Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
06-16-2010, 03:09 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
"Stop it." Within the confusion of the noise - it went long since past the point one could still call it music - Asteira was back inside Thomas, barging in on the other four. "You are destroying this world! This is a real world, just like Spender says! Preserve it." She proposed an offer. "I want to practice on you. If I can try here to take over Thomas, against the four of you, I might stand a chance against Spender. He has the coins to undo this all, to make right what we all made wrong." She stepped forward, and rammed an enthralled Bern out of the captain's seat, seating herself in control.
Thomas' eyes no longer portrayed colour, but a bleak grey hue, devoid of anything joyful. A sorrowful look too infested itself upon his face. He ran away from the fight and the storm, and that incessant booming of devastation. "What are you doing?" "This is not the deal!" "I make a new deal! I'm not giving up control until you make me. Make me!"
The internal conflict was intense, and Thomas remained at a standstill, by Eric's command. It was far too dangerous to be flying around giant towers with the control over his body being handed over and over to the others again; it was a confusing sight. The battle inside wasn't at all physical, much to Bern's disapproval. No, this was a mental battle, an epic clash of words.
"What are you doing?! I thought for a moment we had the same goals, but you just remain the lying wench you are! You were better off dead!"
"Me? You just now went and aided Spender! You gave him the exact means he needs to further demolish that beautiful view! And you've seen it too, it was such a beautiful view!"
"We... We are just!" Greg started talking. "You are what Spender said you were. A nightmare. A horrible dream, entering your mind, and filling it with doubt and fear!"
Eric, although usually more quiet, now too lost his temper. "Get out! We'll make you get out!"
"Don't you see? Thomas isn't just an empty hull you're all living in. What if that boy actually has a personality? He has you four, and me now, and can't make heads or tails out of your bickering! He's a poor, broken soul and the last thing he needs are you guys! He might awaken sometime soon, and then you'll all just be useless voices in his head."
"So possessing people is right, but being there ever since is wrong? How can you say that? How can you even dare say that?!"
"You still don't get it do you. Poor young Thomas never got a chance to out his own personality because he was possessed from the very beginning. You are all just like me. Nightmares troubling that poor boy. He's... he's crying. Why is he crying?"
It was very simple. Walt was crying. Crying in fury, maybe in spite of fury. "You're a liar! you are a no-good liar!"
"Stop it." Within the confusion of the noise - it went long since past the point one could still call it music - Asteira was back inside Thomas, barging in on the other four. "You are destroying this world! This is a real world, just like Spender says! Preserve it." She proposed an offer. "I want to practice on you. If I can try here to take over Thomas, against the four of you, I might stand a chance against Spender. He has the coins to undo this all, to make right what we all made wrong." She stepped forward, and rammed an enthralled Bern out of the captain's seat, seating herself in control.
Thomas' eyes no longer portrayed colour, but a bleak grey hue, devoid of anything joyful. A sorrowful look too infested itself upon his face. He ran away from the fight and the storm, and that incessant booming of devastation. "What are you doing?" "This is not the deal!" "I make a new deal! I'm not giving up control until you make me. Make me!"
The internal conflict was intense, and Thomas remained at a standstill, by Eric's command. It was far too dangerous to be flying around giant towers with the control over his body being handed over and over to the others again; it was a confusing sight. The battle inside wasn't at all physical, much to Bern's disapproval. No, this was a mental battle, an epic clash of words.
"What are you doing?! I thought for a moment we had the same goals, but you just remain the lying wench you are! You were better off dead!"
"Me? You just now went and aided Spender! You gave him the exact means he needs to further demolish that beautiful view! And you've seen it too, it was such a beautiful view!"
"We... We are just!" Greg started talking. "You are what Spender said you were. A nightmare. A horrible dream, entering your mind, and filling it with doubt and fear!"
Eric, although usually more quiet, now too lost his temper. "Get out! We'll make you get out!"
"Don't you see? Thomas isn't just an empty hull you're all living in. What if that boy actually has a personality? He has you four, and me now, and can't make heads or tails out of your bickering! He's a poor, broken soul and the last thing he needs are you guys! He might awaken sometime soon, and then you'll all just be useless voices in his head."
"So possessing people is right, but being there ever since is wrong? How can you say that? How can you even dare say that?!"
"You still don't get it do you. Poor young Thomas never got a chance to out his own personality because he was possessed from the very beginning. You are all just like me. Nightmares troubling that poor boy. He's... he's crying. Why is he crying?"
It was very simple. Walt was crying. Crying in fury, maybe in spite of fury. "You're a liar! you are a no-good liar!"
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