|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:51 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
In the dead silence of the stands, three sets of hands began clapping in perfect synchrony. Shiva, Smith, and Avondale all slowly applauded the match, the first two standing slightly behind the third and all three watching from an otherwise-unoccupied section of the stands. After a moment, the older man turned and left, Shiva following him shortly thereafter. Only Smith remained in that section of the stands, and he looked on at the blood-Mutate with interest. Shiva discounted the man's skill, but after this match Smith finally saw someone that could break the monotony of half-second instant-kill deathmatches. His longest match in the past four months had been barely a minute, and he almost envied Shiva's sadistic tendencies, her habit of toying with her opponents before finishing them off, her inability to attack with pinpoint accuracy from anywhere within a thousand yards if so inclined. Melee was such a pure form of combat.
But this, direct manipulation of the body and its composite materials, this was truly deadly. Smith smiled thinly and shivered in anticipation. Avondale almost certainly knew why Smith had stayed behind. He would get his chance soon enough. "Excellent match. Big spectacle, for certain. Can't wait to face you myself. Wouldn't put money either way."
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 9:32 pm
|
RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 2:05 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:06 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:21 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:23 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
Smith followed the blood-Mutate as he left the arena, heading for one of the houses near Smith's own. The man was very distracted, apparently. He'd not remembered to lock the door, which Smith took advantage of. The door opened at his touch and he stepped inside. It was obvious that the shock of what he'd done, the new ability he'd manifested, was getting to him. Time, perhaps, for a dose of Smith's own unique sociopathy. "Hello, Adrian Dupree. Your match was interesting. Distressed, perhaps, at result? Wonder why you had to kill, or how you killed without hesitation? Answer is simple, you know. Survive or die, always choose survive. Human imperative, ape-voice in the hindbrain. Good to keep in mind. Oh, yes. Also. Confess a desire - interest, nothing more - to face you in a fight. Would be educational, if I survived."
((If my posts don't quite get the point across, Smith's voice is basically Mordin Solus from ME2, less the nasal intonation.))
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:34 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:38 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:45 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
((It happens.))
Smith shrugged as he stepped closer to the man and leaned over, looking sideways into Adrian's eyes. Eye contact was, or so shiva said, key to getting someone to listen to you. "Just trying to help, no need for defensiveness. Dinner? Shiva cooks well, most nights. Will likely be making stew, perhaps a beef broth tonight. Taste is... tolerable, and company will give you a chance to relax. Let your down... down."
Smith hadn't meant to make the feather-based pun, but it had slipped out. And, who knew, perhaps the little bit of humor would get the feathered Mutate to calm down a tad, maybe even accept Smith's invitation to dinner. Since they were getting new provisions tomorrow Shiva was going all-out to get rid of as much of the old stuff before it spoiled. That, and tomorrow was one of the rare days where Shiva was scheduled to fight three times in a day. She always stuffed herself before days like that, claiming she wanted to enjoy a possible last meal.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:49 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:08 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Smith turned around at Amaya's words, his legs lengthening slightly and the ends of several quills poking through the sleeves of his suit. His eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. He had, of course, expected a bit of a strange reaction to his entering without invitation. Death threats and the Mutate equivalent of a gun to the temple were surprising, to say the least. "Interesting. Didn't expect such hostility from a dinner invitation. Perhaps civility is dead? Or just stress? Come for dinner, good way to get rid of stress, prove good intentions."
As he spoke, Smith detached every quill in his arms - over two hundred on each limb - from the 'root' it grew from. This process was instantaneous, taking place before he finished 'Interesting,' and could not be noticed by an outside observer. Should Amaya choose to attack him for no reason, he would invoke self-defense and attempt to knock her out without killing her. After all, deaths ought to be saved for the Arena or mercy-killings, and Amaya was certainly skilled enough not to warrant the latter.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:14 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 7:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|