Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 3: Escheresque!]
01-28-2010, 09:47 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
While Samuel drifted into the Ouroborean world's most twisted hub, Vyrm'n zipped out of it at breakneck speeds round the corners as it reverted to its one-eyed view on gravity. Around it, the Faceless sensed the echoes of a world shifting. Concluding it could only be the other battle's round concluding, Vyrm'n figured the Sunset would be thoroughly infuriated by this. Still, if anyone, he seemed the type capable to tear a hole of escape through the cage. In a detached sort of way, it hoped the Balancer was succeeding.
Galus didn't bother to try afford himself a better view to ascertain why Karmist, Schrotgolem, and Faceless had ceased the fight, but did see Vyrm'n streak off a short while after, heading off presumably to find Maxwell. The Urisian moved away from that window, and then looked out another. This time, he got his shoulders through before kicking away with his feet; down now aligned with Galus' posture. Where he had been standing in a corridor, now he was clambering out of a window which fell into a deep, square pit. A transition as awkward as ever, but from this cliff he had been traversing earlier before encountering Maxwell, the marine was offered a decent view of some strange phenomena occuring between him and the fountain.
Perhaps some poor syntax in the laws of this plane, left unchecked by the Observer in the haste to mash his battle's dimension with the Director's, had manifested at this interface and left the proceedings at the fountain unobservable from the exterior. As the troublesome other dimension was spirited away, though, this glitch no longer occurred; and Galus could hear, quite easily, Dorukomet's screams over the fountain. Sight restored with the sound, the Urisian's body tensed in alertness as the Sunset's hulking, metal form appeared in the courtyard, along with an armoured, glowing spectre who was the source of the thoroughly audible wailing.
Orange eyes assessed the situation. First and foremost, Galus noted the Sunset's arm was lit in a blaze of energised violet; followed by a quick sweep to note there was no cover along the cliff, short of jumping down into a window. Taking a few cautious paces backwards, the marine's heel nudged against a windowsill - rather out of place embedded in a horizontal stone cliff, but Galus was not going to quibble as he jumped in.
He had been prepared for gravity to warp as he crossed the boundary, but a full 180 degrees? Galus took a sharp breath as the world spun upside down, and the window suddenly became a dizzying fall into endless sky. One look in there was enough for his brain to demand an immediate shift over to the corner, as far from that vertigo-inducing plummet as possible.
Now an impractical distance above him, a doorknob clicked. Debating how pointless it would be to draw his gun, before unholstering it anyway, Galus watched the liquid slurry flow of Vyrm'n enter the room. It was always hard to tell with the Faceless, but it didn't seem too surprised to see him. Actually, it may've known he was there, hence opening the door slowly to avoid a firefight. Galus wondered if Maxwell's ramblings were getting to him; was it worth spending so much time justifying the actions of such a violent creature?
Vyrm'n deliberated for a moment, before selecting a wall perpendicular to Galus' floor to rest on. The pair stood off for a few moments, Galus uncertain, Vyrm'n phlegmatic; until a crackling surge of energy made both stiffen, the Urisian turning to the cliff-window from which the sound had come, the Faceless seizing upon his distraction to lash out with a slender, black tendril.
Galus froze as he felt the link on his cheek. He knew what would happen next, and lowered his gun a little. The shadow revealed nothing until certain he would not retaliate, then the floodgates were opened. Firstly and succinctly the main query, forefront on the Faceless' mind, led the charge into Galus' mind. Maxwell.
"He's nearby."
The fountain what's going on- there was a certain inflection to the second question, Maxwell still persisting in the Faceless' thoughts even as it concentrated on the matter at hand. Luna had had a habit of doing that too.
"I doubt it. I couldn't see anything for a while, but... last I saw, there was only the Sunset and, well, something else."
The Faceless thought nothing audibly for a moment; its link even drifted away from the Urisian as it listened to the world. It reached out again after spotting Dorukomets, but Galus pre-emptively swatted it away with a gloved hand. Before the shadow could react, there was a snap of releasing buckles and Galus took one of his gloves off; proffering his exposed hand to Vyrm'n.
While Samuel drifted into the Ouroborean world's most twisted hub, Vyrm'n zipped out of it at breakneck speeds round the corners as it reverted to its one-eyed view on gravity. Around it, the Faceless sensed the echoes of a world shifting. Concluding it could only be the other battle's round concluding, Vyrm'n figured the Sunset would be thoroughly infuriated by this. Still, if anyone, he seemed the type capable to tear a hole of escape through the cage. In a detached sort of way, it hoped the Balancer was succeeding.
Galus didn't bother to try afford himself a better view to ascertain why Karmist, Schrotgolem, and Faceless had ceased the fight, but did see Vyrm'n streak off a short while after, heading off presumably to find Maxwell. The Urisian moved away from that window, and then looked out another. This time, he got his shoulders through before kicking away with his feet; down now aligned with Galus' posture. Where he had been standing in a corridor, now he was clambering out of a window which fell into a deep, square pit. A transition as awkward as ever, but from this cliff he had been traversing earlier before encountering Maxwell, the marine was offered a decent view of some strange phenomena occuring between him and the fountain.
Perhaps some poor syntax in the laws of this plane, left unchecked by the Observer in the haste to mash his battle's dimension with the Director's, had manifested at this interface and left the proceedings at the fountain unobservable from the exterior. As the troublesome other dimension was spirited away, though, this glitch no longer occurred; and Galus could hear, quite easily, Dorukomet's screams over the fountain. Sight restored with the sound, the Urisian's body tensed in alertness as the Sunset's hulking, metal form appeared in the courtyard, along with an armoured, glowing spectre who was the source of the thoroughly audible wailing.
Orange eyes assessed the situation. First and foremost, Galus noted the Sunset's arm was lit in a blaze of energised violet; followed by a quick sweep to note there was no cover along the cliff, short of jumping down into a window. Taking a few cautious paces backwards, the marine's heel nudged against a windowsill - rather out of place embedded in a horizontal stone cliff, but Galus was not going to quibble as he jumped in.
He had been prepared for gravity to warp as he crossed the boundary, but a full 180 degrees? Galus took a sharp breath as the world spun upside down, and the window suddenly became a dizzying fall into endless sky. One look in there was enough for his brain to demand an immediate shift over to the corner, as far from that vertigo-inducing plummet as possible.
Now an impractical distance above him, a doorknob clicked. Debating how pointless it would be to draw his gun, before unholstering it anyway, Galus watched the liquid slurry flow of Vyrm'n enter the room. It was always hard to tell with the Faceless, but it didn't seem too surprised to see him. Actually, it may've known he was there, hence opening the door slowly to avoid a firefight. Galus wondered if Maxwell's ramblings were getting to him; was it worth spending so much time justifying the actions of such a violent creature?
Vyrm'n deliberated for a moment, before selecting a wall perpendicular to Galus' floor to rest on. The pair stood off for a few moments, Galus uncertain, Vyrm'n phlegmatic; until a crackling surge of energy made both stiffen, the Urisian turning to the cliff-window from which the sound had come, the Faceless seizing upon his distraction to lash out with a slender, black tendril.
Galus froze as he felt the link on his cheek. He knew what would happen next, and lowered his gun a little. The shadow revealed nothing until certain he would not retaliate, then the floodgates were opened. Firstly and succinctly the main query, forefront on the Faceless' mind, led the charge into Galus' mind. Maxwell.
"He's nearby."
The fountain what's going on- there was a certain inflection to the second question, Maxwell still persisting in the Faceless' thoughts even as it concentrated on the matter at hand. Luna had had a habit of doing that too.
"I doubt it. I couldn't see anything for a while, but... last I saw, there was only the Sunset and, well, something else."
The Faceless thought nothing audibly for a moment; its link even drifted away from the Urisian as it listened to the world. It reached out again after spotting Dorukomets, but Galus pre-emptively swatted it away with a gloved hand. Before the shadow could react, there was a snap of releasing buckles and Galus took one of his gloves off; proffering his exposed hand to Vyrm'n.
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