Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 1 - Bubble Universe)
01-15-2010, 04:35 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The Tender mulled over the surprising developments while admiring the view afforded from an office block in what a civilised, post-21st century being would've recognised as the business district of the inside-out globe. A melodious, slightly whispery trill filled the air as Sen warbled an unheard rally to any other Tenders that might've been about; but of course, there were none. The slender fingers of one hand rapped, one after the other, on the cast-concrete roof in a mimicry of a human doing the same with their own fingers in a contemplative fashion. A human's fingers, though, would've been hard-pressed to pepper the concrete with little indentations like Sen's pointed fingertips had managed.
Sen was not thinking, as such. He was researching; and the results of his unconscious data collation did not please him. This surface he stood on was too dry, too barren, and seemed incapable of holding moisture. The whole structure, on the whole, seemed rather unstable; weak. An unsuitable throne to begin a conquest from.
Stalking with a gait not unlike a wading bird's to the office block's edge, Sen surveyed the soon-to-be battlefield, staring up curiously at the mockery of a sun. The botanical progeny knew at a glance (or, at least, the tickle of radiation on his pale-green skin during said glance) this orb was not the implacable, ever-toiling sky-journeyman of his homeworld, nor the same ilk as the distant stars which shared in the hurtling dark.
Sen's brain processed this information, the neural pinball rapping out a mental Morse code that the pods picked up on. A reply (of sorts) hurtled back into the mess that was the Tender's mind, affirming that though it was less than ideal, it would suffice until the true source of this world's power could be tapped into.
The green giant processed this, and saw a patch of green off in the distance. He supposed if the competition were surviving there, it'd do for the World Tree. Pacing around the perimeter, and deciding the ground was an inconveniently large distance away, Sen picked a corner and ran full tilt, sharp fingers on the left limb digging into the safety barrier as the right limb thrust away from the ground with surprising force despite their slenderness.
The Tender sailed through the air, and landed with a few clumsy steps on the neighbouring, slightly shorter building. He rolled onto a shoulder to lessen the impact, the pod cracking loudly, but unharmed, at the point of impact. Sen stood, and picked his next jump.
The Tender mulled over the surprising developments while admiring the view afforded from an office block in what a civilised, post-21st century being would've recognised as the business district of the inside-out globe. A melodious, slightly whispery trill filled the air as Sen warbled an unheard rally to any other Tenders that might've been about; but of course, there were none. The slender fingers of one hand rapped, one after the other, on the cast-concrete roof in a mimicry of a human doing the same with their own fingers in a contemplative fashion. A human's fingers, though, would've been hard-pressed to pepper the concrete with little indentations like Sen's pointed fingertips had managed.
Sen was not thinking, as such. He was researching; and the results of his unconscious data collation did not please him. This surface he stood on was too dry, too barren, and seemed incapable of holding moisture. The whole structure, on the whole, seemed rather unstable; weak. An unsuitable throne to begin a conquest from.
Stalking with a gait not unlike a wading bird's to the office block's edge, Sen surveyed the soon-to-be battlefield, staring up curiously at the mockery of a sun. The botanical progeny knew at a glance (or, at least, the tickle of radiation on his pale-green skin during said glance) this orb was not the implacable, ever-toiling sky-journeyman of his homeworld, nor the same ilk as the distant stars which shared in the hurtling dark.
Sen's brain processed this information, the neural pinball rapping out a mental Morse code that the pods picked up on. A reply (of sorts) hurtled back into the mess that was the Tender's mind, affirming that though it was less than ideal, it would suffice until the true source of this world's power could be tapped into.
The green giant processed this, and saw a patch of green off in the distance. He supposed if the competition were surviving there, it'd do for the World Tree. Pacing around the perimeter, and deciding the ground was an inconveniently large distance away, Sen picked a corner and ran full tilt, sharp fingers on the left limb digging into the safety barrier as the right limb thrust away from the ground with surprising force despite their slenderness.
The Tender sailed through the air, and landed with a few clumsy steps on the neighbouring, slightly shorter building. He rolled onto a shoulder to lessen the impact, the pod cracking loudly, but unharmed, at the point of impact. Sen stood, and picked his next jump.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow