RE: The Atavist's Tryst - Round 1: The Ljinstal Underground (S?)
10-21-2013, 09:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-21-2013, 09:29 AM by Romythered.)
"Ugh! My Eyes!"
The young man buried his face in the book he was reading, lest any of his three optical organs continue to experience the pain the sudden lighting in the chamber caused. Of course, he knew this was only a temporary measure. He had to put the book down at some point, or it was very likely something more physically substantial would be causing him pain soon.
On the other hand, he knew something else had to happen first.
"...Samael, unless you want both of us to be blinded, can you PLEASE return my vision to its normal spectrum..." Satu asked, his voice slightly muffled by the book.
A slight pain shot through Satu's optic nerve, and he stopped being able to see anything but darkness. Good. N... ow I guess I'd better... see what those lights are... Satu thought, halting at points as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't something horrible and bad for his health. With a quiet groan, he slowly lowered his book to find...
"...what the bloody, frozen hell is...?" was the only thing he managed to get out before he stopped being able to speak. he had exited the tunnel he was in to find an incredibly large plaza - maybe a station...? from before whatever disaster that damn Grandmaster mentioned... - which had been partially destroyed by what appeared to be a... a...
...what the hell IS that???? Satu wondered, unable to look away. An enormous structure, covered in strange markings, carvings, and the like appeared to have fallen from a great height, with the impact destroying much of the plaza. An immense crowd of people surrou... an...
an immense...
a n...
Satu looked at his book and realized he was shaking badly. There were too many people. It was far too crowded, he couldn't go over there. He couldn't deal. no way. no way. no way no way no way n o w a y could he manage to keep his cool. Without even thinking, the book-lover had begun to back away from the plaza.
Then, pain. Sharp pain. Severe pain. A kind of pain he knew, but experienced only rarely. He barely managed to hold back a scream as he fell to his knees, his head splitting open. The Third Eye that possessed its own will cried blood instead of tears. It would not be able to use its powers without more pain for a short time, at the least. But it had accomplished its purpose. Opening his eyes, Satu found that Samael had given his own opinion.
Using its telekinetic powers to forcibly compress parts of the steel and concrete that made up the ground, it had left a message in archaic characters that few other than Satu could read.
Then Be A Coward
Flee Into Darkness
Have Fun Finding Food
Satu moaned. "T...hat's... not even a proper haiku, Samael... you forgot a seasonal reference..."
gritting his teeth, the booklover slowly regained his footing, holding his head as the side effect of samael's reckless stunt tormented him: a horrible headache that would likely last for at least the rest of the day.
"...Still, you're... right... I g uess..." Satu mumbled as he slowly lurched towards the crowd and more importantly, the strange structure.
"...I hate it... when you're right..."
The young man buried his face in the book he was reading, lest any of his three optical organs continue to experience the pain the sudden lighting in the chamber caused. Of course, he knew this was only a temporary measure. He had to put the book down at some point, or it was very likely something more physically substantial would be causing him pain soon.
On the other hand, he knew something else had to happen first.
"...Samael, unless you want both of us to be blinded, can you PLEASE return my vision to its normal spectrum..." Satu asked, his voice slightly muffled by the book.
A slight pain shot through Satu's optic nerve, and he stopped being able to see anything but darkness. Good. N... ow I guess I'd better... see what those lights are... Satu thought, halting at points as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't something horrible and bad for his health. With a quiet groan, he slowly lowered his book to find...
"...what the bloody, frozen hell is...?" was the only thing he managed to get out before he stopped being able to speak. he had exited the tunnel he was in to find an incredibly large plaza - maybe a station...? from before whatever disaster that damn Grandmaster mentioned... - which had been partially destroyed by what appeared to be a... a...
...what the hell IS that???? Satu wondered, unable to look away. An enormous structure, covered in strange markings, carvings, and the like appeared to have fallen from a great height, with the impact destroying much of the plaza. An immense crowd of people surrou... an...
an immense...
a n...
Satu looked at his book and realized he was shaking badly. There were too many people. It was far too crowded, he couldn't go over there. He couldn't deal. no way. no way. no way no way no way n o w a y could he manage to keep his cool. Without even thinking, the book-lover had begun to back away from the plaza.
Then, pain. Sharp pain. Severe pain. A kind of pain he knew, but experienced only rarely. He barely managed to hold back a scream as he fell to his knees, his head splitting open. The Third Eye that possessed its own will cried blood instead of tears. It would not be able to use its powers without more pain for a short time, at the least. But it had accomplished its purpose. Opening his eyes, Satu found that Samael had given his own opinion.
Using its telekinetic powers to forcibly compress parts of the steel and concrete that made up the ground, it had left a message in archaic characters that few other than Satu could read.
Then Be A Coward
Flee Into Darkness
Have Fun Finding Food
Satu moaned. "T...hat's... not even a proper haiku, Samael... you forgot a seasonal reference..."
gritting his teeth, the booklover slowly regained his footing, holding his head as the side effect of samael's reckless stunt tormented him: a horrible headache that would likely last for at least the rest of the day.
"...Still, you're... right... I g uess..." Satu mumbled as he slowly lurched towards the crowd and more importantly, the strange structure.
"...I hate it... when you're right..."