Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-04-2009, 08:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset noticed that the number of bodies here was lessening, and the notion that they might dissipate to a place it was not within disturbed the Balancer. So it tapped into the fibers of its being.
The Sunset was built to traverse his universe like a kind of wild engine, splatter from planet to planet and eliminate whatever rogue being he had caught scent of. A very sinuous and organic engine was present within his form's memory, a kind of genetic pull that guided him to where he needed to be in his plane. Slowly the machine went into a kind of trance, analyzing the world around him and darting back and forth to find the trail of the creatures that had been here.
It drifted like this for many minutes, its old structure trying to divine information from a place drastically different from the world it called home. Trying to fight the ineffable pull of failure and loss. It was so difficult to find a trail- but then one presented itself.
The combined energies of the being called Faceless and the 'professor' it had encompassed.
The air around the Balancer became tense and angry, like some kind of great cosmic event was in the works.
Its tar-like, rusty purple strands began vibrating and growing thick, pulling the entire suit together in their madness. Tender cords became rigid pipes, hydraulics based off the machinations of reality itself pulling air and material together like so many pieces to a puzzle. Sizzling bolts of electricity sprayed from its form, and the earth around the being shook like a gelatin earthquake.
All of a sudden the space around the Balancer seemed to whirl and collapse into a bubble as his form shook.
A heavy green bolt spilled from his arm and into the ground around him, though it stopped short of any target. A singularly massive whorl of power sizzled around him, encompassing him like a great opaque bubble of power.
And then it popped.
In the green Eden that existed behind all the lies, a sudden woomph emanated, followed by shockwave. A black patch of earth now existed where once did flowers, and a smoking, steaming, pulsing suit of armor took its place, guns smoking and the audible sound of something powering down filling the air. Smoke pillowed out of his form. A year ticked off a meter on his chest.
The Sunset had arrived.
The Sunset noticed that the number of bodies here was lessening, and the notion that they might dissipate to a place it was not within disturbed the Balancer. So it tapped into the fibers of its being.
The Sunset was built to traverse his universe like a kind of wild engine, splatter from planet to planet and eliminate whatever rogue being he had caught scent of. A very sinuous and organic engine was present within his form's memory, a kind of genetic pull that guided him to where he needed to be in his plane. Slowly the machine went into a kind of trance, analyzing the world around him and darting back and forth to find the trail of the creatures that had been here.
It drifted like this for many minutes, its old structure trying to divine information from a place drastically different from the world it called home. Trying to fight the ineffable pull of failure and loss. It was so difficult to find a trail- but then one presented itself.
The combined energies of the being called Faceless and the 'professor' it had encompassed.
The air around the Balancer became tense and angry, like some kind of great cosmic event was in the works.
Its tar-like, rusty purple strands began vibrating and growing thick, pulling the entire suit together in their madness. Tender cords became rigid pipes, hydraulics based off the machinations of reality itself pulling air and material together like so many pieces to a puzzle. Sizzling bolts of electricity sprayed from its form, and the earth around the being shook like a gelatin earthquake.
All of a sudden the space around the Balancer seemed to whirl and collapse into a bubble as his form shook.
A heavy green bolt spilled from his arm and into the ground around him, though it stopped short of any target. A singularly massive whorl of power sizzled around him, encompassing him like a great opaque bubble of power.
And then it popped.
In the green Eden that existed behind all the lies, a sudden woomph emanated, followed by shockwave. A black patch of earth now existed where once did flowers, and a smoking, steaming, pulsing suit of armor took its place, guns smoking and the audible sound of something powering down filling the air. Smoke pillowed out of his form. A year ticked off a meter on his chest.
The Sunset had arrived.