Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
02-24-2010, 04:24 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Odinod.
The round had ended abruptly; right in the middle of his conversation with Michelle, he had been sucked into a blackness, trapped in a bed, had a dead man dance on his chest, and then deposited into this new place, this...wax coliseum. He looked at the device in his hands. It was blank; not even a "Mr. Nothing". Of course. Even the inanimate objects didn't have a name for him. He sighed and looked around at his surroundings.
Several contestants had already disappeared into the fog; Thomas, the man with four minds (Nothing idly wondered if that also meant he had four souls) disappeared into the mist, as did the zombie girl, Asteria, and Michelle (disappointing, because he had hoped to talk with her more). Spender just vanished completely; Nothing wasn't sure where he had gotten off to. And Glere was bouncing around, making loud SPROING sounds with every leap. At least he'll be easy to keep track of, Nothing thought with a grin.
Strangely, he didn't see Emilio about, but he wasn't really worried about that. That guy...he chuckled. That guy seemed like he would live forever. He could take care of himself. Mr. Nothing, however...he flexed his wings, watched the fog drift away from the wind they created. Well, he would definitely be easy to find in this form...it wasn't like he could keep his wings from moving air when he walked. However, now was not the time for reaping; besides that, Nothing didn't really like being in that form anyways. It always left him feeling drained and empty. But enough introspection; there was a task at hand. He glanced down at the blank device in his hand.
"Time to find a wax dummy, eh?" He walked in the direction that Thomas had gone, waving his wings at the mist ahead of him. Blowing it out of the way revealed his location, but as he was already it, he supposed it didn't matter all that much. Besides, he preferred being able to see rather than being hidden. As he moved forward, he called out. "Hey, Thomas! I'm coming your way! Please don't burn or crush or freeze or...well, the wind thing might not be that bad, considering our current situation. But, um, yeah. I come in peace, is what I'm trying to say!"
The round had ended abruptly; right in the middle of his conversation with Michelle, he had been sucked into a blackness, trapped in a bed, had a dead man dance on his chest, and then deposited into this new place, this...wax coliseum. He looked at the device in his hands. It was blank; not even a "Mr. Nothing". Of course. Even the inanimate objects didn't have a name for him. He sighed and looked around at his surroundings.
Several contestants had already disappeared into the fog; Thomas, the man with four minds (Nothing idly wondered if that also meant he had four souls) disappeared into the mist, as did the zombie girl, Asteria, and Michelle (disappointing, because he had hoped to talk with her more). Spender just vanished completely; Nothing wasn't sure where he had gotten off to. And Glere was bouncing around, making loud SPROING sounds with every leap. At least he'll be easy to keep track of, Nothing thought with a grin.
Strangely, he didn't see Emilio about, but he wasn't really worried about that. That guy...he chuckled. That guy seemed like he would live forever. He could take care of himself. Mr. Nothing, however...he flexed his wings, watched the fog drift away from the wind they created. Well, he would definitely be easy to find in this form...it wasn't like he could keep his wings from moving air when he walked. However, now was not the time for reaping; besides that, Nothing didn't really like being in that form anyways. It always left him feeling drained and empty. But enough introspection; there was a task at hand. He glanced down at the blank device in his hand.
"Time to find a wax dummy, eh?" He walked in the direction that Thomas had gone, waving his wings at the mist ahead of him. Blowing it out of the way revealed his location, but as he was already it, he supposed it didn't matter all that much. Besides, he preferred being able to see rather than being hidden. As he moved forward, he called out. "Hey, Thomas! I'm coming your way! Please don't burn or crush or freeze or...well, the wind thing might not be that bad, considering our current situation. But, um, yeah. I come in peace, is what I'm trying to say!"