Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 2: Shuck Hollow]
09-15-2011, 12:43 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
Janet's fury was beginning to overcome her poltergeist instincts, and the prospect of killing Miecz was rapidly becoming far more attractive than causing chaos. Even moreso, in fact, since she could resume the chaos much more easily once he was out of the picture. She prepared to pin the swordmonster against the golem's back and crush him beneath its weight, when suddenly Rome decided to get him off for her, leaping up and knocking the swordmonster off of her back. She watched curiously as the pair tumbled and flailed, before Miecz disentangled himself and fled towards the town, with Rome in hot pursuit.
It came to Janet's realization that there was a term for what had just happened to her. She had been brushed off. Given the cold shoulder. Randomly spurned. She had been completely ignored. If she'd thought she was angry before, it was nothing compared to now. Both she and her poltergeist nature hated being ignored, and neither was about to stand for it. It didn't matter that just a few moments ago she'd been preparing to beat Miecz to a pulp. If anything, she was now ready to do the same thing, but a lot slower.
The golem began to storm off after Miecz when Janet suddenly began feeling heavier. The golem's movement slowed until it was barely moving, and finally Janet half-floated, half-fell out of the golem, hitting the floor with a wet-sounding splat. The sensation of gravity shocked her; it had been a long time since she'd felt it, but she was pretty sure it didn't feel like there was a leaden weight embedded in her stomach. The whole thing felt unnatural. But not nearly as unnatural as the cold, unsympathetic wood floor pressed against her face. As a ghost, she didn't feel things as anything more than a slight pressure, that was easily bypassed if she felt like moving through a solid object. But now she could feel the floor up against her cheek, and for some reason she had the distinct feeling that it didn't like her. She was strange and unreal, and had no place in this world. Although she was in no position to laugh, the idea that an inanimate object wished her harm suddenly struck her as rather amusing, given that she had spent so much of her time as a poltergeist convincing others of that fact.
A cacophony greeted her ears, and for a few moments she felt her strength return. She crawled toward the door as if in low-gravity, before the leaden weight in her stomach decided to return, and she fell to the ground once more. She lolled her head downwards lazily to peer behind the golem, which had collapsed into a huge pile of robot cowboys behind her, most of which were already picking themselves up. Next to the pile stood Mom, waving a cross shakily and muttering something under her breath. Janet grimaced. Exorcism. Of course. While it didn't actually kill ghosts, it made them more or less sitting ducks, solidifying them and pinning them wherever they were. She really should've recognized it from what she'd heard of it, but she had never considered it would happen to her.
It dawned on her that she didn't know what would happen if you died twice. Did you get special treatment in heaven? Was there a heaven? There had to be a God, because exorcism worked, but that didn't mean He gave two hoots about what happened to anyone after they died. An even more horrifying thought occurred to her - what if there was a heaven, but she wasn't allowed in it? As one of the cowboy robots raised a gun to point to her head, she decided that whatever was ahead of her, she would just have to deal with it. She'd been improvising for most of her life, and most of her death, too. She smiled quietly. She was ready.
BANG.
Janet's fury was beginning to overcome her poltergeist instincts, and the prospect of killing Miecz was rapidly becoming far more attractive than causing chaos. Even moreso, in fact, since she could resume the chaos much more easily once he was out of the picture. She prepared to pin the swordmonster against the golem's back and crush him beneath its weight, when suddenly Rome decided to get him off for her, leaping up and knocking the swordmonster off of her back. She watched curiously as the pair tumbled and flailed, before Miecz disentangled himself and fled towards the town, with Rome in hot pursuit.
It came to Janet's realization that there was a term for what had just happened to her. She had been brushed off. Given the cold shoulder. Randomly spurned. She had been completely ignored. If she'd thought she was angry before, it was nothing compared to now. Both she and her poltergeist nature hated being ignored, and neither was about to stand for it. It didn't matter that just a few moments ago she'd been preparing to beat Miecz to a pulp. If anything, she was now ready to do the same thing, but a lot slower.
The golem began to storm off after Miecz when Janet suddenly began feeling heavier. The golem's movement slowed until it was barely moving, and finally Janet half-floated, half-fell out of the golem, hitting the floor with a wet-sounding splat. The sensation of gravity shocked her; it had been a long time since she'd felt it, but she was pretty sure it didn't feel like there was a leaden weight embedded in her stomach. The whole thing felt unnatural. But not nearly as unnatural as the cold, unsympathetic wood floor pressed against her face. As a ghost, she didn't feel things as anything more than a slight pressure, that was easily bypassed if she felt like moving through a solid object. But now she could feel the floor up against her cheek, and for some reason she had the distinct feeling that it didn't like her. She was strange and unreal, and had no place in this world. Although she was in no position to laugh, the idea that an inanimate object wished her harm suddenly struck her as rather amusing, given that she had spent so much of her time as a poltergeist convincing others of that fact.
A cacophony greeted her ears, and for a few moments she felt her strength return. She crawled toward the door as if in low-gravity, before the leaden weight in her stomach decided to return, and she fell to the ground once more. She lolled her head downwards lazily to peer behind the golem, which had collapsed into a huge pile of robot cowboys behind her, most of which were already picking themselves up. Next to the pile stood Mom, waving a cross shakily and muttering something under her breath. Janet grimaced. Exorcism. Of course. While it didn't actually kill ghosts, it made them more or less sitting ducks, solidifying them and pinning them wherever they were. She really should've recognized it from what she'd heard of it, but she had never considered it would happen to her.
It dawned on her that she didn't know what would happen if you died twice. Did you get special treatment in heaven? Was there a heaven? There had to be a God, because exorcism worked, but that didn't mean He gave two hoots about what happened to anyone after they died. An even more horrifying thought occurred to her - what if there was a heaven, but she wasn't allowed in it? As one of the cowboy robots raised a gun to point to her head, she decided that whatever was ahead of her, she would just have to deal with it. She'd been improvising for most of her life, and most of her death, too. She smiled quietly. She was ready.
BANG.
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