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GBCE · 02-04-2010, 08:50 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.

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The Manikin burst through a fragile glass frame, skidding to a stop in front of a reflectionless doll. It felt no fear in confronting these glass men, somehow. Perhaps it was because they were entirely passive until they took form, or because they were so similar to the manikin that the manikin felt already familiar with them. Knowledge does drown out fear, after all. And, without fear, nothing held the manikin back. The glass man began to turn, to face the manikin. All it saw, if it could see in the first place, was the Manikin's gaping chest mouth clamp down around it's front. The glass man shattered instantly, and rained down on the floor. The manikin spared no pieces, though. It made sure it devoured the entire entity. Then, it sat.

Inside, the glass melted away, becoming more of the indefinite material the Manikin was made of. Beyond it's physical nature, the glass man also held something else the Manikin absorbed- a desire. It was a boundless, obsessive desire, the desire to become... Someone, something, beyond an empty husk. This feeling easily imprinted itself into the manikin's mind- it was one that it had already begun to formulate itself, and all the glass man's desire did was Give the manikin's idea clear focus.

Yes, the manikin was sure now, that it wanted to become somebody. Who, though? One of the other moving lives? No, that wouldn't be right. That wouldn't be the manikin's own "somebody", but a "sombody" already defined. Still, the other moving lives held it's interest. They were wildly diverse feeling, and definitely had a potential wealth of information. Perhaps if the manikin could know the others better, it would know enough that it could piece it's own self together.

MalkyTop · 02-04-2010, 08:55 PM

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GBCE · 02-04-2010, 08:59 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.

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GBCE · 02-04-2010, 10:02 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.

Alex followed behind the manikin slowly, using his sword to look around corners hoping they couldn't emulate him if they only see part of him. he was not sure they were evil but they were definitely twisted. a product of the world they live in. if any were moved to a world not of glass they would probably be much nicer. but as it stands it's them or him, and he would prefer him. he walked in on the manikin hoovering up the shards of a glass-man and then sitting. it's... skin? shiffted to a glass for a moment then was back to normal. this was starting to clue alex in to how it worked. it killed a bug, then suddenly it had bug-eyes. it kills a glass-man and it becomes reflective, even if it was temporary. he walked to the front of it and looked at it's head and surprise! it's eyes were gone. so it's changing ability is controlled and not just turn into what ever it eats. it ha so far not actively targeted him, and he hopped it stayed that way. and in spite of the fact would would not likely respond "so what did get out of it?"

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MalkyTop · 02-05-2010, 08:27 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

"Eat it! EAT IT! IT'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY! WHY WON'T YOU EAT?!"

"Get offa it, lassie!"

Once Annabell was certain that the glass clone wouldn't swallow the bottle of pills she was trying to shove in its mouth, she decided instead to start firing randomly with her flamethrower, melting the faces of the many Vasilys and Jordans. It was very disconcerting to the two males standing awkwardly behind her. At least she seemed to be driving them back alright.

But then, she started running about in the mob in order to feed everybody pills/burn them to death. Unfortunately, the many glass men swarmed her easily and piled onto her like in so many football games.

"Annabell!" Vasily moved to try to rescue her, but there were too many glass clones in the way. As they advanced to take the remaining two, Vasily tried to fight his way through, but it was hard to punch glass, even harder when they shared your (handsome) face.

After almost breaking his knuckles, one glass man finally just let its hands lose shape and encased Vasily's hands. Some approached to do the same to Jordan, but the boy, eyes widening in fear, desperately started melting some of the glass people as a distraction before running off.

"After him!" Glass-Annabell shouted needlessly, as a few of the Jordans and Vasilys were already taking chase. "And bring these outsiders back in!"

The pile picked itself up to reveal Annabell bound in the same way, though looking strangely calm and distant. It seemed that in the struggle, Annabell accidentally swallowed her own pills. She giggled as the two of them were dragged back to the alter.

The glass person who was on the alter before was already shattered. Glass-Annabell swept aside the shards and Annabell was lain on the alter. Everybody sat down except for Glass-Annabell, Vasily, and his guard.

Glass-Annabell posed dramatically, arms outstretched, as the shards on the ground appeared to throw a myriad of colors onto her.

"The outsiders have come!" Her voice rang against the glass. The audience was silent, just taking in her speech. "I assume you all know what has been told. The outsiders will ruin us. But why should we stand idly by, simply accepting this to be true? We have captured some, we will capture the others! They are at our mercy, and we can stop this prophecy right now. Let us sacrifice them." And here, she drew the glass knife once more. "After that, how can they cause trouble?"

As Annabell ogled the rather nice and sparkly knife, Vasily began to struggle against his restraints, only managing to twist his arm. "No! Don' do this! We didn' come t' harm any o' ya!"

"It doesn't matter what your intentions are. Only the outcome matters. And I am about to create a new outcome."

And Glass-Annabell plunged her knife into Annabell's gut. The girl looked rather surprised for a moment, strange black ooze starting to gush out her wound, but all in all, seemed rather unconcerned about the knife that was now gutting her. The black ooze pooled on the floor as Vasily looked on, horrified, paralyzed. Annabell grew limp.

Something else fell from Annabell's body. It looked like a violet disc, rather harmless. But the disc grew and split into two, one remaining on the ground while the other floated a few feet above. A wall connected the two discs. Everybody watched this large cylinder, rather confused, until the wall retracted. Annabell stood there, looking rather lively for someone who was just gutted.

"Wh-what...?" Glass-Annabell stuttered, summarizing the thoughts of everybody in the room. Annabell payed no attention to her dead clone or her glass clone and ran to the nearest wall to ogle it in wonder.

As Vasily was wondering what exactly Annabell really was, the wall behind Glass-Annabell began to change. The symbol was darkening, as though the color was being sucked out of the glass. As this darkness spread, the whole room became dark.

And then the glass started to shatter.

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GBCE · 02-05-2010, 08:46 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by Red Herring.

Vasily took instant advantage of the en masse glass shattering, and upon the breaking of his handcuffs, his hands lept towards the sword tied haphazardly to his waist, which he proceeded to unsheathe and wave in the air in front of him. Had a camera been present, and had lighting been better than total darkness, presumably it would have zoomed in upon the grizzled pirate's face and granted him a most generous closeup as he said the following: "Right 'en. Time tae kick some glass," he roared, removing a small match he used for the lighting of cigars and striking it on a nearby surface.

The light from the match was barely enough to see, but it granted Vasily the vision he needed to strike at his opponents - and 'twas not just his opponents he was lashing out against, but the entirety of the glass structure as a whole. With extraordinary finesse, he attempted to accelerate the shattering of the glass, dealing blow after blow to the glass horde - though, to be fair, the vast majority of their casualties were caused by the outside force, not by his efforts. Still, he understood well that to be a hero meant to struggle against your enemy even when it seemed foolish to do such a thing. After all, there was a hot babe in danger, and where there were hot babes, there was sure to be . . .

CPT. VASILY RURIKOVICH,
PIRATE ADVENTURER

With that vitally important thing out of the way (drama is everything, mind), Vasily moved to grab Anabelle and pull her away from whatever strange, foreign thing that was near her. Hopefully she would come willingly, but if not, there was always room for Vasily. Always room![/color]

MalkyTop · 02-06-2010, 02:33 PM

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The darkness took shape as...some smokey, red-eyed, snarling hell-hound. It was huge and moved slowly, but every lope it made covered a very significant distance. It trailed smoke that seemed to leak into the glass, shattering it, leaving behind...nothing? Vasily didn't want to find out.

He continued to run, dragging a stumbling Annabell, back through the bright, colorful hallway. The raging beast behind seemed to be busy devouring all the glass. Hopefully, it would stay that way.

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"Did you hear that?"

Lissa was Lainey once more. Glass-Lainey seemed to have disappeared entirely, and with her ditzy personality, it wasn't like many people would mistake her for the real one.

"A howl, or something." Actually, it sounded more like a hellish howl, the howl of the hunt, a howl confident that it was on your trail and about to catch you and disembowel you and stick your head on a pike, but you could probably forgive non-canines for not knowing the nuances of the howl.

"I doubt these people have a pet dog." Right looked down both ends of the hallway, trying to figure out which way the sound had come from, but it was hopeless. "I wonder if they ever found an exit."

"If they did, I hope they left it open for us."

"Blah blah blah, come on, let's go already." They started walking once more, paying attention to any more dreadful howls or signs of the others.

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Nopad · 02-07-2010, 12:12 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by Nopad.

Red Herring Wrote:there was always room for Vasily. Always room!

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SleepingOrange · 02-07-2010, 12:17 AM

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SleepingOrange · 02-07-2010, 04:21 AM

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MalkyTop · 02-07-2010, 12:06 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

The floor was starting to shake. This was rather disconcerting.

"We'd better...hurry up." This was met to much agreement and they started taking longer strides, then outright running.

Which was why they almost ran right into Alex and the Manikin.

Alex reacted quickly and jumped into a defensive stance while Yume and Eemp jumped backwards to avoid being accidentally sliced. They stood in awkward silence, remembering that the glass people could disguise themselves near perfectly. But then Rong just went ahead and started to attack, firing a large fireball that Alex dodged by jumping aside, though he tried to take advantage of it by trying to let his sword absorb at least some of the fire.

Rong would have continued to attack, but Eemp prevented her, using whatever power it was that damn wizard embedded it with. She visibly strained against an invisible force before giving up, sullenly becoming inactive once more.

Alex sheathed his sword again, a slightly worried smile on his face. "Well, I suppose glass can't breathe fire. You must be re-" Lainey's hand shot out to squeeze Alex's, and she only held it tightly for a few seconds before stepping back.

"Flesh, not glass," she announced. "What about that mannequin?"

"Not glass," Alex said with certainty, and she shrugged as if to say 'if you say so.'

"You haven't happened to have found an exit, have you?" Right asked, trying not to look at Rong. But before Alex could shake his head, another sound came from down the hallway. The pattering of feet and the sound of malicious baying.

The Manikin jumped up to its feet and started to run just as Vasily came into view, dragging behind Annabell, who looked happy for the most part, though slightly confused.

"What're ye standin' 'round fer? Run!" the pirate shouted as they passed the group, who turned to see what they were supposed to be running from, out of curiosity.

As soon as they saw the snarling face, the snapping teeth and, most importantly, the collapsing floor, they began to run as well. The hell-dog was still a bit slow, meaning they managed to put quite a distance between them, but they still had to find an exit before they were engulfed.

As they continued running, Glass-Lainey suddenly appeared, eyes fearful. Alex and Vasily gripped their swords tightly, but Lainey called out, "It's okay! I hope."

"This way!" she cried, before turning down another hallway. They instinctively followed her down. Though it almost looked as though it was a dead end, the arch gave it away as a large double-door. Glass-Lainey continued to shout, "Over here!" and she was about to push open the doors when Glass Annabell suddenly came out from a side door, having apparently taken a shortcut, before stabbing Glass-Lainey forcibly with her knife. With a gasp, Glass-Lainey crumpled to the ground and shattered.

The group stopped as Glass-Annabell swung her knife towards them.

"You are not leaving," she said coldly. "If we must go down, then you will go down with us."

"An' wha' makes ye think ye can stand up tae all o' us?" Vasily growled back.

"Simple," Glass-Annabell smiled at a private joke. Suddenly, the glass shards that used to be Lainey rose up and pointed towards the group, their sharp ends glinting slightly. "I control the glass."

The hell-beast howled once more, ready to devour the world. The Manikin, a bit unsure why everybody stopped, tried to run for the door again. The glass floor seemed to reach up to grab its feet, but it broke the restraint easily. Still, it was slowed down enough for the glass to continue grabbing until eventually, it engulfed the Manikin all the way to its waist.

Glass-Annabell smiled wickedly. "You see?"

The baying sounded uncomfortably close.

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SleepingOrange · 02-07-2010, 12:36 PM

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MalkyTop · 02-08-2010, 11:40 AM

Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

The Manikin struggled before attempting to eat its way out, but Glass-Annabell simply replaced the eaten glass. The floor also reached up to swallow everybody's feet.

Confidently, Rong blasted some fire towards the impostor Annabell. The heat did cause the walls to sag and Glass-Annabell to recoil. It also caused the restraints to weaken.

Glass-Annabell shot two glass rings towards Eemp, one tightening around Rong's snout and the other around Right's, just in case. They struggled with these uncomfortably tight restraints, Rong snorting angrily. But in the meantime, everybody had taken the chance to break free, although some were immediately caught again. Eemp couldn't move fast enough before its feet were encased in glass once more. Annabell wandered slowly over to the wall and so was an easy target. The Manikin made for the exit and once again was caught in the same manner. Vasily ran as fast as he could to get in an attack, but as soon as he stopped to slice at Glass-Annabell, he was caught once more. He pinwheeled his arms as Glass-Annabell moved him backwards.

However, Alex had set his sword to Wind and Lainey turned into Yume who in turn shapeshifted to her more streamlined and nimble form and both were moving constantly, avoiding touching the glass for more than a few seconds. At this speed though, it was hard to get in a very strong attack. Glass-Annabell was simply either tackled by Yume or chipped away by Alex. She could easily fix her wounds of course, but notches in her form kept appearing as fast as she could heal.

At first, she tried to catch them where she saw them land in vain. Then she tried to raise bumps on the floors and walls to trip them up, but they easily jumped over them. Glass-Annabell started to look desperate, trying to follow the two with her eyes, failing to think of a plan, until finally, "Stop!" she gasped.

Yume and Alex decidedly did not stop. As Glass-Annabell stumbled under the attacks, she shouted out "Look at your friends!"

Everybody, even Eemp and the Manikin, were getting completely engulfed by glass. The Manikin was already almost completely covered. Eemp, being the shortest, was almost covered as well, its smiling face still calm, as though confident everything was alright. Right and Rong, their muffled shouts sounding rather disconcerted, were reaching up high to try to avoid the glass. It looked almost ridiculous, as though Eemp was yawning.

Yume and Alex did not stop moving around, though they did stop attacking. Glass-Annabell panted, but her grin was back. "You see, they'll suffocate. I'll only stop once you stop moving around."

"Then we'll jus' get eat'n by tha' hell-beast back thar!" As if agreeing with this statement, the hell-beast let out another hungry howl.

"Well," Glass-Annabell's grin grew wider. "At least then your death will be quick. So." And she outstretched her arm dramatically, pointing the knife at each of the glass mounds. "What will you do?"

This was the chance the two were looking for. Alex jumped down and sliced off Glass-Annabell's hand with ease. She cried out with surprise as the knife and hand pinwheeled in the air before being caught by a now-human Yume. Glass was already trapping her legs, but it didn't matter now. She stabbed Glass-Annabell, who looked down at the wound in disbelief as the cracks spread before completely collapsing.

"Come on!" Yume called out, opening the door as the glass receded back to the floor.

"No." Everybody turned in answer to the ghastly voice.

It was Glass-Annabell again, but made up of the shards that had fallen to the ground. She looked a mix of Annabell and Lainey, wickedly grinning while fearfully staring at the same time. "I'm sorry," one side of the face seemed to say while the other said, "I toLd yOU...i coNTroL tHe GlaSS..."

The mix of glass shards stumbled towards them, shards falling off as other shards picked themselves up and attached to the creature.

"Oh jus' shut up already," Vasily scowled before booting Annaley down the hall where she tottered a bit before being caught in the maw of the hell-beast.

Everybody seemed to freeze for a few seconds as it seemed to happily devour the collection of shards before running out the door onto the grass...glass...glass grass.

Alex's attention was caught by loud muffled shouts. Back at the door, Eemp was standing, his smile somehow looking pleading. "What are you doing?" the knight shouted. "Go! We've gotta..." he trailed off, staring down at its feet. Cloth feet. Which wouldn't do well on jagged, broken glass.

Without hesitation, the knight sheathed his sword and ran back to let Eemp on his back. He almost stumbled. The straw doll weighed a little more than he expected.

As he ran once more to make up for the lost ground, Right and Rong coiled around his arms for more stability. Judging from the urgency of their muffled shouts and the baying, the hell-beast was not far behind.

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GBCE · 02-08-2010, 03:30 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.

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MalkyTop · 02-08-2010, 03:33 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.

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Dragon Fogel · 02-08-2010, 05:03 PM

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GBCE · 02-08-2010, 05:26 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.

The beast bounded after the runners. It was a monstrosity in any being's eyes, including the manikin's, eyes that didn't currently exist. Part of the reason why it was terrifying was because it was already a very scary looking thing. But, layered on top of that scariness, was the fact that light did not seem to exist near it, that it was a ghostly undefined beast of darkness. What happens, when one can't rely on eyes to conjure images? Imagination takes overlays perception. If you looked at the hellbeast, all you would see would be something you would be sure you didn't want to see.

In The Manikin's case, it saw nothing. Well, not exactly nothing, but it sensed a gaping void in it's life sense, the same feeling it had when it had stared into the darkness earlier. The Manikin was inclined to imagine that the darkness had followed it, chased it through the changed environment. The manikin had run then, and it saw no reason not to do the same now.

The beast continued forward, slightly slower now, pressing it's appendages against the glassy ground. Around it, light disappeared, and without the light, the glass lost all solidity. It's ability made sense, in a way- it was the antithesis of the glass, something clearly suitable for a glass kingdom's apocalypse. The beast seemed to skate forward on the liquid, empty glass, as it swallowed more and more light. Behind it, the foundations of the castle liquidated, and the magnificent cathedral began crashing down.

Unfortunately, one is usually much slower of a runner when one can't see where one is going. The manikin had failed to notice the ground losing form, bending, twisting as if it were shaking in the wind. It tumbled as it's foot caught a fold in the ground and slid across the floor. Alex may have been inclined to help it up, as he had been very adamant on guiding the manikin before, but amidst the sound of smashing glass and the fact that he was carrying dragons he did not notice the manikin's stumble.

The manikin sunk into the glass, now, as if it were tar. Try as it might, the viscosity of the lightless glass denied it of motion. Wildly, it bared it's teeth and bit.

The manikin's rampant eating revealed that it was surrounded with Glass. The manikin knew the sensation of glass, but did not quite understand why it moved, or why it was dragging the manikin down. As far as it knew, lifeless objects did not move, unless living objects moved them. Then, logically, it would be the life, or the antilife that moved the glass, even if the manikin didn't know how. Indeed, the manikin was simple minded, but that didn't mean it was any less correct. Simplicity entailed clarity, after all.
Still, even knowing the source of it's confinement, what could the manikin do? It knew it was trapped, and had learned that eating was getting it nowhere. In fact, eating may have made the situation worse!
Then, it wondered if being trapped like this was such a bad thing. The manikin honestly didn't feel any danger from the glass, and probably shouldn't have, considering that it had no need to breath. In fact, the glass was several times safer seeming than the monster that came it's way. However, it realized that it did fear the glass. The glass trapped it, held it in place. Each moment, the manikin was becoming more and more trapped. Soon, it wouldn't be able to move at all.
What would happen, then? The manikin would be trapped completely, unable to move even minutely. And then, what more would happen? Nothing. The manikin would be trapped forever, without anything but it's own thoughts.
That was unacceptable. Above all, the manikin desired to grow. The very idea of nothing disturbed it's very being.
It needed to get out, and quickly. But how? below the shoulders, it had no motor capacity. shifting it's bodily mass upwards was no good as well, as the glass was completely stopping it's flow. What could it do?

The beast was right in front of the manikin now, and opened it's jaws, and slowly, delicately placed them around the manikin's head.

The manikin came to a decision in that instant. It wasn't one it liked, but one that it believed had the possibility of success, hope. looked into itself, and concentrated as much of it's life as it could into a small mass, and moved it slowly to it's head. Then, the jaws of the beast came down, and the head rolled around in the beast's mouth. Neither part of the manikin moved at all.

Suddenly, the head swelled into a fleshy mass, slowly stabilizing itself inside the beast. Inside the glass water, the manikin's body also retained semblance of life. It had successfully split itself in two.

MalkyTop · 02-08-2010, 10:05 PM

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GBCE · 02-08-2010, 10:13 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.

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SleepingOrange · 02-10-2010, 09:04 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.

A lone glass-man in the shape of Vasily sat in the ruins of the main chapel. All around him were the broken pieces of his friends and neighbors, shattered bits of his home and faith, and splinters that could only be described as a very unsubtle allegory for his life. He stared at his hands, turning them over and over and wondering what good being unique was when there weren't other, less unique, people to be individual at. He sighed and stood up, staring around and wondering when The Shatterer would be back to finish him and the cathedral after dealing with the outsiders.

Something caught his eye among the scintillating shards; near the remains of the altar and the corpse of the purple woman was a plastic disc, apparently shielded from harm by its erstwhile owner's torso; it had collapsed back to this state after dispensing the copy of her, and had apparently been forgotten in the hubbub. Glassily cleared the debris and corpse off of it, and picked it up curiously. After examining it for a few moments, he realized that it was probably the reason the sacrifice had failed. It was this thing's fault his world was dying around him. His face twisted into a rictus of rage, and he flung it with all his new body's strength at one of the remaining walls; the disc chipped and fell to the ground, and he stumbled over the debris around him, making straight for the innocuous purple object. The glass-man brought his foot down on it as hard as he could, grinning with satisfaction as the disc shattered, satisfied even as he heard the click of his ankle cracking. He was about to die anyway; what did he care about an ankle, one way or the other?

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Most of the group was running, loping, or stumbing across the rolling glass fields; the glass grass was sharp, but thin and fragile, so all of the shod contestants had little trouble traveling across it. An occasional glance thrown backwards revealed that their pursuer had slowed, then stopped, and was whipping its head back and forth in apparent discomfort. It bayed loudly, then curled its head downwards and retched repeatedly, eventually vomiting up... A large, deformed rabbit? Possessed by morbid curiosity, the contestants stopped and turned to watch what was happening.

The giant hound snarled and snapped at the rabbit, which dodged nimbly, sending the monster's snout crashing into the glassy ground; the impact seemed to have more force than should be possible, sending quakes and ripples outward. The contestants struggled to keep their balance; most succeeded, but Yume found herself teetering too far to catch herself. She was falling forward too quickly even to have time to protect her face, and let out a pathetic whimper as the silica plants punctured her face, neck, and torso. Blinded by the pain and wounds, she attempted to scramble to her feet, tearing her hands to shreds on the razor-sharp grass; eventually, she gave up and laid still, bleeding and sobbing, until Alex could make it to her to pull her up. He pulled a face as he did; the poor girl was torn to pieces. She'd never see again, if he was any judge, and would probably die of blood loss or infection without real medical attention soon.

Yume herself was trying desperately to shift, but her body wasn't having any of it. Her thoughts were clouding, and she was having trouble hearing the others. It was terrifying, and her last real clear thought was to wonder if this was what going into shock was like. She sagged into Alex's arms, losing consciousness.

The hellhound had apparently given up on the twisted rabbit, which seemed to be much too fast for it, and was loping across the field towards the contestants again. Alex passed the unconscious Yume towards Annabell and clumsily wielded his sword, Eemp weighing him down.

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Annabell moved to the back of the group, holding Yume up as well as she could, and the other contestants moved forward; Vasily and Alex brandished their swords, Rong inhaled, preparing to unleash a hellstorm of fire, and even Jordan straightened up and concentrated. The beast bore down on them, each step thundering loudly, then... Vanished. Turned to smoke and faded away. The field halted its cracking and liquefaction, and the eerie silence was broken only by the gentle tinkling sound of bits of the cathedral crumbling.

Only Annabell heard the tiny sound behind her, and turned to look. There was only time for a sharp intake of breath before giant jaws closed around her, snapping her and Lainey's bodies like tinder. That little gasp drew the group's attention, and the last thing they saw before they faded out of existence was half of Annabell falling limply over. There was no sign of Yume.

GBCE · 02-10-2010, 09:35 PM

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MalkyTop · 02-10-2010, 10:04 PM

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SleepingOrange · 02-11-2010, 01:15 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.

The remaining contestants reappeared, disoriented. This new place was... A bit of a change from their last stops. It appeared to be an office building; there were rows of cubicles to one side, a benign beige carpet on the floor, and a number of other mundane odds and ends one would expect to find in any such building. Of more interest to most of the survivors was the bloated, malformed rabbit sitting calmly on the headless mannequin's chest. A few moments of ogling passed before The Organizer's voice boomed out.

"Exciting stuff, friends! Two deaths in a round; a Grand Battle first!" Those that hadn't already figured it out noticed a distinct lack of Annabell or any of Lainey's shapes; those that had were left to ponder what a "grand battle" was. "Moving right along, welcome to round three! I invite you to take a look at those cubicles over there."

Those with eyes cast a gaze on the rows and rows of cubes. Nothing seemed unusual; just lots and lots of boring workspaces. Actually... lots and lots. As far as the eye could see, even. "Welcome to the mind of Joe Peacock, a land of monstrosities, imps, and abstruse puzzles. I leave it to you to find out what you're dealing with, with just one piece of advice:

Don't go in the basement."

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MalkyTop · 02-11-2010, 03:36 PM

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Right tried to shake the image of Annabell's torso falling on the grass out of his head, but it stayed. He could still smell all the gushing blood and see the severed spinal cord. He could even feel the glass piercing his own skin and shuddered. It was all part of war, he should know this already. But still, he had to force himself to think of other things so that the image was pushed to the back-burner of his mind.

'A Grand Battle first.' So this was just one in a series. So did the organizer of this one set up many more before, or were there other supernatural beings somewhere doing their own 'Grand Battles'? Were other hapless contestants fighting each other against their wishes? At this very instant?

Alright, better start thinking about survival, now. This is a rather interesting stage. Once he heard that they were apparently in someone's mind, the psychoanalyst in Right perked up and payed closer attention to their surroundings.

Whoever this Joe Somerock was, he seemed to have a pretty boring life. What were these large, square rooms for? They didn't even have doors.

...What would happen to Joe if his mind shared the same fate as that glass cathedral?

And...what was in the basement...?

Right's musings were interrupted when Rong had gotten over her disorientation and shock and started firing at all the other contestants. The rather deformed rabbit bounded off while the headless body, startled simply because its former head was startled, tried to run after it. Jordan 'eep'ed and ducked inside a cubicle. Vasily, previously mulling sadly over the fact that the only girls in the competition were gone (well, theres Rong, but she didn't exactly qualify as a 'girl' for him), ducked under the blast of fire and jumped to another cubicle. Alex tried absorbing the fire with his sword until it was clear he couldn't handle so much power at once and ducked and rolled aside, holding his sword out, waiting for Rong to make another attack. Strangely enough, the cubicle walls were largely unaffected. Merely scorched.

It slightly worried Right that Eemp didn't seem to be stopping Rong this time. Or was it trying and failing? "Stop! What are you doing?"

Rong rounded on Right. "No!" she snarled. "What are you doing? Look at our opponents!" Alex tensed when the blue dragon gestured toward him, but she did nothing else. "Some guy with only a shiny sword, a simpering coward," Jordan ducked back behind the wall when she pointed to him, "A brainless puppet, and some old man who likes to talk!"

"Hey--" Vasily quickly ducked back down from the burst of dragon fire.

"What the hell are we waiting for?! Do you want to win this or not?!"

Right had no retort for this. Mostly because Rong was right (ha!). There were no more excuses to hold back, especially now with this not-so-private outburst. Because of Rong, they had probably lost their group privileges and were on their own now. It didn't matter what he said anymore. He might as well start getting violent.

He glanced at Alex, feeling a little embarrassed about having to attack a man who had just been piggybacking them across rather sharp glass to escape a fearsome apocalyptic beast, but, well, that was life. He sighed as Rong grinned in triumph. Looking around, Right saw a water cooler and with a simple nod, had the water burst out and weave around him in the air. Both dragons stared down Alex; Right set his mouth tight and grim while Rong grinned with bloodlust and psychotic glee. Eemp could only stand and smile.

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GBCE · 02-11-2010, 04:54 PM

Originally posted on MSPA by starburst98.

Imagine a pipe full of water, the flow impeded by a rusty valve. next to it is a man with a wrench and he constantly tries to turn to valve. every day he tries and every day he fails, but every time he is a little stronger for his efforts. now imagine the man, pushing on his wrench attached to the valve with all his might when SOMETHING gives him a shove applying the last bit of force need to turn the valve and the water comes rushing through. this is roughly what happened to Alex after Rong's last attack. the force of the magic opening a floodgate of power within Alex.

he switches to wind, but unlike before if you look you would notice wind swirling about it as well as being a darker shade of green. he darts forward, going at least 50% faster then he was with wind before. This startles Rong who tries to flame him, but Alex nimbly dodges the attack. he learned a bit about rong's technique from when they fought the death bunny. Then he barely dodged right's water attack. while he doubted it would cause any real harm it would have left him open to rong's fire, it was also obvious that that was the idea.

dodging around their combined attack was difficult, but manageable. it soon became apparent that this was a stalemate as Alex couldn't get closer to use his swords and they couldn't hit him at this range. so Alex retreated and went back to his time honoured tactic of go after the manikin. catching up to it easily with his new speed.

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