Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Final Round: The Asylum]
03-02-2012, 10:55 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
"Thank you for your promise of aid, Sir Cedric, with the help of your group I am sure that those wretched elders will be defeated. We shall meet soon."
With the sentient cloud of fireflies off to wherever her delusions would lead, Arckal, Jetsam, and Hilux ceased their trot at the sight of the ragged healer.
<font color="#8DB6CD">"Hi. The trip was okay then? Good, great."
Hello, the name's Arckal Stich, this is Hilux, and this is... Arckal moved close to Ywie and whispered, "Actually he's been pretty cagey with his real name, buuuuut I could have sworn that one of those weirdo's called him Jetsman so I don't exactly blame him." Arckal cleared his throat and continued, "So miss..."
"Ywie."
"Miss Ywie, what exactly can you do for Reuben? He's sort of a blob. I wasn't even sure he was Reuben anymore."
"A blob?"
"A monster-hivemind creature, synthetic, Iiiii wasn't really paying attention to the details. It is your basic B-Movie plot."
"Really, it sounds like you've been through quite a bit... I don't know if we have time but..."
While Arckal began to retell the story of his last few hours, Jetsam continued to sulk and muse on his situation. So far his dealings with Arckal hadn't exactly been great, but they were miles better than how it was before they met. There wasn't really anything all that terrible and reminiscent of his oppressor's touch, (Jetsam hadn't seen or heard of a nurse yet) and come to think of it, even the way he got here wasn't how he was used to. Could he be free from his oppressors eye? Could his freedom be within his grip?
It was a hope he had had before, one always lost at the final moment. Either way, he felt like he could deal with Arckal for a while longer, supposing that that he at least owed him one for the fight.
"HONK HONK."
Oh god damn it the motorcycle is trying to get my attention again.
Jetsam swallowed up his feelings, and once more attempted to converse with the otherkin motorcycle. "Yes?"
"I was wondering what you were thinking about, that way I could use my speakers to play the appropriate music."
By now, Jetsam knew better than to try to convince Hilux that he didn't have any of the features of a Toyota Hilux. "N-no, that's fine. I just want to be alone for bit, so if you could just leave for a while longer, that would be nice."
If Hilux could look dejected, he would, "Oh... okay, I guess no one ever needs my help anyway."
As the motorcycle began to sputter away, Arckal and Ywie had finished briefing each other.
The easiest part would be the crowded ride to Rueben's room. Ywie had sensed the mob outside of his room and almost worst of all, the nurse inside his room. They would ride up to his block, and then split up. Arckal would distract the mob with his general action-ness, while Jetsman, (Jetsam frowned at being called such, but made no corrections), Ywie, and Hilux would ride in and either heal or escape with Reuben, depending on the nurse's condition.
A simple plan followed by them escaping to the transit room and hopefully leaving this wretched asylum forever. Assuming that there wasn't some spanner in the works or another kind of complication, everything would go perfectly.
It certainly helped that at the moment, Asteria was somewhat trapped. The trickster ghost's attempts at returning to the spiritual and returning to her observation of the dynamic duo and their antics had failed miserably, almost as if she was locked inside the woman's mind. It was terrifying. Truly trapped, without knowledge to why or how. If she wasn't trying to avoid the attention of others in her stuck state, she would have screamed.
Arckal could have sworn he heard something.
Walking the halls in search for some sort of weapon, to help him distract the mob, he wandered, following a voice that he wasn't actually sure was there...
Sometime later, Jetsam squinted as Arckal walked back from his search with nothing except a flowing blue cape. "Is that all? You didn't find anything else in this loony bin? Really?"
Arckal smiled, "This is all I'll need, trust me." With a thumbs up and a wink he got on Hilux and motioned for everyone else to follow.
"Oh geez, wow this is starting to get hard, lady how much do you weigh? You look like I should be able to carry like, twenty of you but wow I think I'm edging my limit here."
Arckal revved Hilux's engine and began to drive forward, "Come on Hilux, that's rude."
"It's probably all Jetsman's baggage." Ywie chuckled at her joke.
"But he isn't carrying any luggage!"
Jetsam just sighed.
Everyone knows that moment in the movie. The Action Sequence. The one where the hero starts off and starts to go wild and more or less blows up, kills, or saves everything. As Jetsam drove off to circle to the other side with Ywie to save his blobby 'friend,' Arckal Stich, prepared his stride to the mob attempting to assault the doctor inside. As his newly acquired cape flowed behind him, he drew closer and closer to the mob, trying to come up with a proper quip.
"Hey, I know you are all in a crazy bin, but you must have one hell of a disease if you are going to mess with me!"
There was silence as the individual members of the mob attempted to process each and every thing that was wrong with that line. Arckal stepped back and reached behind his back, staring directly at the largest of the mob members. Taking out a sword with his right hand and a shotgun with the left, he was ready.
"I hope that the practical portion of the test makes up for the verbal one."
*bang*</font>
"Thank you for your promise of aid, Sir Cedric, with the help of your group I am sure that those wretched elders will be defeated. We shall meet soon."
With the sentient cloud of fireflies off to wherever her delusions would lead, Arckal, Jetsam, and Hilux ceased their trot at the sight of the ragged healer.
<font color="#8DB6CD">"Hi. The trip was okay then? Good, great."
Hello, the name's Arckal Stich, this is Hilux, and this is... Arckal moved close to Ywie and whispered, "Actually he's been pretty cagey with his real name, buuuuut I could have sworn that one of those weirdo's called him Jetsman so I don't exactly blame him." Arckal cleared his throat and continued, "So miss..."
"Ywie."
"Miss Ywie, what exactly can you do for Reuben? He's sort of a blob. I wasn't even sure he was Reuben anymore."
"A blob?"
"A monster-hivemind creature, synthetic, Iiiii wasn't really paying attention to the details. It is your basic B-Movie plot."
"Really, it sounds like you've been through quite a bit... I don't know if we have time but..."
While Arckal began to retell the story of his last few hours, Jetsam continued to sulk and muse on his situation. So far his dealings with Arckal hadn't exactly been great, but they were miles better than how it was before they met. There wasn't really anything all that terrible and reminiscent of his oppressor's touch, (Jetsam hadn't seen or heard of a nurse yet) and come to think of it, even the way he got here wasn't how he was used to. Could he be free from his oppressors eye? Could his freedom be within his grip?
It was a hope he had had before, one always lost at the final moment. Either way, he felt like he could deal with Arckal for a while longer, supposing that that he at least owed him one for the fight.
"HONK HONK."
Oh god damn it the motorcycle is trying to get my attention again.
Jetsam swallowed up his feelings, and once more attempted to converse with the otherkin motorcycle. "Yes?"
"I was wondering what you were thinking about, that way I could use my speakers to play the appropriate music."
By now, Jetsam knew better than to try to convince Hilux that he didn't have any of the features of a Toyota Hilux. "N-no, that's fine. I just want to be alone for bit, so if you could just leave for a while longer, that would be nice."
If Hilux could look dejected, he would, "Oh... okay, I guess no one ever needs my help anyway."
As the motorcycle began to sputter away, Arckal and Ywie had finished briefing each other.
The easiest part would be the crowded ride to Rueben's room. Ywie had sensed the mob outside of his room and almost worst of all, the nurse inside his room. They would ride up to his block, and then split up. Arckal would distract the mob with his general action-ness, while Jetsman, (Jetsam frowned at being called such, but made no corrections), Ywie, and Hilux would ride in and either heal or escape with Reuben, depending on the nurse's condition.
A simple plan followed by them escaping to the transit room and hopefully leaving this wretched asylum forever. Assuming that there wasn't some spanner in the works or another kind of complication, everything would go perfectly.
It certainly helped that at the moment, Asteria was somewhat trapped. The trickster ghost's attempts at returning to the spiritual and returning to her observation of the dynamic duo and their antics had failed miserably, almost as if she was locked inside the woman's mind. It was terrifying. Truly trapped, without knowledge to why or how. If she wasn't trying to avoid the attention of others in her stuck state, she would have screamed.
Arckal could have sworn he heard something.
Walking the halls in search for some sort of weapon, to help him distract the mob, he wandered, following a voice that he wasn't actually sure was there...
Sometime later, Jetsam squinted as Arckal walked back from his search with nothing except a flowing blue cape. "Is that all? You didn't find anything else in this loony bin? Really?"
Arckal smiled, "This is all I'll need, trust me." With a thumbs up and a wink he got on Hilux and motioned for everyone else to follow.
"Oh geez, wow this is starting to get hard, lady how much do you weigh? You look like I should be able to carry like, twenty of you but wow I think I'm edging my limit here."
Arckal revved Hilux's engine and began to drive forward, "Come on Hilux, that's rude."
"It's probably all Jetsman's baggage." Ywie chuckled at her joke.
"But he isn't carrying any luggage!"
Jetsam just sighed.
Everyone knows that moment in the movie. The Action Sequence. The one where the hero starts off and starts to go wild and more or less blows up, kills, or saves everything. As Jetsam drove off to circle to the other side with Ywie to save his blobby 'friend,' Arckal Stich, prepared his stride to the mob attempting to assault the doctor inside. As his newly acquired cape flowed behind him, he drew closer and closer to the mob, trying to come up with a proper quip.
"Hey, I know you are all in a crazy bin, but you must have one hell of a disease if you are going to mess with me!"
There was silence as the individual members of the mob attempted to process each and every thing that was wrong with that line. Arckal stepped back and reached behind his back, staring directly at the largest of the mob members. Taking out a sword with his right hand and a shotgun with the left, he was ready.
"I hope that the practical portion of the test makes up for the verbal one."
*bang*</font>