Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-17-2009, 09:36 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n still crouched beneath that shack, poised to leap at Galus or interrogate him, or anything, when a song that had been humming in the back of its head came closer again. Absent-mindedly sticking out a hand and not saying to a still-suited Galus I'll come back later, it leapt into the roof with a bang until the corrugated-iron roof was torn off its supports and the Faceless shouldered it like some kind of monstrous celestial junk-yard turtle.
At least it kept the rain off as it padded up the road to the ferris wheel again, where the shadow heard Maxwell's song from a corner. The man looked confused and even deeper in his own thoughts than usual. Vyrm'n adjusted the tin roof so it kept the rain off Maxwell as well. The genius seemed startled to see the Faceless beside him all of a sudden, and guiltily and hastily slipped something into his greatcoat pocket before Vyrm'n could chance a look at it.
Withdrawing the hand, sans mask, from the pocket, Maxwell placed it upon the star-studded surface behind him. For some reason, he didn't turn to look at Vyrm'n, still staring out beyond the little waterfall curtain cascading off the makeshift roof to the rain-draped carnival street.
"Hello, Vyrm'n." Maxwell's gaze did not shift.
I'm relieved you are safe, the Faceless replied. Something about the words stuck to Vyrm'n, a distastefulness like the words were somehow redundant. Vyrm'n couldn't place where the feeling was coming from.
Maxwell felt the tailing-off of the Faceless' words, a strange sensation compared to the normal perfunctory snap which terminated Vyrm'n's sentences. This time, it let the link endure for some time more, deliberately or not letting its thoughts flash by Maxwell. He heard a lot of things, but generally got the gist of the shadow's mood from the stream.
It just seemed to confirm and confuse Maxwell's suspicions, theories, and fears. After several moments of just the rain pattering and splashing, Maxwell finally spoke up. "You've been trying rather hard to get out of here quickly." The Faceless did not miss the insinuation, but before it could reply Maxwell said with a sigh, "Oh, it's all right. I suppose this place would drive anyone mad before long. It's simply your nature..." a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, which did nothing to alleviate the turmoil within.
Maxwell-"Go on," the genius declared, and he didn't mean for Vyrm'n to keep talking. Another feeble attempt by his face to lie about his feelings as he joked,"I can barely hear you above all the background static. Let's... go somewhere a little less crazy. Yeah, let's do that."
Maxwell finally turned to face the Faceless."Go on," he repeated. Even as he resignedly urged Vyrm'n on to fulfil its raison d'etre, his eyes begged the piece of night not to.
It was a shame, then, that the Faceless was incapable of seeing it. The shadow finally terminated the link with a final flick of gratitude before relieving itself of the corrugated iron roof, tossing the heavy sheet with a clang and splash, before becoming its comet-like flight-form and surging up the street to the ferris wheel.
Still standing in the rain, under the loud-speaker topped pole whose sound could no longer be made beautiful in Maxwell's mind, the genius pulled out the mask, and gazed upon it for a moment, before burying his face in his hands.
Vyrm'n still crouched beneath that shack, poised to leap at Galus or interrogate him, or anything, when a song that had been humming in the back of its head came closer again. Absent-mindedly sticking out a hand and not saying to a still-suited Galus I'll come back later, it leapt into the roof with a bang until the corrugated-iron roof was torn off its supports and the Faceless shouldered it like some kind of monstrous celestial junk-yard turtle.
At least it kept the rain off as it padded up the road to the ferris wheel again, where the shadow heard Maxwell's song from a corner. The man looked confused and even deeper in his own thoughts than usual. Vyrm'n adjusted the tin roof so it kept the rain off Maxwell as well. The genius seemed startled to see the Faceless beside him all of a sudden, and guiltily and hastily slipped something into his greatcoat pocket before Vyrm'n could chance a look at it.
Withdrawing the hand, sans mask, from the pocket, Maxwell placed it upon the star-studded surface behind him. For some reason, he didn't turn to look at Vyrm'n, still staring out beyond the little waterfall curtain cascading off the makeshift roof to the rain-draped carnival street.
"Hello, Vyrm'n." Maxwell's gaze did not shift.
I'm relieved you are safe, the Faceless replied. Something about the words stuck to Vyrm'n, a distastefulness like the words were somehow redundant. Vyrm'n couldn't place where the feeling was coming from.
Maxwell felt the tailing-off of the Faceless' words, a strange sensation compared to the normal perfunctory snap which terminated Vyrm'n's sentences. This time, it let the link endure for some time more, deliberately or not letting its thoughts flash by Maxwell. He heard a lot of things, but generally got the gist of the shadow's mood from the stream.
It just seemed to confirm and confuse Maxwell's suspicions, theories, and fears. After several moments of just the rain pattering and splashing, Maxwell finally spoke up. "You've been trying rather hard to get out of here quickly." The Faceless did not miss the insinuation, but before it could reply Maxwell said with a sigh, "Oh, it's all right. I suppose this place would drive anyone mad before long. It's simply your nature..." a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, which did nothing to alleviate the turmoil within.
Maxwell-"Go on," the genius declared, and he didn't mean for Vyrm'n to keep talking. Another feeble attempt by his face to lie about his feelings as he joked,"I can barely hear you above all the background static. Let's... go somewhere a little less crazy. Yeah, let's do that."
Maxwell finally turned to face the Faceless."Go on," he repeated. Even as he resignedly urged Vyrm'n on to fulfil its raison d'etre, his eyes begged the piece of night not to.
It was a shame, then, that the Faceless was incapable of seeing it. The shadow finally terminated the link with a final flick of gratitude before relieving itself of the corrugated iron roof, tossing the heavy sheet with a clang and splash, before becoming its comet-like flight-form and surging up the street to the ferris wheel.
Still standing in the rain, under the loud-speaker topped pole whose sound could no longer be made beautiful in Maxwell's mind, the genius pulled out the mask, and gazed upon it for a moment, before burying his face in his hands.
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