Re: Epic Clash Final Round - Mnemonocyst Bearers
01-08-2011, 06:13 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
The sound of a sewing machine echoed through the air, as the fuzzy white void he had been staring up into seemingly began to take shape again. Sunlight filled in the unsuspecting room, falling on a roll of strangely colored fabric. A very vivid purple, clearly selected with royalty in mind sat on the table as a tailor busily clicked the old sewing machine's foot pedal methodically.
Several pins stuck out of his mouth as focused intently on the task at hand. It was a simple mantle being made, but it seemed the person it was made for was one of great importance, the slightest slip, and he'd have to start over.
Glere's head was tilted with strange fascination at the scene, vaguely recalling it, but it was strange seeing it so vivid. It would be akin to a normal person recalling emerging from the womb of their mother, or being held by a parent.
It evaporated upon contact, however, as Glere tried to touch it, realizing this was just an illusion. For the first time something akin to sorrow appeared on his face, and even more distressing, he wasn't sure why.
Flames, lots of flames. Rocky formations, non-eucledian arrangements of pillars curving around and around, intersecting, then burrowing back into the dull gray they emerged from. It sure was boring here. But that was easily fixed by a loud explosion, disrupting the illusion a bit. Keegan looked about, trying to find the other contestant he had been sent here with. It wasn't much sport if there was no one to engage, let alone to chide, or even hassle.
Nearby Enders looked at him from their perches admist the rocky landscape, giving something of a glare of apathy mixed with loathing. He remembered the looks well, even amidst his kind he was considered gifted, only he squandered his talent on such pursuits as 'Make the biggest fireball you can'. He chuckled, forming a large ball of fire, doing a handstand, then kicking it into another illusion, watching it explode into sparks. He cracked his neck, walking out of the area, onto an undeveloped portion of asteroid as of yet.
He looked up at the adjacent asteroid and smirked, somewhere he could tell Tevial was gazing over their way, and it was killing him there fight had been interrupted.
"Don't worry, we'll have our fun soon enough, but now, time to see who today's newest chaff is." He darted off sprinting before doing a somersault through the air and whistling, before landing on the back of his war horse, the hooves snapping against the writhing Asteroid, the scenery beginning to expand around them as they traveled further.
The sound of a sewing machine echoed through the air, as the fuzzy white void he had been staring up into seemingly began to take shape again. Sunlight filled in the unsuspecting room, falling on a roll of strangely colored fabric. A very vivid purple, clearly selected with royalty in mind sat on the table as a tailor busily clicked the old sewing machine's foot pedal methodically.
Several pins stuck out of his mouth as focused intently on the task at hand. It was a simple mantle being made, but it seemed the person it was made for was one of great importance, the slightest slip, and he'd have to start over.
Glere's head was tilted with strange fascination at the scene, vaguely recalling it, but it was strange seeing it so vivid. It would be akin to a normal person recalling emerging from the womb of their mother, or being held by a parent.
It evaporated upon contact, however, as Glere tried to touch it, realizing this was just an illusion. For the first time something akin to sorrow appeared on his face, and even more distressing, he wasn't sure why.
Flames, lots of flames. Rocky formations, non-eucledian arrangements of pillars curving around and around, intersecting, then burrowing back into the dull gray they emerged from. It sure was boring here. But that was easily fixed by a loud explosion, disrupting the illusion a bit. Keegan looked about, trying to find the other contestant he had been sent here with. It wasn't much sport if there was no one to engage, let alone to chide, or even hassle.
Nearby Enders looked at him from their perches admist the rocky landscape, giving something of a glare of apathy mixed with loathing. He remembered the looks well, even amidst his kind he was considered gifted, only he squandered his talent on such pursuits as 'Make the biggest fireball you can'. He chuckled, forming a large ball of fire, doing a handstand, then kicking it into another illusion, watching it explode into sparks. He cracked his neck, walking out of the area, onto an undeveloped portion of asteroid as of yet.
He looked up at the adjacent asteroid and smirked, somewhere he could tell Tevial was gazing over their way, and it was killing him there fight had been interrupted.
"Don't worry, we'll have our fun soon enough, but now, time to see who today's newest chaff is." He darted off sprinting before doing a somersault through the air and whistling, before landing on the back of his war horse, the hooves snapping against the writhing Asteroid, the scenery beginning to expand around them as they traveled further.