Re: Pitched Combat [Round 2: Cathedral of Glass]
02-05-2010, 08:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
"Eat it! EAT IT! IT'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY! WHY WON'T YOU EAT?!"
"Get offa it, lassie!"
Once Annabell was certain that the glass clone wouldn't swallow the bottle of pills she was trying to shove in its mouth, she decided instead to start firing randomly with her flamethrower, melting the faces of the many Vasilys and Jordans. It was very disconcerting to the two males standing awkwardly behind her. At least she seemed to be driving them back alright.
But then, she started running about in the mob in order to feed everybody pills/burn them to death. Unfortunately, the many glass men swarmed her easily and piled onto her like in so many football games.
"Annabell!" Vasily moved to try to rescue her, but there were too many glass clones in the way. As they advanced to take the remaining two, Vasily tried to fight his way through, but it was hard to punch glass, even harder when they shared your (handsome) face.
After almost breaking his knuckles, one glass man finally just let its hands lose shape and encased Vasily's hands. Some approached to do the same to Jordan, but the boy, eyes widening in fear, desperately started melting some of the glass people as a distraction before running off.
"After him!" Glass-Annabell shouted needlessly, as a few of the Jordans and Vasilys were already taking chase. "And bring these outsiders back in!"
The pile picked itself up to reveal Annabell bound in the same way, though looking strangely calm and distant. It seemed that in the struggle, Annabell accidentally swallowed her own pills. She giggled as the two of them were dragged back to the alter.
The glass person who was on the alter before was already shattered. Glass-Annabell swept aside the shards and Annabell was lain on the alter. Everybody sat down except for Glass-Annabell, Vasily, and his guard.
Glass-Annabell posed dramatically, arms outstretched, as the shards on the ground appeared to throw a myriad of colors onto her.
"The outsiders have come!" Her voice rang against the glass. The audience was silent, just taking in her speech. "I assume you all know what has been told. The outsiders will ruin us. But why should we stand idly by, simply accepting this to be true? We have captured some, we will capture the others! They are at our mercy, and we can stop this prophecy right now. Let us sacrifice them." And here, she drew the glass knife once more. "After that, how can they cause trouble?"
As Annabell ogled the rather nice and sparkly knife, Vasily began to struggle against his restraints, only managing to twist his arm. "No! Don' do this! We didn' come t' harm any o' ya!"
"It doesn't matter what your intentions are. Only the outcome matters. And I am about to create a new outcome."
And Glass-Annabell plunged her knife into Annabell's gut. The girl looked rather surprised for a moment, strange black ooze starting to gush out her wound, but all in all, seemed rather unconcerned about the knife that was now gutting her. The black ooze pooled on the floor as Vasily looked on, horrified, paralyzed. Annabell grew limp.
Something else fell from Annabell's body. It looked like a violet disc, rather harmless. But the disc grew and split into two, one remaining on the ground while the other floated a few feet above. A wall connected the two discs. Everybody watched this large cylinder, rather confused, until the wall retracted. Annabell stood there, looking rather lively for someone who was just gutted.
"Wh-what...?" Glass-Annabell stuttered, summarizing the thoughts of everybody in the room. Annabell payed no attention to her dead clone or her glass clone and ran to the nearest wall to ogle it in wonder.
As Vasily was wondering what exactly Annabell really was, the wall behind Glass-Annabell began to change. The symbol was darkening, as though the color was being sucked out of the glass. As this darkness spread, the whole room became dark.
And then the glass started to shatter.
"Eat it! EAT IT! IT'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY! WHY WON'T YOU EAT?!"
"Get offa it, lassie!"
Once Annabell was certain that the glass clone wouldn't swallow the bottle of pills she was trying to shove in its mouth, she decided instead to start firing randomly with her flamethrower, melting the faces of the many Vasilys and Jordans. It was very disconcerting to the two males standing awkwardly behind her. At least she seemed to be driving them back alright.
But then, she started running about in the mob in order to feed everybody pills/burn them to death. Unfortunately, the many glass men swarmed her easily and piled onto her like in so many football games.
"Annabell!" Vasily moved to try to rescue her, but there were too many glass clones in the way. As they advanced to take the remaining two, Vasily tried to fight his way through, but it was hard to punch glass, even harder when they shared your (handsome) face.
After almost breaking his knuckles, one glass man finally just let its hands lose shape and encased Vasily's hands. Some approached to do the same to Jordan, but the boy, eyes widening in fear, desperately started melting some of the glass people as a distraction before running off.
"After him!" Glass-Annabell shouted needlessly, as a few of the Jordans and Vasilys were already taking chase. "And bring these outsiders back in!"
The pile picked itself up to reveal Annabell bound in the same way, though looking strangely calm and distant. It seemed that in the struggle, Annabell accidentally swallowed her own pills. She giggled as the two of them were dragged back to the alter.
The glass person who was on the alter before was already shattered. Glass-Annabell swept aside the shards and Annabell was lain on the alter. Everybody sat down except for Glass-Annabell, Vasily, and his guard.
Glass-Annabell posed dramatically, arms outstretched, as the shards on the ground appeared to throw a myriad of colors onto her.
"The outsiders have come!" Her voice rang against the glass. The audience was silent, just taking in her speech. "I assume you all know what has been told. The outsiders will ruin us. But why should we stand idly by, simply accepting this to be true? We have captured some, we will capture the others! They are at our mercy, and we can stop this prophecy right now. Let us sacrifice them." And here, she drew the glass knife once more. "After that, how can they cause trouble?"
As Annabell ogled the rather nice and sparkly knife, Vasily began to struggle against his restraints, only managing to twist his arm. "No! Don' do this! We didn' come t' harm any o' ya!"
"It doesn't matter what your intentions are. Only the outcome matters. And I am about to create a new outcome."
And Glass-Annabell plunged her knife into Annabell's gut. The girl looked rather surprised for a moment, strange black ooze starting to gush out her wound, but all in all, seemed rather unconcerned about the knife that was now gutting her. The black ooze pooled on the floor as Vasily looked on, horrified, paralyzed. Annabell grew limp.
Something else fell from Annabell's body. It looked like a violet disc, rather harmless. But the disc grew and split into two, one remaining on the ground while the other floated a few feet above. A wall connected the two discs. Everybody watched this large cylinder, rather confused, until the wall retracted. Annabell stood there, looking rather lively for someone who was just gutted.
"Wh-what...?" Glass-Annabell stuttered, summarizing the thoughts of everybody in the room. Annabell payed no attention to her dead clone or her glass clone and ran to the nearest wall to ogle it in wonder.
As Vasily was wondering what exactly Annabell really was, the wall behind Glass-Annabell began to change. The symbol was darkening, as though the color was being sucked out of the glass. As this darkness spread, the whole room became dark.
And then the glass started to shatter.