Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
05-03-2010, 07:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender complied, his hands in the air, watching with a guarded expression through the swirls of fog. As he walked, the slightest of ripples in the fog indicated the edge of his analysis space, but in the dimness, it was hard to notice.
Nevertheless, his eyes were drawn downwards, to the broken stones he passed, his face remaining an unreadable mask.
Michelle raised her rifle a bit. "Yeah, you look human enough. Are you going to lecture me about the future history too?"
Spender raised an eyebrow, though the fog made it hard to tell. "Dear, I'm a government agent, not a history professor."
Michelle grinned and rested Betsy against her shoulder. "Agent, huh? You gonna arrest me for loitering or something?"
Spender's voice was wry as he let his hands drop. "Arrest you? For what? Opening dimensional breaches without a permit?
Thomas blinked. "They give you permits for that?"
Spender just chuckled in reply. He paused. "I'm curious why the history question popped up. Somehow, I don't think we belong to the same world, human as we may appear, but..." As Thomas repeated the information in brief, Spender just shook his head. "No, that isn't my world, although the similarities are suspicious. Although there are theories that Terra--Earth--may have itself been reverted in time at some point after... no, it doesn't matter."
"Revert..." Thomas shook his head. "That sounds way over our heads. Way over anyone's heads.
"Yeah. The theory's supposed to go that the planet itself was the one that cast the 'magic' to do it--that no single mortal, or group of any size would have had the knowledge or power necessary."
Before Thomas could ask any more questions or continue the discussion, Michelle made an impatient grunt, dropped the butt of her rifle on the ground, and abruptly sat down on a rock. "Sounds like a load of crap to me."
As Spender drew closer, getting between the two of them, Thomas finally noticed the wavering sphere in the fog, and with a sudden realization hopped back a couple feet, just enough to make sure Spender couldn't bring both of them into the field in one fell swoop. Spender's eyes measured him coldly, but he stopped before it reached Michelle, too.
"In any event, two--or at least one, maybe two--of those wax statues should be down for the count. Possibly more, if the others have been busy." Somehow, at the thought of his brief duel with Glere, his face broke into a smile again. "It really does seem like I'm having more fun than about anyone else around here, doesn't it?"
Michelle bounced up and took a step towards Spender. "Really--?" Then, she jumped. Lots of information swirled around her mind, about Spender, about the rocks--and little if any of it really made any sense. She brought Betsy up, but almost as if in slow motion, Spender's hand came up and pushed it just slightly aside, resisting any effort to bring it to bear.
"Easy, easy, calm down," he said. "It's just an analysis field. It affects everyone the same way--you, me, Thomas, anyone inside the field sees the information. You step out, it goes away." He took a step back, pulling the field away from her. "See?"
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Nevertheless, his eyes were drawn downwards, to the broken stones he passed, his face remaining an unreadable mask.
Michelle raised her rifle a bit. "Yeah, you look human enough. Are you going to lecture me about the future history too?"
Spender raised an eyebrow, though the fog made it hard to tell. "Dear, I'm a government agent, not a history professor."
Michelle grinned and rested Betsy against her shoulder. "Agent, huh? You gonna arrest me for loitering or something?"
Spender's voice was wry as he let his hands drop. "Arrest you? For what? Opening dimensional breaches without a permit?
Thomas blinked. "They give you permits for that?"
Spender just chuckled in reply. He paused. "I'm curious why the history question popped up. Somehow, I don't think we belong to the same world, human as we may appear, but..." As Thomas repeated the information in brief, Spender just shook his head. "No, that isn't my world, although the similarities are suspicious. Although there are theories that Terra--Earth--may have itself been reverted in time at some point after... no, it doesn't matter."
"Revert..." Thomas shook his head. "That sounds way over our heads. Way over anyone's heads.
"Yeah. The theory's supposed to go that the planet itself was the one that cast the 'magic' to do it--that no single mortal, or group of any size would have had the knowledge or power necessary."
Before Thomas could ask any more questions or continue the discussion, Michelle made an impatient grunt, dropped the butt of her rifle on the ground, and abruptly sat down on a rock. "Sounds like a load of crap to me."
As Spender drew closer, getting between the two of them, Thomas finally noticed the wavering sphere in the fog, and with a sudden realization hopped back a couple feet, just enough to make sure Spender couldn't bring both of them into the field in one fell swoop. Spender's eyes measured him coldly, but he stopped before it reached Michelle, too.
"In any event, two--or at least one, maybe two--of those wax statues should be down for the count. Possibly more, if the others have been busy." Somehow, at the thought of his brief duel with Glere, his face broke into a smile again. "It really does seem like I'm having more fun than about anyone else around here, doesn't it?"
Michelle bounced up and took a step towards Spender. "Really--?" Then, she jumped. Lots of information swirled around her mind, about Spender, about the rocks--and little if any of it really made any sense. She brought Betsy up, but almost as if in slow motion, Spender's hand came up and pushed it just slightly aside, resisting any effort to bring it to bear.
"Easy, easy, calm down," he said. "It's just an analysis field. It affects everyone the same way--you, me, Thomas, anyone inside the field sees the information. You step out, it goes away." He took a step back, pulling the field away from her. "See?"