Re: Mini-Grand 5111 [Round 1: Pan Asia Airways Flight 1727]
10-09-2011, 09:26 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Chaos aboard the Pan Asia Airway continued to accelerate, especially with the four contestants on board of this particular futuristic air transport. Kay had not really place much thought on how dangerous her current situation was. This particular duelist was reputed to be a loose cannon, and she was just as suicidal now as when she was alive. Regardless, she was more annoyed at the fact that her selection of opponents was horrible than how the plane was accelerating down at a frightening pace.
“ANYONE DARE TO CHALLENGE ME?” Kay yelled out, punctuating each violent word with a dramatic swerve of her head, spraying blood over the trembling people. However, the frightened passengers were too busy in their own business of taking in what happened. “ANYONE?” The duelist screamed out again, nearly knocking down a running flight attendant with her massive mask. “ANYONE?!”
This was ridiculous! She herself was ridiculous. Kay was extremely disappointed at herself. These people are unworthy opponents, with their disgusting quailing. Ugh, so unromantic. How could she think of them as anything remotely even fightable? In a fit of emotions, Kay kicked a nearby chair, tearing the stuffing out with her wicked spurs. Her annoyance was rapidly evolving into pure anger and Kay herself was at the threshold of self-control. She really needed her fix, but it was not happening!
The passengers could feel her anger, almost too well for their own comfort. They were fed the uneasiness of her unpleasant aura, her horrible supernatural ability. Like agitated cattle in amidst of the upcoming storm, the men and women, the young and old, the tourists and the employees in her nearby vicinity grew increasing restless. However, soon the crippling uncertainty exploded into storm of chaos. People started to jump out of their own chairs, screaming their lungs out and bumping to each other.
Kay simply just stood there. She was not exactly angry anymore, but she was still pretty angry. Why does these sort of things happen around her? She cannot pick out a worthy target if they just ran around and waved around her arms. No use in calming them down, they were all garbage anyway. She needed to get to greener pastures.
She sheathed her bloody saber back into the gaping wound of her chest, spraying even more blood on people around her. With a light to her steps, she sprinted, wedging away errant with a wet shove of her elbow. Kay sighed to herself. Why does it always have to be her who has to find her opponents, not the other way around? Well, it’s not like that fact bothers me, she thought to herself as she advanced, leaving behind bloody footprints.
Chaos aboard the Pan Asia Airway continued to accelerate, especially with the four contestants on board of this particular futuristic air transport. Kay had not really place much thought on how dangerous her current situation was. This particular duelist was reputed to be a loose cannon, and she was just as suicidal now as when she was alive. Regardless, she was more annoyed at the fact that her selection of opponents was horrible than how the plane was accelerating down at a frightening pace.
“ANYONE DARE TO CHALLENGE ME?” Kay yelled out, punctuating each violent word with a dramatic swerve of her head, spraying blood over the trembling people. However, the frightened passengers were too busy in their own business of taking in what happened. “ANYONE?” The duelist screamed out again, nearly knocking down a running flight attendant with her massive mask. “ANYONE?!”
This was ridiculous! She herself was ridiculous. Kay was extremely disappointed at herself. These people are unworthy opponents, with their disgusting quailing. Ugh, so unromantic. How could she think of them as anything remotely even fightable? In a fit of emotions, Kay kicked a nearby chair, tearing the stuffing out with her wicked spurs. Her annoyance was rapidly evolving into pure anger and Kay herself was at the threshold of self-control. She really needed her fix, but it was not happening!
The passengers could feel her anger, almost too well for their own comfort. They were fed the uneasiness of her unpleasant aura, her horrible supernatural ability. Like agitated cattle in amidst of the upcoming storm, the men and women, the young and old, the tourists and the employees in her nearby vicinity grew increasing restless. However, soon the crippling uncertainty exploded into storm of chaos. People started to jump out of their own chairs, screaming their lungs out and bumping to each other.
Kay simply just stood there. She was not exactly angry anymore, but she was still pretty angry. Why does these sort of things happen around her? She cannot pick out a worthy target if they just ran around and waved around her arms. No use in calming them down, they were all garbage anyway. She needed to get to greener pastures.
She sheathed her bloody saber back into the gaping wound of her chest, spraying even more blood on people around her. With a light to her steps, she sprinted, wedging away errant with a wet shove of her elbow. Kay sighed to herself. Why does it always have to be her who has to find her opponents, not the other way around? Well, it’s not like that fact bothers me, she thought to herself as she advanced, leaving behind bloody footprints.