Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-14-2009, 04:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
There was... Destruction. The golem could hear it, and more importantly, could feel it. A group of boxes and various other objects slid away from the now-stripped section of carnival games, each making for the funhouse and the bangs coming from it.
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Cabaret, still coughing and blowing his nose on a series of handkerchiefs from his sleeve, didn't notice the small length of chain from a cheap plastic necklace loop around his ankle and fasten itself.
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Maxwell was only a little way away from the carnival games when he heard the bangs. He bit a nail, thoughts temporarily interrupted and sent spinning down different paths. He was figuring distance to the source when he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye; his head snapped around and he saw a marionette dancing around the corner, followed by a tangle of unfilled balloons and an old-fashioned milk bottle. This, he mused could be relevant.
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aid me should things proceed poorly
It was more an addendum, a corollary, an afterthought, than the original intent of the truce. It shouldn't have mattered. A fragile, nearly-powerless human should have posed no threat to an ageless being of nothingness made real. And yet, the funhouse was the convergence point for a surprising number of inanimate objects sliding through the shadows. The schrotgolem wasn't even going to directly attack Cabaret yet; it couldn't: it had rescuing to do. Absurd.
The inside was as clear as day to the perception of the golem. There was the Faceless, there was its assailant... Maybe things weren't going as poorly as it had thought at first. Still, taking risks didn't pay off; the professor had proved that, rather distressingly.
Gestalt had no intention of going back on its word.
There was... Destruction. The golem could hear it, and more importantly, could feel it. A group of boxes and various other objects slid away from the now-stripped section of carnival games, each making for the funhouse and the bangs coming from it.
-
Cabaret, still coughing and blowing his nose on a series of handkerchiefs from his sleeve, didn't notice the small length of chain from a cheap plastic necklace loop around his ankle and fasten itself.
-
Maxwell was only a little way away from the carnival games when he heard the bangs. He bit a nail, thoughts temporarily interrupted and sent spinning down different paths. He was figuring distance to the source when he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye; his head snapped around and he saw a marionette dancing around the corner, followed by a tangle of unfilled balloons and an old-fashioned milk bottle. This, he mused could be relevant.
-
aid me should things proceed poorly
It was more an addendum, a corollary, an afterthought, than the original intent of the truce. It shouldn't have mattered. A fragile, nearly-powerless human should have posed no threat to an ageless being of nothingness made real. And yet, the funhouse was the convergence point for a surprising number of inanimate objects sliding through the shadows. The schrotgolem wasn't even going to directly attack Cabaret yet; it couldn't: it had rescuing to do. Absurd.
The inside was as clear as day to the perception of the golem. There was the Faceless, there was its assailant... Maybe things weren't going as poorly as it had thought at first. Still, taking risks didn't pay off; the professor had proved that, rather distressingly.
Gestalt had no intention of going back on its word.