Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
10-19-2009, 03:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n dreamed.
The chunks of metal, Cabaret's last will and testament, kept it that way; their screams too much for the Faceless' consciousness to bear the thought of returning to its body.
Through the "top"most doorway of the chamber of impossible stairs, the courtyard extended out to overlook a pretty, though impossible fountain. The water climbed, cheerfully ignorant of the laws of gravity, before plummeting to the bottom and being pumped upward again.
The shadow still lay in a pool of water, though no longer atop a gaudy canvas catching rain. Instead, the prone form had materialised in this watermill of sorts. Its long, fluid shape reclined in the channel; in its semifluid state getting pumped upward in defiance of commonsense physics, along with the water.
Several moments later, Vyrm'n reached the top of the pump, and slithered down in a surprisingly neat movement, keeping its form cohesive so no darkness splashed out on the stone pavement (though some water was displaced by the Faceless).
The fluid darkness completed one neat circuit of the mill which served to allow the water to execute this impossible climb, emerging and beginning its upward journey again.
Some energy in the mill tickled against the black countenance, and triggered something in the shadow. The void, which presently had lain inactive and unbidden, suddenly swirled out gently to Vyrm'n's exterior, reaching out to the water the Faceless swirled about in. Finding no sentience to snuff out, the void retreated for a moment, before trying a different tack.
Reaching out slightly more forcibly this time, the emptiness seized upon less than a drop of water and let its constituent molecules sing out their song; and keep singing it, until its atomic voice cracked and the droplet of water could sing no more.
The turgid forces in the current snatched the droplet in question from the void's contact, but the damage had been done. Along with the sinuous length of Faceless which took up the fountain, a single, disconnected black drop flowed impossibly up and down also.
Vyrm'n dreamed.
The chunks of metal, Cabaret's last will and testament, kept it that way; their screams too much for the Faceless' consciousness to bear the thought of returning to its body.
Through the "top"most doorway of the chamber of impossible stairs, the courtyard extended out to overlook a pretty, though impossible fountain. The water climbed, cheerfully ignorant of the laws of gravity, before plummeting to the bottom and being pumped upward again.
The shadow still lay in a pool of water, though no longer atop a gaudy canvas catching rain. Instead, the prone form had materialised in this watermill of sorts. Its long, fluid shape reclined in the channel; in its semifluid state getting pumped upward in defiance of commonsense physics, along with the water.
Several moments later, Vyrm'n reached the top of the pump, and slithered down in a surprisingly neat movement, keeping its form cohesive so no darkness splashed out on the stone pavement (though some water was displaced by the Faceless).
The fluid darkness completed one neat circuit of the mill which served to allow the water to execute this impossible climb, emerging and beginning its upward journey again.
Some energy in the mill tickled against the black countenance, and triggered something in the shadow. The void, which presently had lain inactive and unbidden, suddenly swirled out gently to Vyrm'n's exterior, reaching out to the water the Faceless swirled about in. Finding no sentience to snuff out, the void retreated for a moment, before trying a different tack.
Reaching out slightly more forcibly this time, the emptiness seized upon less than a drop of water and let its constituent molecules sing out their song; and keep singing it, until its atomic voice cracked and the droplet of water could sing no more.
The turgid forces in the current snatched the droplet in question from the void's contact, but the damage had been done. Along with the sinuous length of Faceless which took up the fountain, a single, disconnected black drop flowed impossibly up and down also.
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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