Re: Pitched Combat [Round 2: Cathedral of Glass]
02-04-2010, 08:50 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The Manikin burst through a fragile glass frame, skidding to a stop in front of a reflectionless doll. It felt no fear in confronting these glass men, somehow. Perhaps it was because they were entirely passive until they took form, or because they were so similar to the manikin that the manikin felt already familiar with them. Knowledge does drown out fear, after all. And, without fear, nothing held the manikin back. The glass man began to turn, to face the manikin. All it saw, if it could see in the first place, was the Manikin's gaping chest mouth clamp down around it's front. The glass man shattered instantly, and rained down on the floor. The manikin spared no pieces, though. It made sure it devoured the entire entity. Then, it sat.
Inside, the glass melted away, becoming more of the indefinite material the Manikin was made of. Beyond it's physical nature, the glass man also held something else the Manikin absorbed- a desire. It was a boundless, obsessive desire, the desire to become... Someone, something, beyond an empty husk. This feeling easily imprinted itself into the manikin's mind- it was one that it had already begun to formulate itself, and all the glass man's desire did was Give the manikin's idea clear focus.
Yes, the manikin was sure now, that it wanted to become somebody. Who, though? One of the other moving lives? No, that wouldn't be right. That wouldn't be the manikin's own "somebody", but a "sombody" already defined. Still, the other moving lives held it's interest. They were wildly diverse feeling, and definitely had a potential wealth of information. Perhaps if the manikin could know the others better, it would know enough that it could piece it's own self together.
The Manikin burst through a fragile glass frame, skidding to a stop in front of a reflectionless doll. It felt no fear in confronting these glass men, somehow. Perhaps it was because they were entirely passive until they took form, or because they were so similar to the manikin that the manikin felt already familiar with them. Knowledge does drown out fear, after all. And, without fear, nothing held the manikin back. The glass man began to turn, to face the manikin. All it saw, if it could see in the first place, was the Manikin's gaping chest mouth clamp down around it's front. The glass man shattered instantly, and rained down on the floor. The manikin spared no pieces, though. It made sure it devoured the entire entity. Then, it sat.
Inside, the glass melted away, becoming more of the indefinite material the Manikin was made of. Beyond it's physical nature, the glass man also held something else the Manikin absorbed- a desire. It was a boundless, obsessive desire, the desire to become... Someone, something, beyond an empty husk. This feeling easily imprinted itself into the manikin's mind- it was one that it had already begun to formulate itself, and all the glass man's desire did was Give the manikin's idea clear focus.
Yes, the manikin was sure now, that it wanted to become somebody. Who, though? One of the other moving lives? No, that wouldn't be right. That wouldn't be the manikin's own "somebody", but a "sombody" already defined. Still, the other moving lives held it's interest. They were wildly diverse feeling, and definitely had a potential wealth of information. Perhaps if the manikin could know the others better, it would know enough that it could piece it's own self together.