Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-13-2009, 11:12 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n lifted itself from the spike pit, lunging to the next room. A flight of stairs up to the room where Cabaret hid would have retracted into a helter-skelter sending Vyrm'n sliding back into the spiked pit, if it had not preemptively punched a hole in the stairs, breaking some kind of mechanism beneath. It stood at the top of the stairs, its form quaking and quivering in an attempt to shake the stinging, unwelcome matter from its mind; so the Faceless could extend its consciousness out again and find Cabaret.
The black room had fake walls which fell on top of you, and real ones which moved around and left you disoriented. The sticky webs still hung from the ceiling. Vyrm'n extended its consciousness; though the insanity had cost the Faceless its acute sense of perspective it knew without a doubt the conjurer was in the room.
Compressing its shape and charging for the opposite door, Vyrm'n barrelled through several walls before running into the opposite side of the room. Several boards now jammed the exit, reducing the light in the black room to thin slivers that cast slender beams across the now slightly-clearer room. The only obvious way out was down the stairs and over the pit of spikes.
Vyrm'n stood, perfectly still, trying to pick up Cabaret's trace. Its attention was chiefly fixed on the door it had come through, waiting avidly for any motion there, such as Cabaret attempting to escape.
Cabaret stood, barely daring to move a muscle, pressed into a inner wall a very short dash from the entrance. If he could distract Vyrm'n for just a second, he might be able to make the dash out the door...
There was a muffled crash as Vyrm'n toppled a wall, making the puffy surface exude a pall of choking spores. Cabaret stifled a choking splutter, as the Faceless knocked over the next nearest wall. At this rate, Cabaret would have no choice but to expose himself; there were only so many more walls the Faceless could knock over before he was underneath one of them. And the spores were murder on his eyes and nose...
Another thump, and Cabaret sneezed. Vyrm'n paused its systematic destruction to listen hard, though by now Cabaret's breathing was a lot wheezier; his lungs and throat were prickling painfully, the conjurer felt faint. He was sure the Faceless would've heard him, yet it seemed oddly still like it was straining with all of its senses to seek him out.
Though Cabaret may not have realised it, to the Faceless the air was saturated with the song of life being shouted at double volume (compared to air) by all the spores, to find Cabaret within it would have been like trying to look through soup. The spores, not being sentient, did not succumb to the void and stayed suspended in the air, resting upon all the available surfaces such as the toppled walls, Vyrm'n, and in Cabaret's lungs.
Cabaret chanced pulling a handkerchief out from his sleeve to tie round his face, Vyrm'n did not spot the movement and the filter alleviated the sting of the spores in Cabaret's lungs somewhat. His vision starting to blur; Cabaret heard the last false wall fall to Vyrm'n's ministrations, except for the one he cowered behind.
Half consigning himself to his fate, half blacking out due to the toxic spores, Cabaret heard the whump and groan as the wall fell on top of him -
- and felt no unyielding darkness grabbing him, no scattering into an endless dark. Admittedly, he couldn't see anything, but that was mainly because he was sandwiched between two thick layers of squashy fungus which were still playing havoc with his lungs and eyes.
Vyrm'n glanced about the cleared room in confusion, wondering where its quarry had gone. Unable to locate Cabaret, its form started trembling again with a force which even the conjurer felt while wedged in his squashy hideaway. There was definitely enough time for a long string of cosmic expletives to pour from the Faceless.
Next thing the conjurer felt was a huge force from above, a sickening crack below, the groan of a floor holding on by its last few tenuous planks, before the patch of floor Cabaret and the wall were resting on fell through to the ground floor of the Funhouse.
The severely muffled sounds of Vyrm'n tearing open the barricade it had placed on the door reached Cabaret's semi-conscious ears, before he heard it crashing through the unexplored rooms of the Funhouse. As soon as he dared, Cabaret lifted the squashy wall off himself, still a little groggy from the effects of the spores. Despite the ample padding, his back still ached where the Faceless had impacted upon it.
The Faceless was evidently on a path of mindless destruction through the house of horrors; and Cabaret wasted no time in jumping out a window and getting as far away as possible. Tearing the handkerchief off his face, Cabaret thought as the sound of the rampaging Faceless faded behind him,
that was way too close.
Vyrm'n lifted itself from the spike pit, lunging to the next room. A flight of stairs up to the room where Cabaret hid would have retracted into a helter-skelter sending Vyrm'n sliding back into the spiked pit, if it had not preemptively punched a hole in the stairs, breaking some kind of mechanism beneath. It stood at the top of the stairs, its form quaking and quivering in an attempt to shake the stinging, unwelcome matter from its mind; so the Faceless could extend its consciousness out again and find Cabaret.
The black room had fake walls which fell on top of you, and real ones which moved around and left you disoriented. The sticky webs still hung from the ceiling. Vyrm'n extended its consciousness; though the insanity had cost the Faceless its acute sense of perspective it knew without a doubt the conjurer was in the room.
Compressing its shape and charging for the opposite door, Vyrm'n barrelled through several walls before running into the opposite side of the room. Several boards now jammed the exit, reducing the light in the black room to thin slivers that cast slender beams across the now slightly-clearer room. The only obvious way out was down the stairs and over the pit of spikes.
Vyrm'n stood, perfectly still, trying to pick up Cabaret's trace. Its attention was chiefly fixed on the door it had come through, waiting avidly for any motion there, such as Cabaret attempting to escape.
Cabaret stood, barely daring to move a muscle, pressed into a inner wall a very short dash from the entrance. If he could distract Vyrm'n for just a second, he might be able to make the dash out the door...
There was a muffled crash as Vyrm'n toppled a wall, making the puffy surface exude a pall of choking spores. Cabaret stifled a choking splutter, as the Faceless knocked over the next nearest wall. At this rate, Cabaret would have no choice but to expose himself; there were only so many more walls the Faceless could knock over before he was underneath one of them. And the spores were murder on his eyes and nose...
Another thump, and Cabaret sneezed. Vyrm'n paused its systematic destruction to listen hard, though by now Cabaret's breathing was a lot wheezier; his lungs and throat were prickling painfully, the conjurer felt faint. He was sure the Faceless would've heard him, yet it seemed oddly still like it was straining with all of its senses to seek him out.
Though Cabaret may not have realised it, to the Faceless the air was saturated with the song of life being shouted at double volume (compared to air) by all the spores, to find Cabaret within it would have been like trying to look through soup. The spores, not being sentient, did not succumb to the void and stayed suspended in the air, resting upon all the available surfaces such as the toppled walls, Vyrm'n, and in Cabaret's lungs.
Cabaret chanced pulling a handkerchief out from his sleeve to tie round his face, Vyrm'n did not spot the movement and the filter alleviated the sting of the spores in Cabaret's lungs somewhat. His vision starting to blur; Cabaret heard the last false wall fall to Vyrm'n's ministrations, except for the one he cowered behind.
Half consigning himself to his fate, half blacking out due to the toxic spores, Cabaret heard the whump and groan as the wall fell on top of him -
- and felt no unyielding darkness grabbing him, no scattering into an endless dark. Admittedly, he couldn't see anything, but that was mainly because he was sandwiched between two thick layers of squashy fungus which were still playing havoc with his lungs and eyes.
Vyrm'n glanced about the cleared room in confusion, wondering where its quarry had gone. Unable to locate Cabaret, its form started trembling again with a force which even the conjurer felt while wedged in his squashy hideaway. There was definitely enough time for a long string of cosmic expletives to pour from the Faceless.
Next thing the conjurer felt was a huge force from above, a sickening crack below, the groan of a floor holding on by its last few tenuous planks, before the patch of floor Cabaret and the wall were resting on fell through to the ground floor of the Funhouse.
The severely muffled sounds of Vyrm'n tearing open the barricade it had placed on the door reached Cabaret's semi-conscious ears, before he heard it crashing through the unexplored rooms of the Funhouse. As soon as he dared, Cabaret lifted the squashy wall off himself, still a little groggy from the effects of the spores. Despite the ample padding, his back still ached where the Faceless had impacted upon it.
The Faceless was evidently on a path of mindless destruction through the house of horrors; and Cabaret wasted no time in jumping out a window and getting as far away as possible. Tearing the handkerchief off his face, Cabaret thought as the sound of the rampaging Faceless faded behind him,
that was way too close.
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