind. It was very difficult.
Okay. Okay. What was she doing? Oh right. Lillian. Must find Lillian. Especially if this sort of activity was going on in this stupid train...
Sarika managed to keep her balance, but after a moment, she decided to sit down anyways and stared out the window. They were definitely moving, but with a literally non-existant scenery, it was rather hard to tell. The train turned sharply as if to remind her they were.
Her ears were still ringing from the recent explosion. That had been much too close. And to her shame, she found herself relieved to be alive. Even with her shame, she couldn't help but think 'at least it's her and not me.' What was wrong with her? Wasn't she determined to kill herself only a moment ago? For the good of everybody else? Wasn't she self-sacrificing? Wasn't she a hero?
Or...was it false determination? Would she have chickened out when it actually came to throwing herself onto jagged metal? Was she just a disillusioned child pretending to do good? Would she really back down so easily when her life was immediately threatened? Were her morals actually...no better than the average person's...?"
Sarika pulled off the hefty headdress and ran a wing through her hair and sighed and rubbed her eyes. This battle was making her question her very purpose.
She hated it.
Yes...it was all the Monitor's fault. That emotionless machine. The one who started the whole thing and the one who thus should be punished. Preferably before any more casualties.
The train could apparently travel between dimensions. Perhaps she could somehow steer it...maybe it was possible to turn the train back to the Monitor...
But first she had to find Lillian.
Actually, where was she right now?
Sarika stood up again and, after testing out her newly healed leg and arm, looked around. She had been sitting on a very soft bed. Obviously one of the rooms. It was a very luxurious bedroom, to say the least. She had never seen many trains, but the ones she did see had a simple bunkbed - the bottom would fold up into a couch and the other folded up into the wall. Here, it looked as though they dragged a queen-sized bed in here. It was surprising that the bed didn't shake or move around while the train went along. But she wasn't thinking too much about that. Her attention was focused on the two figures in bed. One was on top of the other.
Sarika could feel herself flushing and loudly stuttered out a 'Sorry!' even though it was quite obvious that they couldn't hear her. She felt behind her for a door and quickly ran out, trying to banish all thought of what she had just seen out of her mind. It was very difficult.
Okay. Okay. What was she doing? Oh right. Lillian. Must find Lillian. Especially if this sort of activity was going on in this stupid train...