RE: Super Otaku Brawl - Round One: Traverse Town
06-25-2014, 04:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2014, 04:37 AM by SleepingOrange.)
Nancy had been wanting to scream since she'd found herself surrounded by blackness, and the urge had only gotten stronger as the shadow had continued to speak. She was nearly senseless with terror by the time she'd been dropped into Traverse Town. The scream itself caught in her throat as soon as she had throat enough to scream, and she collapsed with a little noise halfway between a retch and a gurgle. Her Remington-Rand No. 3 clanged against the floor, much louder than she'd managed to be.
So, this was adventure. Being abducted by some sort of god or monster and told to fight to the death. She wrapped her arms around her head and squeezed her eyes shut, as if ignoring everything hard enough would make it all go away. Maybe if she'd actually had the courage to seek out adventure on her own, she wouldn't have been forced into this one. Or maybe that was a really stupid thing to think. It didn't matter; she was going to die now. Just- just like...
That admittedly-unhelpful train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of something nearby moving. Several somethings, actually. She curled up into a ball, squeezing her head tighter, and tried not to breathe; maybe it was best that she die right here and now rather than suffer through some kind of battle. It wasn't as though she had any chance to survive against people who commanded the darkness, or couldn't be killed, or were giant purple monsters in blocks of amber. She just didn't want to have to see herself being killed.
Whatever it was, or they were, moved closer. She heard the creak of a door being pushed open, and she shook as it drew level with her. This was it. She just hoped it would be quick. She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of crying or begging, but she certainly wasn't going to bother running either. She accepted her fate.
In spite of herself, Nancy yelped and scrambled backwards when she felt something pressed against her face. Something... cold. And wet. Reluctantly, she faced her attacker, pulling her typewriter close.
It was a dog. It was two dogs, actually. Dalmatians. Purebreds, by the look of it. The one in the red collar had its head down nonthreateningly and its tail slowly wagging, and it was moving towards her. The one in the blue collar was hanging back, watching Nancy warily. It was just dogs.
Absently, she reached out and rubbed the dalmatian behind its ears; it looked like death wouldn't be coming quite yet. She quietly took stock of her new surroundings as she stroked the dog; her back was up against a piano, there was sheet music scattered and stacked all over the place, and a number of instruments were jammed into every nook and cranny. The overall atmosphere was of a cozy, homey sort of chaos, and–
Wait... Wasn't one of the people killing her an animal? That could be any animal? She pulled back again, hands shaking.
Why did everything have to go wrong?
So, this was adventure. Being abducted by some sort of god or monster and told to fight to the death. She wrapped her arms around her head and squeezed her eyes shut, as if ignoring everything hard enough would make it all go away. Maybe if she'd actually had the courage to seek out adventure on her own, she wouldn't have been forced into this one. Or maybe that was a really stupid thing to think. It didn't matter; she was going to die now. Just- just like...
That admittedly-unhelpful train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of something nearby moving. Several somethings, actually. She curled up into a ball, squeezing her head tighter, and tried not to breathe; maybe it was best that she die right here and now rather than suffer through some kind of battle. It wasn't as though she had any chance to survive against people who commanded the darkness, or couldn't be killed, or were giant purple monsters in blocks of amber. She just didn't want to have to see herself being killed.
Whatever it was, or they were, moved closer. She heard the creak of a door being pushed open, and she shook as it drew level with her. This was it. She just hoped it would be quick. She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of crying or begging, but she certainly wasn't going to bother running either. She accepted her fate.
In spite of herself, Nancy yelped and scrambled backwards when she felt something pressed against her face. Something... cold. And wet. Reluctantly, she faced her attacker, pulling her typewriter close.
It was a dog. It was two dogs, actually. Dalmatians. Purebreds, by the look of it. The one in the red collar had its head down nonthreateningly and its tail slowly wagging, and it was moving towards her. The one in the blue collar was hanging back, watching Nancy warily. It was just dogs.
Absently, she reached out and rubbed the dalmatian behind its ears; it looked like death wouldn't be coming quite yet. She quietly took stock of her new surroundings as she stroked the dog; her back was up against a piano, there was sheet music scattered and stacked all over the place, and a number of instruments were jammed into every nook and cranny. The overall atmosphere was of a cozy, homey sort of chaos, and–
Wait... Wasn't one of the people killing her an animal? That could be any animal? She pulled back again, hands shaking.
Why did everything have to go wrong?