Re: Epic Clash Round 3 - The Ascended City
07-06-2010, 12:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Michelle, back on the physical plane, collapsed. She was crushed and exhausted, and the torments of the dead, in more ways than one, stormed through her mind.
"Now, my dear, I'm going to lend your lean body a bit. I'm sure you wouldn't mind." It took little effort to control Michelle's body. She quickly was hopping around the city in the sky from tower to collapsing tower. She quickly arrived at her destination.
Spender's orchestra of destruction rumbled onwards, dragging anything in its path into nonexistance. The robotic population in the city wasn't too happy with that, but after a quick shield coin or wall coin, he didn't have to pay them anymore heed. One couldn't really tell what went on inside Spender, and even less so call that emotion by a name. It has bits of everything. Rage, desperation, willpower, and even a hint of enjoyment. That maelstrom of feelings whisked up his mind, and combining that with hiss lack of focus from all those activated spellcoins, it wasn't a surprise he was startled when a runner came to a halt behind him.
"Spender, what the hell are you doing? I arrived in this world, did a bit of scheming, and before you know it, BAM! A tower the size of the entire colloseum we came from crashes down near me!"
"I'm trying to create a distortion. This world is a fake, Michelle. I want to unmask it."
"You mean it's a copy or something?"
"Exactly. By dealing enough blows to what we see, I can try to uncover what lies beneath. This is a nightmare's territory, something strong, much stronger than any of us resides here."
Michelle - and by that, Asteira - was silent for a moment, coming to understand his plan. "Let me help. I just need those fancy coins of yours and I can also go around breaking things. If you think this is the way to save us all, then go ahead. I'll try to help aswell. I just want to leave."
Spender smiled. It always gave a man solace to see a sane person hold on in this crazy world. "I'll see what I can do."
Michelle, back on the physical plane, collapsed. She was crushed and exhausted, and the torments of the dead, in more ways than one, stormed through her mind.
"Now, my dear, I'm going to lend your lean body a bit. I'm sure you wouldn't mind." It took little effort to control Michelle's body. She quickly was hopping around the city in the sky from tower to collapsing tower. She quickly arrived at her destination.
Spender's orchestra of destruction rumbled onwards, dragging anything in its path into nonexistance. The robotic population in the city wasn't too happy with that, but after a quick shield coin or wall coin, he didn't have to pay them anymore heed. One couldn't really tell what went on inside Spender, and even less so call that emotion by a name. It has bits of everything. Rage, desperation, willpower, and even a hint of enjoyment. That maelstrom of feelings whisked up his mind, and combining that with hiss lack of focus from all those activated spellcoins, it wasn't a surprise he was startled when a runner came to a halt behind him.
"Spender, what the hell are you doing? I arrived in this world, did a bit of scheming, and before you know it, BAM! A tower the size of the entire colloseum we came from crashes down near me!"
"I'm trying to create a distortion. This world is a fake, Michelle. I want to unmask it."
"You mean it's a copy or something?"
"Exactly. By dealing enough blows to what we see, I can try to uncover what lies beneath. This is a nightmare's territory, something strong, much stronger than any of us resides here."
Michelle - and by that, Asteira - was silent for a moment, coming to understand his plan. "Let me help. I just need those fancy coins of yours and I can also go around breaking things. If you think this is the way to save us all, then go ahead. I'll try to help aswell. I just want to leave."
Spender smiled. It always gave a man solace to see a sane person hold on in this crazy world. "I'll see what I can do."
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