Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 3 - Oxbow Inc.)
08-19-2010, 01:48 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by redskap.
Blitz was carried across the…city? Could you call it that? There were certainly enough buildings and constructions to deem it as such. Although the bubble continued restraining his movement as it flew towards its as-yet-unknown destination, the young man’s mind could still function. And function it did.
He tried to digest what the instigators of this mad competition had said to them. We should be fighting each other, not working together. That’s why we’re here. But why should we have to listen to them? The bubble dropped him on one of the upper rings directly across from the place where they came in. He looked around, getting some idea of his immediate surroundings, then sat on his haunches, closing his eyes. Perhaps not the brightest idea in a fight to the death, but he needed to think about something, and closing his eyes always helped move things along faster.
They’re omniscient. Or so they want us to believe. And even if they’re not, they must be somewhere close for them to be able to control us so easily. But they lectured us about our actions. Talked to us like children who had done wrong. Done something that their parents didn’t approve of. Their reason for telling us that we must fight each other of our own will is that it’s more “entertaining”. What if they’re lying? What if they can’t actually force us to fight? What if most of their power is simply an illusion? We’re just assuming they’re able to do certain things, and they’re taking advantage of that, not bothering to correct us?
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Yeah, and what if pigs could fly." He opened his eyes and stood up straight, looking at the steel jungle laid out before him. He was on the roof of some building, and he could see distant movement. There were people here. Were they hostile, like before? Had the two bastards who fancied themselves the conductors of this ridiculous concert turned these natives against them? Blitz grimaced, eyes narrowing and hand clenching into a fist. This time, if they got in his way, if they threatened his life…they would get no mercy. Vex might use his trickery to sneak around unscathed, but he would…but…
The young man’s gaze lost focus, the pinkish swirl which had started to show in his left eye fading away to nothing. His hand loosened and he stood less straight, seeming to be in a daze. What had he been thinking? Killing innocent people who were nothing more than victims of the two entities who had started this whole thing? Victims just like Blitz? He shook his head, his expression losing its hardness and taking on the more familiar look of fear and worry. Vex. He had to find Vex.
He took a deep breath, the mixed smells of grease and gasoline overpowering the more subtle, salty scent of the ocean. It was calming, somehow. Yes. He would search for Vex. The satyr would have an idea of what to do next. Death might end up being the only option, but first they would try their best to find another solution. He trusted the guy. Was that smart? Maybe not. A frown creased his normally innocent, boyish features.
“If their little speech changed Vex’s mind, then I’ll just have to see if I can find a way out of this on my own.” Another deep breath. Another calming breath. “Murder will be my last resort.”
And with that statement (and perhaps a hint of rose in his pale, blind orb?), he set off across the city in search of a companion, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.
Blitz was carried across the…city? Could you call it that? There were certainly enough buildings and constructions to deem it as such. Although the bubble continued restraining his movement as it flew towards its as-yet-unknown destination, the young man’s mind could still function. And function it did.
He tried to digest what the instigators of this mad competition had said to them. We should be fighting each other, not working together. That’s why we’re here. But why should we have to listen to them? The bubble dropped him on one of the upper rings directly across from the place where they came in. He looked around, getting some idea of his immediate surroundings, then sat on his haunches, closing his eyes. Perhaps not the brightest idea in a fight to the death, but he needed to think about something, and closing his eyes always helped move things along faster.
They’re omniscient. Or so they want us to believe. And even if they’re not, they must be somewhere close for them to be able to control us so easily. But they lectured us about our actions. Talked to us like children who had done wrong. Done something that their parents didn’t approve of. Their reason for telling us that we must fight each other of our own will is that it’s more “entertaining”. What if they’re lying? What if they can’t actually force us to fight? What if most of their power is simply an illusion? We’re just assuming they’re able to do certain things, and they’re taking advantage of that, not bothering to correct us?
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Yeah, and what if pigs could fly." He opened his eyes and stood up straight, looking at the steel jungle laid out before him. He was on the roof of some building, and he could see distant movement. There were people here. Were they hostile, like before? Had the two bastards who fancied themselves the conductors of this ridiculous concert turned these natives against them? Blitz grimaced, eyes narrowing and hand clenching into a fist. This time, if they got in his way, if they threatened his life…they would get no mercy. Vex might use his trickery to sneak around unscathed, but he would…but…
The young man’s gaze lost focus, the pinkish swirl which had started to show in his left eye fading away to nothing. His hand loosened and he stood less straight, seeming to be in a daze. What had he been thinking? Killing innocent people who were nothing more than victims of the two entities who had started this whole thing? Victims just like Blitz? He shook his head, his expression losing its hardness and taking on the more familiar look of fear and worry. Vex. He had to find Vex.
He took a deep breath, the mixed smells of grease and gasoline overpowering the more subtle, salty scent of the ocean. It was calming, somehow. Yes. He would search for Vex. The satyr would have an idea of what to do next. Death might end up being the only option, but first they would try their best to find another solution. He trusted the guy. Was that smart? Maybe not. A frown creased his normally innocent, boyish features.
“If their little speech changed Vex’s mind, then I’ll just have to see if I can find a way out of this on my own.” Another deep breath. Another calming breath. “Murder will be my last resort.”
And with that statement (and perhaps a hint of rose in his pale, blind orb?), he set off across the city in search of a companion, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.