Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-15-2010, 02:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender's steps were light as he danced across and around the debris. He had been hoping to find a side entrance to the area with the damaged gravity generator, but twice now he'd approached it from directions that were blocked with rubble, and he didn't want to try blasting it or opening a portal; instead, he stalked in and out of the weaving tunnels, wondering if he would come across another way.
His sensors swept the area, but he still couldn't make sense of it; he had almost resigned himself to it. It was only when one of the numerous strange readings resolved itself that he paused and sought it. Just down the corridor, he found a piece of paper, in odd script:
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Spender made a barely audible tch and started to crumple it up, but paused. Glere was--the fishbowl-head? He was willing to assume the man was another Nightmare, based on that and the note, though he'd met stranger folk who turned out to be decent. But Michelle? She's supposed to have survived in a ruined world. If someone's putting strange thoughts in her head, she may be more than willing to assume people are dangerous and manipulative. Heavens knew he's seen the type.
He hadn't seen Glere yet, but the man having had intelligence on the meeting meant he'd seen it. In addition to that stealth, he'd pretty cunningly--or obtusely, but it wasn't a good idea to assume--rephrased the discussion to be wickedly suggestive.
What was being watched? What would be misconstrued? What was already being misconstrued?
"Politics," he swore under his breath. It barely registered that his voice came out as a bitter hiss.
He quickly formed a coin and cast it, then watched as tiny flames licked up the paper until it was ash.
Spender's steps were light as he danced across and around the debris. He had been hoping to find a side entrance to the area with the damaged gravity generator, but twice now he'd approached it from directions that were blocked with rubble, and he didn't want to try blasting it or opening a portal; instead, he stalked in and out of the weaving tunnels, wondering if he would come across another way.
His sensors swept the area, but he still couldn't make sense of it; he had almost resigned himself to it. It was only when one of the numerous strange readings resolved itself that he paused and sought it. Just down the corridor, he found a piece of paper, in odd script:
[font=Courier New]
MICHELLE
SPENDER AND THOMAS HAVE FORMAD A PACT.
JAMES IS POSSIBLY IN ON IT ASWELL.
WATCH OUT, THEY ARE POWERFUL.
IT WOULD BE BEST FOR BOTH OF US IF WE AIMED TO STOP THIS POWERFUL TEAM
- GLERE
SPENDER AND THOMAS HAVE FORMAD A PACT.
JAMES IS POSSIBLY IN ON IT ASWELL.
WATCH OUT, THEY ARE POWERFUL.
IT WOULD BE BEST FOR BOTH OF US IF WE AIMED TO STOP THIS POWERFUL TEAM
- GLERE
Spender made a barely audible tch and started to crumple it up, but paused. Glere was--the fishbowl-head? He was willing to assume the man was another Nightmare, based on that and the note, though he'd met stranger folk who turned out to be decent. But Michelle? She's supposed to have survived in a ruined world. If someone's putting strange thoughts in her head, she may be more than willing to assume people are dangerous and manipulative. Heavens knew he's seen the type.
He hadn't seen Glere yet, but the man having had intelligence on the meeting meant he'd seen it. In addition to that stealth, he'd pretty cunningly--or obtusely, but it wasn't a good idea to assume--rephrased the discussion to be wickedly suggestive.
What was being watched? What would be misconstrued? What was already being misconstrued?
"Politics," he swore under his breath. It barely registered that his voice came out as a bitter hiss.
He quickly formed a coin and cast it, then watched as tiny flames licked up the paper until it was ash.