Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
02-24-2010, 11:25 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Out of habit, Spender momentarily focused on his thoughts and feelings to check his energy level; unlike the frigid cave from before, this place seemed to have some free energy, so his flight coin was drawing less and less on him. Given the Overseer's plans, that didn't surprise him.
With some shouting below and behind him, he let himself sway through the fog in a quieter direction, always listening; the fog seemed to eat up the noise past a certain distance, but below him, he thought he heard a sloppy scraping noise.
That's probably one of the wax Extras, then, huh?
He dropped down out of the sky; however living or dead the thing was, it certainly didn't hear his approach, although the rustling of his jacket was noisy enough to Spender's own ears.
He wanted to peg it with his It-box and scoot, but grit his teeth. Again, the Overseer was making rules and the Overseer was breaking them. What made some wax statues "living" while others were not?
His thoughts drifted to the gravity-crystal. It was still in his pocket-dimension, which reassured him, although why the spell had been allowed to last... he put the thought out of his mind. Was there a "life" or "player" essence to the statue? He didn't want to think that it was the remains of an actual living being, although it might have been. Even so, there were other statues--dead ones.
He let loose another Analysis coin and let the information flood over him. Before he could really soak it in, though, the statue turned and looked at him. Its face was partly melted, and its mouth hung open, as though a perpetual scream never quite escaped its lips.
Only now, it did.
A horrible, growling, rasping wail that might have echoed, or might have dissipated, flooded over Spender, and his mental control wavered. Is it really... alive?
The feeling of Nightmare--that cold terror, that neverending fear, that self-certain despair--started to come over Spender, but he pushed it back determination born of long practice. Trusting his instincts to recall anything else he might need to know, he took his device and plunged it into the statue's gaping maw, silencing most of its scream, the name on the device flipping obediently.
Then, three coins fell out of his sleeves and disappeared, his arms and hands half-consciously weaving back and forth as he mentally guided the spells. Threads of holographic metal wove themselves into existence, hanging delicately in midair for a moment before forming a steel coffin in the blink of an eye. Invisible spades, infinitely sharp, tore into the ground and left huge hunks of rock and stone on the floor as the coffin sank below the glassy surface. Finally, it was concealed, and the glassy surface returned, somehow untouched by the tools and coffin that had phased right through it.
He could still hear the scream, a little. His sensors still picked up the name on the device.
He flew away, resisting the urge to seethe, after leaving one last memorial engraved in stone atop the figure's cairn:
Out of habit, Spender momentarily focused on his thoughts and feelings to check his energy level; unlike the frigid cave from before, this place seemed to have some free energy, so his flight coin was drawing less and less on him. Given the Overseer's plans, that didn't surprise him.
With some shouting below and behind him, he let himself sway through the fog in a quieter direction, always listening; the fog seemed to eat up the noise past a certain distance, but below him, he thought he heard a sloppy scraping noise.
That's probably one of the wax Extras, then, huh?
He dropped down out of the sky; however living or dead the thing was, it certainly didn't hear his approach, although the rustling of his jacket was noisy enough to Spender's own ears.
He wanted to peg it with his It-box and scoot, but grit his teeth. Again, the Overseer was making rules and the Overseer was breaking them. What made some wax statues "living" while others were not?
His thoughts drifted to the gravity-crystal. It was still in his pocket-dimension, which reassured him, although why the spell had been allowed to last... he put the thought out of his mind. Was there a "life" or "player" essence to the statue? He didn't want to think that it was the remains of an actual living being, although it might have been. Even so, there were other statues--dead ones.
He let loose another Analysis coin and let the information flood over him. Before he could really soak it in, though, the statue turned and looked at him. Its face was partly melted, and its mouth hung open, as though a perpetual scream never quite escaped its lips.
Only now, it did.
A horrible, growling, rasping wail that might have echoed, or might have dissipated, flooded over Spender, and his mental control wavered. Is it really... alive?
The feeling of Nightmare--that cold terror, that neverending fear, that self-certain despair--started to come over Spender, but he pushed it back determination born of long practice. Trusting his instincts to recall anything else he might need to know, he took his device and plunged it into the statue's gaping maw, silencing most of its scream, the name on the device flipping obediently.
Then, three coins fell out of his sleeves and disappeared, his arms and hands half-consciously weaving back and forth as he mentally guided the spells. Threads of holographic metal wove themselves into existence, hanging delicately in midair for a moment before forming a steel coffin in the blink of an eye. Invisible spades, infinitely sharp, tore into the ground and left huge hunks of rock and stone on the floor as the coffin sank below the glassy surface. Finally, it was concealed, and the glassy surface returned, somehow untouched by the tools and coffin that had phased right through it.
He could still hear the scream, a little. His sensors still picked up the name on the device.
He flew away, resisting the urge to seethe, after leaving one last memorial engraved in stone atop the figure's cairn:
El'n T'abor r'Amet
May she know peace
May she know peace