Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-15-2010, 03:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
"You always have to be so noisy, don't you Spender?" Glere chuckled, staring at the focus of his increasingly complex plot. However, nothing could account for him seemingly destroying the very ground they were supposed to be standing on. It looked like this one had his own fair amount of madness. Somehow, it wasn't as comforting as he had hoped. He faced a few problems, one being the rapidly disintegrating platform he had been walking down, second was that ghoul had gained control of one of the robots.
He ran down the walkway, quickly jumping to an adjacent one as explosions rocked the engine as several key systems began to fail. He continued his mad dash until reaching a platform well beyond Spender's range, and even then, that could change at a moment's notice. He scurried on top of another bronze dome, finally getting a good look at the chaos. The explosions were occurring quickly, and...
Glere tilted his head, raising a brow. Then he tilted it the other way, then he spun around and looked bent over, looking between his legs at the scene, then standing on his head. Thomas had intercepted at that point, charging at Spender, and Asteira's droid had opened fire as well, temporarily suspending the destruction as Spender ducked into one of the structures. He wasn't even a blip on the radar of those two at this point. He still puzzled at what to do about the undead one... still, if he could pull it off. He snapped his cape off again, shaking it repeatedly as several items fell out. A large rubber band, two metal polls, and a large mallet. With several hard clangs, he drove the polls into the bronze roof, and slung two ends of the rubber band onto the posts, and started walking backwards, holding a thumb up and sticking his tongue out while squinting with one eye.
"That... should... close... okay!" he lifted up his legs and shouted in a mixture of amusement and terror as he catapulted through the air, sailing in an arch past Asteira's droid.
The robot Asteira had seized control of looked up emotionlessly as a strange object screaming "WEEEE" sailed by overhead, crashing through the same doorway Spender had taken. Asteira blinked inside the machine.
"...Glere???"
Spender's search was temporarily suspended by a loud crash and several thuds, as a familiar figure tumbled in next to him. He almost lost his interest in the music he was listening to as the person stood up, dusting himself off.
Glere adjusted his sleeves and dusted himself off, scratching at a crack in his fishbowl. He coughed as he dusted himself off, having sailed through a large cloud of bronze dust and who knows what else. His annoyance at the crack vanished as he started laughing.
"And people call ME crazy, Spender! Hardly here 10 minutes and you've gone and destroyed half the place already, and without me even!" he said, searching for another fishbowl inside his cloak. He wrapped his head in his cape, and unwound it, swapping out the fishbowls without the familiar motions from before.
"And as I've said before, the offer from before still stands."
"You always have to be so noisy, don't you Spender?" Glere chuckled, staring at the focus of his increasingly complex plot. However, nothing could account for him seemingly destroying the very ground they were supposed to be standing on. It looked like this one had his own fair amount of madness. Somehow, it wasn't as comforting as he had hoped. He faced a few problems, one being the rapidly disintegrating platform he had been walking down, second was that ghoul had gained control of one of the robots.
He ran down the walkway, quickly jumping to an adjacent one as explosions rocked the engine as several key systems began to fail. He continued his mad dash until reaching a platform well beyond Spender's range, and even then, that could change at a moment's notice. He scurried on top of another bronze dome, finally getting a good look at the chaos. The explosions were occurring quickly, and...
Glere tilted his head, raising a brow. Then he tilted it the other way, then he spun around and looked bent over, looking between his legs at the scene, then standing on his head. Thomas had intercepted at that point, charging at Spender, and Asteira's droid had opened fire as well, temporarily suspending the destruction as Spender ducked into one of the structures. He wasn't even a blip on the radar of those two at this point. He still puzzled at what to do about the undead one... still, if he could pull it off. He snapped his cape off again, shaking it repeatedly as several items fell out. A large rubber band, two metal polls, and a large mallet. With several hard clangs, he drove the polls into the bronze roof, and slung two ends of the rubber band onto the posts, and started walking backwards, holding a thumb up and sticking his tongue out while squinting with one eye.
"That... should... close... okay!" he lifted up his legs and shouted in a mixture of amusement and terror as he catapulted through the air, sailing in an arch past Asteira's droid.
The robot Asteira had seized control of looked up emotionlessly as a strange object screaming "WEEEE" sailed by overhead, crashing through the same doorway Spender had taken. Asteira blinked inside the machine.
"...Glere???"
Spender's search was temporarily suspended by a loud crash and several thuds, as a familiar figure tumbled in next to him. He almost lost his interest in the music he was listening to as the person stood up, dusting himself off.
Glere adjusted his sleeves and dusted himself off, scratching at a crack in his fishbowl. He coughed as he dusted himself off, having sailed through a large cloud of bronze dust and who knows what else. His annoyance at the crack vanished as he started laughing.
"And people call ME crazy, Spender! Hardly here 10 minutes and you've gone and destroyed half the place already, and without me even!" he said, searching for another fishbowl inside his cloak. He wrapped his head in his cape, and unwound it, swapping out the fishbowls without the familiar motions from before.
"And as I've said before, the offer from before still stands."