Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-08-2009, 09:18 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The professor's plan was beginning to come clear to his companion. The two had been conversing since Samuel's disappearance, reasoning that at the very least they were relatively safe where they were.
possibly but i remain unconvinced that using it in that manner will produce-
The pen skittered across the paper, and what visible objects of the schrotgolem's body there were convulsed. It shook for about thirty seconds, then stopped abruptly, scribbling hurriedly
use that staff of yours to come after me if you can i have to have have to to
The garden around the pair was... wrong. It was bending, as though viewed through water, and out of the corner of one's eyes, one could see the wasteland it was in its other manifestation. The schrotgolem was vibrating again, rattling and clinking loudly; before the professor had the chance to ask what was happening, it disappeared.
-
Omega joined its siblings under the Faceless's ministrations; Maxwell hung his head, mumbling quietly, regret tinging every word.
"We had to do it, right?"
At this point, a box landed on his head, followed by eight others. An unearthly voice shook the plane, not actually audible, but clearly able to be perceived. A voice of mourning, tinged with fury.
"Yoooooooou..."
The boxes wrapped around Maxwell and flung him aside like a ragdoll before Vyrm'n could move. Hovering over them was the faint figure of a hollow-eyed man with a barely-visible symbol on his forehead. It slowly extended a hand towards the Faceless, an expression of immutable sorrow twisting its face.
Vyrm'n could feel some of the schrotgolem's thoughts the way it could Maxwell's; it didn't need to touch, since location is a bit of a fuzzy concept for something of that nature, but the communication wasn't as clear. Vyrm'n could feel a distinct duality in the emotions and thoughts assailing it; there was the being it knew as Gestalt, and another one whose song was like those the Faceless had just cut short, the two singing in harmony, but with a distinctly discordant tone.
what have you
done you've killed
them all them killed all
you done you
killed killed
dead
all dead
Vyrm'n was on its guard, ready to repel and counterattack the minute its adversary moved, but the boxes just sat there on the ground, unmoving. The man that was presumably Nu held out its accusatorially-pointed arm, vague, disjointed thoughts and immeasurable melancholy pressing against the Faceless from all sides.
Maxwell stood up and dusted himself off, a little dazed, and turned to see the column of night and stack of boxes apparently... staring each other down. To his eyes, there was no figure hovering above the golem, to his ears no wailing, to his mind no oppressive grief. He scratched his chin and started to speak, and realized he was dumbfounded. He closed his mouth again, surprised.
death to them all you
killed them killed sealed away all
dead dead murder how could you
do it
how the murder dead
killed dead death
gone
all
Gestalt was not quite itself.
The professor's plan was beginning to come clear to his companion. The two had been conversing since Samuel's disappearance, reasoning that at the very least they were relatively safe where they were.
possibly but i remain unconvinced that using it in that manner will produce-
The pen skittered across the paper, and what visible objects of the schrotgolem's body there were convulsed. It shook for about thirty seconds, then stopped abruptly, scribbling hurriedly
use that staff of yours to come after me if you can i have to have have to to
The garden around the pair was... wrong. It was bending, as though viewed through water, and out of the corner of one's eyes, one could see the wasteland it was in its other manifestation. The schrotgolem was vibrating again, rattling and clinking loudly; before the professor had the chance to ask what was happening, it disappeared.
-
Omega joined its siblings under the Faceless's ministrations; Maxwell hung his head, mumbling quietly, regret tinging every word.
"We had to do it, right?"
At this point, a box landed on his head, followed by eight others. An unearthly voice shook the plane, not actually audible, but clearly able to be perceived. A voice of mourning, tinged with fury.
"Yoooooooou..."
The boxes wrapped around Maxwell and flung him aside like a ragdoll before Vyrm'n could move. Hovering over them was the faint figure of a hollow-eyed man with a barely-visible symbol on his forehead. It slowly extended a hand towards the Faceless, an expression of immutable sorrow twisting its face.
Vyrm'n could feel some of the schrotgolem's thoughts the way it could Maxwell's; it didn't need to touch, since location is a bit of a fuzzy concept for something of that nature, but the communication wasn't as clear. Vyrm'n could feel a distinct duality in the emotions and thoughts assailing it; there was the being it knew as Gestalt, and another one whose song was like those the Faceless had just cut short, the two singing in harmony, but with a distinctly discordant tone.
what have you
done you've killed
them all them killed all
you done you
killed killed
dead
all dead
Vyrm'n was on its guard, ready to repel and counterattack the minute its adversary moved, but the boxes just sat there on the ground, unmoving. The man that was presumably Nu held out its accusatorially-pointed arm, vague, disjointed thoughts and immeasurable melancholy pressing against the Faceless from all sides.
Maxwell stood up and dusted himself off, a little dazed, and turned to see the column of night and stack of boxes apparently... staring each other down. To his eyes, there was no figure hovering above the golem, to his ears no wailing, to his mind no oppressive grief. He scratched his chin and started to speak, and realized he was dumbfounded. He closed his mouth again, surprised.
death to them all you
killed them killed sealed away all
dead dead murder how could you
do it
how the murder dead
killed dead death
gone
all
Gestalt was not quite itself.