Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-01-2010, 10:49 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender pointedly avoided looking at the statue. It was kind of a tell, he knew from long experience, but it was better than the slightly freaked look he'd have if the Nightmare started to come over him again.
He tried to play it off by rising (or falling, depending on your perspective) to Glere's level. Hardly moving a muscle, he willed himself back into the air slightly, then came back down in Glere's face(?), only this time upside-down. His poker face was perfectly set into a mask of slight amusement and some disdain.
"Glere...
I'm sincere.
T'was one year
I knew true fear,
And could make no jeer;
I lost all that was dear.
The greatest and worst would all disappear,
While the sad and despondent must yet persevere.
I can not expect you to shed a tear,
But... by means of my victory, I shall peace engineer."
A coin fell out of his coat, and he caught it in his teeth. Glere caught sight of it briefly, close as it was; the pattern emblazoned in gold was clearly an explosion, made of triangles. He slid it into his cheek deftly and floated back a foot or two, speaking with only the slightest hinderance.
"Budt you, Gwere. Whut do yuu intemd to du if you vwere to winn?"
Spender pointedly avoided looking at the statue. It was kind of a tell, he knew from long experience, but it was better than the slightly freaked look he'd have if the Nightmare started to come over him again.
He tried to play it off by rising (or falling, depending on your perspective) to Glere's level. Hardly moving a muscle, he willed himself back into the air slightly, then came back down in Glere's face(?), only this time upside-down. His poker face was perfectly set into a mask of slight amusement and some disdain.
"Glere...
I'm sincere.
T'was one year
I knew true fear,
And could make no jeer;
I lost all that was dear.
The greatest and worst would all disappear,
While the sad and despondent must yet persevere.
I can not expect you to shed a tear,
But... by means of my victory, I shall peace engineer."
A coin fell out of his coat, and he caught it in his teeth. Glere caught sight of it briefly, close as it was; the pattern emblazoned in gold was clearly an explosion, made of triangles. He slid it into his cheek deftly and floated back a foot or two, speaking with only the slightest hinderance.
"Budt you, Gwere. Whut do yuu intemd to du if you vwere to winn?"
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