Re: Pitched Combat [Final Round: Simulacrum Citadel]
12-06-2010, 02:52 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Right winced when the glass hit the floor. It seemed like such a waste. Though if you happen to be a being with enormous, god-like power, he supposed a simple glass of brandy wasn't much of anything at all. Could probably just make the mess disappear or make it so it was never made at all. In any case, he picked up the puddle of brandy.
"Ugh, the hard part's gonna be finding that wimpy guy," Rong complained. Right found he still didn't quite feel comfortable manipulating something other than pure, clean water. The sphere of brandy was actually more like a Rorschach test. "I mean," the blue dragon continued, "When I catch up to him, he isn't gonna stand a chance."
"Don't be so cocky," Right calmly replied as he decided to take the cold tea along too. It wasn't a lot of liquid. Maybe it was enough to stuff down Jordan's throat and drown him.
"Oh, come on, you really think there's a chance he'd win?" And though he didn't say it out loud, Right had to agree that the chances of Jordan actually defeating them wasn't exactly high.
"I'm only saying that sometimes, unexpected things can happen," he said rather simply, staring at some of the monitors. As seen from the last round, the other contestants had proved to be rather interesting. Some of the others he saw now on the wall of bright monitors convinced him that they had been extremely lucky to be selected in this battle rather than a few others. A shadow lizard? A killer robot? A demonic vacuum cleaner? A devourer of souls? In this battle, the most exotic they got was the Mannikin. (And, well, them.) He certainly hoped that he wouldn't have to ever meet some of these characters.
"Yeah, that's some of the time, but most of the time, things go the way they do."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Right said distractedly. "Alright, where do we go?"
"Mmmm," Rong sighed, looking at the doors. "How'm I supposed to know?"
"It doesn't actually matter which way we go, though. I'm pretty certain that either way, we'll run into Smith eventually," Right replied.
"Then choose yourself!"
"I'm...feeling a little indecisive." Rong rolled her eyes and might have gone on to start some sort of rant about men and whatever it was that was wrong with them now, but suddenly Eemp started lurching towards a door. It stood in front of it, not responding to the dragons' loud questions of what the hell it was doing, which was a pretty obvoius outcome considering that shrimpy scarecrows can't talk.
After staring a long time at the door, it moved on to a second one and stared at that some more. The dragons gave up on talking to (demanding answers from) it and when this time, Eemp didn't move at all, as much as they waited, they just pushed the metal door open. Or at least, Right manhandled it open, being the only one who could at least grow arms.
The hallway behind the door was a very startling contrast to the cold, concrete room behind them. Linoleum tiles. Less imposing doors. Had the two been born in a more modern age (and didn't happen to be dragons), they may have recognized this hallway as a typical school hallway. Either way, they were confused. Even more so when they found that most of the classroom doors opened up into brick walls. Eventually, they did find one normal door that actually led to a room, though again, the room behind the door was not quite what they expected.
A large, circular room with a blue, glass dome overhead. The doors here were rather bright and ornate, decorated with swirls and those fancy door crap. Like, those diagonal line thingies that made diamonds. Whatever.
The room itself seemed to be filled with a lot of musical instruments. Nobody was playing them, though they could definitely hear some sort of music wafting through the air. It didn't seem to come from anywhere, particularly. There was one door that stood out. It was a dull brown and would have probably fitted in better in a setting such as, say, a medieval castle. There was also a conspicuous lack of Jordan, which was a bit frustrating.
Eemp stood around for a bit. Right frowned at his general surroundings, now getting slightly disoriented. Rong seemed to think for a while before suddenly piping up, "What's the Timeless Interstice and why can't we go through it?"
"No idea and probably it will kill us maybe. He said as much, remember?"
"Yeeeaaaaah," Rong said, though she sounded as though she didn't believe it, as though she hadn't been present at all during the little speech. "But why?"
"I really hope you aren't tempted to just go ahead and find this Timeless Interstice for the petty reason of possibly proving someone wrong or maybe just for the heck of it," Right said a little crossly.
Rong sucked on the inside of her cheek for a little while. "Nnnnnoooo."
"Good," Right continued tersely. "Because we're not. Let's go already."
The old-fashioned wooden door being the most suspicious, they decided to head through that for now. Rong had a sudden thought and said, "What the hell's an 'interstice' anyways?"
Right sort of stared at a random point in space for a little while. "I have a few guesses."
Right winced when the glass hit the floor. It seemed like such a waste. Though if you happen to be a being with enormous, god-like power, he supposed a simple glass of brandy wasn't much of anything at all. Could probably just make the mess disappear or make it so it was never made at all. In any case, he picked up the puddle of brandy.
"Ugh, the hard part's gonna be finding that wimpy guy," Rong complained. Right found he still didn't quite feel comfortable manipulating something other than pure, clean water. The sphere of brandy was actually more like a Rorschach test. "I mean," the blue dragon continued, "When I catch up to him, he isn't gonna stand a chance."
"Don't be so cocky," Right calmly replied as he decided to take the cold tea along too. It wasn't a lot of liquid. Maybe it was enough to stuff down Jordan's throat and drown him.
"Oh, come on, you really think there's a chance he'd win?" And though he didn't say it out loud, Right had to agree that the chances of Jordan actually defeating them wasn't exactly high.
"I'm only saying that sometimes, unexpected things can happen," he said rather simply, staring at some of the monitors. As seen from the last round, the other contestants had proved to be rather interesting. Some of the others he saw now on the wall of bright monitors convinced him that they had been extremely lucky to be selected in this battle rather than a few others. A shadow lizard? A killer robot? A demonic vacuum cleaner? A devourer of souls? In this battle, the most exotic they got was the Mannikin. (And, well, them.) He certainly hoped that he wouldn't have to ever meet some of these characters.
"Yeah, that's some of the time, but most of the time, things go the way they do."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Right said distractedly. "Alright, where do we go?"
"Mmmm," Rong sighed, looking at the doors. "How'm I supposed to know?"
"It doesn't actually matter which way we go, though. I'm pretty certain that either way, we'll run into Smith eventually," Right replied.
"Then choose yourself!"
"I'm...feeling a little indecisive." Rong rolled her eyes and might have gone on to start some sort of rant about men and whatever it was that was wrong with them now, but suddenly Eemp started lurching towards a door. It stood in front of it, not responding to the dragons' loud questions of what the hell it was doing, which was a pretty obvoius outcome considering that shrimpy scarecrows can't talk.
After staring a long time at the door, it moved on to a second one and stared at that some more. The dragons gave up on talking to (demanding answers from) it and when this time, Eemp didn't move at all, as much as they waited, they just pushed the metal door open. Or at least, Right manhandled it open, being the only one who could at least grow arms.
The hallway behind the door was a very startling contrast to the cold, concrete room behind them. Linoleum tiles. Less imposing doors. Had the two been born in a more modern age (and didn't happen to be dragons), they may have recognized this hallway as a typical school hallway. Either way, they were confused. Even more so when they found that most of the classroom doors opened up into brick walls. Eventually, they did find one normal door that actually led to a room, though again, the room behind the door was not quite what they expected.
A large, circular room with a blue, glass dome overhead. The doors here were rather bright and ornate, decorated with swirls and those fancy door crap. Like, those diagonal line thingies that made diamonds. Whatever.
The room itself seemed to be filled with a lot of musical instruments. Nobody was playing them, though they could definitely hear some sort of music wafting through the air. It didn't seem to come from anywhere, particularly. There was one door that stood out. It was a dull brown and would have probably fitted in better in a setting such as, say, a medieval castle. There was also a conspicuous lack of Jordan, which was a bit frustrating.
Eemp stood around for a bit. Right frowned at his general surroundings, now getting slightly disoriented. Rong seemed to think for a while before suddenly piping up, "What's the Timeless Interstice and why can't we go through it?"
"No idea and probably it will kill us maybe. He said as much, remember?"
"Yeeeaaaaah," Rong said, though she sounded as though she didn't believe it, as though she hadn't been present at all during the little speech. "But why?"
"I really hope you aren't tempted to just go ahead and find this Timeless Interstice for the petty reason of possibly proving someone wrong or maybe just for the heck of it," Right said a little crossly.
Rong sucked on the inside of her cheek for a little while. "Nnnnnoooo."
"Good," Right continued tersely. "Because we're not. Let's go already."
The old-fashioned wooden door being the most suspicious, they decided to head through that for now. Rong had a sudden thought and said, "What the hell's an 'interstice' anyways?"
Right sort of stared at a random point in space for a little while. "I have a few guesses."