Re: Epic Clash Final Round - Mnemonocyst Bearers
05-08-2011, 12:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
"Good day, my compatriot in crazy!"
The piles of weaponry, armour, treasure, junk, explosives, and bodies rapidly rearranged themselves round the tumbling Overseer. They danced disembodied through the depths of the cape, reconfiguring into a tunnel of detritus with the square of opened cape far above.
The square became a sliver, then a warped line, then black. There was a snap, bringing to sourceless light one irate Grandmaster standing nowhere. His wary gaze bled outward as he eyed the slowed-down swirl of trash.
Bryce scowled. He wasn’t looking forward to that condescending frigid bitch finding out about this.
While he tried to figure out whether it’d be better or worse if Miles somehow came to his rescue, a disembodied voice hooted with laughter. "You think this is funny!?" snarled the Grandmaster.
"I’m of the school of thought that any hoisting is a good cause for laughter. In fact, I’m sure I had an actual petard round here somewhere- no wait, that’s just a grenade…"
"Glere. Let me out of here."
"Shan’t. Or, y’know, can’t. Spender’s still got a hold of me; we’ve been here all of what? A thousandth of a heartbeat? Say, do you even have a heartbeat? Would you mind terribly if I… tore it from your chest and borrowed it a moment?"
"There’s no need for this, Glere. Whatever happens next, it’s not gonna kill me. You just threw away your life on some futile plan of Packston’s."
"Pfft. So I could’ve killed him! So what, there’s no fun in finishing off an Epic Clash with an actual clash! That’d just be stale and predictable. Trust me, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather drag out my final moments with. This works great. I’ve had my fun."
"I-"
"Nononono. No getting emotional about it. Only burning in hell now, you hear me?"
The hammerspace beast’s hoots broke into a crackling roar, as fire crept into the peripheries of Bryce’s vision. Somewhere behind him, a grenade exploded in the rising heat.
-----
Bern kept his hands clamped around the flaming wad of cloth, until it was reduced to ash. One surviving corner was examined, before a lone firecracker snuck out of it and screamed over Spender’s head. Thomas destroyed the last of the cape.
The rocket snaked starward, bursting after a moment with a boom into a shower of sparks. When the afterimage had faded and the trio looked down again, there stood the Chronicler. His eyes nervously flickered between the two memories, before reluctantly settling on Thomas. The man glared back.
"We’re done."
"Good day, my compatriot in crazy!"
The piles of weaponry, armour, treasure, junk, explosives, and bodies rapidly rearranged themselves round the tumbling Overseer. They danced disembodied through the depths of the cape, reconfiguring into a tunnel of detritus with the square of opened cape far above.
The square became a sliver, then a warped line, then black. There was a snap, bringing to sourceless light one irate Grandmaster standing nowhere. His wary gaze bled outward as he eyed the slowed-down swirl of trash.
Bryce scowled. He wasn’t looking forward to that condescending frigid bitch finding out about this.
While he tried to figure out whether it’d be better or worse if Miles somehow came to his rescue, a disembodied voice hooted with laughter. "You think this is funny!?" snarled the Grandmaster.
"I’m of the school of thought that any hoisting is a good cause for laughter. In fact, I’m sure I had an actual petard round here somewhere- no wait, that’s just a grenade…"
"Glere. Let me out of here."
"Shan’t. Or, y’know, can’t. Spender’s still got a hold of me; we’ve been here all of what? A thousandth of a heartbeat? Say, do you even have a heartbeat? Would you mind terribly if I… tore it from your chest and borrowed it a moment?"
"There’s no need for this, Glere. Whatever happens next, it’s not gonna kill me. You just threw away your life on some futile plan of Packston’s."
"Pfft. So I could’ve killed him! So what, there’s no fun in finishing off an Epic Clash with an actual clash! That’d just be stale and predictable. Trust me, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather drag out my final moments with. This works great. I’ve had my fun."
"I-"
"Nononono. No getting emotional about it. Only burning in hell now, you hear me?"
The hammerspace beast’s hoots broke into a crackling roar, as fire crept into the peripheries of Bryce’s vision. Somewhere behind him, a grenade exploded in the rising heat.
-----
Bern kept his hands clamped around the flaming wad of cloth, until it was reduced to ash. One surviving corner was examined, before a lone firecracker snuck out of it and screamed over Spender’s head. Thomas destroyed the last of the cape.
The rocket snaked starward, bursting after a moment with a boom into a shower of sparks. When the afterimage had faded and the trio looked down again, there stood the Chronicler. His eyes nervously flickered between the two memories, before reluctantly settling on Thomas. The man glared back.
"We’re done."
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow