Re: Mini-Grand 5111 [Round 2: Greenport, Massachusetts]
01-05-2012, 06:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
The Grand Master hunched over in his seat, his gnarled fingers looped underneath his scarred chin. News had been around that the Recondite Sect of Greenport had suffered heavy causalities from a skirmish - and he could not help but smile. The town was significantly populated but there could only be so many sacrifices - cattle to feed their incoming God.
Now that the other cult was crippled, there was more bounty for him to harvest - he had to act fast - for the cults were like ravenous wolves. As the hooded figures - the elite of the elite - looked on with passive interest, the Grand Master took out an artifact - a tome whose cover was lovingly crafted from the skins of the ritualized corpses. Thumbing through the pages, he finally found the notes he was looking for...
[color=#JUSTICE]Batman's eye lit up as his fishbowl helmet fogged up from his excited breathing. This iridescent wiseman had said everything. How, as the Caped Crusader. could he resist the call of duty? The endangered innocents needed his help and as the savior of the night, he would do his best to save these helpless lives. He was Batman, after all, and as Batman, he would beat that wreck down. He started to blurt out, "BATMAN WOULD--"[/color]
The duelist interrupted Batman's declaration with a clawed hand. Kay was shocked (and extremely irritated) at Rannus's proposal. The magic ston man's plan was ludricious - impossible! Probably all that magic middling his brain or whatever equivalent he has. Needless to say, his operation was a no-go for the bloody spirit. "How you expect us to deal with that?" Kay swung her saber at the burning wreck for emphasis. "It's dangerous. It's on fire. Plus, it's about ten thousand feet in the air."
Rannus frowned a bit. The ghostly fighter was not understanding or perhaps, pretending not to understand at all! "No. No. No." The Archmage waved his spindly hand to reinforce his expression. "I do not expect you to deal with the wreck now. Safety of the citizens is a bigger priority. Could you" Rannus paused for a second as he collected his thoughts "evacuate the locals?"
Kay's annoyance evolved into positive fury- because she hated to mince words, because her duel with Batman was again interrupted, but mostly because she did not like the idea of a crystal stranger ordering her around. In a short iota of time, the duelist swung her saber at Rannus's chin, causing a bit of a finch from the Archmage and raised fists from the on-duty Batman.
Rannus wringed his crystalline hands in apprehension. So long, his good intentions had burned strong. Yet, his plans and actions, all operations dashed into dust. Bueno Aires, his home world, there was an alarming amount of setbacks as far as he could remember. This was almost...frustrating,
but he had to salvage it. "Think of lives," Rannus whispered.
Kay cocked her head, the sword danced to the Archmage's neck. The emotionless eyes of her masks boring a hole into Rannus. "Explain."
Rannus sighed. "Yes, it would be conversatively safe to abandon this place, run off to the horizon of the rising sun. Yet, remember, when you walk away, your consciousness will be painted guilty with the blood of the slain innocents, innocents you fail to save."
Kay twitched a little, a sign of arguments bypassing her stubborn mind. Rannus knew the tables had turn in such a short periodof time, but he had to keep going. "What is the color of new blood? Red, red as guilt can be. Oh Kay, why do you dress in red. Is the damp guilt weighing you down in this earthly realm as blood weighs down fine gossamer?"
The wreckage was still falling. The townpeople were still looking. The seconds that flew seemed like hours, perhaps even days. Kay did not want to do this job. Yet, the wizard really did hit a spot in her mind. There was something so...correct about what he had say. The rightness was crippling. Redemption? Knowledge of her death? The reasons were unknow, but she, she had to save the townsfolk.
"Fine." Kay's words were brief, but somewhat defeated. "Let's go evacuate the townsfolk."
The ghost walked off to the wary but confused citizens of the town. Batman followed afterward, his fists readied and his suspicions heightened - after all that masked lady did attempt to harm Rannus, who was clearly a good guy. As for Rannus, he just continued to mull his plans. However, the Archmage could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment, however small.
The Grand Master hunched over in his seat, his gnarled fingers looped underneath his scarred chin. News had been around that the Recondite Sect of Greenport had suffered heavy causalities from a skirmish - and he could not help but smile. The town was significantly populated but there could only be so many sacrifices - cattle to feed their incoming God.
Now that the other cult was crippled, there was more bounty for him to harvest - he had to act fast - for the cults were like ravenous wolves. As the hooded figures - the elite of the elite - looked on with passive interest, the Grand Master took out an artifact - a tome whose cover was lovingly crafted from the skins of the ritualized corpses. Thumbing through the pages, he finally found the notes he was looking for...
***
[color=#JUSTICE]Batman's eye lit up as his fishbowl helmet fogged up from his excited breathing. This iridescent wiseman had said everything. How, as the Caped Crusader. could he resist the call of duty? The endangered innocents needed his help and as the savior of the night, he would do his best to save these helpless lives. He was Batman, after all, and as Batman, he would beat that wreck down. He started to blurt out, "BATMAN WOULD--"[/color]
The duelist interrupted Batman's declaration with a clawed hand. Kay was shocked (and extremely irritated) at Rannus's proposal. The magic ston man's plan was ludricious - impossible! Probably all that magic middling his brain or whatever equivalent he has. Needless to say, his operation was a no-go for the bloody spirit. "How you expect us to deal with that?" Kay swung her saber at the burning wreck for emphasis. "It's dangerous. It's on fire. Plus, it's about ten thousand feet in the air."
Rannus frowned a bit. The ghostly fighter was not understanding or perhaps, pretending not to understand at all! "No. No. No." The Archmage waved his spindly hand to reinforce his expression. "I do not expect you to deal with the wreck now. Safety of the citizens is a bigger priority. Could you" Rannus paused for a second as he collected his thoughts "evacuate the locals?"
Kay's annoyance evolved into positive fury- because she hated to mince words, because her duel with Batman was again interrupted, but mostly because she did not like the idea of a crystal stranger ordering her around. In a short iota of time, the duelist swung her saber at Rannus's chin, causing a bit of a finch from the Archmage and raised fists from the on-duty Batman.
Rannus wringed his crystalline hands in apprehension. So long, his good intentions had burned strong. Yet, his plans and actions, all operations dashed into dust. Bueno Aires, his home world, there was an alarming amount of setbacks as far as he could remember. This was almost...frustrating,
but he had to salvage it. "Think of lives," Rannus whispered.
Kay cocked her head, the sword danced to the Archmage's neck. The emotionless eyes of her masks boring a hole into Rannus. "Explain."
Rannus sighed. "Yes, it would be conversatively safe to abandon this place, run off to the horizon of the rising sun. Yet, remember, when you walk away, your consciousness will be painted guilty with the blood of the slain innocents, innocents you fail to save."
Kay twitched a little, a sign of arguments bypassing her stubborn mind. Rannus knew the tables had turn in such a short periodof time, but he had to keep going. "What is the color of new blood? Red, red as guilt can be. Oh Kay, why do you dress in red. Is the damp guilt weighing you down in this earthly realm as blood weighs down fine gossamer?"
The wreckage was still falling. The townpeople were still looking. The seconds that flew seemed like hours, perhaps even days. Kay did not want to do this job. Yet, the wizard really did hit a spot in her mind. There was something so...correct about what he had say. The rightness was crippling. Redemption? Knowledge of her death? The reasons were unknow, but she, she had to save the townsfolk.
"Fine." Kay's words were brief, but somewhat defeated. "Let's go evacuate the townsfolk."
The ghost walked off to the wary but confused citizens of the town. Batman followed afterward, his fists readied and his suspicions heightened - after all that masked lady did attempt to harm Rannus, who was clearly a good guy. As for Rannus, he just continued to mull his plans. However, the Archmage could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment, however small.