Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 2: Shuck Hollow]
08-10-2011, 09:42 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Commotion erupted along with the din and the pain. The situation was getting intense, but when you're clinging onto dear life, everything seems exaggerated, overblown, and brain-melting. Miecz was trained to fight in this commotion, to drink in the chaos of violence-earned honor, but this was too much for him. Just when the swordmonster was reconsidering his usual modus operandi, he found himself being buckled off of angry Rusty, landing hard on the ground. He could have recovered, but on the other hand, there were 500-pounds of Alchemical Beast swinging for him.
Then everything went black.
Miecz was pretty sure he was not dead. First of all, he could think (albeit with a haze of unconsciousness). Second, he could feel. He could taste the metal in his mouth, and smell the rust clogging up his nose. Of course, any eloquent description of other senses was cut short by a rude splash of water on his face. The good news was he was fully conscious, and the horrid taste of metal was rinsed away from his mouth. The bad news was the water plus the whole Rome-squishing-him thing put him in a shit mood.
Also, he could not move.
Mom gripped the bucket and continued to scrutinize the man (well, more like monster) in question. This was supposed to be another cheerfully lazy day at Shuck Hollow. Heck, even the weather dictated a positive mosey through work and play. Then, there was that mischievous ghost girl. That was pretty out of the norm, but not exactly surprising for the stalwart matriarch. Of course, she thought the boys were going to take care of her just fine, but then concern for her adopted “children” (and general curiosity) overrode the advice they gave her, and she decided to tail behind them.
Later, her weakening knees and her slacking jaw convinced her that perhaps that was not such a good idea.
The fight with the bloody Beast was terrible. Mom could feel her mind faltering at the massacre of her children and their toys. Her squeamish towards violence prevented her from viewing the brunt of the battle. After the battle ended (or far away?), did she took a peek at the results of the ultra-violence.
It was…terrible, to say the least. The remains of her beloved creations piled high and wide, with the acrid smell of mechanical fluids saturating the surrounding atmosphere. A good portion of her life’s work, her children, her babies, gone! Gone like the dust in the wind. A whimper escaped her mouth as she dropped to her knees. That was when she discovered him.
At first, she mistaken for some vagrant animal, unfortunately caught in the midst of the battle. After more careful scrutiny, she could only pull back in revulsion at the sight of this fabulous beast. He looked like them! Like her! A parody of a human being! Eventually, her caution faded away when she realized this thing, however damaged, was still alive, and thus a source of information.
Now the monster was in front of her, ready for interrogation. Mom was a smart and careful woman. She could not help but feel a sense of pride when she pragmatically tied the humanoid to a sturdy chair with plenty of good, strong rope. Now, he was awake and helpless – but to tell the truth, Mom did not know what to do next. Should she drub him around a little? Mom grabbed a nearby frying pan. Or should she make some small talk with him? The matriarch readied her improvised weapon as she advanced. Whatever happened, there would be answers for her.
Commotion erupted along with the din and the pain. The situation was getting intense, but when you're clinging onto dear life, everything seems exaggerated, overblown, and brain-melting. Miecz was trained to fight in this commotion, to drink in the chaos of violence-earned honor, but this was too much for him. Just when the swordmonster was reconsidering his usual modus operandi, he found himself being buckled off of angry Rusty, landing hard on the ground. He could have recovered, but on the other hand, there were 500-pounds of Alchemical Beast swinging for him.
Then everything went black.
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Miecz was pretty sure he was not dead. First of all, he could think (albeit with a haze of unconsciousness). Second, he could feel. He could taste the metal in his mouth, and smell the rust clogging up his nose. Of course, any eloquent description of other senses was cut short by a rude splash of water on his face. The good news was he was fully conscious, and the horrid taste of metal was rinsed away from his mouth. The bad news was the water plus the whole Rome-squishing-him thing put him in a shit mood.
Also, he could not move.
***
Mom gripped the bucket and continued to scrutinize the man (well, more like monster) in question. This was supposed to be another cheerfully lazy day at Shuck Hollow. Heck, even the weather dictated a positive mosey through work and play. Then, there was that mischievous ghost girl. That was pretty out of the norm, but not exactly surprising for the stalwart matriarch. Of course, she thought the boys were going to take care of her just fine, but then concern for her adopted “children” (and general curiosity) overrode the advice they gave her, and she decided to tail behind them.
Later, her weakening knees and her slacking jaw convinced her that perhaps that was not such a good idea.
The fight with the bloody Beast was terrible. Mom could feel her mind faltering at the massacre of her children and their toys. Her squeamish towards violence prevented her from viewing the brunt of the battle. After the battle ended (or far away?), did she took a peek at the results of the ultra-violence.
It was…terrible, to say the least. The remains of her beloved creations piled high and wide, with the acrid smell of mechanical fluids saturating the surrounding atmosphere. A good portion of her life’s work, her children, her babies, gone! Gone like the dust in the wind. A whimper escaped her mouth as she dropped to her knees. That was when she discovered him.
At first, she mistaken for some vagrant animal, unfortunately caught in the midst of the battle. After more careful scrutiny, she could only pull back in revulsion at the sight of this fabulous beast. He looked like them! Like her! A parody of a human being! Eventually, her caution faded away when she realized this thing, however damaged, was still alive, and thus a source of information.
Now the monster was in front of her, ready for interrogation. Mom was a smart and careful woman. She could not help but feel a sense of pride when she pragmatically tied the humanoid to a sturdy chair with plenty of good, strong rope. Now, he was awake and helpless – but to tell the truth, Mom did not know what to do next. Should she drub him around a little? Mom grabbed a nearby frying pan. Or should she make some small talk with him? The matriarch readied her improvised weapon as she advanced. Whatever happened, there would be answers for her.