Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Final Round: The Asylum]
11-08-2011, 11:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
"God damn it."
Arckal was in despair. He was so close to escaping this situation, just a clean up away, and then whatever... that was had to go and do whatever the hell it did.
He killed Shieldman. First he caused the death of Ka Sve Gle with his clumsiness and now he killed Shieldman. It was all him, no excuses.
Breaking out of his slump to observe the new world around him led to a simple shudder. The sunny rays of the odd, physics defying land were completely replaced by a sense of dread. The walls, which seemed to shift in color, resurfaced the sense of despair and hopelessness lingering in his guilt. The hallway he was in was completely empty. Behind him was a wall.
He sighed. "There's no where else to go..." He started to run.
Eventually, he ran into a door, the only door in the entire hallway. As he had ran through, he heard... things. He was defensive, vigilant, and most of all, scared. Without another option, he opened the door.
<font color="#4B647D">"And what fresh hell is this." A man with black hair, speckled with grey stood, bound in a classic, white straight jacket. He was thin, malnourished, and had a look of someone defeated. This was quickly replaced by one of dejection as he noticed Arckal enter his room.
"So? You don't look like a Them, and you aren't dressed like an inmate, so what the hell are you and what do you want?"
"Uh... I'm Arckal Stitch. I was brought here against my will by some... weird ethereal voice that's been sending me across the multiverse and I've been trying to escape but... I've met difficulties." After a pause, he added, "Uh... you don't seem particularly insane for being in an asylum."
"Of course I'm not insane... multiversal voice huh? Hmmm. Seems like we've got the same sort of situation going on Arckal. I've been trying to escape my own thing for quite a while and now I've been plopped in this asylum. Soon as I got here, I was bound for no good reason. Seeing that we got the same plight going on, want to lend me a hand?"
Arckal paused for a moment. So far, no help given or accepted had gone to pure waste, though his dealings with The Extravagant had been less than stellar. Here, this person, rude as he was, claimed to be in the same if not similar situation than him. Did that mean that there was a fourth or fifth person, besides Reuben lurking about? It was then that he remembered about Reuben.
"Shit, Rueben." Arkcal quickly checked his pockets and bag for any Restrainium he may have kept, something that could get rid of the dangerous blob. The man just looked a bit bored, but seeing that he wanted to get out somehow and that this Arckal schmuck was the best shot he had, he decided to ask, "Who's that?"
"He's the other... thing traveling with me. We were four but after one of us died, we moved on to another place. Rueben is a dangerous blob thing that's been killing people, I've tried to stop him but that hasn't worked out so well. The only thing that can harm him is this metal." He walked to bound man, and deciding that he needed all the help he could get, untied him. "Think you can help me stop him before he does anything?"</font>
Well that was easy.
Free from his binds, the man momentarily stood. He didn't want to go on a wild blob chase, but he still didn't have any leads on the Them's machine for hot-footing it out. While he didn't want to trust this Arckal to watch his back, he didn't see harm in having someone to feed to Them if he needed a quick escape. The man motioned toward the door and he and Arkcal left the cell, into a new hallway.
Had Arckal payed notice to the name tag on the straightjacket that lay face down on the floor, he would have read the name "Benjamin Jetsam."
"God damn it."
Arckal was in despair. He was so close to escaping this situation, just a clean up away, and then whatever... that was had to go and do whatever the hell it did.
He killed Shieldman. First he caused the death of Ka Sve Gle with his clumsiness and now he killed Shieldman. It was all him, no excuses.
Breaking out of his slump to observe the new world around him led to a simple shudder. The sunny rays of the odd, physics defying land were completely replaced by a sense of dread. The walls, which seemed to shift in color, resurfaced the sense of despair and hopelessness lingering in his guilt. The hallway he was in was completely empty. Behind him was a wall.
He sighed. "There's no where else to go..." He started to run.
Eventually, he ran into a door, the only door in the entire hallway. As he had ran through, he heard... things. He was defensive, vigilant, and most of all, scared. Without another option, he opened the door.
<font color="#4B647D">"And what fresh hell is this." A man with black hair, speckled with grey stood, bound in a classic, white straight jacket. He was thin, malnourished, and had a look of someone defeated. This was quickly replaced by one of dejection as he noticed Arckal enter his room.
"So? You don't look like a Them, and you aren't dressed like an inmate, so what the hell are you and what do you want?"
"Uh... I'm Arckal Stitch. I was brought here against my will by some... weird ethereal voice that's been sending me across the multiverse and I've been trying to escape but... I've met difficulties." After a pause, he added, "Uh... you don't seem particularly insane for being in an asylum."
"Of course I'm not insane... multiversal voice huh? Hmmm. Seems like we've got the same sort of situation going on Arckal. I've been trying to escape my own thing for quite a while and now I've been plopped in this asylum. Soon as I got here, I was bound for no good reason. Seeing that we got the same plight going on, want to lend me a hand?"
Arckal paused for a moment. So far, no help given or accepted had gone to pure waste, though his dealings with The Extravagant had been less than stellar. Here, this person, rude as he was, claimed to be in the same if not similar situation than him. Did that mean that there was a fourth or fifth person, besides Reuben lurking about? It was then that he remembered about Reuben.
"Shit, Rueben." Arkcal quickly checked his pockets and bag for any Restrainium he may have kept, something that could get rid of the dangerous blob. The man just looked a bit bored, but seeing that he wanted to get out somehow and that this Arckal schmuck was the best shot he had, he decided to ask, "Who's that?"
"He's the other... thing traveling with me. We were four but after one of us died, we moved on to another place. Rueben is a dangerous blob thing that's been killing people, I've tried to stop him but that hasn't worked out so well. The only thing that can harm him is this metal." He walked to bound man, and deciding that he needed all the help he could get, untied him. "Think you can help me stop him before he does anything?"</font>
Well that was easy.
Free from his binds, the man momentarily stood. He didn't want to go on a wild blob chase, but he still didn't have any leads on the Them's machine for hot-footing it out. While he didn't want to trust this Arckal to watch his back, he didn't see harm in having someone to feed to Them if he needed a quick escape. The man motioned toward the door and he and Arkcal left the cell, into a new hallway.
Had Arckal payed notice to the name tag on the straightjacket that lay face down on the floor, he would have read the name "Benjamin Jetsam."