Re: The Grand Battle [Round Six: Library of Lies!]
01-25-2010, 09:17 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
It took about a minute of coughing for Amethyst to regain her bearings, after which she began reflecting.
The last round had been... overwhelming. She was only now getting a chance to sort it out. So she closed her eyes, and looked at everything again, in sequence.
Eximo had attacked her for the first time. He--
She stopped her thoughts for a moment. Should she consider Eximo masculine? Why was she even thinking about it? It's totally irrelevant.
Eximo Pulvis was likely being ordered by the replica of his-- its master. Such orders were probably difficult to override, so it would be best to avoid Eximo.
That key was some kind of control mechanism for the city? How had the Demon gotten it? Did the other arenas have a key as well?
But most important than all that, was the conversation she had overheard. The idea that the Director had made such a careless mistake, somehow Amethyst giggled at little at the idea.
'That book about you'
An autobiography? A diary? Maybe he'd even been arrogant enough to write a holy book proclaiming himself God.
One thing was clear, she had to search the library for that book. Carefully looking around to make sure no one was near, she sat down, and began typing at her armband. She didn't have a spell for searching a library, but she was about to write one.
***
The gentlemen calmly marched through Null space. After a moment's silence, Drake spoke up,
"So did you read my note?"
As he said this, he reached for something tied to his waist- an old Mask of Comedy, brightly colored, and possibly lifted from Rome itself- and slipped it over his face.
"A blank piece of paper, how hilarious of you to capture my interest, and then swiftly toss it away immediately after."
"Something came up I'm afraid, so I had to erase the note before anyone read it."
"I take it you wanted our help, but then decided you didn't need it?"
"Well, that boy found the Director's library after all."
"You don't actually believe that book exists do you?"
"Hey, even if all I find is a couple old Schrodinger textbooks, it may or may not be exactly what I'm looking for."
Drake chuckled at his own joke, as the two re-entered the Director's territory.
Spoiler
It took about a minute of coughing for Amethyst to regain her bearings, after which she began reflecting.
The last round had been... overwhelming. She was only now getting a chance to sort it out. So she closed her eyes, and looked at everything again, in sequence.
Eximo had attacked her for the first time. He--
She stopped her thoughts for a moment. Should she consider Eximo masculine? Why was she even thinking about it? It's totally irrelevant.
Eximo Pulvis was likely being ordered by the replica of his-- its master. Such orders were probably difficult to override, so it would be best to avoid Eximo.
That key was some kind of control mechanism for the city? How had the Demon gotten it? Did the other arenas have a key as well?
But most important than all that, was the conversation she had overheard. The idea that the Director had made such a careless mistake, somehow Amethyst giggled at little at the idea.
'That book about you'
An autobiography? A diary? Maybe he'd even been arrogant enough to write a holy book proclaiming himself God.
One thing was clear, she had to search the library for that book. Carefully looking around to make sure no one was near, she sat down, and began typing at her armband. She didn't have a spell for searching a library, but she was about to write one.
***
The gentlemen calmly marched through Null space. After a moment's silence, Drake spoke up,
"So did you read my note?"
As he said this, he reached for something tied to his waist- an old Mask of Comedy, brightly colored, and possibly lifted from Rome itself- and slipped it over his face.
"A blank piece of paper, how hilarious of you to capture my interest, and then swiftly toss it away immediately after."
"Something came up I'm afraid, so I had to erase the note before anyone read it."
"I take it you wanted our help, but then decided you didn't need it?"
"Well, that boy found the Director's library after all."
"You don't actually believe that book exists do you?"
"Hey, even if all I find is a couple old Schrodinger textbooks, it may or may not be exactly what I'm looking for."
Drake chuckled at his own joke, as the two re-entered the Director's territory.