Re: The Grand Battle [Round 3! Killville!]
09-24-2009, 08:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
Amethyst stared puzzled at the data on her armband. Either she had gotten really bad a math in the past few minutes, or the data was completely conflicting. Approximately 8 entities were present, three of them could easily be Lutherion's constructs. However the energy signals were completely messed up.
As she sat pondering, 'Aeon' came to a landing on her cube, and in a fairly unconvincing impression,
"Hey there Amy, crazy place this is ain't it?"
The mimic briefly contemplated how he had shortened Amethyst's name to create a fairly normal sounding 'nickname.' For some reason, it felt rather proud of this piece of wit.
"'Crazy' may very well be the most accurate term I can consider."
She looked up. The mimic had a face similar to a salesman trying to make a good impression.
"If possible, I would like to request the assistance of your analytical abilities in the current situation. 'Sharing data' may be the most effective way for either of us to 'succeed' in the current situation."
"Really now?" The mimic said. It's plan was working even better, here Amethyst was probably about to spill all sorts of fun exploitable gimmicks of this arena.
"For one, various sensors have detected oddities in the signals of the 'contestants.' The data is completely inconsistent, and I cannot isolate any one individual based on my previous observations.
I have reasoned that three of Lutherion's 'constructs' are likely present. However, no unit on this map has matched the degree of mana Lutherion would be likely to utilize for such a feat. Likewise, the signal I have reasoned to be Lutherion himself is significantly weaker than anticipated...
What are your thoughts?"
The mimic nodded, paused for a second, and proclaimed almost proudly,
"I have no idea what you just said!"
"I see... is it my choice of wording again...?"
Amethyst took a couple steps towards 'Aeon,' seemingly staring off into the distance.
"It's just that I... I..."
It was hard to tell exactly what tone she was speaking in. Her voice was mechanical as always, but strangely solemn. She leaned in close...
And the smell of decaying flesh confirmed her suspicions. She couldn't use magic, but she still had one trick left in reserve. In a flash, Amethyst's leg was raised, and her foot collided directly with the mimic's crotch.
The beast lost it's shapeshift, and howled in pain. But before it could recover, Amethyst slammed it's face with her elbow, knocking it to the side. With nowhere left to run, she leaped from the floating cube, and began falling.
It was a couple minutes before she hit something. It was of course, another cube. Her right leg had taken most of the landing, and Amethyst clutched it in pain.
Again, she considered what her old self would have said in this situation.
"This is really the worst time for a broken leg."
No, that's not right.
Her old self would've added the word 'fuck' somewhere.
Amethyst stared puzzled at the data on her armband. Either she had gotten really bad a math in the past few minutes, or the data was completely conflicting. Approximately 8 entities were present, three of them could easily be Lutherion's constructs. However the energy signals were completely messed up.
As she sat pondering, 'Aeon' came to a landing on her cube, and in a fairly unconvincing impression,
"Hey there Amy, crazy place this is ain't it?"
The mimic briefly contemplated how he had shortened Amethyst's name to create a fairly normal sounding 'nickname.' For some reason, it felt rather proud of this piece of wit.
"'Crazy' may very well be the most accurate term I can consider."
She looked up. The mimic had a face similar to a salesman trying to make a good impression.
"If possible, I would like to request the assistance of your analytical abilities in the current situation. 'Sharing data' may be the most effective way for either of us to 'succeed' in the current situation."
"Really now?" The mimic said. It's plan was working even better, here Amethyst was probably about to spill all sorts of fun exploitable gimmicks of this arena.
"For one, various sensors have detected oddities in the signals of the 'contestants.' The data is completely inconsistent, and I cannot isolate any one individual based on my previous observations.
I have reasoned that three of Lutherion's 'constructs' are likely present. However, no unit on this map has matched the degree of mana Lutherion would be likely to utilize for such a feat. Likewise, the signal I have reasoned to be Lutherion himself is significantly weaker than anticipated...
What are your thoughts?"
The mimic nodded, paused for a second, and proclaimed almost proudly,
"I have no idea what you just said!"
"I see... is it my choice of wording again...?"
Amethyst took a couple steps towards 'Aeon,' seemingly staring off into the distance.
"It's just that I... I..."
It was hard to tell exactly what tone she was speaking in. Her voice was mechanical as always, but strangely solemn. She leaned in close...
And the smell of decaying flesh confirmed her suspicions. She couldn't use magic, but she still had one trick left in reserve. In a flash, Amethyst's leg was raised, and her foot collided directly with the mimic's crotch.
The beast lost it's shapeshift, and howled in pain. But before it could recover, Amethyst slammed it's face with her elbow, knocking it to the side. With nowhere left to run, she leaped from the floating cube, and began falling.
It was a couple minutes before she hit something. It was of course, another cube. Her right leg had taken most of the landing, and Amethyst clutched it in pain.
Again, she considered what her old self would have said in this situation.
"This is really the worst time for a broken leg."
No, that's not right.
Her old self would've added the word 'fuck' somewhere.
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