Re: The Grand Battle [Round Six: Library of Lies!]
01-28-2010, 10:23 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
“And who are you supposed to be?â€
“You may refer to me as Ari, if you so wish to know. Not that it matters, anyway. Just know that I am the one who has chosen him for this game.â€
The woman tensed, and produced a silver needle.
“Also know that you left too early—someone else from your village has been chosen as well. You would make a fine candidate yourself. Lastly, know that each of us have a few unique abilities ourselves, in addition to the ones we have in common.â€
Reacting suddenly and spending no time to ponder over that statement, she threw the needle directly at his face. The instant before it made contact, a white, glowing object materialized out of thin air, and the needle embedded itself in the object. The light object convulsed, and formed a sphere, encasing the needle in a solid orb of light. The fist-sized cocoon moved to the side, and its glow illuminated the man's face.
His features were entirely human, except for his eyes. They were a pure white, aside from a faint ring that signified a pupil. The color was not the white of familiarity and warmth, but rather scorched white, the color of a bleak winter sun. He was wearing a plain suit, itself bearing a color that was the perfect opposite of that of the man's eyes.
Ari did not give the woman time to react. At once dozens orbs of light appeared, holding her perfectly immobile. He immediately transported her to a temporal prison of his own, and himself to the Library.
You would make a fine candidate yourself.
***
Aeon climbed down from the ladder. After only a few second of travel, he arrived at an intersection, and the ladder could not proceed any further. In the middle of the intersection was a table, and on it was a small orrery. Thinking he had little time to spare, he turned an arbitrary right, and noticed a piece of paper taped to the shelf. It read “This path leads to a dead endâ€, in a strange font. Aeon pondered over this.
I don't know whether the person who put this up is trying to deceive me or not. If he isn't, then the path will lead to a dead end. If he is, then it simply won't. I suppose there's no lose-win scenario in this. Maybe whoever put this up thought of that. Aeon proceeded to follow the path, and surely enough, stopped at a circular arrangement of shelves with a table in the center—a dead end.
Aeon sat at the table. On it was another piece of paper, which read “You will see that my advice, whether you choose to accept it or not, only serves to benefit youâ€, again in the strange font. Quite. Aeon placed Tetraspace: A Comprehensive Guide to the Higher Dimensions on it, and proceeded to read.
“And who are you supposed to be?â€
“You may refer to me as Ari, if you so wish to know. Not that it matters, anyway. Just know that I am the one who has chosen him for this game.â€
The woman tensed, and produced a silver needle.
“Also know that you left too early—someone else from your village has been chosen as well. You would make a fine candidate yourself. Lastly, know that each of us have a few unique abilities ourselves, in addition to the ones we have in common.â€
Reacting suddenly and spending no time to ponder over that statement, she threw the needle directly at his face. The instant before it made contact, a white, glowing object materialized out of thin air, and the needle embedded itself in the object. The light object convulsed, and formed a sphere, encasing the needle in a solid orb of light. The fist-sized cocoon moved to the side, and its glow illuminated the man's face.
His features were entirely human, except for his eyes. They were a pure white, aside from a faint ring that signified a pupil. The color was not the white of familiarity and warmth, but rather scorched white, the color of a bleak winter sun. He was wearing a plain suit, itself bearing a color that was the perfect opposite of that of the man's eyes.
Ari did not give the woman time to react. At once dozens orbs of light appeared, holding her perfectly immobile. He immediately transported her to a temporal prison of his own, and himself to the Library.
You would make a fine candidate yourself.
***
Aeon climbed down from the ladder. After only a few second of travel, he arrived at an intersection, and the ladder could not proceed any further. In the middle of the intersection was a table, and on it was a small orrery. Thinking he had little time to spare, he turned an arbitrary right, and noticed a piece of paper taped to the shelf. It read “This path leads to a dead endâ€, in a strange font. Aeon pondered over this.
I don't know whether the person who put this up is trying to deceive me or not. If he isn't, then the path will lead to a dead end. If he is, then it simply won't. I suppose there's no lose-win scenario in this. Maybe whoever put this up thought of that. Aeon proceeded to follow the path, and surely enough, stopped at a circular arrangement of shelves with a table in the center—a dead end.
Aeon sat at the table. On it was another piece of paper, which read “You will see that my advice, whether you choose to accept it or not, only serves to benefit youâ€, again in the strange font. Quite. Aeon placed Tetraspace: A Comprehensive Guide to the Higher Dimensions on it, and proceeded to read.