Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-04-2009, 06:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Sruixan.
It appeared the Cabaret had been speaking to thin air, for where Maxwell had earlier resided, there was just a few scuffs in the soil. No, he'd long since wandered off, towards the wall that seemed to stretch out to lost horizons beyond the field they played in. The fight in the background was merely an inconvenience, but every now and again he became a sentinel to Cabaret, unwilling to get involved just yet. The Professor was piquing his curiosity, and already his actions had helped Maxwell devise one method of getting out of this place. As he sauntered along, a few mumbles escaped the confines of Maxwell's mind...
"Wall... keep us in... something out... curious... down..."
A little distracted, he very nearly collided with the wall, stopping himself just in time with a fumble in the opposite direction. His near-miss confused him slightly, and for a few moments he just sat down on the dirt, so well compacted and devoid of any real signs of life.
A watcher would have been startled by the energy which Maxwell put into jumping up again, leaving the ground for a few brief seconds before returning to earth. He now had another detail to add to his list of things that were a little unusual about this battle. Actually, come to think of it...
He delved into an inside pocket and procured from within a small notebook and pencil. The book he flipped upside-down and flicked to what was now its front, the pencil he used to record the lengthy monologue he'd etched into his brain over an hour ago. Annotations followed, and several pages later he closed the treasure trove content. The order of the day now was a stroll along the wall, a further examination of the perplexing barrier. It was made of reasonably large bricks that were rather coarse in composition - a few scratches on his hands told him that much. Lots of the wall was covered in what could very well have once been some kind of creeper, but now it was almost some kind of plaster, covering the wall and rendering long stretches of it devoid of markings - huge empty voids, comparable to the ground and sky of the world around him.
The most interesting thing Maxwell found, however, was a small cavity in the wall. At some point, someone (or something; he remembered to correct himself on that point) had removed a brick from the wall with great success. Of course, the wall was more than one brick thick, otherwise it would not be an effective barrier, but still... a quick count was all Maxwell needed to figure out another way over the wall. Now, who'd removed the brick?
...ah yes, that pile of boxes, a... schr... erm, golem thingy? The name of it eluded him, but what he could remember was its most recent transformation, into the spider, fanged with...
Maxwell sighed. What brilliant luck that the two contestants who could help them get out of here were the two most likely to try and kill him before he could tell them his plans...
It appeared the Cabaret had been speaking to thin air, for where Maxwell had earlier resided, there was just a few scuffs in the soil. No, he'd long since wandered off, towards the wall that seemed to stretch out to lost horizons beyond the field they played in. The fight in the background was merely an inconvenience, but every now and again he became a sentinel to Cabaret, unwilling to get involved just yet. The Professor was piquing his curiosity, and already his actions had helped Maxwell devise one method of getting out of this place. As he sauntered along, a few mumbles escaped the confines of Maxwell's mind...
"Wall... keep us in... something out... curious... down..."
A little distracted, he very nearly collided with the wall, stopping himself just in time with a fumble in the opposite direction. His near-miss confused him slightly, and for a few moments he just sat down on the dirt, so well compacted and devoid of any real signs of life.
A watcher would have been startled by the energy which Maxwell put into jumping up again, leaving the ground for a few brief seconds before returning to earth. He now had another detail to add to his list of things that were a little unusual about this battle. Actually, come to think of it...
He delved into an inside pocket and procured from within a small notebook and pencil. The book he flipped upside-down and flicked to what was now its front, the pencil he used to record the lengthy monologue he'd etched into his brain over an hour ago. Annotations followed, and several pages later he closed the treasure trove content. The order of the day now was a stroll along the wall, a further examination of the perplexing barrier. It was made of reasonably large bricks that were rather coarse in composition - a few scratches on his hands told him that much. Lots of the wall was covered in what could very well have once been some kind of creeper, but now it was almost some kind of plaster, covering the wall and rendering long stretches of it devoid of markings - huge empty voids, comparable to the ground and sky of the world around him.
The most interesting thing Maxwell found, however, was a small cavity in the wall. At some point, someone (or something; he remembered to correct himself on that point) had removed a brick from the wall with great success. Of course, the wall was more than one brick thick, otherwise it would not be an effective barrier, but still... a quick count was all Maxwell needed to figure out another way over the wall. Now, who'd removed the brick?
...ah yes, that pile of boxes, a... schr... erm, golem thingy? The name of it eluded him, but what he could remember was its most recent transformation, into the spider, fanged with...
Maxwell sighed. What brilliant luck that the two contestants who could help them get out of here were the two most likely to try and kill him before he could tell them his plans...