Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-15-2009, 05:16 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n mulled it over. It was evident the Sunset was trying to reconnoitre with the messenger - yet the Faceless still remembered Gestalt's thoughts on trying to break out of the game while the players were so vastly powerful in comparison to them, who were mere tokens.
The shadow pulsed momentarily, dislodging the words from its front as it searched for a writing implement. Finding only bits of detritus, it slowly and non-confrontationally reached for the Sunset, wavering as it waited for a response - aggressive or otherwise.
The Faceless' pseudopod meandered uncertainly over the metal hulk, looking for a mental link. With a twitch from the Balancer, Vyrm'n found a crackling band of purple and laid a star-studded paw upon it.
Why are you so... desperate to best the Observer? Vyrm'n's thoughts were exceedingly careful. The cautiousness which permeated them bemused the Sunset - and yet, it seemed distracted, the muddled thoughts crackling in the background of their connection. Surely you realise he will not let us escape and challenge him... unless it suits his purpose for us to entertain him.
You are strong. You could win this fight. You could destroy the golem, Galus, M- those two would progress us further through this battle; towards whatever conclusion the Observer hopes to reach in this fight.
This plane, more so than others... it possesses layers of reality that put that first field to shame. Amethyst's words reappeared upon the Faceless' black countenance, as though it was running over them in its head.
Even if we were to seek out the writer of this note, how would we ever find them?
Vyrm'n mulled it over. It was evident the Sunset was trying to reconnoitre with the messenger - yet the Faceless still remembered Gestalt's thoughts on trying to break out of the game while the players were so vastly powerful in comparison to them, who were mere tokens.
The shadow pulsed momentarily, dislodging the words from its front as it searched for a writing implement. Finding only bits of detritus, it slowly and non-confrontationally reached for the Sunset, wavering as it waited for a response - aggressive or otherwise.
The Faceless' pseudopod meandered uncertainly over the metal hulk, looking for a mental link. With a twitch from the Balancer, Vyrm'n found a crackling band of purple and laid a star-studded paw upon it.
Why are you so... desperate to best the Observer? Vyrm'n's thoughts were exceedingly careful. The cautiousness which permeated them bemused the Sunset - and yet, it seemed distracted, the muddled thoughts crackling in the background of their connection. Surely you realise he will not let us escape and challenge him... unless it suits his purpose for us to entertain him.
You are strong. You could win this fight. You could destroy the golem, Galus, M- those two would progress us further through this battle; towards whatever conclusion the Observer hopes to reach in this fight.
This plane, more so than others... it possesses layers of reality that put that first field to shame. Amethyst's words reappeared upon the Faceless' black countenance, as though it was running over them in its head.
Even if we were to seek out the writer of this note, how would we ever find them?
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