Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-08-2009, 08:04 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n took in the Professor's departure brusquely; solicitations for its affection had not been forthcoming from this man. He was dead; his constituent matter setting up a dirge of distress as their definitions swung wildly out of cohesion with each other, unaccustomed to the state shifts.
Nonetheless; the fragments of him would be scattered across this plane for the remainder of its existence; until the Observer snuffed it out.
The wind was picking up; this world had tasted death and was corrupted and made cynical by its taint. Nu still moaned and screamed and tore at Gestalt's already scattered thoughts; commanding the golem to finish off the murderer.
Unheeding to the last guardian's anguished pleas, Gestalt looked upon the last remnants of Reccxer, not knowing entirely what was running through its mind.
Eventually, the screaming became too much; and Gestalt shed the Nu Orb so it rolled along the ground and reached the Faceless' base. The shadow was still gazing upward at the apparition of Nu, whose form seemed to grow until its pained, awful presence was premeating every part of the world the contestants stood in.
The orb bumped against Vyrm'n, the Facless glanced down at it. It still carried Gestalt's consciousness. The golem said to Vyrm'n in a distracted tone, destroy it.
Vyrm'n replied quizzically. Gestalt was dismissive. Nu soundlessly howled in protest all around. It takes no time for me to lose it as a constituent part of myself. When you can no longer hear me in it, destroy it.
Vyrm'n grabbed the orb and with a slow sense of sanctity it did not comprehend; passed it up itself until it rested where its face should have been. Gestalt replied distractedly, Go. The schrotgolem still had not moved its focus from the professor's crater.
Vyrm'n leapt into the sky, climbing higher and ever higher, the presence of Nu all around, screaming for the Faceless to halt. As it levelled off at an altitude where the Labyrinth field resembled a stamp of grime on the featureless plain, the Faceless was screaming inside and out, the Nu-Orb yowling with distress, the Nu-world howling with anguish. The black comet still had the orb-face, and with a graceful turn it pointed itself headfirst and plummetted back down to earth.
The impact shook the ground and shocked the Faceless out of cohesion, its shape slipping fluidly like a puddle. Maxwell walked over nervously, wondering if the Faceless had really injured itself this time. The world still screamed in the souls of all the contestants.
Vyrm'n rose fluidly; perhaps slower than usual but reached its full majestic height. Nu's heart or eye or soul lay in the centre ring; where an eternity ago Phi had been resurrected, and a shorter eternity ago twenty-two souls had been laid to rest.
The Faceless' countenance darkened imperceptibly as it opened up the void, the wind had reached fever pitch now and the jagged walls even seemed to be trembling with Nu's fury.
A black hand stretched out, and laid a single finger on Nu's heart. Several more moments of howling and anguish and bated breath; then the little black seed dissolved into particles finer than dust, which scattered in the gale even as it died around them.
Reccxer was dead, the twenty-four guardians were dead, the Labyrinth Field was dead. All present merely stood there, wondering what would happen next.
Vyrm'n took in the Professor's departure brusquely; solicitations for its affection had not been forthcoming from this man. He was dead; his constituent matter setting up a dirge of distress as their definitions swung wildly out of cohesion with each other, unaccustomed to the state shifts.
Nonetheless; the fragments of him would be scattered across this plane for the remainder of its existence; until the Observer snuffed it out.
The wind was picking up; this world had tasted death and was corrupted and made cynical by its taint. Nu still moaned and screamed and tore at Gestalt's already scattered thoughts; commanding the golem to finish off the murderer.
Unheeding to the last guardian's anguished pleas, Gestalt looked upon the last remnants of Reccxer, not knowing entirely what was running through its mind.
Eventually, the screaming became too much; and Gestalt shed the Nu Orb so it rolled along the ground and reached the Faceless' base. The shadow was still gazing upward at the apparition of Nu, whose form seemed to grow until its pained, awful presence was premeating every part of the world the contestants stood in.
The orb bumped against Vyrm'n, the Facless glanced down at it. It still carried Gestalt's consciousness. The golem said to Vyrm'n in a distracted tone, destroy it.
Vyrm'n replied quizzically. Gestalt was dismissive. Nu soundlessly howled in protest all around. It takes no time for me to lose it as a constituent part of myself. When you can no longer hear me in it, destroy it.
Vyrm'n grabbed the orb and with a slow sense of sanctity it did not comprehend; passed it up itself until it rested where its face should have been. Gestalt replied distractedly, Go. The schrotgolem still had not moved its focus from the professor's crater.
Vyrm'n leapt into the sky, climbing higher and ever higher, the presence of Nu all around, screaming for the Faceless to halt. As it levelled off at an altitude where the Labyrinth field resembled a stamp of grime on the featureless plain, the Faceless was screaming inside and out, the Nu-Orb yowling with distress, the Nu-world howling with anguish. The black comet still had the orb-face, and with a graceful turn it pointed itself headfirst and plummetted back down to earth.
The impact shook the ground and shocked the Faceless out of cohesion, its shape slipping fluidly like a puddle. Maxwell walked over nervously, wondering if the Faceless had really injured itself this time. The world still screamed in the souls of all the contestants.
Vyrm'n rose fluidly; perhaps slower than usual but reached its full majestic height. Nu's heart or eye or soul lay in the centre ring; where an eternity ago Phi had been resurrected, and a shorter eternity ago twenty-two souls had been laid to rest.
The Faceless' countenance darkened imperceptibly as it opened up the void, the wind had reached fever pitch now and the jagged walls even seemed to be trembling with Nu's fury.
A black hand stretched out, and laid a single finger on Nu's heart. Several more moments of howling and anguish and bated breath; then the little black seed dissolved into particles finer than dust, which scattered in the gale even as it died around them.
Reccxer was dead, the twenty-four guardians were dead, the Labyrinth Field was dead. All present merely stood there, wondering what would happen next.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow