Re: The Wretched Rite - Round One - The Rose Ring
07-10-2011, 08:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Immediately upon arrival in the deserted town Vera fell to her knees and retched. She would have done so sooner but for the fact that during her encounter with Barrabas she had been held in place. The encounter with the old man and… the Unborn had been an interesting one that she hadn’t really managed to process very well. She had been somewhat distracted by the awful stench of ill-fate. In that place, where the Unborn was still forming the smell of death to come hung in the air, foul and thick. It had overpowered the fates of the other contestants or of their aged host. It had nauseated her to her core, and it was only now that she could cough and splutter in an attempt to clear her throat of the lingering traces of ill-fortune. For a minute she just knelt there, her hands buried in the thick grass and gasped for breath. As she recovered she started to process what she had been told.
She had mixed feelings about this battle. All of her life so far, she had looked forwards to the day when she would find her fated enemy and best her in combat. This day should have felt triumphant, glorious even, but she was left with a cold feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was the knowledge that this battle, her fate, was linked with that thing; The Unborn. The idea that her victory would be integral in creating a creature whose very presence overwhelmed her with noxious misfortune made her feel sick again. With a sigh she pushed her opinions aside. They were of no consequence. It wasn’t as though she had a choice in the matter. Fate was fate and to insist otherwise was folly. She would willingly follow her fate through to the end regardless of whatever grim consequences there might be. It was what was expected of her and she would not disappoint.
Vera climbed to her feet and took a look around. It was a sunny summer day with a slight breeze that just rustled the trees. She was stood in the middle of the town square. The green had grown slightly wild, presumably due to the lack of anyone to tend to it; around it the paved area was eerie in its emptiness. She frowned as she came to the conclusion that there were no opponents in her immediate vicinity. Quickly unholstering her pistol she fired a shot up into the air. The loud crack of the antique gun carried across the empty town. That should attract some attention, she considered with a smile. There was the matter that she only had an extremely limited amount of ammunition, that which she had been carrying on her, and she had just used up one bullet just to signal where she was, but she wasn’t worried. If she needed more ammunition she was certain that fate would provide. In the meantime she strolled over to a wooden bench and sat down, idly wiping the grass from her pants as she did so.
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For Alice there was no introduction. One moment she had been sat in an alleyway, swathed in rags and hating her life and the next she was sat in a dark hallway somewhere, minus the rags but still hating her life. She closed her eyes and opened them again, as if expecting to see the miserable alley she reluctantly called her home reappear. She pinched herself in case she was dreaming, it turns out that she was not. Slowly she got to her feet and made her way down the dark corridors. Doors with barred windows lined the walls. When she peered through the glass she could see empty cells, some of which were decorated with elaborate markings and pictures scrawled across the walls. She could hazard a guess what this place was. It was the kind of place that people like her ended up, those who tried to fight against fate. Try it for too long and some of the more lucky bastards would classify you as insane and shove you in here to rot away until whatever fate had in store for you caught up with you. The fact that she had just appeared in one did not help her feel at ease with current developments, nor did the fact that the place was apparently completely empty. Whatever was going on had fate written all over it and she wasn’t about to let it mess with her. She was getting right out of here and not looking back.
Immediately upon arrival in the deserted town Vera fell to her knees and retched. She would have done so sooner but for the fact that during her encounter with Barrabas she had been held in place. The encounter with the old man and… the Unborn had been an interesting one that she hadn’t really managed to process very well. She had been somewhat distracted by the awful stench of ill-fate. In that place, where the Unborn was still forming the smell of death to come hung in the air, foul and thick. It had overpowered the fates of the other contestants or of their aged host. It had nauseated her to her core, and it was only now that she could cough and splutter in an attempt to clear her throat of the lingering traces of ill-fortune. For a minute she just knelt there, her hands buried in the thick grass and gasped for breath. As she recovered she started to process what she had been told.
She had mixed feelings about this battle. All of her life so far, she had looked forwards to the day when she would find her fated enemy and best her in combat. This day should have felt triumphant, glorious even, but she was left with a cold feeling at the pit of her stomach. It was the knowledge that this battle, her fate, was linked with that thing; The Unborn. The idea that her victory would be integral in creating a creature whose very presence overwhelmed her with noxious misfortune made her feel sick again. With a sigh she pushed her opinions aside. They were of no consequence. It wasn’t as though she had a choice in the matter. Fate was fate and to insist otherwise was folly. She would willingly follow her fate through to the end regardless of whatever grim consequences there might be. It was what was expected of her and she would not disappoint.
Vera climbed to her feet and took a look around. It was a sunny summer day with a slight breeze that just rustled the trees. She was stood in the middle of the town square. The green had grown slightly wild, presumably due to the lack of anyone to tend to it; around it the paved area was eerie in its emptiness. She frowned as she came to the conclusion that there were no opponents in her immediate vicinity. Quickly unholstering her pistol she fired a shot up into the air. The loud crack of the antique gun carried across the empty town. That should attract some attention, she considered with a smile. There was the matter that she only had an extremely limited amount of ammunition, that which she had been carrying on her, and she had just used up one bullet just to signal where she was, but she wasn’t worried. If she needed more ammunition she was certain that fate would provide. In the meantime she strolled over to a wooden bench and sat down, idly wiping the grass from her pants as she did so.
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For Alice there was no introduction. One moment she had been sat in an alleyway, swathed in rags and hating her life and the next she was sat in a dark hallway somewhere, minus the rags but still hating her life. She closed her eyes and opened them again, as if expecting to see the miserable alley she reluctantly called her home reappear. She pinched herself in case she was dreaming, it turns out that she was not. Slowly she got to her feet and made her way down the dark corridors. Doors with barred windows lined the walls. When she peered through the glass she could see empty cells, some of which were decorated with elaborate markings and pictures scrawled across the walls. She could hazard a guess what this place was. It was the kind of place that people like her ended up, those who tried to fight against fate. Try it for too long and some of the more lucky bastards would classify you as insane and shove you in here to rot away until whatever fate had in store for you caught up with you. The fact that she had just appeared in one did not help her feel at ease with current developments, nor did the fact that the place was apparently completely empty. Whatever was going on had fate written all over it and she wasn’t about to let it mess with her. She was getting right out of here and not looking back.
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