Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-19-2009, 05:07 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Across the countless worlds, many cultures believe in a "spirit realm". The details vary between cultures, but the basic concept is the same - there is a plane of existence, separate from the physical world, in which beings known as spirits roam free. Contact between the worlds is impossible except under special circumstances, though generally the spirits can interact with the physical world more freely than the other way around.
Eximo Pulvis was now in the spirit realm. It could see the physical world - indeed, it could see it better than those who resided in it. But it could not touch anything around it.
Its physical body had been largely slapped together from countless corpses, along with parts from an old, broken-down vacuum cleaner. Its spirit reflected this - rather than a single mind, it was an amalgamation. The spirits of all the beings it had once been had fused together, with none being dominant. What personality it had was largely formed by its time as a vacuum cleaner.
But recent events had awakened a baser instinct. Being composed of so many spirits, it was naturally inclined to draw other wandering spirits into it. At first, this had not been intentional - the process had happened gradually on its own, without Eximo's conscious awareness.
That changed once it had gotten a "taste" of the new spirit. Now it was a hunter, seeking its escaped prey. All else paled in importance.
***
On the other side of the battlefield, two spirits came across a strange wall. If they were visible, they would have resembled Lutherion.
Even we cannot pass this, one "said" to the other, in a voice that could not be heard. The two had agreed to call this one "the Elder", and the other "the Younger".
That means that... thing cannot either, noted the Younger. If we could find a way past it, we would be safe. Perhaps the living ones can aid us?
Why would they want to? They would detest us. After all, we serve Master Lutherion. The Elder's "voice" would have sounded annoyed, if it could be heard.
Do we still? asked the Younger. We are no longer bound to those bodies. Thanks to that infernal machine, I no longer even have one I could be bound to.
It hardly matters, replied the Elder. They will not trust us. Even if they did not know who we were, they would likely think it a trick by these "Gentlemen". No, if we are to escape... whatever that was... we will need to do it ourselves.
I could help you, a third voice said, suddenly. For a price.
The spirits turned towards the voice, and saw Nathan, staring blankly ahead... and on the spirit plane, they saw the demon, grinning.
Spoiler
Across the countless worlds, many cultures believe in a "spirit realm". The details vary between cultures, but the basic concept is the same - there is a plane of existence, separate from the physical world, in which beings known as spirits roam free. Contact between the worlds is impossible except under special circumstances, though generally the spirits can interact with the physical world more freely than the other way around.
Eximo Pulvis was now in the spirit realm. It could see the physical world - indeed, it could see it better than those who resided in it. But it could not touch anything around it.
Its physical body had been largely slapped together from countless corpses, along with parts from an old, broken-down vacuum cleaner. Its spirit reflected this - rather than a single mind, it was an amalgamation. The spirits of all the beings it had once been had fused together, with none being dominant. What personality it had was largely formed by its time as a vacuum cleaner.
But recent events had awakened a baser instinct. Being composed of so many spirits, it was naturally inclined to draw other wandering spirits into it. At first, this had not been intentional - the process had happened gradually on its own, without Eximo's conscious awareness.
That changed once it had gotten a "taste" of the new spirit. Now it was a hunter, seeking its escaped prey. All else paled in importance.
***
On the other side of the battlefield, two spirits came across a strange wall. If they were visible, they would have resembled Lutherion.
Even we cannot pass this, one "said" to the other, in a voice that could not be heard. The two had agreed to call this one "the Elder", and the other "the Younger".
That means that... thing cannot either, noted the Younger. If we could find a way past it, we would be safe. Perhaps the living ones can aid us?
Why would they want to? They would detest us. After all, we serve Master Lutherion. The Elder's "voice" would have sounded annoyed, if it could be heard.
Do we still? asked the Younger. We are no longer bound to those bodies. Thanks to that infernal machine, I no longer even have one I could be bound to.
It hardly matters, replied the Elder. They will not trust us. Even if they did not know who we were, they would likely think it a trick by these "Gentlemen". No, if we are to escape... whatever that was... we will need to do it ourselves.
I could help you, a third voice said, suddenly. For a price.
The spirits turned towards the voice, and saw Nathan, staring blankly ahead... and on the spirit plane, they saw the demon, grinning.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse