Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
12-10-2009, 11:23 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Aeon walked aimlessly through the sidewalk. He had been told to look for anomalies, but he lacked any sort of device that would be able to find one. Luckily, he no longer looked homeless, aside from the eyepatch, so he did not attract any attention. Aeon thought for a moment. I know Amethyst and I are still alive. She also mentioned both Nathan and Eximo. Aeon stopped mid-step for a brief moment, then continued to walk. Holy shit, Lutherion is dead...
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A burly-looking man was standing in front of an average-looking house.
*Ding*
A few seconds passed. The door did not open.
Not again... The man walked onto the porch and stopped in front of a window. It was fairly high up. The only time he doesn't open the door is when he's in his study... heh...
"Hey douchebag, what's up?!" the man screamed with a grin as he lifted himself to the sill. Inside the house, there could be seen a couple of desks, a rather large bookshelf, some random papers and trinkets, and that infamous computer. It was on standby. The papers, books, and trinkets were all neartly arranged and organized, and the room was essentially spotless. However, the chair was empty. The man lowered himself from the window, leaving a set of handprints--well, a bigger set of handprints--on the wooden frame. He jumped over the fence and left.
The fuck? He's really disappeared...
Aeon walked aimlessly through the sidewalk. He had been told to look for anomalies, but he lacked any sort of device that would be able to find one. Luckily, he no longer looked homeless, aside from the eyepatch, so he did not attract any attention. Aeon thought for a moment. I know Amethyst and I are still alive. She also mentioned both Nathan and Eximo. Aeon stopped mid-step for a brief moment, then continued to walk. Holy shit, Lutherion is dead...
----------
A burly-looking man was standing in front of an average-looking house.
*Ding*
A few seconds passed. The door did not open.
Not again... The man walked onto the porch and stopped in front of a window. It was fairly high up. The only time he doesn't open the door is when he's in his study... heh...
"Hey douchebag, what's up?!" the man screamed with a grin as he lifted himself to the sill. Inside the house, there could be seen a couple of desks, a rather large bookshelf, some random papers and trinkets, and that infamous computer. It was on standby. The papers, books, and trinkets were all neartly arranged and organized, and the room was essentially spotless. However, the chair was empty. The man lowered himself from the window, leaving a set of handprints--well, a bigger set of handprints--on the wooden frame. He jumped over the fence and left.
The fuck? He's really disappeared...