Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Final Round: The Asylum]
03-09-2012, 11:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
The mob of freed people, led by Jetsam, waded through the halls of the asylum. The walk was not one without events, there was the return of the dragonlike person and his friend (once more knocked unconscious), an encounter with another nurse (dropped down off one of the rails), and some odd old man who who almost turned Hilux into bread (convinced that there were demons down the hall, moments later they heard a roar of pain (it wasn't from the old man)).
<font color="#408000">Nothing was truly difficult to overcome until he came back into the picture. At first it was faint, just some clanking, it could have been anything really. Then it started to get louder and louder, attracting the attention of some of the scientists, discerning them. As they expressed their concerns to the glowing pack leader, there was a ghostly shout of glee as Dorukumets smashed through a wall in front of them.
"Aha, there you are!" The arrogant ghost pointed his blade at Rueben, "You... are different than I recall you being, but I see it in your spirit that you are the same, the one that I am to be searching for. Come with me. Now."
Before Rueben could react, Arckal jumped back, grabbed Hilux, and took out a similar sword as the one that the knight wielded. He revved up the motorcycle and swung the sword, meeting Dorukumets' head on.
Taking advantage of the distracted knight, the others moved quickly, hoping to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Most of them had already died once, and it wasn't something they wanted to experience again.
Knocking himself back from the collision, Arckal shouted at the floating knight, "Hey, nobrain, if you want to get to my friend, you'll have to get through me." Arckal and Hilux then landed on the rails a floor below.
"And what? You are down there, and I am up here, completely free to grab this Rueben all by myself, without any opposition."
"Yea, but then you'd be a chicken."
"Ooooooooooooooh! He called you a chicken."
Had the ghost any blood left, he would be a fiery red. Had he someone hanging over his shoulder, telling him to keep his emotions in check, he perhaps would have followed the logical course of action. But not only did he not have any such thing, Arckal called him a chicken! "DORUKUMETS IS NO POULTRY, I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE."
"Then let's rock!" Revving up Hilux once more, Arckal drove through the corridors of the Asylum, trying to keep track of where the others were going, while still keeping Dorukumets away. As they sped through the corridors, the ghostly knight not far behind, Arckal and Hilux struggled to keep control while still reaching into the cape for the odd weaponry.
"I don't know what's wrong, I don't think I can take much more!"
"Hold on Hilux, I think I've got it." Arckal took out a metal baseball bat, and slightly slowed down, to let Dorukumets come nearer.
"Foolish one, your road ends here! I have the advantage, after all, you must pilot your vehicle and fight me at once, just give up." Dorukumets swung his blade forward, only for it to be parried by Arckal's bat.
Arckal grinned as the weapons collided, "No Dorukumets, you are wrong, I'm the one with the advantage. Hilux, turn!"
The motorcycle swerved around, with Arckal still standing on it, empowering his swing forward. Arckal leaped up, took out a club, and started to beat Dorukumets with both.
The ghostly knight recoiled, "What? How? your vehicle, it moves by itself!"
"That's the mighty engine power of a 2001 Toyota Hilux!" Arckal threw the bat at Dorukumets and then reached into his cape again, this time taking out a glowing net and throwing it over the ghost. He stuck the landing. Thumbs up to Hilux, end scene.
When Arckal made his way back to the others, they were almost at their destination. Soon, everything would be alright, they'd all go back home. At this point most of the patients had begun to be subdued by the nurses or each other, many of them too engrossed in paranoia to even come close to the the portal. Not to mention, if they had gotten there, they wouldn't be able to get in anyway.
"When did you get that keycard anyway?"
Jetsam swiped the key scanner, slowly opening the door that would lead them to their collective freedom. "I stole it from the doctor after someone pushed me into that beast they call a nurse."
The large door opened halfway, showing a glimpse of a room, much brighter than the rest of the asylum. Anyone who was paying attention would have seen a silhouette as well. "I said I was sorry, it was instinctual, won't you pwease forgive me Jetsman?"
"And stop calling me that!"
The door finally opened, and the silhouette stepped forward, giving off his usual drawl, "Excuse me, am I interrupting something? I promise I won't be long, I've just got some business here."
The tall man with long arms and legs had a spring in his step as he moved toward the group, his fiery red hair shined in the brighter room. He parked himself right in front of Arckal and Reuben, his cane making a loud clack as he placed his weight on it. He leaned over at the two, "Specifically, you," his smoky tobacco breath making them slightly cringe.
"Oh, but where are my manners," he leaned back and tipped his top hat, "The name's Saturday, Mr. Saturday. I am what you could call a collector, in this case, of souls." The last word was dragged out, sending Arckal and Reuben just the right message.
Arckal wouldn't have any of it, he reached into his cape only to have his hand whacked by Saturday's cane.
"Quick to act aren't we? Well, I suppose it is in your nature. Along with a few other things. So this won't be an easy job, of course, of course. Well, I'm willing to take a gamble if you are, how about," Saturday put on a big, malicious grin and stroked his goatee, "we cut a deal?" </font>
The mob of freed people, led by Jetsam, waded through the halls of the asylum. The walk was not one without events, there was the return of the dragonlike person and his friend (once more knocked unconscious), an encounter with another nurse (dropped down off one of the rails), and some odd old man who who almost turned Hilux into bread (convinced that there were demons down the hall, moments later they heard a roar of pain (it wasn't from the old man)).
<font color="#408000">Nothing was truly difficult to overcome until he came back into the picture. At first it was faint, just some clanking, it could have been anything really. Then it started to get louder and louder, attracting the attention of some of the scientists, discerning them. As they expressed their concerns to the glowing pack leader, there was a ghostly shout of glee as Dorukumets smashed through a wall in front of them.
"Aha, there you are!" The arrogant ghost pointed his blade at Rueben, "You... are different than I recall you being, but I see it in your spirit that you are the same, the one that I am to be searching for. Come with me. Now."
Before Rueben could react, Arckal jumped back, grabbed Hilux, and took out a similar sword as the one that the knight wielded. He revved up the motorcycle and swung the sword, meeting Dorukumets' head on.
Taking advantage of the distracted knight, the others moved quickly, hoping to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Most of them had already died once, and it wasn't something they wanted to experience again.
Knocking himself back from the collision, Arckal shouted at the floating knight, "Hey, nobrain, if you want to get to my friend, you'll have to get through me." Arckal and Hilux then landed on the rails a floor below.
"And what? You are down there, and I am up here, completely free to grab this Rueben all by myself, without any opposition."
"Yea, but then you'd be a chicken."
"Ooooooooooooooh! He called you a chicken."
Had the ghost any blood left, he would be a fiery red. Had he someone hanging over his shoulder, telling him to keep his emotions in check, he perhaps would have followed the logical course of action. But not only did he not have any such thing, Arckal called him a chicken! "DORUKUMETS IS NO POULTRY, I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE."
"Then let's rock!" Revving up Hilux once more, Arckal drove through the corridors of the Asylum, trying to keep track of where the others were going, while still keeping Dorukumets away. As they sped through the corridors, the ghostly knight not far behind, Arckal and Hilux struggled to keep control while still reaching into the cape for the odd weaponry.
"I don't know what's wrong, I don't think I can take much more!"
"Hold on Hilux, I think I've got it." Arckal took out a metal baseball bat, and slightly slowed down, to let Dorukumets come nearer.
"Foolish one, your road ends here! I have the advantage, after all, you must pilot your vehicle and fight me at once, just give up." Dorukumets swung his blade forward, only for it to be parried by Arckal's bat.
Arckal grinned as the weapons collided, "No Dorukumets, you are wrong, I'm the one with the advantage. Hilux, turn!"
The motorcycle swerved around, with Arckal still standing on it, empowering his swing forward. Arckal leaped up, took out a club, and started to beat Dorukumets with both.
The ghostly knight recoiled, "What? How? your vehicle, it moves by itself!"
"That's the mighty engine power of a 2001 Toyota Hilux!" Arckal threw the bat at Dorukumets and then reached into his cape again, this time taking out a glowing net and throwing it over the ghost. He stuck the landing. Thumbs up to Hilux, end scene.
When Arckal made his way back to the others, they were almost at their destination. Soon, everything would be alright, they'd all go back home. At this point most of the patients had begun to be subdued by the nurses or each other, many of them too engrossed in paranoia to even come close to the the portal. Not to mention, if they had gotten there, they wouldn't be able to get in anyway.
"When did you get that keycard anyway?"
Jetsam swiped the key scanner, slowly opening the door that would lead them to their collective freedom. "I stole it from the doctor after someone pushed me into that beast they call a nurse."
The large door opened halfway, showing a glimpse of a room, much brighter than the rest of the asylum. Anyone who was paying attention would have seen a silhouette as well. "I said I was sorry, it was instinctual, won't you pwease forgive me Jetsman?"
"And stop calling me that!"
The door finally opened, and the silhouette stepped forward, giving off his usual drawl, "Excuse me, am I interrupting something? I promise I won't be long, I've just got some business here."
The tall man with long arms and legs had a spring in his step as he moved toward the group, his fiery red hair shined in the brighter room. He parked himself right in front of Arckal and Reuben, his cane making a loud clack as he placed his weight on it. He leaned over at the two, "Specifically, you," his smoky tobacco breath making them slightly cringe.
"Oh, but where are my manners," he leaned back and tipped his top hat, "The name's Saturday, Mr. Saturday. I am what you could call a collector, in this case, of souls." The last word was dragged out, sending Arckal and Reuben just the right message.
Arckal wouldn't have any of it, he reached into his cape only to have his hand whacked by Saturday's cane.
"Quick to act aren't we? Well, I suppose it is in your nature. Along with a few other things. So this won't be an easy job, of course, of course. Well, I'm willing to take a gamble if you are, how about," Saturday put on a big, malicious grin and stroked his goatee, "we cut a deal?" </font>