Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
01-17-2010, 01:41 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
"I believe I have determined a question for you." Amethyst said, turning Dexter's attention back towards her.
"How is this a punishment at all?"
Dexter grinned,
"Considering the size of this city, you could have easily hidden out in an obscure building of some sort, and when one of us died, you would be off free."
"True, very true. But you're assuming that you have something to do with my punishment.
The fact that the next round of the battle takes place here is, in my opinion, a footnote to the Director's punishment. I'm effectively being forced to the same level as the ignorant humans here, only I've far more knowledge of the barrier- making it worse."
"My impression was that the barrier was purely cognitive in nature, would knowledge of it not render it unusable?"
Now the gentleman chuckled a little,
"The cognitive barrier is just the first line of defense. Break through it, and you've got 6 more to go. Plus, even once you've broken those, you've little to go. The space between worlds... well, it could hardly be called space."
His soulless gaze met Amethyst's black one.
"It's the same for all the Director's arenas, haven't you noticed? The more obvious ideas of escape are casually pushed out of your mind. Did you even check any of the previous worlds for a physical barrier?"
His laughter died down a little. Amethyst seemed lost in thought.
After a moment, she spoke.
"8 obstacles to overcome then. One is broken by willing it away, and the last..."
"Could any of the Grand Battle contestants exist in null space? I don't think any of you have a method!"
Dexter laughed again, his broad grin threatening to slice his head in two.
"Not to mention none of us know about the second though seventh barriers. No one in this game has made it past the first, and none of us gentlemen have seen the Director host a game before this."
Now Amethyst glared, her own soulless gaze meeting Dexter's.
"Your choice in words is suspicious."
"I'll elaborate then. Outside, there are other games going on just like this one! Couldn't you hear the Director's voice before? Why, there's going to be at least nine!"
He chuckled again.
"Only two of them will likely use this barrier system though, so don't get your hopes up."
Amethyst seemed unmoved.
"I'd suspected as much, thank you for the confirmation."
The two stared for a moment, an unconscious battle. Dexter looked almost perfectly human, his eyes the kind of intricate pattern we associate with the human soul.
But Amethyst seemed more like a kind of cheap imitation of human. Her skin the color of plaster, her eyes a single solid black, as though the divine being who brought her into life couldn't be bothered with the details.
An outside observer wouldn't be able to tell at all which one was more human.
"I believe I have determined a question for you." Amethyst said, turning Dexter's attention back towards her.
"How is this a punishment at all?"
Dexter grinned,
"Considering the size of this city, you could have easily hidden out in an obscure building of some sort, and when one of us died, you would be off free."
"True, very true. But you're assuming that you have something to do with my punishment.
The fact that the next round of the battle takes place here is, in my opinion, a footnote to the Director's punishment. I'm effectively being forced to the same level as the ignorant humans here, only I've far more knowledge of the barrier- making it worse."
"My impression was that the barrier was purely cognitive in nature, would knowledge of it not render it unusable?"
Now the gentleman chuckled a little,
"The cognitive barrier is just the first line of defense. Break through it, and you've got 6 more to go. Plus, even once you've broken those, you've little to go. The space between worlds... well, it could hardly be called space."
His soulless gaze met Amethyst's black one.
"It's the same for all the Director's arenas, haven't you noticed? The more obvious ideas of escape are casually pushed out of your mind. Did you even check any of the previous worlds for a physical barrier?"
His laughter died down a little. Amethyst seemed lost in thought.
After a moment, she spoke.
"8 obstacles to overcome then. One is broken by willing it away, and the last..."
"Could any of the Grand Battle contestants exist in null space? I don't think any of you have a method!"
Dexter laughed again, his broad grin threatening to slice his head in two.
"Not to mention none of us know about the second though seventh barriers. No one in this game has made it past the first, and none of us gentlemen have seen the Director host a game before this."
Now Amethyst glared, her own soulless gaze meeting Dexter's.
"Your choice in words is suspicious."
"I'll elaborate then. Outside, there are other games going on just like this one! Couldn't you hear the Director's voice before? Why, there's going to be at least nine!"
He chuckled again.
"Only two of them will likely use this barrier system though, so don't get your hopes up."
Amethyst seemed unmoved.
"I'd suspected as much, thank you for the confirmation."
The two stared for a moment, an unconscious battle. Dexter looked almost perfectly human, his eyes the kind of intricate pattern we associate with the human soul.
But Amethyst seemed more like a kind of cheap imitation of human. Her skin the color of plaster, her eyes a single solid black, as though the divine being who brought her into life couldn't be bothered with the details.
An outside observer wouldn't be able to tell at all which one was more human.