Game Thread Szikszai's Run - Page 9

sammichweasel · #**121** 06-05-2012, 09:42 AM

The Hand's eyes flew wide as he stared about him. "No. No no no! NO! This was NOT where I wanted us to go! Stupid ship! Back! Forward! SOMEWHERE ELSE!" For the first time, he showed genuine panic; something about this place was driving him a bit off the deep end. He began kicking the controls, hoping that he could spur it to another jump before it was ready, but he knew just about nothing about the device.

Instead, he wheeled about, throwing his back against the wall as he stared at the impending storm. "I can't tell a storm that it's not behaving! HOW DO I TELL IT TO STOP?!"

AximusLokar · #**122** 06-06-2012, 01:41 AM

Poppet's mental screams raged on, interjected by bouts of manic laughter, and his body began to grow steadily hotter. His hands rose to cover his face. After a few moments the screams began to subside and he fell to his knees, the icy spores that had locked his legs having melted away from the heat pouring from his body. The flames shooting from his head dimmed then died away and slowly his body returned to it's cool blue hue.

Poppet turned to look at Fire-with-Form. Telepathy: FwF*"That was intense..."

SaveSave vs Icy Spores: 13

Isthon · #**123** 06-09-2012, 04:28 AM

While Poppet had managed to break free of the wild raw emotion after his attempt to inject some sort of reason and calm into the elemental, the situation was far from resolved quite yet. Steadily the heat of the Elemental Chaos suffused the ever-burning flame incarnate, fueling the fiery form to new heights. Black scorch marks webbed across the ship in every which direction, followed by spouts of flame - beneath Fwif the boards creaked and hissed as the final bits of moisture evaporated, leaving only glowing hot boards ready to give way.

Across the mental connection with Poppet flowed a crazed, mangled voice, rather than the typical lettering, a chorus of shouted words and screams of many voices coalesced into one, blathering like doomsday prophets. "The return of the beginning! The monster took its form! It has been mangled and eaten by flame and now it returns to the first end! Cursed form of sorrows! The form is gone now, lost among the others. Torn among the many voices and limbs of other forms! Naked hateful flame remains!"

Proudboar · #**124** 06-10-2012, 10:58 PM

Mordred frowning as the flames crept closer, ha his power flow to his arm. If it was possible, his frown seemed to deepen. I hate this attack.... Slowly, he energy in hand seemed to get...darker. Soon, his hand was covered in dark black glow, the enrgy seeming to drain the very life from the air. Raise his arm, he swept his hand towards the closest flames.