Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 2: Infinity Express)
12-19-2010, 01:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
A criminal usually did his work at night. Thus, a vigilante had to do her work at night. Sarika hadn’t been much of a night owl at first, but she soon got used to the habit of staying up all night and it was all thanks to warm, heavenly, delicious coffee.
Okay, maybe not delicious. Actually, coffee tasted damn horrible. Always so bitter. She actually was more of a sweet-tooth. But damn her if she was going to back down and put something inside coffee besides more coffee because CAFFEINE.
But yeah actually this was horrible. Sarika set down the cup without finishing her drink. She had read somewhere that caffeine was a drug you could get addicted to. She was pretty sure if anybody wanted to cut the habit, they could just get the coffee here and be turned off by coffee forever more.
Okay, maybe one more sip. Better than getting tired randomly in the middle of some sort of important thing.
“So, any plans?” she asked Karen after downing the rest and gulping it down with a shudder.
The swordswoman, having finished her drink a while before, paused and admitted, “No. Not at all.” And then she suddenly found herself berated by a long stream of words that seemed to go on with no end in sight.
“Okay then, because I was thinking, you know, since it’s a transdimensional train thing, right, and we need to kill the Monitor, you know, or this stupid game’ll keep on going and we’ll die one by one and you know that wouldn’t be good and oh my god, Lillian! I can’t believe I almost forgot her…” Karen stared as Sarika trailed off and stared into the distance. She waited before trying to get a word in in case the bird woman had something else to say, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Sarika started up again. “But anyways, my point is, you know, that robot’s in a completely dimension or something, so usually we wouldn’t even be able to get to him, but as said before, it’s a transdimensional train, so if we take control of it and, you know, sort of steer it, we could probably get to him! We can stop him from ever doing this sort of thing again!” And finally, she seemed to be done. Karen stared at her eager grin.
“…Can we actually beat him?”
Sarika’s smile faltered, showing that at least she had some sense of what she was suggesting they go up against. “Well…failing that…we could probably drop us off in our respective homes…maybe? And forget about the whole thing…”
Karen thought about this idea a little longer. Did the game world count as a dimension, or would she actually have to be dropped off at the real world? That could be potentially interesting…
“You’d think he’d have some sort of safeguard. Against that sort of thing, I mean,” she said slowly.
Sarika was getting visibly agitated now. “But we have to try!”
“What happens if we have to derail the train to go through with either of your plans?” Karen asked nervously.
“Weeeeeell.” The winged woman paused for a long time and tapped her staff on the counter. “At least it’ll be derailed in space, I guess.”
“I don’t exactly want a train to derail anywhere,” the dark-haired woman muttered as Sarika rested a soft arm on her shoulder and stared seriously at her behind the goggles.
“Look, I’m pretty sure you want everybody to get out of this as much as I do. You can’t let a chance like this go.”
Karen stared back and conceded that, no, she couldn’t. Sarika grinned.
“Also the train’s about to do a loop-de-loop.”
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The first-aid kit was quite a welcome sight by now, after all the turning and veering and crashing into walls and other fun things that might have been a tad more fun had he a leg in better health. Instead, there was a lot of loud cursing and, after a while, just resigned, frustrated silence. Thank God for the first-aid kit.
Some of the salves he found inside were completely unrecognizable and, though there was an English translation on each of them about uses and directions, they seemed to be hilariously mistranslated. ("Ease to suffer the pentagroimeter area," "Please to not insert in improper place," "Anguish required.") They could at least be potentially useful, he supposed, and so he at least pocketed them for some other time. But he definitely recognized the bandages and the splints and oh god thank you that salve which he had no idea what it was named but it would help the swelling so much.
And as he was taking all of this and rejoicing as stoically as he could about finally doing something about his damn ankle, he couldn't help but think that there was some weird sort of sound coming from down the hall. It was sort of a familiar sound. Kind of like a tck tck tck...
And then something hard and cold collided with his back and he crashed into a door which collapsed under his weight and then things were exploding everywhere and dammit couldn't this have happened just a few seconds later geez.
The mercenary leapt to his feet rather quickly when he noticed that there appeared to be a great ball of fire flying towards him. As he ran through the door, he started to put two and two together. As he entered the second car and jumped to the side to avoid being consumed by flames, he was compiling the proofs to uphold his calculation and as he aimed his own firearm down towards an unseen enemy that he could definitely hear coming down towards him, he was jotting down the final dot of 'Q.E.D.'
And he would have opened fire had the floor not suddenly turned into the wall.
As Marcus tumbled forward, CHARLIE's legs scrabbled for some sort of purchase before finding one in the form of the passenger seats. This worked well until Marcus' head crashed painfully into its chest and they both fell back towards the door until the train turned again and they took a detour to the ceiling and then the train turned again...
This wasn't really helping his leg much.
A criminal usually did his work at night. Thus, a vigilante had to do her work at night. Sarika hadn’t been much of a night owl at first, but she soon got used to the habit of staying up all night and it was all thanks to warm, heavenly, delicious coffee.
Okay, maybe not delicious. Actually, coffee tasted damn horrible. Always so bitter. She actually was more of a sweet-tooth. But damn her if she was going to back down and put something inside coffee besides more coffee because CAFFEINE.
But yeah actually this was horrible. Sarika set down the cup without finishing her drink. She had read somewhere that caffeine was a drug you could get addicted to. She was pretty sure if anybody wanted to cut the habit, they could just get the coffee here and be turned off by coffee forever more.
Okay, maybe one more sip. Better than getting tired randomly in the middle of some sort of important thing.
“So, any plans?” she asked Karen after downing the rest and gulping it down with a shudder.
The swordswoman, having finished her drink a while before, paused and admitted, “No. Not at all.” And then she suddenly found herself berated by a long stream of words that seemed to go on with no end in sight.
“Okay then, because I was thinking, you know, since it’s a transdimensional train thing, right, and we need to kill the Monitor, you know, or this stupid game’ll keep on going and we’ll die one by one and you know that wouldn’t be good and oh my god, Lillian! I can’t believe I almost forgot her…” Karen stared as Sarika trailed off and stared into the distance. She waited before trying to get a word in in case the bird woman had something else to say, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Sarika started up again. “But anyways, my point is, you know, that robot’s in a completely dimension or something, so usually we wouldn’t even be able to get to him, but as said before, it’s a transdimensional train, so if we take control of it and, you know, sort of steer it, we could probably get to him! We can stop him from ever doing this sort of thing again!” And finally, she seemed to be done. Karen stared at her eager grin.
“…Can we actually beat him?”
Sarika’s smile faltered, showing that at least she had some sense of what she was suggesting they go up against. “Well…failing that…we could probably drop us off in our respective homes…maybe? And forget about the whole thing…”
Karen thought about this idea a little longer. Did the game world count as a dimension, or would she actually have to be dropped off at the real world? That could be potentially interesting…
“You’d think he’d have some sort of safeguard. Against that sort of thing, I mean,” she said slowly.
Sarika was getting visibly agitated now. “But we have to try!”
“What happens if we have to derail the train to go through with either of your plans?” Karen asked nervously.
“Weeeeeell.” The winged woman paused for a long time and tapped her staff on the counter. “At least it’ll be derailed in space, I guess.”
“I don’t exactly want a train to derail anywhere,” the dark-haired woman muttered as Sarika rested a soft arm on her shoulder and stared seriously at her behind the goggles.
“Look, I’m pretty sure you want everybody to get out of this as much as I do. You can’t let a chance like this go.”
Karen stared back and conceded that, no, she couldn’t. Sarika grinned.
“Also the train’s about to do a loop-de-loop.”
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The first-aid kit was quite a welcome sight by now, after all the turning and veering and crashing into walls and other fun things that might have been a tad more fun had he a leg in better health. Instead, there was a lot of loud cursing and, after a while, just resigned, frustrated silence. Thank God for the first-aid kit.
Some of the salves he found inside were completely unrecognizable and, though there was an English translation on each of them about uses and directions, they seemed to be hilariously mistranslated. ("Ease to suffer the pentagroimeter area," "Please to not insert in improper place," "Anguish required.") They could at least be potentially useful, he supposed, and so he at least pocketed them for some other time. But he definitely recognized the bandages and the splints and oh god thank you that salve which he had no idea what it was named but it would help the swelling so much.
And as he was taking all of this and rejoicing as stoically as he could about finally doing something about his damn ankle, he couldn't help but think that there was some weird sort of sound coming from down the hall. It was sort of a familiar sound. Kind of like a tck tck tck...
And then something hard and cold collided with his back and he crashed into a door which collapsed under his weight and then things were exploding everywhere and dammit couldn't this have happened just a few seconds later geez.
The mercenary leapt to his feet rather quickly when he noticed that there appeared to be a great ball of fire flying towards him. As he ran through the door, he started to put two and two together. As he entered the second car and jumped to the side to avoid being consumed by flames, he was compiling the proofs to uphold his calculation and as he aimed his own firearm down towards an unseen enemy that he could definitely hear coming down towards him, he was jotting down the final dot of 'Q.E.D.'
And he would have opened fire had the floor not suddenly turned into the wall.
As Marcus tumbled forward, CHARLIE's legs scrabbled for some sort of purchase before finding one in the form of the passenger seats. This worked well until Marcus' head crashed painfully into its chest and they both fell back towards the door until the train turned again and they took a detour to the ceiling and then the train turned again...
This wasn't really helping his leg much.