Re: Grand Battle S3G1! (Round One: Vio Maleficat)
04-27-2011, 09:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
So the dinosaur's working against me as well. Should've figured.
Chaos was taking its time to leach into the smoky surrounds - concentrated underground as it was, trying to fatally harass the trio trapped down there – but Jetsam could feel the flow shifting.
The stupid little dinosaur didn't know what it was talking about. There was no balance – just sweet, mercurial Chaos crashing tirelessly against Unity's ramshackle defences. The Unity plant was primed for destruction, and Jetsam could only relish the prospect. Every present fibre of him screamed every minute the place persisted, burning a hole into the fabric of the true and right reality. Such high, baseless emotions would have normally clashed disconnected with Jetseam's deeper motives – the ones the likes of Tor would've attributed to his hal – but for once, it was all blissfully concordant.
Chaos would eviscerate these lackeys. The bastard, who'd sent them, might even get a laugh out of it – not that Jetsam minded. This counted as screwing over that arsehole's plans. Win-win for everyone.
Jetsam sighed deeply; the smoke tasted like anarchy. The crossbow-wrench and grappling-scythe still smouldered upon his Chaotic retinas, piercing the haze with a light that momentarily flashed white-hot. The man flinched. Right. The magician. The one Chaos couldn't kill without his help.
He slunk through the dispersing smoke, a satisfied smirk quirking his face as a party horn's squeal heralded a blizzard of confetti showering the room. The scythe was ignored; Jetsam knew things falling into place when he saw it. A well-timed purple mountain lion fell from the ceiling by TinTen, giving Jetsam the time he needed to skulk up to Jorgensaard and snatch up the spanner. Everyone in the room spun around as Jetsam's corpse-looted weapon glowed green, materialised a holographic industrial-looking longbow above it, then condensed all that energy and shot it into the floor with a roar and a ripple of outwardly-extending chaos that made everyone's hair stand on end.
Unisteel – a curious, malleable material with the ability to channel latent Unity or Chaos – was a dangerous substance in even the most capable hands of Unity. Jetsam's arm was currently dead from the shoulder down. What agents of Unity lack in raw power, Unisteel weaponry can amplify to take down the forces of Chaos.
It was probably never intended to find itself in the hands of Chaos itself. Jetsam grinned, only to have the smirk scorched off his face by Huebert. Scofflaw dragged a none-too-reluctant Kerak out of the room before Jetsam hit the ground.
The shapeshifter still managed weak, gurgling gasps despite missing the upper right portion of his torso. The semisolid black that was writhing out of the exposed regions in lieu of blood or innards kept the whole arrangement pretty tidy, though it was mostly Chaotically cosmetic. It was probably interchangeable with knitted viscera. Or frogs. Or something. Jetsam's good (as in, existing) eye meandered for a little bit before settling on Huebert with hatred – hatred at being killed, tempered somewhat by relief for the same. He felt a little sorry for Chaos having to deal with Murdoch, but that was probably this disintegrating body of his talking.
The magician. Chaos contorted itself, in pain and anger, around the fallen man, demanding their deal be upheld. Jetsam would've begged Chaos just leave him be, but didn't have the strength to protest. Or turn around and see the monstrous alligator that had loomed from the floor. TinTen's laser pistol did little to dissuade the Chaos monster, as it devoured Jetsam in one huge bite before turning its malicious gaze toward them.
“Likely not dead,” growled the Meipi, scrambling behind his companion to grab his grenade launcher. Huebert looked troubled at the prospect of something that could live to talk about being caught in the blast of his plasma-projector, but dutifully lined the alligator in his sights anyway.
So the dinosaur's working against me as well. Should've figured.
Chaos was taking its time to leach into the smoky surrounds - concentrated underground as it was, trying to fatally harass the trio trapped down there – but Jetsam could feel the flow shifting.
The stupid little dinosaur didn't know what it was talking about. There was no balance – just sweet, mercurial Chaos crashing tirelessly against Unity's ramshackle defences. The Unity plant was primed for destruction, and Jetsam could only relish the prospect. Every present fibre of him screamed every minute the place persisted, burning a hole into the fabric of the true and right reality. Such high, baseless emotions would have normally clashed disconnected with Jetseam's deeper motives – the ones the likes of Tor would've attributed to his hal – but for once, it was all blissfully concordant.
Chaos would eviscerate these lackeys. The bastard, who'd sent them, might even get a laugh out of it – not that Jetsam minded. This counted as screwing over that arsehole's plans. Win-win for everyone.
Jetsam sighed deeply; the smoke tasted like anarchy. The crossbow-wrench and grappling-scythe still smouldered upon his Chaotic retinas, piercing the haze with a light that momentarily flashed white-hot. The man flinched. Right. The magician. The one Chaos couldn't kill without his help.
He slunk through the dispersing smoke, a satisfied smirk quirking his face as a party horn's squeal heralded a blizzard of confetti showering the room. The scythe was ignored; Jetsam knew things falling into place when he saw it. A well-timed purple mountain lion fell from the ceiling by TinTen, giving Jetsam the time he needed to skulk up to Jorgensaard and snatch up the spanner. Everyone in the room spun around as Jetsam's corpse-looted weapon glowed green, materialised a holographic industrial-looking longbow above it, then condensed all that energy and shot it into the floor with a roar and a ripple of outwardly-extending chaos that made everyone's hair stand on end.
Unisteel – a curious, malleable material with the ability to channel latent Unity or Chaos – was a dangerous substance in even the most capable hands of Unity. Jetsam's arm was currently dead from the shoulder down. What agents of Unity lack in raw power, Unisteel weaponry can amplify to take down the forces of Chaos.
It was probably never intended to find itself in the hands of Chaos itself. Jetsam grinned, only to have the smirk scorched off his face by Huebert. Scofflaw dragged a none-too-reluctant Kerak out of the room before Jetsam hit the ground.
The shapeshifter still managed weak, gurgling gasps despite missing the upper right portion of his torso. The semisolid black that was writhing out of the exposed regions in lieu of blood or innards kept the whole arrangement pretty tidy, though it was mostly Chaotically cosmetic. It was probably interchangeable with knitted viscera. Or frogs. Or something. Jetsam's good (as in, existing) eye meandered for a little bit before settling on Huebert with hatred – hatred at being killed, tempered somewhat by relief for the same. He felt a little sorry for Chaos having to deal with Murdoch, but that was probably this disintegrating body of his talking.
The magician. Chaos contorted itself, in pain and anger, around the fallen man, demanding their deal be upheld. Jetsam would've begged Chaos just leave him be, but didn't have the strength to protest. Or turn around and see the monstrous alligator that had loomed from the floor. TinTen's laser pistol did little to dissuade the Chaos monster, as it devoured Jetsam in one huge bite before turning its malicious gaze toward them.
“Likely not dead,” growled the Meipi, scrambling behind his companion to grab his grenade launcher. Huebert looked troubled at the prospect of something that could live to talk about being caught in the blast of his plasma-projector, but dutifully lined the alligator in his sights anyway.
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