Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
07-13-2010, 04:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Immediately, Right looked at the sky. No clouds. Again. And Rong was still regenerating her head.
Loathe as he was to admit it, he had never felt quite as useful as Rong when it came to battle, especially without any source of water. Without the firecracker besides him blowing up at pretty much everything, he could...sit and think and overthink. He usually wasn't inclined to battle. His partner's abrasive personality may aggravate him enough to want to commit small acts of violence and the various battles they were a part of essentially forced him to fight, but he was just a contemplater at heart. Which was currently possibly rotting along with the rest of his body somewhere in Asia.
With nobody in sight and nobody to fight with, Eemp sat against one of the nearby trees and Right laid low on the ground, thinking about whatever came to mind rather than occupying himself with schemes of treachery or a psychoanalysis of the mind of some guy he didn't know. With only two other contestants left in the game, he didn't exactly feel inclined to make any battle plans.
He thought about the lake he lived in and the surrounding area that had been his domain. It wasn't a particularly big lake, but it was clean and clear and had a forest and a mountain range nearby and people would come to paint lovely landscapes there. There was a little shrine right on an inlet that jutted all the way to the middle of the lake. People would go there to pray to him and leave behind offerings for a good crop season. Some snuck in, curious to see the big mighty dragon and sometimes he would humor them. A ripple somewhere nearby or a partly submerged head. If he was flying around, then a fleeting shadow before hiding from sight. Some would call it boring. He called it peaceful, relaxing, and quite good for the self-esteem.
It seemed just a tad unfair that random people with great power kept pushing him to go around killing people. True, he worked with it, just went along and killed whatever he was supposed to kill. But now that he was taking a little break, he really wanted to just screw the whole thing and take a nap.
It was quite inadvisable to just go to sleep during any sort of combat, pitched or otherwise, so Right just started daydreaming, his thoughts lightly touching upon his old life, upon the color red, upon the possibilities of an afterlife, upon the various temporary alliances that had started in the very beginning of this war, upon the morally good ethics of his contestants, upon the possible lives they had led up to this point, upon oh look she's regrown her head.
Rong didn't waste any time and shouted as many profanities as she could, repeating some and making up others until just spiraling down into incomprehensible rage. "You," she huffed, glaring right at Right, who was still laying in the monochrome grass, "are a stupid bastard. Where the hell is the other bastard. I'm going to rip him to shreds."
Right, feeling slightly drowsy, took a while to be able to figure out who the bastard was. "Alex Corendal?" he tried.
"Shiny sword guy."
"Yes, that is him."
"Whatever. Where is he."
Right paused again. The whole colossus-climbing thing had been a blur of action and fast dodging and lugging dead weight around but he vaguely recalled the knight very far down. He somehow managed to convey a shrug with no limbs. "He might be dead."
This didn't seem to please Rong much. She let out a bunch of other profanities directed at whomever stole her kill. "Who killed him."
Another pseudo-shrug. "The giant was toppling over. Most likely he got crushed underneath it, if indeed he was the one killed."
"I am going to pretend that you said it was that crazy wooden thing and that wimpy kid working together and take my anger out on them. Where's the shiny sword? Did you get it?"
"Obtaining a magical elemental sword that was probably hundreds of feet below me as we were standing atop a giant statue that was collapsing and crumbling while fireballs were thrown at me and spikes grew out of the ceiling was quite far from my mind."
It took Rong a few seconds to go back over that stupidly long sentence and actually understand it. Once she did, she aimed a few profanities at his direction as well. And some towards what Right assumed to be a god just because. Suddenly, she calmed down, or at least appeared to. "Alright. Where are we now?"
"An apple tree grove where there may be threats of being discovered by the keepers of the grove who may or may not be inhuman. The apples also turn into people who are either people we, that is the contestants as a whole, know or people who are also participating in these 'grand battles' elsewhere."
Rong paused again to chew this new bit of information over and her expression grew sour. "That Frankenstein wizard guy?"
"Possible."
Quite suddenly, one of the creepily-shaped apples fell from a branch and bounced off Eemp's head. The straw doll scuffled away from it and the trio watched from a safe distance as the fruit grew small roots that wove around each other, lifting itself upwards, growing more intricate tangles until finally it was a colorless knight. The knight had a rather important-looking plume on his helmet and his shield bore a white lion. He seemed rather confused.
"I'm thinking this one you know," Right remarked dryly as Rong then squinted at the figure.
"God, I dunno, all knights look the same! Taste the same too. How'm I supposed to remember every different one?" The knight had finally turned around and noticed them. He seemed rather startled and possibly disgusted at the strange sown monstrosity before him. Rong took this chance to start guessing names. "They always announce their names before a fight, uh....Daryll? Roth? Richard? Arnold? Nick?"
The nameless knight had found courage to stride towards them. The dragons tensed, ready for a battle, but he simply raised his visor, stared hard at them, and said, "In God's name, what manner of beast are you?"
Immediately, Right looked at the sky. No clouds. Again. And Rong was still regenerating her head.
Loathe as he was to admit it, he had never felt quite as useful as Rong when it came to battle, especially without any source of water. Without the firecracker besides him blowing up at pretty much everything, he could...sit and think and overthink. He usually wasn't inclined to battle. His partner's abrasive personality may aggravate him enough to want to commit small acts of violence and the various battles they were a part of essentially forced him to fight, but he was just a contemplater at heart. Which was currently possibly rotting along with the rest of his body somewhere in Asia.
With nobody in sight and nobody to fight with, Eemp sat against one of the nearby trees and Right laid low on the ground, thinking about whatever came to mind rather than occupying himself with schemes of treachery or a psychoanalysis of the mind of some guy he didn't know. With only two other contestants left in the game, he didn't exactly feel inclined to make any battle plans.
He thought about the lake he lived in and the surrounding area that had been his domain. It wasn't a particularly big lake, but it was clean and clear and had a forest and a mountain range nearby and people would come to paint lovely landscapes there. There was a little shrine right on an inlet that jutted all the way to the middle of the lake. People would go there to pray to him and leave behind offerings for a good crop season. Some snuck in, curious to see the big mighty dragon and sometimes he would humor them. A ripple somewhere nearby or a partly submerged head. If he was flying around, then a fleeting shadow before hiding from sight. Some would call it boring. He called it peaceful, relaxing, and quite good for the self-esteem.
It seemed just a tad unfair that random people with great power kept pushing him to go around killing people. True, he worked with it, just went along and killed whatever he was supposed to kill. But now that he was taking a little break, he really wanted to just screw the whole thing and take a nap.
It was quite inadvisable to just go to sleep during any sort of combat, pitched or otherwise, so Right just started daydreaming, his thoughts lightly touching upon his old life, upon the color red, upon the possibilities of an afterlife, upon the various temporary alliances that had started in the very beginning of this war, upon the morally good ethics of his contestants, upon the possible lives they had led up to this point, upon oh look she's regrown her head.
Rong didn't waste any time and shouted as many profanities as she could, repeating some and making up others until just spiraling down into incomprehensible rage. "You," she huffed, glaring right at Right, who was still laying in the monochrome grass, "are a stupid bastard. Where the hell is the other bastard. I'm going to rip him to shreds."
Right, feeling slightly drowsy, took a while to be able to figure out who the bastard was. "Alex Corendal?" he tried.
"Shiny sword guy."
"Yes, that is him."
"Whatever. Where is he."
Right paused again. The whole colossus-climbing thing had been a blur of action and fast dodging and lugging dead weight around but he vaguely recalled the knight very far down. He somehow managed to convey a shrug with no limbs. "He might be dead."
This didn't seem to please Rong much. She let out a bunch of other profanities directed at whomever stole her kill. "Who killed him."
Another pseudo-shrug. "The giant was toppling over. Most likely he got crushed underneath it, if indeed he was the one killed."
"I am going to pretend that you said it was that crazy wooden thing and that wimpy kid working together and take my anger out on them. Where's the shiny sword? Did you get it?"
"Obtaining a magical elemental sword that was probably hundreds of feet below me as we were standing atop a giant statue that was collapsing and crumbling while fireballs were thrown at me and spikes grew out of the ceiling was quite far from my mind."
It took Rong a few seconds to go back over that stupidly long sentence and actually understand it. Once she did, she aimed a few profanities at his direction as well. And some towards what Right assumed to be a god just because. Suddenly, she calmed down, or at least appeared to. "Alright. Where are we now?"
"An apple tree grove where there may be threats of being discovered by the keepers of the grove who may or may not be inhuman. The apples also turn into people who are either people we, that is the contestants as a whole, know or people who are also participating in these 'grand battles' elsewhere."
Rong paused again to chew this new bit of information over and her expression grew sour. "That Frankenstein wizard guy?"
"Possible."
Quite suddenly, one of the creepily-shaped apples fell from a branch and bounced off Eemp's head. The straw doll scuffled away from it and the trio watched from a safe distance as the fruit grew small roots that wove around each other, lifting itself upwards, growing more intricate tangles until finally it was a colorless knight. The knight had a rather important-looking plume on his helmet and his shield bore a white lion. He seemed rather confused.
"I'm thinking this one you know," Right remarked dryly as Rong then squinted at the figure.
"God, I dunno, all knights look the same! Taste the same too. How'm I supposed to remember every different one?" The knight had finally turned around and noticed them. He seemed rather startled and possibly disgusted at the strange sown monstrosity before him. Rong took this chance to start guessing names. "They always announce their names before a fight, uh....Daryll? Roth? Richard? Arnold? Nick?"
The nameless knight had found courage to stride towards them. The dragons tensed, ready for a battle, but he simply raised his visor, stared hard at them, and said, "In God's name, what manner of beast are you?"