Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-18-2010, 11:38 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
The stars drifted onward, oblivious to the ripples that had been cast beneath the surface. Vyrm'n's mind raced as she frantically processed this information. The voice did not respond as it watched the shadow's thoughts turn over, until Vyrm'n finally replied, in a cautiously deduced tone.
Liar.
The remorselessness manifest found this proclamation amusing, but didn't ask for proof. It had already seen what logic Vyrm'n had employed to reach this conclusion - and besides, she was right. The Faceless was even stiller than usual; tensed, almost; as though she feared the monster would strike at the slightest perceived provocation. A query flickered from one darkness to the next, the voice considering its answer for a moment. It could tell Vyrm'n would be mistrustful no matter what it said, so it sufficed with a joke.
I'm your conscience, then. An unseen grin tainted the voice. The vestiges of Vyrm made the Faceless want to rub her non-existent temples; frankly, between Maxwell, Samuel, and this whole battle, she didn't want to think about anything else. Ever. Consciousness flicking distastefully towards the rent curtain fibres drifting through the air, the shadow slid over to beside the closet door, where the new-found silence was something of a comfort.
You don't want to go in there.
You don't want me to go in there. Vyrm'n spat this uncharacteristically perceptive remark in acid tones, but did not reach for the door. Instead, her focus shifted perceptibly away, and the Faceless stood in its externally uninteresting equivalent of a sulky hunch.
Conscience- the voice had no idea whether the shadow was being humoured by a generally humourless creature, or whether the Faceless had bought the story. Either way, she sounded distinctly resigned. Did he send you- a rapid riffle through Vyrm'n's thinking, then double-checking a reference to something the insidious entity had not been previously aware of. The Faceless didn't even let the voice respond; the swiftly curtailed foray of its curious tendrils confirmed the Researcher was not behind this. Enough thought sloshed through, thanks to the rhythmical ebb and flow of pain that was The Sunset's mark upon the seemingly impermeable beast. The voice considered what it saw, then finally replied snidely:
Would it be easier if he did?
The stars drifted onward, oblivious to the ripples that had been cast beneath the surface. Vyrm'n's mind raced as she frantically processed this information. The voice did not respond as it watched the shadow's thoughts turn over, until Vyrm'n finally replied, in a cautiously deduced tone.
Liar.
The remorselessness manifest found this proclamation amusing, but didn't ask for proof. It had already seen what logic Vyrm'n had employed to reach this conclusion - and besides, she was right. The Faceless was even stiller than usual; tensed, almost; as though she feared the monster would strike at the slightest perceived provocation. A query flickered from one darkness to the next, the voice considering its answer for a moment. It could tell Vyrm'n would be mistrustful no matter what it said, so it sufficed with a joke.
I'm your conscience, then. An unseen grin tainted the voice. The vestiges of Vyrm made the Faceless want to rub her non-existent temples; frankly, between Maxwell, Samuel, and this whole battle, she didn't want to think about anything else. Ever. Consciousness flicking distastefully towards the rent curtain fibres drifting through the air, the shadow slid over to beside the closet door, where the new-found silence was something of a comfort.
You don't want to go in there.
You don't want me to go in there. Vyrm'n spat this uncharacteristically perceptive remark in acid tones, but did not reach for the door. Instead, her focus shifted perceptibly away, and the Faceless stood in its externally uninteresting equivalent of a sulky hunch.
Conscience- the voice had no idea whether the shadow was being humoured by a generally humourless creature, or whether the Faceless had bought the story. Either way, she sounded distinctly resigned. Did he send you- a rapid riffle through Vyrm'n's thinking, then double-checking a reference to something the insidious entity had not been previously aware of. The Faceless didn't even let the voice respond; the swiftly curtailed foray of its curious tendrils confirmed the Researcher was not behind this. Enough thought sloshed through, thanks to the rhythmical ebb and flow of pain that was The Sunset's mark upon the seemingly impermeable beast. The voice considered what it saw, then finally replied snidely:
Would it be easier if he did?
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