Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
01-19-2010, 11:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
Dexter and Amethyst continued their staredown for some time. Finally, it was Alcaraith who broke the silence.
"So... we're just copies? What does that really make us then? Are we... real?"
Dexter's grin returned to it's widened state, and he laughed out loud.
"Beats me. If the Director's a mage, I guess you're not. If he's a God, I guess you are." Almost instantly, Amethyst interjected, "What is a God?!"
It was a much sharper and more sudden tone than her usual voice.
"Well now, you're full of strange questions aren't you 'strawberry girl'?"
And then, as though she'd been holding it in since the game began, Amethyst spat out, "A cruel God would not passively allow a being such as your 'Director' to steal his playthings. If my world had a God, it was the cruelest of them all. Therefore, a God is not necessary for a world to exist. So, what is a God?"
Dexter's smile finally seemed to fade completely. He turned around, and replied with a simple "Who knows?"
Before anyone could say anything else, he walked off, passing through the illusionary barrier, and vanishing from sight.
***
In a place that could hardly be called a place, where reality seems rather half-assed, a group of five men, at least one of whom had already forgotten his oath, sat carefully watching the battle.
Or at least, four of them were. One particular gentleman had only one eye on the battle, his other strayed some distance away. He was rather disappointed with the latter subject of interest- although it remained to his interest. Rather it seemed to have slowed to a degree, caught in a somewhat slow-moving timestream. Of course, exact time wouldn't matter too much, provided everything proved successful. But still, the gentleman was rather impatient.
'Just kill someone and let me have my rune back.'
He carelessly muttered under his breath.
"So... we're just copies? What does that really make us then? Are we... real?"
Dexter's grin returned to it's widened state, and he laughed out loud.
"Beats me. If the Director's a mage, I guess you're not. If he's a God, I guess you are." Almost instantly, Amethyst interjected, "What is a God?!"
It was a much sharper and more sudden tone than her usual voice.
"Well now, you're full of strange questions aren't you 'strawberry girl'?"
And then, as though she'd been holding it in since the game began, Amethyst spat out, "A cruel God would not passively allow a being such as your 'Director' to steal his playthings. If my world had a God, it was the cruelest of them all. Therefore, a God is not necessary for a world to exist. So, what is a God?"
Dexter's smile finally seemed to fade completely. He turned around, and replied with a simple "Who knows?"
Before anyone could say anything else, he walked off, passing through the illusionary barrier, and vanishing from sight.
***
In a place that could hardly be called a place, where reality seems rather half-assed, a group of five men, at least one of whom had already forgotten his oath, sat carefully watching the battle.
Or at least, four of them were. One particular gentleman had only one eye on the battle, his other strayed some distance away. He was rather disappointed with the latter subject of interest- although it remained to his interest. Rather it seemed to have slowed to a degree, caught in a somewhat slow-moving timestream. Of course, exact time wouldn't matter too much, provided everything proved successful. But still, the gentleman was rather impatient.
'Just kill someone and let me have my rune back.'
He carelessly muttered under his breath.