Re: Pitched Combat [Round 3: Overtime]
02-19-2010, 02:07 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
"Don't," Right quickly said, quicker than he usually did with the uncomfortable knowledge that, for whatever reason, Eemp would not prevent Rong from simply washing this whole building in flames.
"What?" Rong continued to glare suspiciously at the very stubby man, having learned from the previous round that the residents of the places they were sent to were not necessarily harmless. The man seemed to be very intimidated by her glare and backed away a bit into the room he just came from.
"I think this is Joe Peacock."
"Who?"
"The man whose very mind we are inhabiting for the moment." It was clear by Rong's expression that she had not been listening at all to the description of this stage. Still, she quickly brought back that ever familiar impatient scowl.
"So?"
"Soooo..." Right paused, hoping that for once, his companion would come to a conclusion herself. It was too much to hope. "So, this is Joe Peacock, or at least a mental projection of him. What do you think would happen if he were to 'die'?"
"Oh." Rong squinted at the cowering Joe once more. "He's so short. Hard to believe he's so important like that."
"Well, everybody's important in their mind, I'm sure."
"I'll say," Rong smirked, giving Right a sideways glance.
"I think we should stay close to him," Right continued, ignoring Rong's not-so-subtle hint. "It's his mind, after all. Maybe he has some sort of power or something in here."
Rong snorted. "I wouldn't use 'power' to describe him." Even so, she called out to the stubby man. "Hey! You!" He just seemed all the more terrified and ran around the corner down the hallway, dropping the morbid painting with a clunk.
There was a short silence. "That was rude," Rong scowled. Right kept his black kettle thoughts to himself.
"I suppose we'll follow him...there's not much else to do, right?" On cue, Eemp lumbered forward, following the path the stout Joe Peacock made. It was slow, though, and...to Right, it seemed...clumsier? Maybe?
There was no reason for Eemp to suddenly stop keeping Rong in check. The only reason would be that whatever spells the wizard used wore off. But that couldn't be the case, because then they all would become rather lifeless.
Or...if the spells were in the process of wearing out, then maybe you could ration the...the magic? This sounded a little stupid. But if Eemp was trying to ration magic to keep itself animated and its arms alive, then of course, keeping Rong in check would be quite low on the priority list. But such a powerful wizard wouldn't use spells that would wear out quickly. More likely, it would last hundreds of years, or maybe last until the kingdom fell or some crap like that. So the spells couldn't be wearing out and Eemp would have no excuse to ration anything.
It suddenly occurred to Right that the spiders hitching a ride on Eemp had no insects to eat, unless the straw doll was more infested than he thought, which he doubted. But...no, that couldn't be it. That was just stupid. The spiders were probably just eating each other. It couldn't be right.
Eemp staggered past the break room. None of them noticed the Manikin's legs inside, devouring the table as a vending machine with a disturbing eye berated it angrily.
"Don't," Right quickly said, quicker than he usually did with the uncomfortable knowledge that, for whatever reason, Eemp would not prevent Rong from simply washing this whole building in flames.
"What?" Rong continued to glare suspiciously at the very stubby man, having learned from the previous round that the residents of the places they were sent to were not necessarily harmless. The man seemed to be very intimidated by her glare and backed away a bit into the room he just came from.
"I think this is Joe Peacock."
"Who?"
"The man whose very mind we are inhabiting for the moment." It was clear by Rong's expression that she had not been listening at all to the description of this stage. Still, she quickly brought back that ever familiar impatient scowl.
"So?"
"Soooo..." Right paused, hoping that for once, his companion would come to a conclusion herself. It was too much to hope. "So, this is Joe Peacock, or at least a mental projection of him. What do you think would happen if he were to 'die'?"
"Oh." Rong squinted at the cowering Joe once more. "He's so short. Hard to believe he's so important like that."
"Well, everybody's important in their mind, I'm sure."
"I'll say," Rong smirked, giving Right a sideways glance.
"I think we should stay close to him," Right continued, ignoring Rong's not-so-subtle hint. "It's his mind, after all. Maybe he has some sort of power or something in here."
Rong snorted. "I wouldn't use 'power' to describe him." Even so, she called out to the stubby man. "Hey! You!" He just seemed all the more terrified and ran around the corner down the hallway, dropping the morbid painting with a clunk.
There was a short silence. "That was rude," Rong scowled. Right kept his black kettle thoughts to himself.
"I suppose we'll follow him...there's not much else to do, right?" On cue, Eemp lumbered forward, following the path the stout Joe Peacock made. It was slow, though, and...to Right, it seemed...clumsier? Maybe?
There was no reason for Eemp to suddenly stop keeping Rong in check. The only reason would be that whatever spells the wizard used wore off. But that couldn't be the case, because then they all would become rather lifeless.
Or...if the spells were in the process of wearing out, then maybe you could ration the...the magic? This sounded a little stupid. But if Eemp was trying to ration magic to keep itself animated and its arms alive, then of course, keeping Rong in check would be quite low on the priority list. But such a powerful wizard wouldn't use spells that would wear out quickly. More likely, it would last hundreds of years, or maybe last until the kingdom fell or some crap like that. So the spells couldn't be wearing out and Eemp would have no excuse to ration anything.
It suddenly occurred to Right that the spiders hitching a ride on Eemp had no insects to eat, unless the straw doll was more infested than he thought, which he doubted. But...no, that couldn't be it. That was just stupid. The spiders were probably just eating each other. It couldn't be right.
Eemp staggered past the break room. None of them noticed the Manikin's legs inside, devouring the table as a vending machine with a disturbing eye berated it angrily.