This Clay Earth: Prospectors' Savior - Page 3

Cloud Strife · 03-07-2005, 11:07 PM

Nick blinked. That was quick. Guess it wasn't as bad as I thought. He moved out of his hiding spot, slowly making his way towards the rest of them. He noticed that the woman he'd seen in the casino earlier was here... and in color. As he came up to her, he asked simply, "See this often?"

Bob The Mercenary · 03-08-2005, 04:21 AM

As the group watched, synapsis started firing in Zack's brain. He saw that only this small group was in color. He saw what power the two men seemed to weild. And he put two and two together.

He raised his hands slightly and looked down at them. Can I do this too? Could I have done this my entire life? What the heck is this?

He recovered from his daze and, against all reason and logic, decided to face the strangers, because he just had to know the answers to his questions. He started walking across the street when he heard the close sound of an engine screaming. Shooting a look right he saw a blur of red speeding towards him. No doubt another showoff out to prove something.

Zack hated people like this. He usually praised people who were more popular or rich than him, but he considered ones like these competition. They were the obstacles of his gauntlet through life. The one's who from the beginning were flinging shit in his direction.

But, he had no time to reflect on this burning hatred, he was about to die.

He started to run but tripped and fell, tearing his jeans and scratching his hands and knees. He looked towards the vehicle once more and caught the reflection of the sun hitting the headlights and blinding him. Not being able to see, he lifted up his hand towards the car and in desperation braced himself for what would inevitably result in his untimely demise.

And then...he felt something. It felt almost...electric. Yes, it was electricity. He felt as if he had just put his finger in an outlet. The surge raced through him and burned his mind. He panicked for a moment, but then relaxed as a new sensation blew through him. This time it felt like liquid...it was gasoline. He could smell it. It was so potent that it caused him to wince. He could feel the substance traveling through the car. He traced its path with his mind. Then, as both of these sensations were still fresh in him, he was struck with an idea. What if I combined them?

The moment this thought entered his mind, he felt the electricity cross through its wiring, no, through space itself and collide with the gas. The two sensations became one in Zack's mind as he felt the explosion hit his chest.

His hand was still raised as he was engulfed in flames.

Funka Genocide · 03-08-2005, 08:46 AM

ooc: where'd the red car come from Bob? I'm thinking it would be gray, due to the nature of the scene, other than that I'll go with it.

ic: The speeding vehicle was lifted in the air by the force of the explosion, it sailed harmlessly over the head of the astonished young man. The cataclysmic occurence seemed to draw the focus of the moment away from its prior inhabitance, the colors drained back into the world, and a red sports car lay over turned in the middle of the street, the pedestrians only now seeming to become aware of everything that was occuring.

The newly British gunman made a slight laugh, any more and he might have inadvertently slit his own throat. His hat had vanished somehow, in fact his entire villainous ensemble had been replaced by a tailored suit of light grey cotton. Somehow a lit ciggarrette had entered his mouth as well, the face remained the same though, much to the advantage of familiarity, which had been a bit put out by the recent metamorphosis.

While crowds of gawkers gathered like lost children at an FAO Schwartz in an old Christmas movie, a few had taken interest in the confrontation occuring by the news stand. The sensation of that many eyes upon him made Vergil uneasy, how long had it been since a uselessman had even glanced his way anyways?

"Well, since you've answered my question sufficiently, I suppose its only prudent for me to return the favor. Quid pro quo as it were." He moved his left hand slowly to his mouth, removing the smoking butt with his fore and index fingers. The smoke still curled upwards, forming an oddly grotesque halo about his head, still smelling not quite like a cigarette. "you're here, my good man, to die. Or rather, to begin the process of death, or more precisely... continue it. Thats all anyone's here for after all, to keep dying as the days go by." He smiled widely, this time an odd appeal had crept in, the new cowboy was far more handsome than the previous incarnation.

The onlookers had formed a small cheering section now, divided along lines of taste. Most seemed to be far more enamored with the car accident than the bravado session between an english gentleman and an oddly dressed man. A few cellphones flipped open with their tell tale tones going off like silent alarms in a bank. If this situation didn't resolve itself soon, the likelihood of Johnny Law sticking his nose into it.

And cops don't like being called away from their Crispie Cremes...

Dante · 03-08-2005, 09:18 AM

Vergil drew his weapon back, spun it end over end in a theatric flourish ,then returned it to its sheath, before stowing it in the depths of his coat. He met the cigarette-smoking man's smile with a blank face.

"So. We are bred to suffer and born to die - that much is certain. What can you tell me about my final exit?"

He cocked his head to one side. More was unnecessary to indicate the burning wreckage.

"And is this your work? Or is it even important?"

Funka Genocide · 03-08-2005, 09:59 AM

The cigarrette burned slower than it should have, no matter how many drags the eccentric performer took it never seemed to shorten, always just long enough for the visual impact.

"Oh, its not all so morbid as that my good man." His voice was colored in a darker shade when he spoke. "And I assure you, breeding has nothing to do with it, why my own parents where sheep herders from Stratford-on-Avon, at least as far as you know." no smile crossed his lips this time, only a coldly unblinking stare. "I'm not interested in finality, except in the meditation upon it..." The endless cigarrette burned on.

"Yet you ask me if this is my work, to be honest I didn't see this glorious little fiasco coming, its quite a shock to be certain." That devilish smile crept back into his handsome face. "No, its not my work, though you could rightly call it my business." with that inuendo he flicked the immortal cigarrette towards the wreckage of the car. The gasoline which had puddled on the street caught flame and prompted a secondary explosion, sending every Harry Dick and Sally still loitering about into a panic. They began to run screaming from the scene, trampling over eachother even though the street seemed all too wide. the actor seemed to grow somehow, not in the physical dimension, but his presence became more potent, more undeniable.

He raised his hands above his head as if attempting to hug the sky. he laughed deeply, breathed in the air as if it were the rarest perfume. "Can you smell that? taste it my good man!" He spun about wildly, madly as he breathed deeper and deeper, until eventually he doubled over and started coughing spasticly. His convulsive exhalation continued for a few seconds until he coughed up something horrible and black.

"You know those things cause cancer, don't you?" The voice was melodious, deep and savory, it sounded like cheesecake tasted. It emanated from a man leaned against an old Chevrolet. He had a guitar case strapped to his back, and wore what appeared to be a blue swede suit... and shoes to match.

The actor recovered and wiped his mouth daitily with a silken handkerchief. He said nothing, only stared fixedly at the man, who appeared to be none other than the King Himself.

"Never thought I'd see you speechless, its a good look for you." That same smooth as butter voice said.

"I think we'd best continue this conversation Elsewhere" the actor said, emphasizing the word elsewhere in such a manner one might think it meant something specific.

"Uh huh, hey there little lady, you've got my keys dont you?" Elvis asked to a sharply dressed woman on the side of the road.

Bob The Mercenary · 03-08-2005, 11:44 AM

Zack opened his eyes, now blackened from the blast of heat. He had the look of a deer in headlights. His focus was still at the road where the car had originated from. He sat motionless on his hand and knees, with his right hand still raised.

He still couldn't quite comprehend what had just taken place. Somehow, he had the suspicion that he was at fault for the car's explosive end. But, no, that can't be. He brought his right hand slowly back towards himself and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.

Words escaped him as his thoughts turned to the occupants of the vehicle. His hand began to shake. In fact, his entire body was trembling. Did I just kill someone? A father? A mother? A whole family? His eyes filled with tears as he clenched a fist. Am I responsible for a murder?

He could feel the sugary contents of his stomach congeal as he grew more panicked. The stress of the situation went to his gut and seemed to play football with it. His stomach started to convulse inside of him until, finally, his breakfast was laying on the asphalt in front of him...in a slightly digested state.

Archbio · 03-08-2005, 12:43 PM

Janet Weir turned to follow the automobile apparition, legs moving again before the speeding vehicle had even passed her, before she was done facing the other way down the sidewalk. That sharp swerve, the pace that follows, even faster than her usual speed but still not (never) running, would have given the impression that she had been hit, then drawn into the car's magnetic wake.

The car had traced the right way to go, for now, and she had no pause of mind or body, even as a pale greyness washed briefly down the street and around her, like smoke rising up in the sky only to be obliterated by unfaltering winds. On its tail came one explosion, then another one, and the waves of their heat added itself to that of the ambient air and came breaking themselves around Janet Weir, where she had just stopped.

Where she was, where she needed to be. The two were the same for her. Water trickled down the back of her arm which held the keys tightly in its fist, and out of her sleeve. Cool water, not sweat: the nearby blaze from the wreck was powerless even at this distance.

She raised that fist, eyes focused on Elvis and seemingly aware of little else, not bothering to open her hand as a kind of proof: "I have. I wasn't aware you needed them." And that was true.

Darth SS · 03-08-2005, 06:36 PM

Greg stepped out and said, "As much as I would love to watch this twisted british version of Dukes of Hazzard, can someone answer a few questions for me?"

He coughed politely, then yelled, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

Then he returned his normal polite self and said, "That will be all."

Cloud Strife · 03-08-2005, 07:05 PM

"Nope, no problem with any of you, no problem at all," Nick remarked sarcastically. Geez, what a bunch of crazies, he thought. Don't they know how fun it can be?

"You all need to lighten up a little. And by a little, I mean a lot. You people take everything too seriously."

VA_Ninja · 03-08-2005, 11:36 PM

"Holy shit, that ruled!"
Daniel leaped from behind his hiding spot with added flourish a looked at the huge car wreckage with delightful amuzement. The second explosion made him giddy with excitement. Quite an impressive show that wasn't seen every day.

He was disturbed from the accident by the retching of a man beside him. It took a moment to register, but he was soon recognized as one of the colored people in the gray world as well as the one at point blank of the first explosion. He kneeled down in an attempt to ease him.

"You doing okay there, man? That was some fireworks display, and you with front row seating! Did you cause all that? Damn, that's impressive."

His attention quickly shifted again to the three men who seemed to be the current focus of attention aside from the metal bonfire behind him; The video game man he had recognized before, an oddly dressed actor of some sort, and...

No, it couldn't be...

Elvis?

03-07-2005, 11:07 PM	#21
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Nick blinked. That was quick. Guess it wasn't as bad as I thought. He moved out of his hiding spot, slowly making his way towards the rest of them. He noticed that the woman he'd seen in the casino earlier was here... and in color. As he came up to her, he asked simply, "See this often?" __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

03-08-2005, 04:21 AM	#22
Bob The Mercenary Bob Dole Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Bob Dole Posts: 5,606	As the group watched, synapsis started firing in Zack's brain. He saw that only this small group was in color. He saw what power the two men seemed to weild. And he put two and two together. He raised his hands slightly and looked down at them. Can I do this too? Could I have done this my entire life? What the heck is this? He recovered from his daze and, against all reason and logic, decided to face the strangers, because he just had to know the answers to his questions. He started walking across the street when he heard the close sound of an engine screaming. Shooting a look right he saw a blur of red speeding towards him. No doubt another showoff out to prove something. Zack hated people like this. He usually praised people who were more popular or rich than him, but he considered ones like these competition. They were the obstacles of his gauntlet through life. The one's who from the beginning were flinging shit in his direction. But, he had no time to reflect on this burning hatred, he was about to die. He started to run but tripped and fell, tearing his jeans and scratching his hands and knees. He looked towards the vehicle once more and caught the reflection of the sun hitting the headlights and blinding him. Not being able to see, he lifted up his hand towards the car and in desperation braced himself for what would inevitably result in his untimely demise. And then...he felt something. It felt almost...electric. Yes, it was electricity. He felt as if he had just put his finger in an outlet. The surge raced through him and burned his mind. He panicked for a moment, but then relaxed as a new sensation blew through him. This time it felt like liquid...it was gasoline. He could smell it. It was so potent that it caused him to wince. He could feel the substance traveling through the car. He traced its path with his mind. Then, as both of these sensations were still fresh in him, he was struck with an idea. What if I combined them? The moment this thought entered his mind, he felt the electricity cross through its wiring, no, through space itself and collide with the gas. The two sensations became one in Zack's mind as he felt the explosion hit his chest. His hand was still raised as he was engulfed in flames. __________________ Bob Dole

03-08-2005, 11:44 AM	#26
Bob The Mercenary Bob Dole Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Bob Dole Posts: 5,606	Zack opened his eyes, now blackened from the blast of heat. He had the look of a deer in headlights. His focus was still at the road where the car had originated from. He sat motionless on his hand and knees, with his right hand still raised. He still couldn't quite comprehend what had just taken place. Somehow, he had the suspicion that he was at fault for the car's explosive end. But, no, that can't be. He brought his right hand slowly back towards himself and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity. Words escaped him as his thoughts turned to the occupants of the vehicle. His hand began to shake. In fact, his entire body was trembling. Did I just kill someone? A father? A mother? A whole family? His eyes filled with tears as he clenched a fist. Am I responsible for a murder? He could feel the sugary contents of his stomach congeal as he grew more panicked. The stress of the situation went to his gut and seemed to play football with it. His stomach started to convulse inside of him until, finally, his breakfast was laying on the asphalt in front of him...in a slightly digested state. __________________ Bob Dole

03-08-2005, 12:43 PM	#27
Archbio Data is Turned On Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 3,980	Janet Weir turned to follow the automobile apparition, legs moving again before the speeding vehicle had even passed her, before she was done facing the other way down the sidewalk. That sharp swerve, the pace that follows, even faster than her usual speed but still not (never) running, would have given the impression that she had been hit, then drawn into the car's magnetic wake. The car had traced the right way to go, for now, and she had no pause of mind or body, even as a pale greyness washed briefly down the street and around her, like smoke rising up in the sky only to be obliterated by unfaltering winds. On its tail came one explosion, then another one, and the waves of their heat added itself to that of the ambient air and came breaking themselves around Janet Weir, where she had just stopped. Where she was, where she needed to be. The two were the same for her. Water trickled down the back of her arm which held the keys tightly in its fist, and out of her sleeve. Cool water, not sweat: the nearby blaze from the wreck was powerless even at this distance. She raised that fist, eyes focused on Elvis and seemingly aware of little else, not bothering to open her hand as a kind of proof: "I have. I wasn't aware you needed them." And that was true. __________________ 6201 Reasons to Support Electoral Reform.

03-08-2005, 07:05 PM	#29
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	"Nope, no problem with any of you, no problem at all," Nick remarked sarcastically. Geez, what a bunch of crazies, he thought. Don't they know how fun it can be? "You all need to lighten up a little. And by a little, I mean a lot. You people take everything too seriously." __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

03-08-2005, 08:46 AM	#23
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	ooc: where'd the red car come from Bob? I'm thinking it would be gray, due to the nature of the scene, other than that I'll go with it. ic: The speeding vehicle was lifted in the air by the force of the explosion, it sailed harmlessly over the head of the astonished young man. The cataclysmic occurence seemed to draw the focus of the moment away from its prior inhabitance, the colors drained back into the world, and a red sports car lay over turned in the middle of the street, the pedestrians only now seeming to become aware of everything that was occuring. The newly British gunman made a slight laugh, any more and he might have inadvertently slit his own throat. His hat had vanished somehow, in fact his entire villainous ensemble had been replaced by a tailored suit of light grey cotton. Somehow a lit ciggarrette had entered his mouth as well, the face remained the same though, much to the advantage of familiarity, which had been a bit put out by the recent metamorphosis. While crowds of gawkers gathered like lost children at an FAO Schwartz in an old Christmas movie, a few had taken interest in the confrontation occuring by the news stand. The sensation of that many eyes upon him made Vergil uneasy, how long had it been since a uselessman had even glanced his way anyways? "Well, since you've answered my question sufficiently, I suppose its only prudent for me to return the favor. Quid pro quo as it were." He moved his left hand slowly to his mouth, removing the smoking butt with his fore and index fingers. The smoke still curled upwards, forming an oddly grotesque halo about his head, still smelling not quite like a cigarette. "you're here, my good man, to die. Or rather, to begin the process of death, or more precisely... continue it. Thats all anyone's here for after all, to keep dying as the days go by." He smiled widely, this time an odd appeal had crept in, the new cowboy was far more handsome than the previous incarnation. The onlookers had formed a small cheering section now, divided along lines of taste. Most seemed to be far more enamored with the car accident than the bravado session between an english gentleman and an oddly dressed man. A few cellphones flipped open with their tell tale tones going off like silent alarms in a bank. If this situation didn't resolve itself soon, the likelihood of Johnny Law sticking his nose into it. And cops don't like being called away from their Crispie Cremes...

03-08-2005, 09:18 AM	#24
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	Vergil drew his weapon back, spun it end over end in a theatric flourish ,then returned it to its sheath, before stowing it in the depths of his coat. He met the cigarette-smoking man's smile with a blank face. "So. We are bred to suffer and born to die - that much is certain. What can you tell me about my final exit?" He cocked his head to one side. More was unnecessary to indicate the burning wreckage. "And is this your work? Or is it even important?"

03-08-2005, 09:59 AM	#25
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	The cigarrette burned slower than it should have, no matter how many drags the eccentric performer took it never seemed to shorten, always just long enough for the visual impact. "Oh, its not all so morbid as that my good man." His voice was colored in a darker shade when he spoke. "And I assure you, breeding has nothing to do with it, why my own parents where sheep herders from Stratford-on-Avon, at least as far as you know." no smile crossed his lips this time, only a coldly unblinking stare. "I'm not interested in finality, except in the meditation upon it..." The endless cigarrette burned on. "Yet you ask me if this is my work, to be honest I didn't see this glorious little fiasco coming, its quite a shock to be certain." That devilish smile crept back into his handsome face. "No, its not my work, though you could rightly call it my business." with that inuendo he flicked the immortal cigarrette towards the wreckage of the car. The gasoline which had puddled on the street caught flame and prompted a secondary explosion, sending every Harry Dick and Sally still loitering about into a panic. They began to run screaming from the scene, trampling over eachother even though the street seemed all too wide. the actor seemed to grow somehow, not in the physical dimension, but his presence became more potent, more undeniable. He raised his hands above his head as if attempting to hug the sky. he laughed deeply, breathed in the air as if it were the rarest perfume. "Can you smell that? taste it my good man!" He spun about wildly, madly as he breathed deeper and deeper, until eventually he doubled over and started coughing spasticly. His convulsive exhalation continued for a few seconds until he coughed up something horrible and black. "You know those things cause cancer, don't you?" The voice was melodious, deep and savory, it sounded like cheesecake tasted. It emanated from a man leaned against an old Chevrolet. He had a guitar case strapped to his back, and wore what appeared to be a blue swede suit... and shoes to match. The actor recovered and wiped his mouth daitily with a silken handkerchief. He said nothing, only stared fixedly at the man, who appeared to be none other than the King Himself. "Never thought I'd see you speechless, its a good look for you." That same smooth as butter voice said. "I think we'd best continue this conversation Elsewhere" the actor said, emphasizing the word elsewhere in such a manner one might think it meant something specific. "Uh huh, hey there little lady, you've got my keys dont you?" Elvis asked to a sharply dressed woman on the side of the road.

03-08-2005, 11:36 PM	#30
VA_Ninja :3 Join Date: Oct 2004 Posts: 395	"Holy shit, that ruled!" Daniel leaped from behind his hiding spot with added flourish a looked at the huge car wreckage with delightful amuzement. The second explosion made him giddy with excitement. Quite an impressive show that wasn't seen every day. He was disturbed from the accident by the retching of a man beside him. It took a moment to register, but he was soon recognized as one of the colored people in the gray world as well as the one at point blank of the first explosion. He kneeled down in an attempt to ease him. "You doing okay there, man? That was some fireworks display, and you with front row seating! Did you cause all that? Damn, that's impressive." His attention quickly shifted again to the three men who seemed to be the current focus of attention aside from the metal bonfire behind him; The video game man he had recognized before, an oddly dressed actor of some sort, and... No, it couldn't be... Elvis?