Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-16-2010, 05:53 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by bobthepen.
There were not enough props to break. A costume rack lay flung on the ground, the tacky clothing left in tatters. A pair of cardboard horses, heads crushed and crumpled from the mane up, had suffered one-too-many bashings against the wooden panels. An airborne spool table splintered against a cement wall, scattering broken shards along the spotlit floor. Unlike the convoluted corridors of the escherscape, the countless deathtraps of the amusement park, and the dual worlds of the labyrinth field, the distractions in the Auditorium were sparse.
Vrym'n whipped about, searching for another object whose destruction was inconsequential. She was no more than a few meters from Samuel's makeshift cell, and the grating cries of the Karmist did little to assist her attempts at self-diversion. Black claws ripped into a nearby curtain, thousands of threads snapping at the faceless' indecision.
You have lost yourself, Vyrm'n.
Vyrm'n froze. She had not heard this voice before, and yet she knew what it was. It was sound without song, consciousness without substance. It produced the same feeling in her as the voice in the Escherscape, but more focused and intelligible.
What are you?
Vyrm'n, the Voice responded, a tinge of sarcasm in its tone, I'm hurt. After eons together, you cannot recognize me? You truly are far gone.
Each word echoed through the Faceless. Every statement confirmed the fact that Vyrm'n knew could not exist.
I am your Void, Vyrm'n, and I want you back.
----
In the janitors closet, the incessant wailing of the Karmist rose to a climax, and then ceased.
There were not enough props to break. A costume rack lay flung on the ground, the tacky clothing left in tatters. A pair of cardboard horses, heads crushed and crumpled from the mane up, had suffered one-too-many bashings against the wooden panels. An airborne spool table splintered against a cement wall, scattering broken shards along the spotlit floor. Unlike the convoluted corridors of the escherscape, the countless deathtraps of the amusement park, and the dual worlds of the labyrinth field, the distractions in the Auditorium were sparse.
Vrym'n whipped about, searching for another object whose destruction was inconsequential. She was no more than a few meters from Samuel's makeshift cell, and the grating cries of the Karmist did little to assist her attempts at self-diversion. Black claws ripped into a nearby curtain, thousands of threads snapping at the faceless' indecision.
You have lost yourself, Vyrm'n.
Vyrm'n froze. She had not heard this voice before, and yet she knew what it was. It was sound without song, consciousness without substance. It produced the same feeling in her as the voice in the Escherscape, but more focused and intelligible.
What are you?
Vyrm'n, the Voice responded, a tinge of sarcasm in its tone, I'm hurt. After eons together, you cannot recognize me? You truly are far gone.
Each word echoed through the Faceless. Every statement confirmed the fact that Vyrm'n knew could not exist.
I am your Void, Vyrm'n, and I want you back.
----
In the janitors closet, the incessant wailing of the Karmist rose to a climax, and then ceased.