Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-03-2009, 05:01 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
If a stack of boxes being carried by a man running impossibly fast could have expressed concern, this one certainly would have been. The lid on the uppermost crate flew off, and the pen and paper jerked out; the smooth, gliding movements from before were gone, and the pen scrabbled across the paper furiously and spasmodically
i am not famil<font size="4">iar with this manner of magic what is going on my constituent parts are
are wrong
The professor chuckled deeply, adroitly dodging a small, white sphere in a puddle of red fluid.
"I assure you, old chap, you get used to it quickly. I've merely changed your mass a bit; lightened you up, you know."
Indeed, the schrotgolem's movements were already returning to something approaching normal as it packed up its pieces, but it was still uneasy. It tried to occupy itself a bit; the professor probably didn't notice the ball was now trundling after them.
Armidillo stopped abruptly; the top few crates he was carrying tumbled off the stack, but righted themselves in midair and returned to their position.
"Say now, what have we here?"
A short way ahead of him was a pair of men; Cabaret and Maxwell Deakin, if memory served. They were talking about something, and from the way Cabaret was standing, he wasn't pleased with the conversation. With a click and a snap, the paper descended to Armidillo's eye level.
i suggest we kill them before they see us
One of the men broke off and strode towards a more distant figure.
excellent they are occupied the time is now
Gestalt was about to begin.</font>
If a stack of boxes being carried by a man running impossibly fast could have expressed concern, this one certainly would have been. The lid on the uppermost crate flew off, and the pen and paper jerked out; the smooth, gliding movements from before were gone, and the pen scrabbled across the paper furiously and spasmodically
i am not famil<font size="4">iar with this manner of magic what is going on my constituent parts are
are wrong
The professor chuckled deeply, adroitly dodging a small, white sphere in a puddle of red fluid.
"I assure you, old chap, you get used to it quickly. I've merely changed your mass a bit; lightened you up, you know."
Indeed, the schrotgolem's movements were already returning to something approaching normal as it packed up its pieces, but it was still uneasy. It tried to occupy itself a bit; the professor probably didn't notice the ball was now trundling after them.
Armidillo stopped abruptly; the top few crates he was carrying tumbled off the stack, but righted themselves in midair and returned to their position.
"Say now, what have we here?"
A short way ahead of him was a pair of men; Cabaret and Maxwell Deakin, if memory served. They were talking about something, and from the way Cabaret was standing, he wasn't pleased with the conversation. With a click and a snap, the paper descended to Armidillo's eye level.
i suggest we kill them before they see us
One of the men broke off and strode towards a more distant figure.
excellent they are occupied the time is now
Gestalt was about to begin.</font>