Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 2: Destructo World!]
10-17-2009, 10:11 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Archduke_Ferdinand.
The Sunset had risen from his seated position on the bench and was now striding slowly down the avenues of the rain soaked carnival, eyes peeled for anyone else. He didn't think it likely that people had explored the entire depth of the place, and so proceeded to a darker section. There weren't half as many lights around here, and fewer rides. It was difficult to tell exactly what had been here before, if not a section for ridegoers and other such humans to play. There didn't appear to be as many concession stands, either, just many dark buildings with lights held over them. It was like a maintenance section.
Far off in the distance, he could see a building with a few words etched lonely across the front. They spelled out Administration.
Ah, thought The Sunset, so this is where the leader was. This is where all the decisions were made, all the workers told to go about their business. This is where the authorities laid. This is where the movers and shakers of the park gathered. He reflected on the building quietly, before moving on through the park, deep in thought.
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So this is where the leader is, thought The Sunset, as he coughed to himself. This is where all the decisions are made, all the Balancers recieve their assignments. This is that special place where his race was born, the vortex and the void of his world collided together to form the fragments that would become the future of the universe itself. Tiny purple shards danced through the atmosphere of the flat, geometrically incorrect world. It was an enormous, gleaming, gold and black city. And the air was full of young Balancers.
Colors swirled up towers and swirled through the people of amorphous shape and color, their frenzied buzzing and training a constant din over the dark tintinnabulation of the purple hole, thousands of miles below this orbital city-state. There was nobody around The Sunset could recognize, as these were largely trainees and young ones, those who might one day become part of the Order of Celestial Harmony. He could hear chattering going about amongst some of the young, their bodies flitting with color and sound as they went about their business. A few of them were happy to merely tend to this world, as they were unable to reach the level of certain other Balancers, and their purpose as keepers of this place was enough for them. Others strove to rise up and claim a position in the framework of this society, and by extension, this universe.
Largely an industrious and altogether pleasing place to be, there were shreds of melancholy here and there. On the side of the road, a being sagged soggily, its body struggling to maintain itself. The poor thing. It had been born without an attachment to the void, a sort of walking shadow of what it was meant to be. Balancers were meant to be born as fully fledged contacts between the fabric of being and mortal creatures, and when one wasn't, it didn't have what it needed to keep going. These unfortunate few were walking piles of unrefined mush, and great sympathy was given to them. Few survived more than several years. A few passerby tossed it shards of the void, which it assimilated quickly. After that it was able to progress something more swiftly, and stood a little taller. Scientists were looking for a cure, but it was hard to power a being who was born without a core. Another, older Coreless grabbed the sagging one's shoulder and helped it up. They walked slowly together.
But nevermind that. The Sunset had a greater purpose here, and that was to approach the Order itself. A desperate situation had arisen on a distant world. A being that was difficult for even him to conquer, one that had fought him and gotten away with it. He merely hoped that the Order would listen to his case and assist him. If he was forced to persist in this case alone, it was possible he might be destroyed. The Sunset strode forward smoothly, his dark form easily crossing the street. He was headed to find help, from the highest figure he knew. If only they would listen to his plea, much destruction could be avoided. If they listened.
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The Sunset eventually, in the present, lumbered in his suit long enough to find his way back to the main path, to the center of the madhouse. He looked around and decided to stride off to find another entity, and perhaps, persuade them to his aid. He was headed to find help, from whatever beings he could find. If only they would listen to his plea, much destruction could be avoided. If they listened.
Old headaches rose up like poison to the brain as he clanked, apparently emotionlessly, towards the nearest ride. Silent steps splashed growing puddles on the ground, the only noise emitted by the quiet behemoth. Stress isn't something typically applied to a Balancer, as they can deal with situations with the greatest of ease. But this wasn't a typical situation.
He wouldn't be caught off guard again.
The Sunset had risen from his seated position on the bench and was now striding slowly down the avenues of the rain soaked carnival, eyes peeled for anyone else. He didn't think it likely that people had explored the entire depth of the place, and so proceeded to a darker section. There weren't half as many lights around here, and fewer rides. It was difficult to tell exactly what had been here before, if not a section for ridegoers and other such humans to play. There didn't appear to be as many concession stands, either, just many dark buildings with lights held over them. It was like a maintenance section.
Far off in the distance, he could see a building with a few words etched lonely across the front. They spelled out Administration.
Ah, thought The Sunset, so this is where the leader was. This is where all the decisions were made, all the workers told to go about their business. This is where the authorities laid. This is where the movers and shakers of the park gathered. He reflected on the building quietly, before moving on through the park, deep in thought.
------------
So this is where the leader is, thought The Sunset, as he coughed to himself. This is where all the decisions are made, all the Balancers recieve their assignments. This is that special place where his race was born, the vortex and the void of his world collided together to form the fragments that would become the future of the universe itself. Tiny purple shards danced through the atmosphere of the flat, geometrically incorrect world. It was an enormous, gleaming, gold and black city. And the air was full of young Balancers.
Colors swirled up towers and swirled through the people of amorphous shape and color, their frenzied buzzing and training a constant din over the dark tintinnabulation of the purple hole, thousands of miles below this orbital city-state. There was nobody around The Sunset could recognize, as these were largely trainees and young ones, those who might one day become part of the Order of Celestial Harmony. He could hear chattering going about amongst some of the young, their bodies flitting with color and sound as they went about their business. A few of them were happy to merely tend to this world, as they were unable to reach the level of certain other Balancers, and their purpose as keepers of this place was enough for them. Others strove to rise up and claim a position in the framework of this society, and by extension, this universe.
Largely an industrious and altogether pleasing place to be, there were shreds of melancholy here and there. On the side of the road, a being sagged soggily, its body struggling to maintain itself. The poor thing. It had been born without an attachment to the void, a sort of walking shadow of what it was meant to be. Balancers were meant to be born as fully fledged contacts between the fabric of being and mortal creatures, and when one wasn't, it didn't have what it needed to keep going. These unfortunate few were walking piles of unrefined mush, and great sympathy was given to them. Few survived more than several years. A few passerby tossed it shards of the void, which it assimilated quickly. After that it was able to progress something more swiftly, and stood a little taller. Scientists were looking for a cure, but it was hard to power a being who was born without a core. Another, older Coreless grabbed the sagging one's shoulder and helped it up. They walked slowly together.
But nevermind that. The Sunset had a greater purpose here, and that was to approach the Order itself. A desperate situation had arisen on a distant world. A being that was difficult for even him to conquer, one that had fought him and gotten away with it. He merely hoped that the Order would listen to his case and assist him. If he was forced to persist in this case alone, it was possible he might be destroyed. The Sunset strode forward smoothly, his dark form easily crossing the street. He was headed to find help, from the highest figure he knew. If only they would listen to his plea, much destruction could be avoided. If they listened.
-------------
The Sunset eventually, in the present, lumbered in his suit long enough to find his way back to the main path, to the center of the madhouse. He looked around and decided to stride off to find another entity, and perhaps, persuade them to his aid. He was headed to find help, from whatever beings he could find. If only they would listen to his plea, much destruction could be avoided. If they listened.
Old headaches rose up like poison to the brain as he clanked, apparently emotionlessly, towards the nearest ride. Silent steps splashed growing puddles on the ground, the only noise emitted by the quiet behemoth. Stress isn't something typically applied to a Balancer, as they can deal with situations with the greatest of ease. But this wasn't a typical situation.
He wouldn't be caught off guard again.