05-18-2015, 08:26 PM
The preteen machine didn’t know how to feel about the events swirling around him. There was something strange going on in Darkshire, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. With Whirda away and Mireya injured, he knew he shouldn’t stray too far from the town in case things suddenly boiled over. There was no telling if any of the other primes from the Tarrasque fight would come to try and claim the weird little trinket Whirda had claimed from the monster.
As he walked down one of the larger streets in the town, Proto Man’s eyes caught the small assortment of tents that stood where there had once been a park. When Whirda had expressed some interest in exploring what the tents were, the machine had laughed her off, but now a few days had passed in which the crowd never seemed to fully diffuse.
“What is this?” Proto Man asked as he walked over to the park and turned to the nearest person he could spot—an older man dressed like a semi-successful merchant.
“Dante’s Abyss…” the man replied, his tone making it seem like the robotic child was an ingrate for being unaware of the tents’ purpose. “Have you not been paying attention to the Dataverse or any other source of news?”
“Humor me,” the robot replied with a scowl as he glanced into the largest tent and saw that there was what seemed to be a large portal tucked beneath the tarp structure.
“They say it’s some sort of survival contest in some new verse ruled by some guy in fancy suits… They say the contestants will all get great prizes, and the top people will be made into demigods or something. It’s hard to tell what the truth is and what is just sensationalizing, but everyone wants a piece of the pie. The people running it are doling out cold, hard omnilium to local vendors and offering up spots to advertise at their facility. I’m here to try and get some booth space, and I know a lot of the other people here just want to be able to go and visit the facility. If you saw any of the pictures, you’d know why… it’s some sort of giant palace.”
“What about the actual competition?”
The merchant shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just for primes. Secondaries are just there to try and get some of that delicious trickle-down,” he said with a grin. “The big tent over there is for registration for the actual competition.”
“Thanks,” Proto Man muttered as he started over toward the central tent. With a smile, the red robot passed under the flap and found his attention immediately drawn to the portal he’d spotted earlier. As he took a closer look at it, he saw that it was wreathed by some strange machines that were probably responsible for keeping it open. Whatever it was for, the machines in the room were being attended by a few men in overalls.
“Can I help you?”
The preteen machine turned to see a young woman standing behind a small counter. “Is this the place where primes register for the competition?”
“You bet’cha,” she replied with a smile as she went to go grab some documents from under the counter. “Do you know what the competition is all about? You seem a little young to be interested in something like this.”
“I heard it was a survival thing,” Proto Man replied, prompting a few of the tech men to look over and flash grins at the registration girl. “Was I mistaken?”
“No,” the attendant replied. “That’s technically what it is, but it’s going to be pretty violent. You’ve got a really cool outfit on, but a lot of the people they have signing up for Dante’s Abyss are pretty vicious. I’m talking egotistical sociopaths…”
I wonder if Whirda was privy to that information before she left…
“I can handle myself,” Proto Man fought back as he lifted a hand and transformed it into the Proto Buster. “You hear about the Tarrasque?” The girl nodded her head. “I was there to help bring it back to earth.”
“I see,” the woman said with a smile as she started to jot down information on her sheet. “Then I just need to take down some informa—”
The horrible rattle of automatic rifle fire cut the woman off mid-sentence. It took a few seconds for Proto Man to realize why everyone around him looked extra terrified. How many citizens of Darkshire own machineguns? Before he could answer the question for himself, a pair of bloodied corpses was flung into the tent, prompting the tech guys and the registration girl to let out shrill yelps and duck for cover.
Turning his attention to the entry way, Proto Man winced as a few more bursts of gunfire filled the air. A second later, a bipedal turtle wielding assault rifles stepped into the tent and flashed a mouthful of jagged teeth at the preteen machine. “Afternoon, Homo sapiens,” the creature snickered as he took a silent moment to size up the space. “If I can offer some advice? You may want to do a little more about those walls.”
“You can’t be here! “ The attendant’s attempt to sound strong did little to impress the turtle, who sneered over at the cowering woman.
“Shut up,” he muttered before casually shooting her with a few bursts of gunfire. A second later, the entire tent was full of bullets. It was only instinct that let Proto Man summon his shield in enough time to defend himself. When the rifles fell silent, the android relaxed and lowered the bulwark to see that the turtle was grinning at him.
“Prime? It’s okay… I have something for you too.” Before Proto Man could object, the turtle clicked a switch on the front of his guns and pulled the trigger. A beat later, there was a massive flash of orange that stole away the android’s vision as his feet left the ground.
With a dull thud, Proto Man hit the ground and punched his hands into the earth in an effort to prevent the momentum from carrying him any further. Lifting his head, he watched as the bipedal turtle slipped his guns into holders on his back and stepped through the gate into the Dante Verse.
“What was that?” The android groaned as he stood up off the ground and walked over to the gate. A look around revealed a park lined with more than a handful of corpses. The fact that a few of them were children struck a chord with the robotic preteen, who turned his focus onto the entrance to the Dante Verse. “Someone needs to teach that sadist a lesson.”
With that, Proto Man charged through the gate.
As he walked down one of the larger streets in the town, Proto Man’s eyes caught the small assortment of tents that stood where there had once been a park. When Whirda had expressed some interest in exploring what the tents were, the machine had laughed her off, but now a few days had passed in which the crowd never seemed to fully diffuse.
“What is this?” Proto Man asked as he walked over to the park and turned to the nearest person he could spot—an older man dressed like a semi-successful merchant.
“Dante’s Abyss…” the man replied, his tone making it seem like the robotic child was an ingrate for being unaware of the tents’ purpose. “Have you not been paying attention to the Dataverse or any other source of news?”
“Humor me,” the robot replied with a scowl as he glanced into the largest tent and saw that there was what seemed to be a large portal tucked beneath the tarp structure.
“They say it’s some sort of survival contest in some new verse ruled by some guy in fancy suits… They say the contestants will all get great prizes, and the top people will be made into demigods or something. It’s hard to tell what the truth is and what is just sensationalizing, but everyone wants a piece of the pie. The people running it are doling out cold, hard omnilium to local vendors and offering up spots to advertise at their facility. I’m here to try and get some booth space, and I know a lot of the other people here just want to be able to go and visit the facility. If you saw any of the pictures, you’d know why… it’s some sort of giant palace.”
“What about the actual competition?”
The merchant shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just for primes. Secondaries are just there to try and get some of that delicious trickle-down,” he said with a grin. “The big tent over there is for registration for the actual competition.”
“Thanks,” Proto Man muttered as he started over toward the central tent. With a smile, the red robot passed under the flap and found his attention immediately drawn to the portal he’d spotted earlier. As he took a closer look at it, he saw that it was wreathed by some strange machines that were probably responsible for keeping it open. Whatever it was for, the machines in the room were being attended by a few men in overalls.
“Can I help you?”
The preteen machine turned to see a young woman standing behind a small counter. “Is this the place where primes register for the competition?”
“You bet’cha,” she replied with a smile as she went to go grab some documents from under the counter. “Do you know what the competition is all about? You seem a little young to be interested in something like this.”
“I heard it was a survival thing,” Proto Man replied, prompting a few of the tech men to look over and flash grins at the registration girl. “Was I mistaken?”
“No,” the attendant replied. “That’s technically what it is, but it’s going to be pretty violent. You’ve got a really cool outfit on, but a lot of the people they have signing up for Dante’s Abyss are pretty vicious. I’m talking egotistical sociopaths…”
I wonder if Whirda was privy to that information before she left…
“I can handle myself,” Proto Man fought back as he lifted a hand and transformed it into the Proto Buster. “You hear about the Tarrasque?” The girl nodded her head. “I was there to help bring it back to earth.”
“I see,” the woman said with a smile as she started to jot down information on her sheet. “Then I just need to take down some informa—”
The horrible rattle of automatic rifle fire cut the woman off mid-sentence. It took a few seconds for Proto Man to realize why everyone around him looked extra terrified. How many citizens of Darkshire own machineguns? Before he could answer the question for himself, a pair of bloodied corpses was flung into the tent, prompting the tech guys and the registration girl to let out shrill yelps and duck for cover.
Turning his attention to the entry way, Proto Man winced as a few more bursts of gunfire filled the air. A second later, a bipedal turtle wielding assault rifles stepped into the tent and flashed a mouthful of jagged teeth at the preteen machine. “Afternoon, Homo sapiens,” the creature snickered as he took a silent moment to size up the space. “If I can offer some advice? You may want to do a little more about those walls.”
“You can’t be here! “ The attendant’s attempt to sound strong did little to impress the turtle, who sneered over at the cowering woman.
“Shut up,” he muttered before casually shooting her with a few bursts of gunfire. A second later, the entire tent was full of bullets. It was only instinct that let Proto Man summon his shield in enough time to defend himself. When the rifles fell silent, the android relaxed and lowered the bulwark to see that the turtle was grinning at him.
“Prime? It’s okay… I have something for you too.” Before Proto Man could object, the turtle clicked a switch on the front of his guns and pulled the trigger. A beat later, there was a massive flash of orange that stole away the android’s vision as his feet left the ground.
With a dull thud, Proto Man hit the ground and punched his hands into the earth in an effort to prevent the momentum from carrying him any further. Lifting his head, he watched as the bipedal turtle slipped his guns into holders on his back and stepped through the gate into the Dante Verse.
“What was that?” The android groaned as he stood up off the ground and walked over to the gate. A look around revealed a park lined with more than a handful of corpses. The fact that a few of them were children struck a chord with the robotic preteen, who turned his focus onto the entrance to the Dante Verse. “Someone needs to teach that sadist a lesson.”
With that, Proto Man charged through the gate.
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