Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-05-2010, 07:00 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender looked the new person up and down. "Sure," he said with a professional smile, and offered a hand. When Thomas stepped forward to accept it, he* felt a shiver run through him--a moment of resistance that was both confusing and straightforward. He immediately looked to Spender, but the man's eyes were cool, measuring, his hand still extended, his mouth still frozen in a smile. Half out of fear, Eric withdrew the hand, and the feeling faded.
All four parts of Thomas had sensed the area around Spender, including each other; what details they noted varied, but there was information about mood, intent, the altered gravity, materials of various objects, and other, almost inexplicable details.
What stuck with Eric most of all was the impression that the man in front of him had neither any intent to harm, nor any fear--not of him, nor of this place.
"Are you afraid, Thomas?" asked Spender easily, letting his hand drop.
"What?" asked Eric, taken aback.
"To die. To lose. To be taken beyond the veil, and never return. To be, as they say, one of the never-ending dreamers, a corpse-light, a pyre under the stars." Spender's voice was stirring with excitement, although his eyes only sparkled a little. "We are but caretakers of the present, Thomas. When we are gone, as some day we must be, it will pass on to others. I do not fear death. I fear leaving a world that others would not wish to live in."
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Spender looked the new person up and down. "Sure," he said with a professional smile, and offered a hand. When Thomas stepped forward to accept it, he* felt a shiver run through him--a moment of resistance that was both confusing and straightforward. He immediately looked to Spender, but the man's eyes were cool, measuring, his hand still extended, his mouth still frozen in a smile. Half out of fear, Eric withdrew the hand, and the feeling faded.
All four parts of Thomas had sensed the area around Spender, including each other; what details they noted varied, but there was information about mood, intent, the altered gravity, materials of various objects, and other, almost inexplicable details.
What stuck with Eric most of all was the impression that the man in front of him had neither any intent to harm, nor any fear--not of him, nor of this place.
"Are you afraid, Thomas?" asked Spender easily, letting his hand drop.
"What?" asked Eric, taken aback.
"To die. To lose. To be taken beyond the veil, and never return. To be, as they say, one of the never-ending dreamers, a corpse-light, a pyre under the stars." Spender's voice was stirring with excitement, although his eyes only sparkled a little. "We are but caretakers of the present, Thomas. When we are gone, as some day we must be, it will pass on to others. I do not fear death. I fear leaving a world that others would not wish to live in."
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