Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-12-2009, 07:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset stood, overlooking the carnival. He had ascended to the very top of a tower in the center, a massive construct designed to bring those who rid it up and down at random interval. The Balancer failed to see the amusement in such a concept, although by climbing the tower he managed to find a good vantage point. He crouched quietly, only the occasional light passing its way over his deep purple form. The hunt was on, and it was quite possibly the most important battled he'd ever fight. And at this rate, it might just be the last.
Somewhere down there lurks a Karmist, and one with delusions of grandeur. A being seeking to rip from worlds their energy and bend it into himself. Someone who hasn't been subject to the natural process of checks and balances, someone who wants to grow to the perversely titanic level of the Observer. Such an entity is more dangerous than all that power itself, for there is nothing inherently violent about force. But were it bendable to the wills of an unstable man, it could very well end everything. Life could be snuffed out around the cosmos, in every possible multiverse. No. That could not happen. Samuel must not be allowed to persist, and from this perch, The Sunset would track him down and eliminate him. He closed his eyes, searched the fields of the carnival, and thought.
There was something that troubled The Sunset even more than Samuel, though, and that was that an Observer exists at all. It's simply wrong. It wasn't meant to be. There should've been something to prevent him from getting a twentieth as strong as he is, and there wasn't. The Observer exists on a level that transcends normal living. The Balancer knew he had to do everything in his power to put him to rest, but there was no way that it was possible under normal circumstances. There was just too much raw power in the Observer for one Balancer to put him out of commission. It'd need something more. Something better.
His thoughts turned to the other contestants. The professor with a staff that defied probability. The Balancer himself, a being capable of shifting through dimensions. The Karmist, capable of rending life itself his hammer. The schrotgolem, turning ordinary objects into mechanical prowess. And the Faceless.... That shifting, black mass that is so very, very like himself. So like him when he was free from this suit. Shifting and becoming what it desires at will. Just missing a few important details. Perhaps one of, or more of these beings, could join him. Perhaps together their power could be enough to dent the Observer.
Opening his eyes slowly, The Sunset left the speculation to rest for awhile and focused back on the task at hand.
Nobody would be able to join him while the Karmist walked the earth.
The Sunset stood, overlooking the carnival. He had ascended to the very top of a tower in the center, a massive construct designed to bring those who rid it up and down at random interval. The Balancer failed to see the amusement in such a concept, although by climbing the tower he managed to find a good vantage point. He crouched quietly, only the occasional light passing its way over his deep purple form. The hunt was on, and it was quite possibly the most important battled he'd ever fight. And at this rate, it might just be the last.
Somewhere down there lurks a Karmist, and one with delusions of grandeur. A being seeking to rip from worlds their energy and bend it into himself. Someone who hasn't been subject to the natural process of checks and balances, someone who wants to grow to the perversely titanic level of the Observer. Such an entity is more dangerous than all that power itself, for there is nothing inherently violent about force. But were it bendable to the wills of an unstable man, it could very well end everything. Life could be snuffed out around the cosmos, in every possible multiverse. No. That could not happen. Samuel must not be allowed to persist, and from this perch, The Sunset would track him down and eliminate him. He closed his eyes, searched the fields of the carnival, and thought.
There was something that troubled The Sunset even more than Samuel, though, and that was that an Observer exists at all. It's simply wrong. It wasn't meant to be. There should've been something to prevent him from getting a twentieth as strong as he is, and there wasn't. The Observer exists on a level that transcends normal living. The Balancer knew he had to do everything in his power to put him to rest, but there was no way that it was possible under normal circumstances. There was just too much raw power in the Observer for one Balancer to put him out of commission. It'd need something more. Something better.
His thoughts turned to the other contestants. The professor with a staff that defied probability. The Balancer himself, a being capable of shifting through dimensions. The Karmist, capable of rending life itself his hammer. The schrotgolem, turning ordinary objects into mechanical prowess. And the Faceless.... That shifting, black mass that is so very, very like himself. So like him when he was free from this suit. Shifting and becoming what it desires at will. Just missing a few important details. Perhaps one of, or more of these beings, could join him. Perhaps together their power could be enough to dent the Observer.
Opening his eyes slowly, The Sunset left the speculation to rest for awhile and focused back on the task at hand.
Nobody would be able to join him while the Karmist walked the earth.