Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-22-2009, 08:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aeon was floating directly above the crystal and Lutherion... Luther. Amethyst had flown towards the edge of the field to examine the trees and possibly find whatever she needed to possibly escape. Nevertheless, an interesting scene was unfolding below.
The vacuum was on its side, its wheels spinning uselessly. It did not seem to take the obvious course of action--righting itself up--and was thus rendered immobile. Luther himself was in a state of mild shock, both by the fact that he was alive, and by the fact that he had no clue where he was. With Nathan wandering aimlessly about the field, as if in a trance, nobody posed an immediate threat at the moment.
Luther examined himself rather thoroughly, as if making sure he was alive in the flesh. He noticed the vacuum, frowned slightly, and reached over to flip it. However, as he reached, the flesh on his arm began unraveling, revealing bits of bone and dripping fresh blood. Luther recoiled, first having a sense of pain on his face, then a sense of fear. He looked backwards, saw the crystal, and backed slightly closer to it.
Aeon took the moment to glide downwards, beside the vacuum. Deciding that it had little incentive to attack him, he righted it and it promptly began vacuuming the bits of flesh and blood left behind from Luther's arm. Aeon turned to Luther.
"Well... hello." Aeon said, attempting to start a conversation.
"Where am I?" Luther replied. His voice was meek and coase, as if not used for years.
"You tell me. All I know is that crystal behind you has healing powers."
"Well... OK then. That would explain... some things."
Aeon said nothing.
"Uh, I don't think I've ever seen a male witch before."
"I'm not. You must be talking about this," Aeon motioned to the broom, which casually fell to the floor. "It's a... gift. From a friend."
"So you have no more of an idea where we are than me?"
"Nope."
Another pause.
"Well, as long as we're here, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Aeon said.
"Uh... an old woman with healing abilities... I think. Come to think of it, I think I've seen you before recently. You... uh... were fighting a werewolf?"
Aeon made a look of mild confusion. Luther grimaced slightly.
"That must have been a weird dream, then." He muttered, ignoring the obvious paradox. He looked around and saw the grass. "So is this... heaven?"
"Nah. At least I hope not."
Luther looked confused. "You want to go to Hell, then?"
"Well not necessarily. I don't want to be dead at least."
"Eeeh... heh."
"So, what can you tell me about yourself?" Aeon asked.
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Aeon was floating directly above the crystal and Lutherion... Luther. Amethyst had flown towards the edge of the field to examine the trees and possibly find whatever she needed to possibly escape. Nevertheless, an interesting scene was unfolding below.
The vacuum was on its side, its wheels spinning uselessly. It did not seem to take the obvious course of action--righting itself up--and was thus rendered immobile. Luther himself was in a state of mild shock, both by the fact that he was alive, and by the fact that he had no clue where he was. With Nathan wandering aimlessly about the field, as if in a trance, nobody posed an immediate threat at the moment.
Luther examined himself rather thoroughly, as if making sure he was alive in the flesh. He noticed the vacuum, frowned slightly, and reached over to flip it. However, as he reached, the flesh on his arm began unraveling, revealing bits of bone and dripping fresh blood. Luther recoiled, first having a sense of pain on his face, then a sense of fear. He looked backwards, saw the crystal, and backed slightly closer to it.
Aeon took the moment to glide downwards, beside the vacuum. Deciding that it had little incentive to attack him, he righted it and it promptly began vacuuming the bits of flesh and blood left behind from Luther's arm. Aeon turned to Luther.
"Well... hello." Aeon said, attempting to start a conversation.
"Where am I?" Luther replied. His voice was meek and coase, as if not used for years.
"You tell me. All I know is that crystal behind you has healing powers."
"Well... OK then. That would explain... some things."
Aeon said nothing.
"Uh, I don't think I've ever seen a male witch before."
"I'm not. You must be talking about this," Aeon motioned to the broom, which casually fell to the floor. "It's a... gift. From a friend."
"So you have no more of an idea where we are than me?"
"Nope."
Another pause.
"Well, as long as we're here, can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Aeon said.
"Uh... an old woman with healing abilities... I think. Come to think of it, I think I've seen you before recently. You... uh... were fighting a werewolf?"
Aeon made a look of mild confusion. Luther grimaced slightly.
"That must have been a weird dream, then." He muttered, ignoring the obvious paradox. He looked around and saw the grass. "So is this... heaven?"
"Nah. At least I hope not."
Luther looked confused. "You want to go to Hell, then?"
"Well not necessarily. I don't want to be dead at least."
"Eeeh... heh."
"So, what can you tell me about yourself?" Aeon asked.
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