Re: The Fatal Conflict (GBS2G7) (Round 3: The Infinite Playground!)
01-26-2012, 03:08 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Simphonia pinwheeled lazily about in space.
The perils of space didn’t really have much effect on ghosts. Many things didn’t apply to ghosts, of course, but it is good to know that space is one of the things that definitely doesn’t have an effect on ghosts, which was why Simphonia could move about in space rather comfortably.
Carol couldn’t, though. Most of what Carol could do while in space involved space-dying, especially since she didn’t have proper space equipment on that would have allowed her to not die in space.
This was the first mature mind she had had access to in years. There were intruders, but somehow they were dead and intruding at the same time, which was always off-putting in a meal. This one was alive and an adult and Simphonia wanted to feast on her sanity very much.
Though she honestly had no idea how to eat sanity, but she really, really wanted to.
But Carol was dying and Simphonia also had no idea how to keep people alive in space. Ghosts tended not to have that ability. So she swarmed around the body as the soul eventually left, which was too bad because Simphonia was relatively certain that the soul was where sanity was, not in the body because humans weren’t like sanity-filled oysters.
Where was this metaphor going?
What in the world is a metaphor?
The spirit was going down in an unusually fast and purposeful trajectory, and Simphonia couldn’t help but be detachedly curious. It was unusual behavior for the recently deceased. She should know, being a spirit-possessed-by-weird-sanity-eating-god-thing herself. The recently dead tended to be more confused than purposeful. Simphonia was pretty much like that up ‘til now, after all.
She shot downwards, following the spirit. The two of them fell back to the planet faster than a comet. Simphonia started to slow as they neared the surface, having no intention of accidentally finding herself in the core of the planet, but Carol’s spirit kept going, faster and faster, until it seemed it was going to collide with a child. But instead, it seemed to disappear, unnoticed.
Simphonia slowly descended until she was right next to the black-eyed kid. He was still picking at the black object he held in his hand, rather ignorant of anything else around him in the way children sometimes were. She nudged him slightly to get his attention and he finally looked up at her.
“Who’re you?” he said, wiping his nose on his arm.
She simply floated there, silent.
“D’you want this too?” asked the boy, waving the black box around. “Y’can’t have it, ‘cause I found it, so it’s mine.”
Simphonia exuded an atmosphere of nothing at all. The boy found this more unnerving than an atmosphere of disproval.
“…’Course, it don’t really do nothing,” he said, turning it over in his hands again. “It don’t even break. It’s not really fun at all.”
There might have been a hint of a façade of emotion just then, but the child quickly realized that it was probably his imagination.
The child stared at nothing in the distance and then said, somewhat hysterically, “Are you God?”
Simphonia couldn’t nod, but the boy pretended that she did. “’Cause if you want it, you can have it.”
“Hey, you there,” called out the familiar voice of Zach, who quickly realized maybe it wasn’t the best idea to draw attention to himself when he was trying to get what someone else didn’t want to give him. Accompanying him was Maxwell, who was infinitely calmer than his companion.
The boy twitched, threw the black box to the ground in front of Simphonia, and ran away.
Zach stopped, and then refocused his attention on to the conglomeration of music, who was still completely silent. “Hey,” he repeated, though more hesitantly, considering the last time he encountered her, she didn’t seem all that friendly for some reason.
Symphonia ignored the two of them and brushed against the box. There was a flash, and then she was gone.
Simphonia pinwheeled lazily about in space.
The perils of space didn’t really have much effect on ghosts. Many things didn’t apply to ghosts, of course, but it is good to know that space is one of the things that definitely doesn’t have an effect on ghosts, which was why Simphonia could move about in space rather comfortably.
Carol couldn’t, though. Most of what Carol could do while in space involved space-dying, especially since she didn’t have proper space equipment on that would have allowed her to not die in space.
This was the first mature mind she had had access to in years. There were intruders, but somehow they were dead and intruding at the same time, which was always off-putting in a meal. This one was alive and an adult and Simphonia wanted to feast on her sanity very much.
Though she honestly had no idea how to eat sanity, but she really, really wanted to.
But Carol was dying and Simphonia also had no idea how to keep people alive in space. Ghosts tended not to have that ability. So she swarmed around the body as the soul eventually left, which was too bad because Simphonia was relatively certain that the soul was where sanity was, not in the body because humans weren’t like sanity-filled oysters.
Where was this metaphor going?
What in the world is a metaphor?
The spirit was going down in an unusually fast and purposeful trajectory, and Simphonia couldn’t help but be detachedly curious. It was unusual behavior for the recently deceased. She should know, being a spirit-possessed-by-weird-sanity-eating-god-thing herself. The recently dead tended to be more confused than purposeful. Simphonia was pretty much like that up ‘til now, after all.
She shot downwards, following the spirit. The two of them fell back to the planet faster than a comet. Simphonia started to slow as they neared the surface, having no intention of accidentally finding herself in the core of the planet, but Carol’s spirit kept going, faster and faster, until it seemed it was going to collide with a child. But instead, it seemed to disappear, unnoticed.
Simphonia slowly descended until she was right next to the black-eyed kid. He was still picking at the black object he held in his hand, rather ignorant of anything else around him in the way children sometimes were. She nudged him slightly to get his attention and he finally looked up at her.
“Who’re you?” he said, wiping his nose on his arm.
She simply floated there, silent.
“D’you want this too?” asked the boy, waving the black box around. “Y’can’t have it, ‘cause I found it, so it’s mine.”
Simphonia exuded an atmosphere of nothing at all. The boy found this more unnerving than an atmosphere of disproval.
“…’Course, it don’t really do nothing,” he said, turning it over in his hands again. “It don’t even break. It’s not really fun at all.”
There might have been a hint of a façade of emotion just then, but the child quickly realized that it was probably his imagination.
The child stared at nothing in the distance and then said, somewhat hysterically, “Are you God?”
Simphonia couldn’t nod, but the boy pretended that she did. “’Cause if you want it, you can have it.”
“Hey, you there,” called out the familiar voice of Zach, who quickly realized maybe it wasn’t the best idea to draw attention to himself when he was trying to get what someone else didn’t want to give him. Accompanying him was Maxwell, who was infinitely calmer than his companion.
The boy twitched, threw the black box to the ground in front of Simphonia, and ran away.
Zach stopped, and then refocused his attention on to the conglomeration of music, who was still completely silent. “Hey,” he repeated, though more hesitantly, considering the last time he encountered her, she didn’t seem all that friendly for some reason.
Symphonia ignored the two of them and brushed against the box. There was a flash, and then she was gone.