Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
05-04-2010, 10:24 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by suomynonAyletamitlU.
Spender shrugged his shoulder in a peculiar fashion, causing the coin to roll out of its hidden slot in the fabric and down the inside of his sleeve, to where he caught it at the end. Mentally, almost regretfully, he flipped off the analysis field--the background howl from the wax faded, but so did the comforting insight into the fog.
"If you'd act as a lookout, Michelle, I'd appreciate it." He glanced around, but there didn't seem to be a safer place to move to.
Michelle looked a little dubious. "Well, sure," she said. "Of course, if something else happens..."
"I'll be able to wake if I'm in any danger. I'd just appreciate not having some kind of emergency to deal with, like someone being shot--" he glanced at her gun. "Or, you know, wounded any other way."
He settled down against a rock, just slouching like he was about to watch television, flipped the coin into the air, and activated it.
Thomas' mind was compartmentalized, sanitized, sensibly done, and not at all quiet, at least at the moment. But as Spender entered, there was a black flash, one that felt like death, of horrible fear, and a lifetime's worth of regret, but it seemed to fade as his mind came back to him, even as they all stopped in their tracks.
Standing on the pale carpet, Spender looked around as each of the others in turn noticed his arrival and gave him some kind of look. Eric was angry, but not at Spender. Walt was afraid, and Spender being there seemed like something else to fear. Bern was also afraid, and Walt was also angry, but both of them saw Spender as an affront--for the moment.
"Eric," said Bern with barely restrained fury, "you stupid son of a--"
With an astounding amount of grace, Spender pushed off with one foot and almost glided up next to Bern, as though it was all one long sliding step, although it was almost six feet. With his hand, he pushed Bern down, looking momentarily like it was effortless, although all four of them could feel the hidden effort. Then he waved his hand, and rope appeared out of nothing to bind Bern--but it was no more than twine, something meant from the beginning to be easily broken.
Walt set a stance, ready to pounce, but Spender held up a hand. "Gentlemen, I have been in minds driven to absolute madness, I have been in darkness so deep you cannot conceive of it--and I have memories of those things, very clear ones. I respect the calmness and clarity of your minds--so let's keep it that way, and not force me to reveal my cards quite yet, hmm? I'm here to talk, not to fight."
All four of them felt a chill at the absolute fact his words carried.
Spender shrugged his shoulder in a peculiar fashion, causing the coin to roll out of its hidden slot in the fabric and down the inside of his sleeve, to where he caught it at the end. Mentally, almost regretfully, he flipped off the analysis field--the background howl from the wax faded, but so did the comforting insight into the fog.
"If you'd act as a lookout, Michelle, I'd appreciate it." He glanced around, but there didn't seem to be a safer place to move to.
Michelle looked a little dubious. "Well, sure," she said. "Of course, if something else happens..."
"I'll be able to wake if I'm in any danger. I'd just appreciate not having some kind of emergency to deal with, like someone being shot--" he glanced at her gun. "Or, you know, wounded any other way."
He settled down against a rock, just slouching like he was about to watch television, flipped the coin into the air, and activated it.
Thomas' mind was compartmentalized, sanitized, sensibly done, and not at all quiet, at least at the moment. But as Spender entered, there was a black flash, one that felt like death, of horrible fear, and a lifetime's worth of regret, but it seemed to fade as his mind came back to him, even as they all stopped in their tracks.
Standing on the pale carpet, Spender looked around as each of the others in turn noticed his arrival and gave him some kind of look. Eric was angry, but not at Spender. Walt was afraid, and Spender being there seemed like something else to fear. Bern was also afraid, and Walt was also angry, but both of them saw Spender as an affront--for the moment.
"Eric," said Bern with barely restrained fury, "you stupid son of a--"
With an astounding amount of grace, Spender pushed off with one foot and almost glided up next to Bern, as though it was all one long sliding step, although it was almost six feet. With his hand, he pushed Bern down, looking momentarily like it was effortless, although all four of them could feel the hidden effort. Then he waved his hand, and rope appeared out of nothing to bind Bern--but it was no more than twine, something meant from the beginning to be easily broken.
Walt set a stance, ready to pounce, but Spender held up a hand. "Gentlemen, I have been in minds driven to absolute madness, I have been in darkness so deep you cannot conceive of it--and I have memories of those things, very clear ones. I respect the calmness and clarity of your minds--so let's keep it that way, and not force me to reveal my cards quite yet, hmm? I'm here to talk, not to fight."
All four of them felt a chill at the absolute fact his words carried.