Re: The Fatal Conflict (GBS2G7) (Round 3: The Infinite Playground!)
07-26-2011, 12:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2023, 09:15 AM by Ixcaliber.
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Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
The alchemist was deposited atop a titanic metal structure which had been painted in bright primary colours. The top floor was roughly the dimensions of a house, with small metal structures shaped like little houses, scattered at random across the platform. The entire floor was circled with railings, though off to one side there was instead a bank of brightly coloured slides, and in one corner a spiral staircase that led down to the deeper layers of the climbing frame. Kaja was stood at the edge, peering cautiously over the railing. This structure was taller even than The Singularity's Tower, and it was not the tallest thing that he could see in this 'infinite playground'. Looking down he could see that the slides curved and coiled around the climbing frame, sometimes passing through the lower levels and out the other side. The structure appeared to be situated on the edge of a massive incongruous desert.
To someone not of modern times this arena was undoubtedly confusing, but no more so than any of the other places Zaire had taken them. To Kaja even the high-street had been something strange and unusual. He had stopped trying to understand the logic of these places when he had been dumped in a metal city filled with metal monsters. He had put aside all his confusion and focused upon the task, and despite having the best chance they were ever likely to get they had failed. Furthermore their failed attempt had caused Zaire to wise up and remove himself from the battlefield. This was troubling. On the one hand it had demonstrated that Zaire was far from immortal, but on the other he was no longer a viable target. Kaja was conflicted between giving up on their vendetta against the Redeemer in the hopes that simply fighting the other contestants would be a less perilous way to ensure his survival, or redoubling his efforts against him now that they had found a chink in his armour. He would need to evaluate this situation further; see if there was anything in this garishly coloured battlefield that could be used against their captor, or whether it would be advantageous to move the round along as soon as possible.
His train of thought was interrupted by a series of hushed whispers from behind him. He spun around to see a group of children dressed in ceremonial white gowns, their hair cut short, their eyes completely black, one of them was holding a small silver ball that was dented and scratched. As he looked at them their whispered conversation was shushed into silence and they gazed expectantly up at him. This was not a situation he was used to dealing with, before this battle he had barely spoken to anyone for the best part of a year, and talking to children required a special skillset that he had never really developed.
"What do you want?" He asked bluntly. There was a moment of hesitation from the group and then one unlucky kid with short blonde hair was shoved towards him.
"Are..." she muttered meekly. "Are you Mister Hand of Silver?"
The alchemist was deposited atop a titanic metal structure which had been painted in bright primary colours. The top floor was roughly the dimensions of a house, with small metal structures shaped like little houses, scattered at random across the platform. The entire floor was circled with railings, though off to one side there was instead a bank of brightly coloured slides, and in one corner a spiral staircase that led down to the deeper layers of the climbing frame. Kaja was stood at the edge, peering cautiously over the railing. This structure was taller even than The Singularity's Tower, and it was not the tallest thing that he could see in this 'infinite playground'. Looking down he could see that the slides curved and coiled around the climbing frame, sometimes passing through the lower levels and out the other side. The structure appeared to be situated on the edge of a massive incongruous desert.
To someone not of modern times this arena was undoubtedly confusing, but no more so than any of the other places Zaire had taken them. To Kaja even the high-street had been something strange and unusual. He had stopped trying to understand the logic of these places when he had been dumped in a metal city filled with metal monsters. He had put aside all his confusion and focused upon the task, and despite having the best chance they were ever likely to get they had failed. Furthermore their failed attempt had caused Zaire to wise up and remove himself from the battlefield. This was troubling. On the one hand it had demonstrated that Zaire was far from immortal, but on the other he was no longer a viable target. Kaja was conflicted between giving up on their vendetta against the Redeemer in the hopes that simply fighting the other contestants would be a less perilous way to ensure his survival, or redoubling his efforts against him now that they had found a chink in his armour. He would need to evaluate this situation further; see if there was anything in this garishly coloured battlefield that could be used against their captor, or whether it would be advantageous to move the round along as soon as possible.
His train of thought was interrupted by a series of hushed whispers from behind him. He spun around to see a group of children dressed in ceremonial white gowns, their hair cut short, their eyes completely black, one of them was holding a small silver ball that was dented and scratched. As he looked at them their whispered conversation was shushed into silence and they gazed expectantly up at him. This was not a situation he was used to dealing with, before this battle he had barely spoken to anyone for the best part of a year, and talking to children required a special skillset that he had never really developed.
"What do you want?" He asked bluntly. There was a moment of hesitation from the group and then one unlucky kid with short blonde hair was shoved towards him.
"Are..." she muttered meekly. "Are you Mister Hand of Silver?"
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