Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
01-11-2010, 03:24 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
In a space that isn't, five men watched the proceedings inside the city. Casually, and confident that their leader wouldn't see- and it perhaps was because of this confidence that the leader didn't see- one of the men passed three small slips of folded paper, each to a different of the gentlemen. A concept surrounded them, forming itself almost into a message of abstract understanding.
'Open when the round ends.'
Dexter had elected to leave his sanctuary, Midnara mechanically following. It wasn't that she was directly controlled, but rather she felt without purpose. Her mind blank, as she processed again and again:
'The city was taken from another world.'
'Several entities within this city now were not originally part of that city.'
'These entities were mainly beings who were related to the contestants of the Grand Battle.'
'Several of these entities were confirmed dead.'
'I am most likely one of these entities.'
The two marched towards the battle, as a massive red dragon passed overhead.
'The only explanation for the deceased entities to be present is that they're copies.'
'I am one of these entities.'
'It would be more practical to assume that the 'wildcard' entities are all produced via the same method.'
'I am one of these entities.'
'Therefore, from a practical standpoint, the 'wildcard entities' are all probably copies...'
'I am a copy.'
***
"I don't understand at all." Emily said from atop the dragon's back.
Alcaraith's voice responded, speaking through some abstraction that was probably telepathy.
"Neither do I, but it makes sense doesn't it? That that... THING would somehow be vulnerable to your ma-"
She paused for a moment.
"I know what I meant to say was medicine, but after today... you do actually have magic don't you?"
They stayed quiet for a moment.
But down on the ground, Lutherion began to sense something. Not anything unusual, no magical signal, no strange unidentifiable source. No, he SMELLED something. Frantically he looked around, he knew this smell. It was familiar, and yet there was something terrifying about it, and yet wonderful! But that it was so wonderful was at the same time what made it terrifying...
It was the smell, of BACON!
A cyllinder of green light formed overhead, and crashed down around Lutherion. The bone web outside of the shield withered and fell to the ground. Looking up through the tunnel, Lutherion found himself staring at Alcaraith's open mouth.
The inevitable increase in heat gave just enough time for a trickle of sweat to roll down Lutherion's neck, before from the dragon's mouth, the shield was filled with a massive pillar of fire.
***
"How irritating, this second chance is given to you and you screw it up almost instantly!"
Dexter's voice echoed through the illusionary world.
Luther's charred body fell limply to the ground, the green light fading from around him. Alcaraith landed, changing back to her human form. Emily began to approach the corpse. Aeon and Nathan still stared each other down, caught in the neural link. Amethyst slowly stood up, and stared. Not at Dexter, but past him...
It made perfect sense really, that conspiracy theorist had been from Eximo's world, of course she could be here.
Midnara wasn't so calm. Staring blankly for a second, she suddenly broke out into a run, shouting at the top of her lungs, "AMET--"
"Everyone deserves to die in--"
Emily and Midnara were both interrupted, as Lutherion's corpse leapt to its feet. He was still dead of course, but that hadn't stopped him before. All at once, his arm extended, stretching towards Dexter. The gentleman casually dodged in a direction that didn't exist, and the arm pierced, right through Midnara.
"Hey! It's your fault I'm in this mess in the first place! If you think you could've done better, how about I add you to my arm first! Bah, squishy humans!"
He added the last part as an afterthought, as he casually brushed the girl's limp corpse off his arm, retracting it. Dexter flew in a straight line away from Lutherion, and landed right behind him.
The world was even more broken than before, but Amethyst wasn't thinking about that.
He just brushed her off.
Just casually.
This should be horrible.
This is horrifying.
Midnara.
My friend.
Just like that.
Why don't I...?
Amethyst maintained a calm expression as she clutched her chest. It was her own calmness that horrified her the most.
In a space that isn't, five men watched the proceedings inside the city. Casually, and confident that their leader wouldn't see- and it perhaps was because of this confidence that the leader didn't see- one of the men passed three small slips of folded paper, each to a different of the gentlemen. A concept surrounded them, forming itself almost into a message of abstract understanding.
'Open when the round ends.'
Dexter had elected to leave his sanctuary, Midnara mechanically following. It wasn't that she was directly controlled, but rather she felt without purpose. Her mind blank, as she processed again and again:
'The city was taken from another world.'
'Several entities within this city now were not originally part of that city.'
'These entities were mainly beings who were related to the contestants of the Grand Battle.'
'Several of these entities were confirmed dead.'
'I am most likely one of these entities.'
The two marched towards the battle, as a massive red dragon passed overhead.
'The only explanation for the deceased entities to be present is that they're copies.'
'I am one of these entities.'
'It would be more practical to assume that the 'wildcard' entities are all produced via the same method.'
'I am one of these entities.'
'Therefore, from a practical standpoint, the 'wildcard entities' are all probably copies...'
'I am a copy.'
***
"I don't understand at all." Emily said from atop the dragon's back.
Alcaraith's voice responded, speaking through some abstraction that was probably telepathy.
"Neither do I, but it makes sense doesn't it? That that... THING would somehow be vulnerable to your ma-"
She paused for a moment.
"I know what I meant to say was medicine, but after today... you do actually have magic don't you?"
They stayed quiet for a moment.
But down on the ground, Lutherion began to sense something. Not anything unusual, no magical signal, no strange unidentifiable source. No, he SMELLED something. Frantically he looked around, he knew this smell. It was familiar, and yet there was something terrifying about it, and yet wonderful! But that it was so wonderful was at the same time what made it terrifying...
It was the smell, of BACON!
A cyllinder of green light formed overhead, and crashed down around Lutherion. The bone web outside of the shield withered and fell to the ground. Looking up through the tunnel, Lutherion found himself staring at Alcaraith's open mouth.
The inevitable increase in heat gave just enough time for a trickle of sweat to roll down Lutherion's neck, before from the dragon's mouth, the shield was filled with a massive pillar of fire.
***
"How irritating, this second chance is given to you and you screw it up almost instantly!"
Dexter's voice echoed through the illusionary world.
Luther's charred body fell limply to the ground, the green light fading from around him. Alcaraith landed, changing back to her human form. Emily began to approach the corpse. Aeon and Nathan still stared each other down, caught in the neural link. Amethyst slowly stood up, and stared. Not at Dexter, but past him...
It made perfect sense really, that conspiracy theorist had been from Eximo's world, of course she could be here.
Midnara wasn't so calm. Staring blankly for a second, she suddenly broke out into a run, shouting at the top of her lungs, "AMET--"
"Everyone deserves to die in--"
Emily and Midnara were both interrupted, as Lutherion's corpse leapt to its feet. He was still dead of course, but that hadn't stopped him before. All at once, his arm extended, stretching towards Dexter. The gentleman casually dodged in a direction that didn't exist, and the arm pierced, right through Midnara.
"Hey! It's your fault I'm in this mess in the first place! If you think you could've done better, how about I add you to my arm first! Bah, squishy humans!"
He added the last part as an afterthought, as he casually brushed the girl's limp corpse off his arm, retracting it. Dexter flew in a straight line away from Lutherion, and landed right behind him.
The world was even more broken than before, but Amethyst wasn't thinking about that.
He just brushed her off.
Just casually.
This should be horrible.
This is horrifying.
Midnara.
My friend.
Just like that.
Why don't I...?
Amethyst maintained a calm expression as she clutched her chest. It was her own calmness that horrified her the most.
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