Hello minna-san! Here's part 6, not much here as far as a creative mess
before... good luck to everyone with everything. Thanks for the feedback,
etc... etc...
Deus Ex Machina pt 6
The Lone Pig
Alternate world
back to PG ^_^
PART 6 of *it's going to be a bit longer minna, gomen ne*
Andrew turned the wheel to open the gate as quickly as he could. He kept
looking down the hallway and began to think that he may have a chance of
escaping his alive. He did not want to fight that madman nor witness the
unholy sword again. And then, the footsteps were silent. Andrew continued
to open the gate... it was now a foot off the ground.. . just a little more
and he would be able to escape and rouse the rest of the Royal Guard.
And then that sound arose again. The sounds of a hundred, nay, a thousand
anguished souls. Falken stepped around the corner, the dark blade already
loosed from its sheath. He walked forward in a slow stride. He was intent
on his prey, and knew that he would make it to Andrew in time...
"You should not have seen that boy..." spat Falken. "If you hadn't, then
you may still have lived."
Andrew turned the wheel operating the gate with a renewed fervor. Just a
little bit further...
Falken ran forward, throwing his jaw down and howling an angry howl. Andrew
let go of the wheel and ducked, allowing Falken's sword to whistle through
the air above his head. Falken grinned, for he had hit his mark. The rope
was now in two and the gate came crashing down.
Andrew rolled his body towards the gate, hoping that he could still make it.
The gate crashed down and buried itself back into the ground, cracking the
cobblestones beneath it. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and allowed
himself a moment to relax his body.
Falken gripped the gate with both hands and grunted. The gate began to
shake as he tried to lift. And then it came crashing up. The metal sparked
as it grated against the stone to either side, and buried itself into the
top of the gateway.
Andrew, wide eyed, was already running across the courtyard. And this time,
Falken angrily gave chase...
Meanwhile...
Two figures stood alone in a dark room. A single torch hung from a bracket
on the cold stone walls, giving the only source of light for the room. But
the light didn't matter; both Yoma could see as clearly in the dark as at
midday.
"Ssssisssterrrr, whatsss think you of our gamessssss?" said one Yoma.
"These humans are so boring, brother," replied the second figure, in a thick
british voice that rang of aristocracy.
"Wheressss are your pawnsssssss?"
"Ah ah ah, dear brother. We agreed not to reveal any of our moves in this
little game of chess."
"Yesss, yesss, I ssssupossse we agreedssss ssssoo..." The voice trailed off.
"I will warn you though. I have many trump cards... I believe the game is
thus far, mine."
"True sssissster, but you havesss brokensss our rulesssss." The Yoma's eyes
flared bright red for a brief second.
"Brother, I have done nothing against the rules. My pawns have stepped out
of line on their own, and that is the one provision that we agreed on."
"You musssst keep controlssss of yoursssss. It issss a sssign of
weaknesssss."
"True, but to play a game, sometimes it is necessary to leave some things to
chance. If you control every action with an iron grip, one wrong move can
throw your entire game."
The other Yoma scowled. "Ssssissster, I must take my farewellsss. I dare
not leave my pawnsss for too longsss." He melted away into the shadows, his
eyes the last to fade away.
The remaining Yoma smiled a crooked smile before also fading into the
surrounding shadows.
Serena stirred. Her normally bright blue eyes were clouded as they
fluttered open. Serena found herself cuffed to a wall. It was cold and
humid, wherever she was. Serena's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the
darkness around her. As far as she could tell, she was in a small room.
Thin tendrils of smoke rose from a small dish in the center of the room.
Serena tried to look at the contents as best she could, but found that she
couldn't stretch far enough to see.
Voices flittered from down a hallway and into Serena's confined room. She
immediately slackened her body, pretending to have not yet awakened. Echoes
of footsteps floated into the room only a few moments later. Somebody
fumbled with a set of keys outside the door. A key turned in the heavy lock
and a thick oaken door creaked open. Light flared in from a torch carried
by one of the men.
Usagi forced herself to remain as if she were lifeless.
"What have you done to her?" Serena recognized the voice of the man that
had spoken with her earlier. Footsteps approached her rapidly, and the man
knelt in front of her. He put his hand gently on her chin and raised her
head.
"My dear Usagi, what have they done to you?" The man laid her head gently
back and stood quickly. "This was not called for. First, you put her down
here, not in her room, and now I find her nearly dead!"
"My apologies, your majesty," smirked a muscled man as he bowed.
The king turned and walked out of the room. "I expect her to be moved to
her room and her wounds treated. And this time, do it without unnecessary
violence!"
The door swung closed and locked. Serena sighed and began working furiously
at freeing her hands...
Andrew ran across the courtyard in a blaze, Falken only a few yards behind
him. Andrew's lightweight armor felt heavier and heavier as he sprinted.
Ahead grew a small grove of trees, which then led into the castle gardens.
Andrew knew every twist and turn in that maze and knew he would be able to
lose his pursuer there...
Smoke was filling the room at an alarming rate. The only way for air to
escape was through the ceiling or the door, and Darien had already
barricaded the door. Darien ran frantically about the room, trying to
discover another exit, but it was too late. His eyes watered as they filled
with the acrid smoke. And at last, Darien had inhaled too much. By the
time he hit the ground, he had lost conciousness...
The city had fallen, but to whom nobody knew. Their would-be queen had been
kidnapped, the king was nowhere to be found, and the guards were in such a
scramble to get their forces together that they were virtually useless...
====================================================================
Alright -- and now we have a path to choose. Those of you who play RPGs,
have seen that inevitable part in the game where your party splits up and
you have to choose which character to take first. It's all up to you now --
email me with your comments and tell me who you want to see rescued first:
1) Will Andrew escape from Falken in time to help free the city?
2) Will Serena escape her restraints?
3) Will Darien be able to regain conciousness and be able to escape the
house?
Tell me which path you would like and any ideas on how to get them out of
their individual situations, please give me a holler on AIM or email!
Ho na!
-- TLP ^(=)^
before... good luck to everyone with everything. Thanks for the feedback,
etc... etc...
Deus Ex Machina pt 6
The Lone Pig
Alternate world
back to PG ^_^
PART 6 of *it's going to be a bit longer minna, gomen ne*
Andrew turned the wheel to open the gate as quickly as he could. He kept
looking down the hallway and began to think that he may have a chance of
escaping his alive. He did not want to fight that madman nor witness the
unholy sword again. And then, the footsteps were silent. Andrew continued
to open the gate... it was now a foot off the ground.. . just a little more
and he would be able to escape and rouse the rest of the Royal Guard.
And then that sound arose again. The sounds of a hundred, nay, a thousand
anguished souls. Falken stepped around the corner, the dark blade already
loosed from its sheath. He walked forward in a slow stride. He was intent
on his prey, and knew that he would make it to Andrew in time...
"You should not have seen that boy..." spat Falken. "If you hadn't, then
you may still have lived."
Andrew turned the wheel operating the gate with a renewed fervor. Just a
little bit further...
Falken ran forward, throwing his jaw down and howling an angry howl. Andrew
let go of the wheel and ducked, allowing Falken's sword to whistle through
the air above his head. Falken grinned, for he had hit his mark. The rope
was now in two and the gate came crashing down.
Andrew rolled his body towards the gate, hoping that he could still make it.
The gate crashed down and buried itself back into the ground, cracking the
cobblestones beneath it. Andrew breathed a sigh of relief and allowed
himself a moment to relax his body.
Falken gripped the gate with both hands and grunted. The gate began to
shake as he tried to lift. And then it came crashing up. The metal sparked
as it grated against the stone to either side, and buried itself into the
top of the gateway.
Andrew, wide eyed, was already running across the courtyard. And this time,
Falken angrily gave chase...
Meanwhile...
Two figures stood alone in a dark room. A single torch hung from a bracket
on the cold stone walls, giving the only source of light for the room. But
the light didn't matter; both Yoma could see as clearly in the dark as at
midday.
"Ssssisssterrrr, whatsss think you of our gamessssss?" said one Yoma.
"These humans are so boring, brother," replied the second figure, in a thick
british voice that rang of aristocracy.
"Wheressss are your pawnsssssss?"
"Ah ah ah, dear brother. We agreed not to reveal any of our moves in this
little game of chess."
"Yesss, yesss, I ssssupossse we agreedssss ssssoo..." The voice trailed off.
"I will warn you though. I have many trump cards... I believe the game is
thus far, mine."
"True sssissster, but you havesss brokensss our rulesssss." The Yoma's eyes
flared bright red for a brief second.
"Brother, I have done nothing against the rules. My pawns have stepped out
of line on their own, and that is the one provision that we agreed on."
"You musssst keep controlssss of yoursssss. It issss a sssign of
weaknesssss."
"True, but to play a game, sometimes it is necessary to leave some things to
chance. If you control every action with an iron grip, one wrong move can
throw your entire game."
The other Yoma scowled. "Ssssissster, I must take my farewellsss. I dare
not leave my pawnsss for too longsss." He melted away into the shadows, his
eyes the last to fade away.
The remaining Yoma smiled a crooked smile before also fading into the
surrounding shadows.
Serena stirred. Her normally bright blue eyes were clouded as they
fluttered open. Serena found herself cuffed to a wall. It was cold and
humid, wherever she was. Serena's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the
darkness around her. As far as she could tell, she was in a small room.
Thin tendrils of smoke rose from a small dish in the center of the room.
Serena tried to look at the contents as best she could, but found that she
couldn't stretch far enough to see.
Voices flittered from down a hallway and into Serena's confined room. She
immediately slackened her body, pretending to have not yet awakened. Echoes
of footsteps floated into the room only a few moments later. Somebody
fumbled with a set of keys outside the door. A key turned in the heavy lock
and a thick oaken door creaked open. Light flared in from a torch carried
by one of the men.
Usagi forced herself to remain as if she were lifeless.
"What have you done to her?" Serena recognized the voice of the man that
had spoken with her earlier. Footsteps approached her rapidly, and the man
knelt in front of her. He put his hand gently on her chin and raised her
head.
"My dear Usagi, what have they done to you?" The man laid her head gently
back and stood quickly. "This was not called for. First, you put her down
here, not in her room, and now I find her nearly dead!"
"My apologies, your majesty," smirked a muscled man as he bowed.
The king turned and walked out of the room. "I expect her to be moved to
her room and her wounds treated. And this time, do it without unnecessary
violence!"
The door swung closed and locked. Serena sighed and began working furiously
at freeing her hands...
Andrew ran across the courtyard in a blaze, Falken only a few yards behind
him. Andrew's lightweight armor felt heavier and heavier as he sprinted.
Ahead grew a small grove of trees, which then led into the castle gardens.
Andrew knew every twist and turn in that maze and knew he would be able to
lose his pursuer there...
Smoke was filling the room at an alarming rate. The only way for air to
escape was through the ceiling or the door, and Darien had already
barricaded the door. Darien ran frantically about the room, trying to
discover another exit, but it was too late. His eyes watered as they filled
with the acrid smoke. And at last, Darien had inhaled too much. By the
time he hit the ground, he had lost conciousness...
The city had fallen, but to whom nobody knew. Their would-be queen had been
kidnapped, the king was nowhere to be found, and the guards were in such a
scramble to get their forces together that they were virtually useless...
====================================================================
Alright -- and now we have a path to choose. Those of you who play RPGs,
have seen that inevitable part in the game where your party splits up and
you have to choose which character to take first. It's all up to you now --
email me with your comments and tell me who you want to see rescued first:
1) Will Andrew escape from Falken in time to help free the city?
2) Will Serena escape her restraints?
3) Will Darien be able to regain conciousness and be able to escape the
house?
Tell me which path you would like and any ideas on how to get them out of
their individual situations, please give me a holler on AIM or email!
Ho na!
-- TLP ^(=)^