Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-16-2009, 12:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset hmmed to himself and let his gun fall to his side, considering what had been said by the Faceless. Seeing the meter on his chest increase, even by a fraction? It was completely unheard of. There was nothing in the universe that should've been able to accomplish that, but somehow this shapeless, sentient void was able to empower him. Add precious years onto his lifespan.
As much as this gave The Sunset a small amount of hope, it also infuriated him. His life as of late had been the plaything of the other contestants. They were removing it from him, giving it back, and tossing it about like a yo-yo without any ill effect. The irony was not lost on the purple consciousness. That something as basely powerful and indomitable as a Balancer could be turned into the toy of other beings. This Observer. The Karmist. The Faceless. Never had he felt so unable to control his own existence.
But perhaps there was hope with this shifting entity, this Vyrm'n. It was an entity born from the void, like him, that sought not the continued growth of its own power. It was sinuous and deft and powerful. It lacked the natural force the Balancers contained within themselves, that unique tie to the universe that turned them into living batteries and solar panels (at least until old age), sliding beasts of epic proportion. But the framework was all there, if changed up. It made the Balancer wonder whether they were both birthed from similar circumstances.
He thought back to all those years ago when he was a Balancer, parading around Osellus Kappa. Sending himself rocketing through the universe, shape changing and swirling at lightning paces, glow from his body illuminating and terrifying his prey. Ending so many lives, so deftly and so efficiently. He was so old now. So slow. Still powerful, but not half the being he was once. He used to be an integral part of the universe. Now he wasn't even in that world proper.
Either way, he had a job to do. Possibly, it would be the most important thing he would ever accomplish.
"FACELESS." He boomed.
"I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THE DESTRUCTION OF THE KARMIST, AND LATER, THE OBSERVER HIMSELF. I KNOW YOU ARE A BEING OF BALANCE BY NATURE. ASSIST ME IN BRINGING THAT VIRTUE TO THESE MEN BECOME GODS. DENY THIS REQUEST, AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED. SIMPLY CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES OF NOT DOING SO."
The Sunset hmmed to himself and let his gun fall to his side, considering what had been said by the Faceless. Seeing the meter on his chest increase, even by a fraction? It was completely unheard of. There was nothing in the universe that should've been able to accomplish that, but somehow this shapeless, sentient void was able to empower him. Add precious years onto his lifespan.
As much as this gave The Sunset a small amount of hope, it also infuriated him. His life as of late had been the plaything of the other contestants. They were removing it from him, giving it back, and tossing it about like a yo-yo without any ill effect. The irony was not lost on the purple consciousness. That something as basely powerful and indomitable as a Balancer could be turned into the toy of other beings. This Observer. The Karmist. The Faceless. Never had he felt so unable to control his own existence.
But perhaps there was hope with this shifting entity, this Vyrm'n. It was an entity born from the void, like him, that sought not the continued growth of its own power. It was sinuous and deft and powerful. It lacked the natural force the Balancers contained within themselves, that unique tie to the universe that turned them into living batteries and solar panels (at least until old age), sliding beasts of epic proportion. But the framework was all there, if changed up. It made the Balancer wonder whether they were both birthed from similar circumstances.
He thought back to all those years ago when he was a Balancer, parading around Osellus Kappa. Sending himself rocketing through the universe, shape changing and swirling at lightning paces, glow from his body illuminating and terrifying his prey. Ending so many lives, so deftly and so efficiently. He was so old now. So slow. Still powerful, but not half the being he was once. He used to be an integral part of the universe. Now he wasn't even in that world proper.
Either way, he had a job to do. Possibly, it would be the most important thing he would ever accomplish.
"FACELESS." He boomed.
"I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE IN THE DESTRUCTION OF THE KARMIST, AND LATER, THE OBSERVER HIMSELF. I KNOW YOU ARE A BEING OF BALANCE BY NATURE. ASSIST ME IN BRINGING THAT VIRTUE TO THESE MEN BECOME GODS. DENY THIS REQUEST, AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED. SIMPLY CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES OF NOT DOING SO."