Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-14-2009, 01:27 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
After several moments of listening more specifically to this warped bastard medley of corridors and stairs and messed-up spatial planes, Vyrm'n reached a relatively satisfying conclusion, confirming its suspicions it had established upon waking up.
All the matter was normal and accounted for, with the notable exception of the laws of gravity. This, the Faceless deduced, worked by all basic planes posessing gravity perpendicular to their plane, tending away from the more traversable substance (in other words, going towards the more solid ground). Once that conclusion was reached, the rest was easy. All Vyrm'n had to do was shut out all the surfaces, except the one the shadow wished to travel towards, and then gravity would do its thing.
And ignore the stairs. If Vyrm'n had bothered to have a good think about it, the conclusion would've eventually been reached that these, too, had an arbitrary direction for gravity, but when your average room possessed six surfaces, tastefully arranged for all your gravity-disregarding needs with one for every conceivable direction required to travel, they weren't worth Vyrm'n's time.
The Faceless spent an enjoyable while oscillating back and forth in a corridor, picking one down, then the far opposite; in a strange way Vyrm'n found the mad swinging as its personal gravity succumbed to its own whim was rather fun.
At this point, the Sunset stepped through the doorway at a 90-degree angle just as Vyrm'n picked that end to be in charge of the general direction of down again. The Balancer was using the "conventional" wall as its gravitational basepoint, hence the awkward clamber through the entrance.
Vyrm'n couldn't help itself. It panicked at the sight of the metal suit spurting purple, and alternated rapidly between switching off the gravity, pulling for the perceived floor, pulling in all directions, making the Balancer the centre of gravity, before finally finding its proverbial feet and making a dash for the far opening in the corridor. The Sunset barked a command for the Faceless to halt, but the shadow wasted no time rushing through a series of doorways and corridors to escape the Balancer.
Several doorways and rushing through a hall that contained a bunch of size-warping suits of armour which always looked the same height, with disregard for perspective later, the Faceless felt safe enough to slow down a little. It still heard the Balancer's oddly familiar song echoing through the corridors, but it was nowhere near as fast or maneuverable through the warped gravity as Vyrm'n was, leading the Faceless to feel safe.
At this point, it burst upside-down through a door and emerged into a familiar corridor. The Sunset had only just reached the other end, but turned at the slam of a door collapsing under Vyrm'n's considerable momentum.
Neither being was capable of obvious emotional expression, but the fact they were both completely confused over what just happened was pretty darn obvious. Its thinking-space, with much to be desired, already spilling over with this realisation, Vyrm'n didn't have time to formulate an escape plan. Instead, its front (facing the Sunset) shivered, and Amethyst's words appeared in a silent, black-cast appeal to the Balancer.
The effect would've been that much more elegant if the words weren't an imprint of the original, a ragged mirror image.
After several moments of listening more specifically to this warped bastard medley of corridors and stairs and messed-up spatial planes, Vyrm'n reached a relatively satisfying conclusion, confirming its suspicions it had established upon waking up.
All the matter was normal and accounted for, with the notable exception of the laws of gravity. This, the Faceless deduced, worked by all basic planes posessing gravity perpendicular to their plane, tending away from the more traversable substance (in other words, going towards the more solid ground). Once that conclusion was reached, the rest was easy. All Vyrm'n had to do was shut out all the surfaces, except the one the shadow wished to travel towards, and then gravity would do its thing.
And ignore the stairs. If Vyrm'n had bothered to have a good think about it, the conclusion would've eventually been reached that these, too, had an arbitrary direction for gravity, but when your average room possessed six surfaces, tastefully arranged for all your gravity-disregarding needs with one for every conceivable direction required to travel, they weren't worth Vyrm'n's time.
The Faceless spent an enjoyable while oscillating back and forth in a corridor, picking one down, then the far opposite; in a strange way Vyrm'n found the mad swinging as its personal gravity succumbed to its own whim was rather fun.
At this point, the Sunset stepped through the doorway at a 90-degree angle just as Vyrm'n picked that end to be in charge of the general direction of down again. The Balancer was using the "conventional" wall as its gravitational basepoint, hence the awkward clamber through the entrance.
Vyrm'n couldn't help itself. It panicked at the sight of the metal suit spurting purple, and alternated rapidly between switching off the gravity, pulling for the perceived floor, pulling in all directions, making the Balancer the centre of gravity, before finally finding its proverbial feet and making a dash for the far opening in the corridor. The Sunset barked a command for the Faceless to halt, but the shadow wasted no time rushing through a series of doorways and corridors to escape the Balancer.
Several doorways and rushing through a hall that contained a bunch of size-warping suits of armour which always looked the same height, with disregard for perspective later, the Faceless felt safe enough to slow down a little. It still heard the Balancer's oddly familiar song echoing through the corridors, but it was nowhere near as fast or maneuverable through the warped gravity as Vyrm'n was, leading the Faceless to feel safe.
At this point, it burst upside-down through a door and emerged into a familiar corridor. The Sunset had only just reached the other end, but turned at the slam of a door collapsing under Vyrm'n's considerable momentum.
Neither being was capable of obvious emotional expression, but the fact they were both completely confused over what just happened was pretty darn obvious. Its thinking-space, with much to be desired, already spilling over with this realisation, Vyrm'n didn't have time to formulate an escape plan. Instead, its front (facing the Sunset) shivered, and Amethyst's words appeared in a silent, black-cast appeal to the Balancer.
The effect would've been that much more elegant if the words weren't an imprint of the original, a ragged mirror image.
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