Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-13-2009, 12:48 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n glanced about the shrinking cage, trying to block out the bleating machine as it cheerfully shouted "MISS! BAD! POOR! MISS!"
In a moment of uncharacteristic lucidity, it sent a black spike through the closing gaps between the bars and stabbed the DDR machine right through the monitor, knocking it over with a crackle and crash. Barreling into the cage with its full bulk, the battered Faceless slid out of the box of bars and trembled violently, a physical manifestation of a frustrated scream emanating through the shadow's entire being.
The zombie moaned, pinned beneath Vyrm'n and the cage. With a careless punch, a bolt of darkness leapt out from the whole and crushed the beast's head into the ground, pummeling thick red across the concrete floor.
The creature then raised itself as high as it could considering the low roof; its form still shuddering like it was breathing heavily. The uninitiated sting of matter all over it was like fingernails running down the Faceless' chalkboard innards. Everything in this cluttered, tangled world sang stridently of its existence; Vyrm'n could deal with that. It may mean on occasion simply shutting itself off from the world, but that was possible. When bastards like Cabaret shot the Faceless with bullets or burned the dark countenance with hot cage bars, though; the song was no longer around Vyrm'n but within it, screaming so loudly the Faceless had no idea what song was its own anymore, with no way to shut it off short of shutting off its own mind.
It meant losing your mind to something as base as a single bullet. Though the acid which still dripped off the Faceless could never eat through the otherworldly matter, it burnt through the Faceless' mind as though Vyrm'n's sanity was the true mortal flesh.
Vyrm'n stood in about the centre of the arcade, its consciousness extending out the entrances. Getting a whisper of Cabaret, it darted after the trace; its atomic perception let the plexiglass barriers stand out as clearly as walls of steel it slid around with cold, malevolent fluidity before striking out for the funhouse. It studied the closed door for only a moment before ramming into it so forcibly it buckled on its hinges.
Cabaret jumped as the boxing-glove booby-trap triggered and smacked into the double doors, which were still hanging on (though looking extremely battered.) He'd been banking on the Faceless planning to exercise caution and open the door slowly, but the Faceless evidently had no time for niceties like doorknobs. Another building-quaking crunch; it looked like the door would only sustain one more hit.
Vyrm'n lurched up for the final strike, pain and fury mingling within into a mind-rending roar; and came crashing down upon the poor doors, tearing them off their hinges.
The Faceless took in the new location, listening for its quarry. Cabaret had made himself scarce, though Vyrm'n still sensed him in the building. The Funhouse took on an eerie calm compared to the Arcade, Vyrm'n motionles; waiting for a trap to be sprung. The tension was somewhat ruined by the grinding carnival music which still perpetuated outside, but the feeling was there.
Vyrm'n twitched as one of the double doors it had entered through finally succumbed to gravity and fell with a bang and clang, joining its partner on the floor. The standstill gave Vyrm'n a moment of clarity, brought into its mind with sharp relief by the fury which still seethed within. Tearing a backing board off a wall and dragging it to the entrance, Vyrm'n barricaded the entrance off along with the sad remains of the two original doors.
Cabaret simply sat, back to the wall in a dark room with squashy walls and nets hanging from the ceiling, listening to the unexpected scrapes and bumps and wondering what was happening. Next thing the conjurer heard was a swish and a thud, before similar dragging and scraping noises were heard at the exit doors on the opposite side of the Funhouse. Chancing an opportunity to see what the Faceless was up to, Cabaret realised with an unpleasant feeling in his stomach that Vyrm'n had barricaded the two main doors shut. Cabaret couldn't recall another exit off the top of his head out of this place, and if he wasn't careful he could just as easily succumb to one of the traps in this house that he hadn't set up for the Faceless.
Somewhere, Cabaret heard a crunch of creaky floorboards collapsing underneath the weight of the Faceless. He couldn't help but wince a bit at the thought of the foot-long steel spikes he'd noticed beneath the rotten boards when traversing it earlier.
Vyrm'n glanced about the shrinking cage, trying to block out the bleating machine as it cheerfully shouted "MISS! BAD! POOR! MISS!"
In a moment of uncharacteristic lucidity, it sent a black spike through the closing gaps between the bars and stabbed the DDR machine right through the monitor, knocking it over with a crackle and crash. Barreling into the cage with its full bulk, the battered Faceless slid out of the box of bars and trembled violently, a physical manifestation of a frustrated scream emanating through the shadow's entire being.
The zombie moaned, pinned beneath Vyrm'n and the cage. With a careless punch, a bolt of darkness leapt out from the whole and crushed the beast's head into the ground, pummeling thick red across the concrete floor.
The creature then raised itself as high as it could considering the low roof; its form still shuddering like it was breathing heavily. The uninitiated sting of matter all over it was like fingernails running down the Faceless' chalkboard innards. Everything in this cluttered, tangled world sang stridently of its existence; Vyrm'n could deal with that. It may mean on occasion simply shutting itself off from the world, but that was possible. When bastards like Cabaret shot the Faceless with bullets or burned the dark countenance with hot cage bars, though; the song was no longer around Vyrm'n but within it, screaming so loudly the Faceless had no idea what song was its own anymore, with no way to shut it off short of shutting off its own mind.
It meant losing your mind to something as base as a single bullet. Though the acid which still dripped off the Faceless could never eat through the otherworldly matter, it burnt through the Faceless' mind as though Vyrm'n's sanity was the true mortal flesh.
Vyrm'n stood in about the centre of the arcade, its consciousness extending out the entrances. Getting a whisper of Cabaret, it darted after the trace; its atomic perception let the plexiglass barriers stand out as clearly as walls of steel it slid around with cold, malevolent fluidity before striking out for the funhouse. It studied the closed door for only a moment before ramming into it so forcibly it buckled on its hinges.
Cabaret jumped as the boxing-glove booby-trap triggered and smacked into the double doors, which were still hanging on (though looking extremely battered.) He'd been banking on the Faceless planning to exercise caution and open the door slowly, but the Faceless evidently had no time for niceties like doorknobs. Another building-quaking crunch; it looked like the door would only sustain one more hit.
Vyrm'n lurched up for the final strike, pain and fury mingling within into a mind-rending roar; and came crashing down upon the poor doors, tearing them off their hinges.
The Faceless took in the new location, listening for its quarry. Cabaret had made himself scarce, though Vyrm'n still sensed him in the building. The Funhouse took on an eerie calm compared to the Arcade, Vyrm'n motionles; waiting for a trap to be sprung. The tension was somewhat ruined by the grinding carnival music which still perpetuated outside, but the feeling was there.
Vyrm'n twitched as one of the double doors it had entered through finally succumbed to gravity and fell with a bang and clang, joining its partner on the floor. The standstill gave Vyrm'n a moment of clarity, brought into its mind with sharp relief by the fury which still seethed within. Tearing a backing board off a wall and dragging it to the entrance, Vyrm'n barricaded the entrance off along with the sad remains of the two original doors.
Cabaret simply sat, back to the wall in a dark room with squashy walls and nets hanging from the ceiling, listening to the unexpected scrapes and bumps and wondering what was happening. Next thing the conjurer heard was a swish and a thud, before similar dragging and scraping noises were heard at the exit doors on the opposite side of the Funhouse. Chancing an opportunity to see what the Faceless was up to, Cabaret realised with an unpleasant feeling in his stomach that Vyrm'n had barricaded the two main doors shut. Cabaret couldn't recall another exit off the top of his head out of this place, and if he wasn't careful he could just as easily succumb to one of the traps in this house that he hadn't set up for the Faceless.
Somewhere, Cabaret heard a crunch of creaky floorboards collapsing underneath the weight of the Faceless. He couldn't help but wince a bit at the thought of the foot-long steel spikes he'd noticed beneath the rotten boards when traversing it earlier.
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