Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
11-21-2009, 02:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The marionette jerkily lead Samuel back to where it had left the boxes; lead of course only in the sense that it was in front: Samuel knew exactly where they were now.
The golem was apparently having more trouble adjusting to the new situation than the karmist was. Its movements were odd, and Samuel could feel something akin to worry throbbing through the golem's being.
"Wizard, this is... very unfamiliar. Very uncomfortable. Life is... complicated."
Samuel said and thought nothing as the puppet folded itself into a box and the lid slid shut.
"As you know by now, I learn by doing. Experimentation. Examining reactions and motive forces. I need to understand this power."
"Are you saying...?"
"Yes. It is time to confront another contestant."
Without waiting for the unnecessary reply, the boxes sped down a corridor, sliding through the world's unusual gravity as though they didn't even notice it; Samuel shrugged worked Gestalt's magic on his shoes, crossing his arms and grinning. The karmist prided himself on his imposing bearing and stance, but he'd never been able to be so literally described as gliding before.
Both minds tasted the ether, the intoxicating scent of an impending death guiding them towards their mark. As they approached, they teased apart the various unique deaths, selecting their victim. There were two groups of contestants near each other; the newly-bound pair had hoped to corner a single straggler, but it seemed they'd have to settle for the next-best thing.
Maxwell and Galus were becoming ever closer, and Samuel could feel a sort of... hunger from his partner. There was a simplicity to the feel of a sword, to the karmist; it was made to kill, and do it efficiently. It had the psychic flavor you'd expect a tool like that to have. Samuel was getting impressions of something like that from the mind of the golem, but somehow twisted. There would be time to decipher that later, though; as it was, Gestalt was nearing its intended victims.
The marionette jerkily lead Samuel back to where it had left the boxes; lead of course only in the sense that it was in front: Samuel knew exactly where they were now.
The golem was apparently having more trouble adjusting to the new situation than the karmist was. Its movements were odd, and Samuel could feel something akin to worry throbbing through the golem's being.
"Wizard, this is... very unfamiliar. Very uncomfortable. Life is... complicated."
Samuel said and thought nothing as the puppet folded itself into a box and the lid slid shut.
"As you know by now, I learn by doing. Experimentation. Examining reactions and motive forces. I need to understand this power."
"Are you saying...?"
"Yes. It is time to confront another contestant."
Without waiting for the unnecessary reply, the boxes sped down a corridor, sliding through the world's unusual gravity as though they didn't even notice it; Samuel shrugged worked Gestalt's magic on his shoes, crossing his arms and grinning. The karmist prided himself on his imposing bearing and stance, but he'd never been able to be so literally described as gliding before.
Both minds tasted the ether, the intoxicating scent of an impending death guiding them towards their mark. As they approached, they teased apart the various unique deaths, selecting their victim. There were two groups of contestants near each other; the newly-bound pair had hoped to corner a single straggler, but it seemed they'd have to settle for the next-best thing.
Maxwell and Galus were becoming ever closer, and Samuel could feel a sort of... hunger from his partner. There was a simplicity to the feel of a sword, to the karmist; it was made to kill, and do it efficiently. It had the psychic flavor you'd expect a tool like that to have. Samuel was getting impressions of something like that from the mind of the golem, but somehow twisted. There would be time to decipher that later, though; as it was, Gestalt was nearing its intended victims.