Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-10-2009, 11:19 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Samuel stalked after the marionette, never quite able to catch up to it. Clearly the thing had much less problem dealing with the abnormalities of this world than he did. He was getting close when the marionette turned a corner; Samuel sighed and sped up, determined not to let it get out of his sight. He took the corner at a jog and bit his lip when he saw an empty corridor stretching away in front of him. There didn't even seem to be anywhere for the marionette to have gone, but it was conspicuously absent.
The karmist had enough self-control not to jump out of his skin when a small wooden hand tapped his shoulder, but only just. He looked up to see a pair of empty, lacquered eyes staring at him from the ceiling.
"One day you're going to have a normal, civil conversation with me without being deliberately bizarre."
A pencil appeared from the folds of the puppet's clothes and lazily trailed across the wall and ceiling:
and one day the universe will succumb to heatdeath and matter will cease to be
Samuel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gestalt was enjoying this. He knew it. The karmist had had just about enough of being toyed with.
what do you need wizard
Samuel stalked after the marionette, never quite able to catch up to it. Clearly the thing had much less problem dealing with the abnormalities of this world than he did. He was getting close when the marionette turned a corner; Samuel sighed and sped up, determined not to let it get out of his sight. He took the corner at a jog and bit his lip when he saw an empty corridor stretching away in front of him. There didn't even seem to be anywhere for the marionette to have gone, but it was conspicuously absent.
The karmist had enough self-control not to jump out of his skin when a small wooden hand tapped his shoulder, but only just. He looked up to see a pair of empty, lacquered eyes staring at him from the ceiling.
"One day you're going to have a normal, civil conversation with me without being deliberately bizarre."
A pencil appeared from the folds of the puppet's clothes and lazily trailed across the wall and ceiling:
and one day the universe will succumb to heatdeath and matter will cease to be
Samuel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gestalt was enjoying this. He knew it. The karmist had had just about enough of being toyed with.
what do you need wizard