Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
09-03-2012, 05:08 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by ThunderJolt.
"...You really wanna try that?" Axys said flatly. Ironjaw had been slightly careless - he forgot that Axys could still move his tail. "You think you're faster than me?" he shouted as he knocked the plasma rifle out of Ironjaw's hand with the tail-hand, and then proceeded to grasp Ironjaw by his thick shark-skinned neck in an instant. "Me, team up with you?" he said, pulling up a struggling Ironjaw just inches away from his face. "Not a fucking chance."
He bashed Ironjaw across a set of boxes and into some shelves, but didn't ease up his grip. Then he held Ironjaw up for a moment. In that moment, Ironjaw could see that the look in his eyes had changed.
Axys was puzzled for a moment. Had he really just met someone who'd been through a similar ordeal? Someone who understood how he felt? Someone who... maybe... wait... no, what was he thinking? No one could understand... The only memories he had were memories of the time he had been locked up in the lab and all the experiments and scientists, and then memories of life after escaping the lab, which, arguably weren't much better. Everything before winding up in the lab was a complete blank to him. Ironjaw wouldn't know how that felt; he had all of the memories in his mind, both good and bad. Axys knew only the bad. And the attempts to remember, to bring forward the long lost memories while also attempting to forget the horrible experiences only served to perpetuate the anger he felt and...
That... that doesn't matter. Ironjaw will die, just like the rest of them.
And then Axys's eyes returned to normal.
[color=#P1914]"I think you're making quite a big mistake here, don't you understand how beneficial an alliance would be-"[/color]
"Shut UP!" Axys shouted, angling a blade along Ironjaw's neck.
[color=#P1914]"Hold on now, just wait a minute," Ironjaw said. He briefly considered how he was going to get himself out of this mess. He was a clever, sneaky guy, it shouldn't be hard to find a way out... "Listen, perhaps-" he cringed a little and coughed as Axys tightened his grip, "-perhaps you can... just team up temporarily with me... I've got a bit of a problem with a giant mass of gears who really wants me dead-"[/color]
Axys stopped for a second. That stupid mechanical demon that had come after him and tried to kill him - with candles, no less... He was still kind of afraid of that thing, but he didn't want Ironjaw to know that. He didn't let his expression falter. He kept wearing a smug 'I'm-better-than-you' look. "Oh? Why the hell should I care about that?"
[color=#P1914]"But that damn thing, it-"[/color]
"Don't care, there's still no way I'm teaming up with you. You're weak and careless, and really, I should just kill you now."
[color=#P1914]"Weak? Pfffhaha, would I be in a competition like this if I were weak? You're underestimatin' me," Ironjaw said. He realized he should have just thought of doing this sooner. He had a giant mouth full of perfectly sharp teeth, and it was time to put them to use. He considered biting the tail with the hand that was currently holding him up, but that would be difficult and rather awkward. So he took a riskier move, and suddenly chomped down on the death-blade that Axys had been holding to his neck. [/color]
"What the hell are you doing?!" Axys yelled, trying to pry his dagger of an arm from the beast's mouth. He lost his grip on Ironjaw and was forced to let go.
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw tossed him aside. He scrambled to grab his rifle, and dove to the ground to retrieve it. He quickly fired a few shots at Axys, who rolled out of the way. The blasts blew crates apart and Axys was showered with wooden splinters and other debris. Axys leaped onto the top shelf of a nearby set of storage racks. Ironjaw quickly aimed toward the shelf and took another shot at him and missed again. The shot sped off toward the ceiling. The ensuing blast from the impact with the surface, as impressive as it was, didn't completely vaporize the ceiling. It was left cracked and charred, interestingly. One might notice it appeared to be heavily reinforced, which might make one wonder exactly what was up there.
"Hey mate, you can't run forever."[/color]
Axys sprung up behind Ironjaw. He barely had time to move out of the way as Ironjaw whirled around and fired again. He was so close that he could feel the heat from the weapon firing. But just as quickly, Axys managed to grab hold of Ironjaw again, and sent him flying into even more crates. He landed between a few sets of shelves. Axys was approaching. This was it. Ironjaw was defenseless. It was time for the finishing move. He stood towering over Ironjaw, blades raised. This was it, Ironjaw thought, it would all be over here. Ironjaw would die, wouldn't he?
...wouldn't he?
What was going on... Axys found himself... hesitating? But... why? This had never happened before. He just... couldn't bring himself to do it. He took a step back.
[color=#P1914]"What are you waitin' for mate?" Ironjaw said.[/color]
Axys growled in frustration. Why couldn't he do this? Instead, he cleanly slashed the shelves out of anger, and retreated. The shelves were left to come crashing down on Ironjaw, who wasn't really pleased to find out that a bunch of boxes from the shelves had spilled those little rubber balls on him.
--
Eriz and the others continued their search for fresh mechanical parts to replace the Warden's damaged sections. They thought it would be easy enough to find parts as simple as gears and whatnot in a place like this, but it turned out that it wasn't. Everything was useless junk - some boxes of rubber bands, chipped glass mugs, children's board games, rusted gardening tools, and lots of socks, Eriz noted. Or perhaps it was just because Schuster wasn't particularly interested in repairing a demon, and lied about the contents of certain boxes to avoid actually finding usable parts.
As they neared one of the walls, another hole began to open up, which lead to yet another storage room. This one felt different from the last.
Schuster seemed interested in taking a look, despite what he had stumbled upon in the other room. When Schuster inquired as to whether or not Eriz would like to accompany him again, Eriz stomped her foot down and shook her head, "No no no nonono." She preferred not to come across any more dead bodies, or parts thereof, thank you very much.
"Suit yourself then," Schuster called back as he headed off into the room.
Not only did it feel different in this room, but it clearly looked different. It was a little more organized than the other rooms he had seen so far. And the color - a glassy blue tint covered the walls, ceiling and floor. And most noticeable of all, the room was full of instruments.
"...You really wanna try that?" Axys said flatly. Ironjaw had been slightly careless - he forgot that Axys could still move his tail. "You think you're faster than me?" he shouted as he knocked the plasma rifle out of Ironjaw's hand with the tail-hand, and then proceeded to grasp Ironjaw by his thick shark-skinned neck in an instant. "Me, team up with you?" he said, pulling up a struggling Ironjaw just inches away from his face. "Not a fucking chance."
He bashed Ironjaw across a set of boxes and into some shelves, but didn't ease up his grip. Then he held Ironjaw up for a moment. In that moment, Ironjaw could see that the look in his eyes had changed.
Axys was puzzled for a moment. Had he really just met someone who'd been through a similar ordeal? Someone who understood how he felt? Someone who... maybe... wait... no, what was he thinking? No one could understand... The only memories he had were memories of the time he had been locked up in the lab and all the experiments and scientists, and then memories of life after escaping the lab, which, arguably weren't much better. Everything before winding up in the lab was a complete blank to him. Ironjaw wouldn't know how that felt; he had all of the memories in his mind, both good and bad. Axys knew only the bad. And the attempts to remember, to bring forward the long lost memories while also attempting to forget the horrible experiences only served to perpetuate the anger he felt and...
That... that doesn't matter. Ironjaw will die, just like the rest of them.
And then Axys's eyes returned to normal.
[color=#P1914]"I think you're making quite a big mistake here, don't you understand how beneficial an alliance would be-"[/color]
"Shut UP!" Axys shouted, angling a blade along Ironjaw's neck.
[color=#P1914]"Hold on now, just wait a minute," Ironjaw said. He briefly considered how he was going to get himself out of this mess. He was a clever, sneaky guy, it shouldn't be hard to find a way out... "Listen, perhaps-" he cringed a little and coughed as Axys tightened his grip, "-perhaps you can... just team up temporarily with me... I've got a bit of a problem with a giant mass of gears who really wants me dead-"[/color]
Axys stopped for a second. That stupid mechanical demon that had come after him and tried to kill him - with candles, no less... He was still kind of afraid of that thing, but he didn't want Ironjaw to know that. He didn't let his expression falter. He kept wearing a smug 'I'm-better-than-you' look. "Oh? Why the hell should I care about that?"
[color=#P1914]"But that damn thing, it-"[/color]
"Don't care, there's still no way I'm teaming up with you. You're weak and careless, and really, I should just kill you now."
[color=#P1914]"Weak? Pfffhaha, would I be in a competition like this if I were weak? You're underestimatin' me," Ironjaw said. He realized he should have just thought of doing this sooner. He had a giant mouth full of perfectly sharp teeth, and it was time to put them to use. He considered biting the tail with the hand that was currently holding him up, but that would be difficult and rather awkward. So he took a riskier move, and suddenly chomped down on the death-blade that Axys had been holding to his neck. [/color]
"What the hell are you doing?!" Axys yelled, trying to pry his dagger of an arm from the beast's mouth. He lost his grip on Ironjaw and was forced to let go.
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw tossed him aside. He scrambled to grab his rifle, and dove to the ground to retrieve it. He quickly fired a few shots at Axys, who rolled out of the way. The blasts blew crates apart and Axys was showered with wooden splinters and other debris. Axys leaped onto the top shelf of a nearby set of storage racks. Ironjaw quickly aimed toward the shelf and took another shot at him and missed again. The shot sped off toward the ceiling. The ensuing blast from the impact with the surface, as impressive as it was, didn't completely vaporize the ceiling. It was left cracked and charred, interestingly. One might notice it appeared to be heavily reinforced, which might make one wonder exactly what was up there.
"Hey mate, you can't run forever."[/color]
Axys sprung up behind Ironjaw. He barely had time to move out of the way as Ironjaw whirled around and fired again. He was so close that he could feel the heat from the weapon firing. But just as quickly, Axys managed to grab hold of Ironjaw again, and sent him flying into even more crates. He landed between a few sets of shelves. Axys was approaching. This was it. Ironjaw was defenseless. It was time for the finishing move. He stood towering over Ironjaw, blades raised. This was it, Ironjaw thought, it would all be over here. Ironjaw would die, wouldn't he?
...wouldn't he?
What was going on... Axys found himself... hesitating? But... why? This had never happened before. He just... couldn't bring himself to do it. He took a step back.
[color=#P1914]"What are you waitin' for mate?" Ironjaw said.[/color]
Axys growled in frustration. Why couldn't he do this? Instead, he cleanly slashed the shelves out of anger, and retreated. The shelves were left to come crashing down on Ironjaw, who wasn't really pleased to find out that a bunch of boxes from the shelves had spilled those little rubber balls on him.
--
Eriz and the others continued their search for fresh mechanical parts to replace the Warden's damaged sections. They thought it would be easy enough to find parts as simple as gears and whatnot in a place like this, but it turned out that it wasn't. Everything was useless junk - some boxes of rubber bands, chipped glass mugs, children's board games, rusted gardening tools, and lots of socks, Eriz noted. Or perhaps it was just because Schuster wasn't particularly interested in repairing a demon, and lied about the contents of certain boxes to avoid actually finding usable parts.
As they neared one of the walls, another hole began to open up, which lead to yet another storage room. This one felt different from the last.
Schuster seemed interested in taking a look, despite what he had stumbled upon in the other room. When Schuster inquired as to whether or not Eriz would like to accompany him again, Eriz stomped her foot down and shook her head, "No no no nonono." She preferred not to come across any more dead bodies, or parts thereof, thank you very much.
"Suit yourself then," Schuster called back as he headed off into the room.
Not only did it feel different in this room, but it clearly looked different. It was a little more organized than the other rooms he had seen so far. And the color - a glassy blue tint covered the walls, ceiling and floor. And most noticeable of all, the room was full of instruments.