Re: The Grand Battle [Round 3! Killville!]
09-13-2009, 12:24 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aeon found himself to be inside the bakery. The smell of not-so-fresh dough lingered in the air, but it was a pleasant change from the rotting smells that dominate nearly the entirety of the town. Few pieces of bread were still edible, and Aeon could tell that there was something strange about them. He grabbed a few pieces and stored them, taking note of the slight irony with his luck of finding food items. He sat down at a nearby table and began thinking about what has happened so far.
Only a few hours ago he had been running a few errands for a friend back in his hometown. Moments later, he was taking control of a poltergeist and summoning illusions to scare off a necromancer. An hour later he was sabotaging a flying vehicle piloted by a half-dragon in the midst of falling buildings. And now, he was sitting in an abandoned bakery pondering what has happened. He found it all to be a bit strange in retrospective.
A slim figure in the doorway interrupted his thoughts. It did not enter the bakery, but gave a vague motion that it was hungry. Hoping for the best, Aeon tossed him a piece of bread and thought nothing of it.
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Emily saw the figure stand in front of the doorway to the bakery. Aeon was obviously inside, but she could not see anything in the building. She saw the figure catch something and eat it.
Seconds later the figure convulsed and began transforming. It grew fur and its body practically reversed itself in proportions. As soon as the transformation was complete, the werewolf lunged into the bakery. Amethyst stopped the probe, thinking it is best to not see what is next.
"What are you doing?! Show me what happened in there!" Emily exclaimed, thoughts racing through her head.
"I believe it is best that you don't see what is next." Amethyst replied simply.
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Shit, shit, shit... Aeon thought, as he ran out of the bakery with a pair of daggers in his hands. The werewolf was already moving towards him, and Aeon leaped out of the way. It is faster than I am, but I'm nore agile.
Aeon threw the dagger in his left hand at the werewolf, hitting it directly in the eye. It didn't seem to care much. As Aeon was running back towards the house, he took a small silver charm from his pocket and pressed it into the handle of the other dagger. As he turned around the corner, however, he was greeted by a rotting figure with a horribly-deformed arm.
"Why hello there, buddy. Missed me?!" Lutherion cackled as he began to attack.
Aeon found himself to be inside the bakery. The smell of not-so-fresh dough lingered in the air, but it was a pleasant change from the rotting smells that dominate nearly the entirety of the town. Few pieces of bread were still edible, and Aeon could tell that there was something strange about them. He grabbed a few pieces and stored them, taking note of the slight irony with his luck of finding food items. He sat down at a nearby table and began thinking about what has happened so far.
Only a few hours ago he had been running a few errands for a friend back in his hometown. Moments later, he was taking control of a poltergeist and summoning illusions to scare off a necromancer. An hour later he was sabotaging a flying vehicle piloted by a half-dragon in the midst of falling buildings. And now, he was sitting in an abandoned bakery pondering what has happened. He found it all to be a bit strange in retrospective.
A slim figure in the doorway interrupted his thoughts. It did not enter the bakery, but gave a vague motion that it was hungry. Hoping for the best, Aeon tossed him a piece of bread and thought nothing of it.
-----
Emily saw the figure stand in front of the doorway to the bakery. Aeon was obviously inside, but she could not see anything in the building. She saw the figure catch something and eat it.
Seconds later the figure convulsed and began transforming. It grew fur and its body practically reversed itself in proportions. As soon as the transformation was complete, the werewolf lunged into the bakery. Amethyst stopped the probe, thinking it is best to not see what is next.
"What are you doing?! Show me what happened in there!" Emily exclaimed, thoughts racing through her head.
"I believe it is best that you don't see what is next." Amethyst replied simply.
-----
Shit, shit, shit... Aeon thought, as he ran out of the bakery with a pair of daggers in his hands. The werewolf was already moving towards him, and Aeon leaped out of the way. It is faster than I am, but I'm nore agile.
Aeon threw the dagger in his left hand at the werewolf, hitting it directly in the eye. It didn't seem to care much. As Aeon was running back towards the house, he took a small silver charm from his pocket and pressed it into the handle of the other dagger. As he turned around the corner, however, he was greeted by a rotting figure with a horribly-deformed arm.
"Why hello there, buddy. Missed me?!" Lutherion cackled as he began to attack.