Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-06-2010, 04:22 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
"Would you care for another, sir?"a small android with several gears turning on its back asked, holding a tray of several glasses of juice and other beverages. Glere downed the glass he had, then looked back at the android.
"Sure!" he grabbed another, and downed it like a shot. However, each glass was full of very sugary drinks, all making Glere much shakier than usual. The android would ask, he would be delighted, and take another drink. This had gone on for several minutes already, and he was starting to see colors that weren't there.
"...where's the nearest bathroom?"
"Would you care for another drink, sir?" Glere squinted. This android wasn't as friendly as he had previously imagined. He quickly walked away along one of the walkways to a nearby building, and shuffled around inside his cape. He then rejoiced with a loud "AH HA!"
He snapped the cape off again, laying it flat on the floor in front of him, then swishing it back, as a port-o-potty emerged. He quickly slid inside, the door's status changing from vacant to occupied.
He emerged a few moments later, pulling a sink from his cape again, and washing his hands. He then snapped the cape back off around the two objects, returning them to the depths of his cape.
He then pulled out a pad of paper and a red pen, and began to write.
"Okay, we've got an undead ghost thingy... can possess people. Maybe I can find a priest or something... no, robots don't have priests. Or do they-FOCUS!" he shook his head angrily.
"Fire agitated, did not stop. Weapons don't work, need someone with the ability to affect beings like that. Spender most obvious choice, however, doesn't like me... Grim Reaper was an even better choice, but now he's dead-how do you kill death? AM I IMMORTAL? Best not to test, could be wrong. Hrmmm." He scribbled down several ideas, before mumbling again. He began pacing along the walkway, still writing things down. A non-personnel droid had been walking straight towards him, when Glere did a quick jump and hopped over the machine, which clanked behind him. He had still been wearing his moonshoes the entire time. He hopped across a small gap between walkways, before still hopping along. He suddenly stopped before hopping off the edge, and made a sharp left turn towards a larger building with a flat bronze dome.
"...Thomas might be able to do something though..." Glere stopped, flipping the moonshoes up in the air and catching them in his cape. He quickly put on a pair of hiking shoes, hopping back up again. He gritted his teeth and threw the entire notebook up into a whirling propeller above him, causing it to rain down confetti on several walkways. He then tossed the pen at another propeller a short ways away, causing ink to rain down on whoever was standing beneath it.
"Thomas or Spender, if they get eliminated this round... no one's left to deal with that ghost. Unless, do I have something?" Glere suddenly ripped his cape off and jumped inside. There was a loud crashing noise, a large grandfather clock went flying off the edge, landing on another servant drone on a walkway below. Several androids flew over, cleaning off the mess. A large rock from the cavern went sailing over the edge, bouncing off another ledge down onto the ground below.
"You'd think there'd be SOMETHING useful in here!" Glere shouted climbing back out. He refastened the cape. He then surveyed his surroundings. If that ghoul was around here, getting possessed would be a very bad thing.
"Oh look how inviting those propeller blades are! Go hug one!" He said in a mock Asteira voice. His eye twitched, somehow, as he entered the building.
"Would you care for another, sir?"a small android with several gears turning on its back asked, holding a tray of several glasses of juice and other beverages. Glere downed the glass he had, then looked back at the android.
"Sure!" he grabbed another, and downed it like a shot. However, each glass was full of very sugary drinks, all making Glere much shakier than usual. The android would ask, he would be delighted, and take another drink. This had gone on for several minutes already, and he was starting to see colors that weren't there.
"...where's the nearest bathroom?"
"Would you care for another drink, sir?" Glere squinted. This android wasn't as friendly as he had previously imagined. He quickly walked away along one of the walkways to a nearby building, and shuffled around inside his cape. He then rejoiced with a loud "AH HA!"
He snapped the cape off again, laying it flat on the floor in front of him, then swishing it back, as a port-o-potty emerged. He quickly slid inside, the door's status changing from vacant to occupied.
He emerged a few moments later, pulling a sink from his cape again, and washing his hands. He then snapped the cape back off around the two objects, returning them to the depths of his cape.
He then pulled out a pad of paper and a red pen, and began to write.
"Okay, we've got an undead ghost thingy... can possess people. Maybe I can find a priest or something... no, robots don't have priests. Or do they-FOCUS!" he shook his head angrily.
"Fire agitated, did not stop. Weapons don't work, need someone with the ability to affect beings like that. Spender most obvious choice, however, doesn't like me... Grim Reaper was an even better choice, but now he's dead-how do you kill death? AM I IMMORTAL? Best not to test, could be wrong. Hrmmm." He scribbled down several ideas, before mumbling again. He began pacing along the walkway, still writing things down. A non-personnel droid had been walking straight towards him, when Glere did a quick jump and hopped over the machine, which clanked behind him. He had still been wearing his moonshoes the entire time. He hopped across a small gap between walkways, before still hopping along. He suddenly stopped before hopping off the edge, and made a sharp left turn towards a larger building with a flat bronze dome.
"...Thomas might be able to do something though..." Glere stopped, flipping the moonshoes up in the air and catching them in his cape. He quickly put on a pair of hiking shoes, hopping back up again. He gritted his teeth and threw the entire notebook up into a whirling propeller above him, causing it to rain down confetti on several walkways. He then tossed the pen at another propeller a short ways away, causing ink to rain down on whoever was standing beneath it.
"Thomas or Spender, if they get eliminated this round... no one's left to deal with that ghost. Unless, do I have something?" Glere suddenly ripped his cape off and jumped inside. There was a loud crashing noise, a large grandfather clock went flying off the edge, landing on another servant drone on a walkway below. Several androids flew over, cleaning off the mess. A large rock from the cavern went sailing over the edge, bouncing off another ledge down onto the ground below.
"You'd think there'd be SOMETHING useful in here!" Glere shouted climbing back out. He refastened the cape. He then surveyed his surroundings. If that ghoul was around here, getting possessed would be a very bad thing.
"Oh look how inviting those propeller blades are! Go hug one!" He said in a mock Asteira voice. His eye twitched, somehow, as he entered the building.