Re: Epic Clash Round 4 - The Unholy Fortress
08-31-2010, 01:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Asteira was, for the first time in this battle, truly, thoroughly gobsmacked. She saw the inside of Glere's mind to be nothing like she imagined it to be, and despite her air of certainity was left unawarded with a decent or less than decent explanation of anything he had done in the entire battle. She had seen Glere drag out a different body and just letting her take over the current entirely, and she had heard the newly created man smugly walk away. She dropped the ridiculous weapons to the floor in awe, and as they made a satisfying shatter falling onto the rigid ground, she finally tried to open her mouth and emit something with at least a little sense. "You're a cape." She tried again. "All this time you were the cape." Glere was far out of range to hear her, and when the ghost realised that, she shut up. Then she schemed, then giggled. That giggle soon became a bone-chilling cackle - so maniacal one could think that Asteira went cape aswell - filling the fortress with a general malaise and making it indeed seem possessed, unholy, haunted, and anything else The Overseer decided to slap on the castle as an adjective.
Spender erred through the dirt-covered hallways of the castle, musing about his next move, when he was sudddenly taken by surprise due to a menacing laugh filling the thin air. Thrown off by the origin of the sound, the agent pivoted around himself, checking every angle for the only one in this contest who could pull off such a devilish cackle. "Glere," he thought. He followed his gut on where the laughter boomed from, and his gut was proven right quite soon, when Glere stood eye to eye with Coy Spender, a menacing grin bejeweling the former's face. "You're not wearing your cape." "I'm not! I transformed with that coin you gave me." "You transformed into... yourself?" "Well, myself without the cape, mind you!" A mumbled curse barely escaped his lips, which he quickly rephrased as a silent "You're an idiot. That coin was one of the only ones left." For that one little second, in that dim hallway, Spender had for a first time in his recent memory given up a bit of hope.
Asteira was, for the first time in this battle, truly, thoroughly gobsmacked. She saw the inside of Glere's mind to be nothing like she imagined it to be, and despite her air of certainity was left unawarded with a decent or less than decent explanation of anything he had done in the entire battle. She had seen Glere drag out a different body and just letting her take over the current entirely, and she had heard the newly created man smugly walk away. She dropped the ridiculous weapons to the floor in awe, and as they made a satisfying shatter falling onto the rigid ground, she finally tried to open her mouth and emit something with at least a little sense. "You're a cape." She tried again. "All this time you were the cape." Glere was far out of range to hear her, and when the ghost realised that, she shut up. Then she schemed, then giggled. That giggle soon became a bone-chilling cackle - so maniacal one could think that Asteira went cape aswell - filling the fortress with a general malaise and making it indeed seem possessed, unholy, haunted, and anything else The Overseer decided to slap on the castle as an adjective.
Spender erred through the dirt-covered hallways of the castle, musing about his next move, when he was sudddenly taken by surprise due to a menacing laugh filling the thin air. Thrown off by the origin of the sound, the agent pivoted around himself, checking every angle for the only one in this contest who could pull off such a devilish cackle. "Glere," he thought. He followed his gut on where the laughter boomed from, and his gut was proven right quite soon, when Glere stood eye to eye with Coy Spender, a menacing grin bejeweling the former's face. "You're not wearing your cape." "I'm not! I transformed with that coin you gave me." "You transformed into... yourself?" "Well, myself without the cape, mind you!" A mumbled curse barely escaped his lips, which he quickly rephrased as a silent "You're an idiot. That coin was one of the only ones left." For that one little second, in that dim hallway, Spender had for a first time in his recent memory given up a bit of hope.
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