Re: Epic Clash [Apply today!]
08-25-2010, 09:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
"Aha! There's our devil girl! I was hoping you'd pop up. See this gear?" "Glere, please. How many fairy tale characters are you going to call me? Witch, demon, devil... I'm just an ordinary ghost, dear!" "Well, I've got just the treat for ghosts! Meet Vacuumblaster 3000!" "Didn't it just say Spookvacuum?" "That is SUCH a lame name!" "Alright then. Are you going to suck me in now?" "I'm... trying to, but it's just won't work! Lousy piece of junk! Hey, and stop calling me dear!" Asteira twiddled her thumbs. "Why won't you work, damnit!" "Silly Glere... It's been working all this time. What you're holding is an ordinary vacuum with a very tacky name." "So aren't you going to possess me?" "Aha, now that's another thing. Remember back in the ascended city? You were mumbling a bit to yourself about me... and about that trick up your sleeve. I'd rather not fall for that trap, especially taking the last time into account. Instead, I'm going to see what you can manage. Hit me with your best shot!" Glere stood dumbfounded in his heavy armor seeing Asteira offer him a clean hit. He had to think big... Lasers, he needed those. Fire aswell! Poison wouldn't work, she doesn't breathe. Ghost poison? How would that even work? Poison an item they possess or something? Using it on himself would probably kill him, but maybe put it in his fishbowl? No, no, focus, Glere! Lasers, fire, what else? Explosions don't work, it didn't work last time either. That colloseum was really destroyed by the end of the round, wasn't it? No it wasn't, that was the city. What did Asteira say again? Oh, right. Right! Battling! Fire and lasers, that's what I need. Glere reached for his came and pulled out a flamethrower with a raygun in the bayonet mound, and the C4 he used before cut in small bricks, lined up in a giant Pez dispenser as his offhand.
"Alright! This is it, freak!" Glere didn't stop cackling as he repeatedly fired the chimera among weapons. "Ha! Don't you see what you've done? You just gave me the ultimate weapon! I call your bluff on that trump of yours!" Asteira entered Glere's mind once more, and was faced with a familiar sight. The left hand stared at Asteira again, less dumbfounded as in the wax arena, but moreso with a look of determination. Which was odd, because a hand can't really look or feel determined at all. The hand quickly grabbed at Glere's bowl, lifting it from his body. "What? What are you doing?!" Asteira thought quickly and grabbed Glere's cape with the remaining hand, and whirled it around the other as it threw the fishbowl to the floor.
"Where is this place?" Asteira found herself in an immense labyrinth of doors and hallways, running over and under each other, leading towards rooms she was sure she'd been through already and braiding together like a giant, unnavigable spider web. She triend to ignore the inconvenient placing of walls and simply barge through, but some force prevented her. Glere's image appeared near her and spoke. "I'm afraid that won't work. You're in my world now, not yours. I can make up rules in my own mind, and there's only one rule here." He paused for a dramatic effect and a smirk to bejewel his shining head. "Go crazy!" He disappeared again, and left Asteira to dwell in his mind for a little longer. He didn't have a plan for after that, and he figured he'd think up something on the go.
Asteira noticed something odd about Glere's mind, and her opinion was to be trusted as she had seen far too many minds for her own good in the last few hours of this contest. "Glere, you're not insane. You can't be." "Whozzat?" Glere emerged again from wherever he was hiding, this time with a fancy monocle to top off his choice of words. "It's simple. You keep talking about being crazy, and keep using exactly that word. You're actually covering up for something, trying to cope with something." "I... Welllll... What's this labyrinth mean then, miss ghost psychiatrist?" "Glere, this labyrinth is exactly that. You're keeping people from getting to your core in fear of them finding out your secret." "And you're sure that labyrinth isn't me being crazy?" "There's that word again." Glere grunted. "This place isn't crazy enough for someone truly insane. The floor doesn't change color, there aren't any sharks swimming around, the wall is always made of exactly the same material. It should rapidly switch from corian to christmas pudding, for crying out loud! You're as sane as anyone. Deep beneath that crazy act, there lies a very calculated common sense." Glere grunted once more, and then stayed silent for a while, just enough for Asteira to start wondering if he had even heard what she said. Then he let out a fierce, hysterical laughter... and vanished. The walls that made up most of his mind started to show cracks, and soon crumbled to dust. Asteira found her way out of the maze, and took control once more. "And now, to put that weapon to use." Asteira let out a feigned laughter as she pulled both triggers simultaneously, blowing a clump of dirt out the wall.
"Aha! There's our devil girl! I was hoping you'd pop up. See this gear?" "Glere, please. How many fairy tale characters are you going to call me? Witch, demon, devil... I'm just an ordinary ghost, dear!" "Well, I've got just the treat for ghosts! Meet Vacuumblaster 3000!" "Didn't it just say Spookvacuum?" "That is SUCH a lame name!" "Alright then. Are you going to suck me in now?" "I'm... trying to, but it's just won't work! Lousy piece of junk! Hey, and stop calling me dear!" Asteira twiddled her thumbs. "Why won't you work, damnit!" "Silly Glere... It's been working all this time. What you're holding is an ordinary vacuum with a very tacky name." "So aren't you going to possess me?" "Aha, now that's another thing. Remember back in the ascended city? You were mumbling a bit to yourself about me... and about that trick up your sleeve. I'd rather not fall for that trap, especially taking the last time into account. Instead, I'm going to see what you can manage. Hit me with your best shot!" Glere stood dumbfounded in his heavy armor seeing Asteira offer him a clean hit. He had to think big... Lasers, he needed those. Fire aswell! Poison wouldn't work, she doesn't breathe. Ghost poison? How would that even work? Poison an item they possess or something? Using it on himself would probably kill him, but maybe put it in his fishbowl? No, no, focus, Glere! Lasers, fire, what else? Explosions don't work, it didn't work last time either. That colloseum was really destroyed by the end of the round, wasn't it? No it wasn't, that was the city. What did Asteira say again? Oh, right. Right! Battling! Fire and lasers, that's what I need. Glere reached for his came and pulled out a flamethrower with a raygun in the bayonet mound, and the C4 he used before cut in small bricks, lined up in a giant Pez dispenser as his offhand.
"Alright! This is it, freak!" Glere didn't stop cackling as he repeatedly fired the chimera among weapons. "Ha! Don't you see what you've done? You just gave me the ultimate weapon! I call your bluff on that trump of yours!" Asteira entered Glere's mind once more, and was faced with a familiar sight. The left hand stared at Asteira again, less dumbfounded as in the wax arena, but moreso with a look of determination. Which was odd, because a hand can't really look or feel determined at all. The hand quickly grabbed at Glere's bowl, lifting it from his body. "What? What are you doing?!" Asteira thought quickly and grabbed Glere's cape with the remaining hand, and whirled it around the other as it threw the fishbowl to the floor.
"Where is this place?" Asteira found herself in an immense labyrinth of doors and hallways, running over and under each other, leading towards rooms she was sure she'd been through already and braiding together like a giant, unnavigable spider web. She triend to ignore the inconvenient placing of walls and simply barge through, but some force prevented her. Glere's image appeared near her and spoke. "I'm afraid that won't work. You're in my world now, not yours. I can make up rules in my own mind, and there's only one rule here." He paused for a dramatic effect and a smirk to bejewel his shining head. "Go crazy!" He disappeared again, and left Asteira to dwell in his mind for a little longer. He didn't have a plan for after that, and he figured he'd think up something on the go.
Asteira noticed something odd about Glere's mind, and her opinion was to be trusted as she had seen far too many minds for her own good in the last few hours of this contest. "Glere, you're not insane. You can't be." "Whozzat?" Glere emerged again from wherever he was hiding, this time with a fancy monocle to top off his choice of words. "It's simple. You keep talking about being crazy, and keep using exactly that word. You're actually covering up for something, trying to cope with something." "I... Welllll... What's this labyrinth mean then, miss ghost psychiatrist?" "Glere, this labyrinth is exactly that. You're keeping people from getting to your core in fear of them finding out your secret." "And you're sure that labyrinth isn't me being crazy?" "There's that word again." Glere grunted. "This place isn't crazy enough for someone truly insane. The floor doesn't change color, there aren't any sharks swimming around, the wall is always made of exactly the same material. It should rapidly switch from corian to christmas pudding, for crying out loud! You're as sane as anyone. Deep beneath that crazy act, there lies a very calculated common sense." Glere grunted once more, and then stayed silent for a while, just enough for Asteira to start wondering if he had even heard what she said. Then he let out a fierce, hysterical laughter... and vanished. The walls that made up most of his mind started to show cracks, and soon crumbled to dust. Asteira found her way out of the maze, and took control once more. "And now, to put that weapon to use." Asteira let out a feigned laughter as she pulled both triggers simultaneously, blowing a clump of dirt out the wall.
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