Re: Pitched Combat [Round 3: Overtime]
02-15-2010, 03:43 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Rong wrinkled her nose at the disgusting (yet somehow satisfying) squelch. "Ick." Eemp seemed quite unmoved, though, standing unflinchingly on the squashed, flaming remains of the giant beetle.
The smoke curled upwards, though it seemed to mysteriously dissipate long before reaching the ceiling. Right was silent for a moment, still rather pensive of the stowaways hidden inside Eemp. They would be helpful. But it was still unsettling. He couldn't shake the feeling that the spiders were waiting, growing, maybe even...laying eggs. Ugh. And then they'd come bursting out of Eemp's belly like a butterfly out of its chrysalis only less awe-inspiring and a bit more revolting.
Well. Hopefully he was wrong. Hopefully spiders would rather not burst out of magical straw dolls and instead would stay inside where it was warm and starve to death.
"Come on, let's go up again. I need to collect water anyways." Eemp walked up the damp stairs a bit more slowly and it seemed to be looking upwards. As Right got the water to float in a ribbon around him once more, he wondered whether he should tell Rong about their hitchhikers.
Then again, he didn't want to deal with obnoxious shrieks of disgust. Maybe not.
With a vacuum of words in the atmosphere, Rong inevitably had to start talking to fill in the gap. "Does it still have bug goop on its foot? That's groooss. I mean, ugh. But you know, that thing looked tasty. I bet it would've tasted really good since it was being cooked. If you put out the fire, I would've eaten it."
"Mm-hm." If only her mouth was full right now. But then she'd probably still talk, spraying bug bits everywhere including possibly on him. So scratch that.
"Although that sword guy's sword's probably much tastier. I used to have that stuff in my hoard and stuff...man, it's probably all stolen now. I mean, all those years of hoarding and then my head gets chopped off! I hate knights."
"Mmm."
The legs of the Manikin got up once more, the pain of death still lingering on its, ah, mind. Just as it did so, it caught sight of the head of Eemp rising slowly up the stairs. Thoughts of vengeance were also lingering on its mind, but so was the instinct for survival. With such a small mass, it couldn't possibly do much besides get killed. It needed to start eating again.
The legs started running off to a hiding place, settling on bursting into a room. The break room, to be exact. It found itself staring at a rather intimidating vending machine that was staring right back.
It wasn't much of a customer. Still, Snacktimeâ„¢ bellowed, "YOU THERE. YOU HAVE ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THE ALL-SEEING SNACKTIMEâ„¢. FEAST YOUR GAZE UPON MY GLORIOUS WARES AND DESPAIR." It was good to assert your dominance, even if it was over a pair of legs.
Neither Right nor Rong noticed the Manikin's legs diving through the doors. They were more focused on someone else, a man who was incredibly short, around Eemp's height. He was staring at them with unease, obviously not used to seeing two dragon heads sown on a straw doll in a sort of strange parody of Cerberus. For some reason, the man was lugging around a morbid painting.
Rong wrinkled her nose at the disgusting (yet somehow satisfying) squelch. "Ick." Eemp seemed quite unmoved, though, standing unflinchingly on the squashed, flaming remains of the giant beetle.
The smoke curled upwards, though it seemed to mysteriously dissipate long before reaching the ceiling. Right was silent for a moment, still rather pensive of the stowaways hidden inside Eemp. They would be helpful. But it was still unsettling. He couldn't shake the feeling that the spiders were waiting, growing, maybe even...laying eggs. Ugh. And then they'd come bursting out of Eemp's belly like a butterfly out of its chrysalis only less awe-inspiring and a bit more revolting.
Well. Hopefully he was wrong. Hopefully spiders would rather not burst out of magical straw dolls and instead would stay inside where it was warm and starve to death.
"Come on, let's go up again. I need to collect water anyways." Eemp walked up the damp stairs a bit more slowly and it seemed to be looking upwards. As Right got the water to float in a ribbon around him once more, he wondered whether he should tell Rong about their hitchhikers.
Then again, he didn't want to deal with obnoxious shrieks of disgust. Maybe not.
With a vacuum of words in the atmosphere, Rong inevitably had to start talking to fill in the gap. "Does it still have bug goop on its foot? That's groooss. I mean, ugh. But you know, that thing looked tasty. I bet it would've tasted really good since it was being cooked. If you put out the fire, I would've eaten it."
"Mm-hm." If only her mouth was full right now. But then she'd probably still talk, spraying bug bits everywhere including possibly on him. So scratch that.
"Although that sword guy's sword's probably much tastier. I used to have that stuff in my hoard and stuff...man, it's probably all stolen now. I mean, all those years of hoarding and then my head gets chopped off! I hate knights."
"Mmm."
The legs of the Manikin got up once more, the pain of death still lingering on its, ah, mind. Just as it did so, it caught sight of the head of Eemp rising slowly up the stairs. Thoughts of vengeance were also lingering on its mind, but so was the instinct for survival. With such a small mass, it couldn't possibly do much besides get killed. It needed to start eating again.
The legs started running off to a hiding place, settling on bursting into a room. The break room, to be exact. It found itself staring at a rather intimidating vending machine that was staring right back.
It wasn't much of a customer. Still, Snacktimeâ„¢ bellowed, "YOU THERE. YOU HAVE ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THE ALL-SEEING SNACKTIMEâ„¢. FEAST YOUR GAZE UPON MY GLORIOUS WARES AND DESPAIR." It was good to assert your dominance, even if it was over a pair of legs.
Neither Right nor Rong noticed the Manikin's legs diving through the doors. They were more focused on someone else, a man who was incredibly short, around Eemp's height. He was staring at them with unease, obviously not used to seeing two dragon heads sown on a straw doll in a sort of strange parody of Cerberus. For some reason, the man was lugging around a morbid painting.