Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-03-2009, 01:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n padded barefoot, kicking up the slurry of gunmetal water engorged with black sand raking up and down the shoreline, round Vyrm'n's feet; as she walked. Stooping down to grab a handful of identity-laden water, she cupped it in her hands and studied the fragments of memory it contained with all her senses.
After reliving the moment for a heartbeat or so, Vyrm'n released the memory back into the sea; where it scattered into droplets, and was lost amongst the whisper of recollections, as they swirled round her toes for less time than it took to think before being replaced with a new thought.
Vyrm'n slumped down on the silver-black sand, gazing up at the sun which hung like a paradoxical negative in the sky, blacker and emptier than the sea and shore; more like a hole punched from the fabric of the sky than a source of light. Its presence made Vyrm'n think. The beach was never this pleasant to linger on, the sun's rays usually burning and violent and hateful whenever Vyrm'n's mood took an introspective turn and she felt like lingering.
For introspection, this place was hard to beat; though the void the sun screamed resentfully down, all the time, at the conscious part of Vyrm'n whenever she attempted to find time here. It was probably one of the reasons she never got into self-analysis much.
In contrast to those times, though, today the sun had lost its rage - its energies seemed to be diverted elsewhere. And all it had taken for Vyrm'n's day at the beach was to wake up from the dreams and find herself lying on the black shore.
Leaning forward to trail her fingers in the swirling water, Vyrm'n on a whim focussed upon one of the scraps of memory. In response, similar, connected fragments converged at her hands; vying for Vym'n's attention. Choosing some and discarding others, more and more thoughts approached and departed as their relevance increased and was subsequently reduced.
Eventually, Vyrm'n had assembled all the little pieces of information to formulate a full memory - the first day of her life. Scooping it up uncertainly, the handful of black water seemed to possess a certain cohesiveness the earlier handful did not. Uncertain what to do with it, she tossed it on the black sand, which swiftly drunk it up. From the wet splodges rose an entire scene, resplendent with all the little details Vyrm'n had taken the time to dredge up. Despite this, it wasn't perfect; that transferring of memories was still extremely fuzzy, plus the abstractions used by the sand to create a solid replication of Vyrm'n's viewpoint through it left a lot to be desired.
Eventually, the scene started to run out of details, grains of sand starting to fall off faces, sounds becoming less distinct. Eventually, it all dried out and crumbled at Vyrm'n's feet.
That done, Vyrm'n decided to try something else. Returning to the water, this time she dredged across time, looking for all the fragments pertaining to a particular subject. It took a bit of concentration to keep out the irrelevant elements, like the sounds and scene at the time, but eventually something cohesive assembled in her cupped hands.
Padding away from the silent shore, Vyrm'n tossed her arms out, the recollections sparkling darkly through the air in a graceful arc as they hit the coal-dust sand.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the sand began to twitch, and a figure lying face-down hauled himself up, studying his grey-black hands of pure sand with confusion. Eventually, he rose warily to his feet, and with an improbable click of a sand button lowered his helmet. The Urisian sensed the presence of Vyrm'n, and faster than Galus might have normally done pulled the rifle from his holster (all composed of the same black sand) and pointed it at Vyrm'n.
"State your name!" The woman replied without moving her mouth, instead the ocean behind her seem to rumble as her voice.
Vyrm'n. Galus shook his head, glaring, not believing her. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. It was a good parable for the importance of attention to detail - the rifle, composed of sand, had no working innards. Vyrm'n hadn't really seen the relevance of adding them to the memory.
I am Vyrm'n. This is the... manifestation. Of my... identity. She didn't seem to have a great idea, even in her own mind. Sand-Galus spent a few more fruitless moments trying to get his weapon to work, before discarding it.
"Fine... if you ARE Vyrm'n," and the tone of his voice made clear the fact he seriously doubted it- "Then explain where this is."
My memories, answered the ocean in Vyrm'n's stead. Normally, I would not linger long... but the sun is calm today. Vyrm'n kicked up the water, and smiled. Sand-Galus glanced up at the star in question. The black hole in the sky unnerved him; it reminded him more of the Faceless than anything else in this monochrome landscape.
"Then... what am I doing here?"
I have questions. About Luna.
Vyrm'n padded barefoot, kicking up the slurry of gunmetal water engorged with black sand raking up and down the shoreline, round Vyrm'n's feet; as she walked. Stooping down to grab a handful of identity-laden water, she cupped it in her hands and studied the fragments of memory it contained with all her senses.
After reliving the moment for a heartbeat or so, Vyrm'n released the memory back into the sea; where it scattered into droplets, and was lost amongst the whisper of recollections, as they swirled round her toes for less time than it took to think before being replaced with a new thought.
Vyrm'n slumped down on the silver-black sand, gazing up at the sun which hung like a paradoxical negative in the sky, blacker and emptier than the sea and shore; more like a hole punched from the fabric of the sky than a source of light. Its presence made Vyrm'n think. The beach was never this pleasant to linger on, the sun's rays usually burning and violent and hateful whenever Vyrm'n's mood took an introspective turn and she felt like lingering.
For introspection, this place was hard to beat; though the void the sun screamed resentfully down, all the time, at the conscious part of Vyrm'n whenever she attempted to find time here. It was probably one of the reasons she never got into self-analysis much.
In contrast to those times, though, today the sun had lost its rage - its energies seemed to be diverted elsewhere. And all it had taken for Vyrm'n's day at the beach was to wake up from the dreams and find herself lying on the black shore.
Leaning forward to trail her fingers in the swirling water, Vyrm'n on a whim focussed upon one of the scraps of memory. In response, similar, connected fragments converged at her hands; vying for Vym'n's attention. Choosing some and discarding others, more and more thoughts approached and departed as their relevance increased and was subsequently reduced.
Eventually, Vyrm'n had assembled all the little pieces of information to formulate a full memory - the first day of her life. Scooping it up uncertainly, the handful of black water seemed to possess a certain cohesiveness the earlier handful did not. Uncertain what to do with it, she tossed it on the black sand, which swiftly drunk it up. From the wet splodges rose an entire scene, resplendent with all the little details Vyrm'n had taken the time to dredge up. Despite this, it wasn't perfect; that transferring of memories was still extremely fuzzy, plus the abstractions used by the sand to create a solid replication of Vyrm'n's viewpoint through it left a lot to be desired.
Eventually, the scene started to run out of details, grains of sand starting to fall off faces, sounds becoming less distinct. Eventually, it all dried out and crumbled at Vyrm'n's feet.
That done, Vyrm'n decided to try something else. Returning to the water, this time she dredged across time, looking for all the fragments pertaining to a particular subject. It took a bit of concentration to keep out the irrelevant elements, like the sounds and scene at the time, but eventually something cohesive assembled in her cupped hands.
Padding away from the silent shore, Vyrm'n tossed her arms out, the recollections sparkling darkly through the air in a graceful arc as they hit the coal-dust sand.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the sand began to twitch, and a figure lying face-down hauled himself up, studying his grey-black hands of pure sand with confusion. Eventually, he rose warily to his feet, and with an improbable click of a sand button lowered his helmet. The Urisian sensed the presence of Vyrm'n, and faster than Galus might have normally done pulled the rifle from his holster (all composed of the same black sand) and pointed it at Vyrm'n.
"State your name!" The woman replied without moving her mouth, instead the ocean behind her seem to rumble as her voice.
Vyrm'n. Galus shook his head, glaring, not believing her. He pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. It was a good parable for the importance of attention to detail - the rifle, composed of sand, had no working innards. Vyrm'n hadn't really seen the relevance of adding them to the memory.
I am Vyrm'n. This is the... manifestation. Of my... identity. She didn't seem to have a great idea, even in her own mind. Sand-Galus spent a few more fruitless moments trying to get his weapon to work, before discarding it.
"Fine... if you ARE Vyrm'n," and the tone of his voice made clear the fact he seriously doubted it- "Then explain where this is."
My memories, answered the ocean in Vyrm'n's stead. Normally, I would not linger long... but the sun is calm today. Vyrm'n kicked up the water, and smiled. Sand-Galus glanced up at the star in question. The black hole in the sky unnerved him; it reminded him more of the Faceless than anything else in this monochrome landscape.
"Then... what am I doing here?"
I have questions. About Luna.
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