03-02-2016, 09:41 PM
Everything became hushed as they observed the Temple from afar, waiting with baited breath for the last warning sign, the last fateful choice, or something else entirely. The jungle was shady and humid around them, birds and insects chirruping in the warm midday air.
Well, that debatably could have been one of the most underwhelming things to ever happen to Crowley. At least he wasn’t going to be made to stay on this island much longer— a fat lot of good he had done there, eh? It really was too bad about Magus not making it to the end, his own inability to do what it took to win, and being prevented from securing some farcical ultimate reward by a group of peaceful pansies, but in any case he would be allowed to leave. At least, he would whenever that robot kid was finished with whatever business he had to settle with Teucer.
A few of those standing around him spoke to one another. Crowley felt like the odd man out, not a soul to find common ground with or to complain at. As a result, he simply stood there, the distant hum of crickets and a numbing, unspeakably quiet feeling settling into his bones.
Suddenly, he was detached, sort of, and everything was greying and fading messily out like a rainy silent movie. The temple parapets smeared and washed away in the distance, polished marble pillars tugged into nothingness by unbridled waves of ineffability. An invisible tide rose and steadfastly refused to descend, humming an ancient, gently sloping refrain over the last vestiges of land clinging to existence.
“Hey, wait!” Crowley cried, clearly not ready to leave just yet. He fought and pulled against the gentle forces attempting to coddle him back to the Nexus grounds, limbs swinging wildly about and his teeth bared in a grimace. But it was too late, now— the dubstep gun had been left behind, a few loose, unhappy wubs trailing after him as the demon fell.
The last thing he saw was a worn smile spread across the Spirit’s smurfy blue face, a pale crescent moon cut against the distant glimmer of stars and swiftly dwindling stone.
At last.
Well, that debatably could have been one of the most underwhelming things to ever happen to Crowley. At least he wasn’t going to be made to stay on this island much longer— a fat lot of good he had done there, eh? It really was too bad about Magus not making it to the end, his own inability to do what it took to win, and being prevented from securing some farcical ultimate reward by a group of peaceful pansies, but in any case he would be allowed to leave. At least, he would whenever that robot kid was finished with whatever business he had to settle with Teucer.
A few of those standing around him spoke to one another. Crowley felt like the odd man out, not a soul to find common ground with or to complain at. As a result, he simply stood there, the distant hum of crickets and a numbing, unspeakably quiet feeling settling into his bones.
Suddenly, he was detached, sort of, and everything was greying and fading messily out like a rainy silent movie. The temple parapets smeared and washed away in the distance, polished marble pillars tugged into nothingness by unbridled waves of ineffability. An invisible tide rose and steadfastly refused to descend, humming an ancient, gently sloping refrain over the last vestiges of land clinging to existence.
“Hey, wait!” Crowley cried, clearly not ready to leave just yet. He fought and pulled against the gentle forces attempting to coddle him back to the Nexus grounds, limbs swinging wildly about and his teeth bared in a grimace. But it was too late, now— the dubstep gun had been left behind, a few loose, unhappy wubs trailing after him as the demon fell.
The last thing he saw was a worn smile spread across the Spirit’s smurfy blue face, a pale crescent moon cut against the distant glimmer of stars and swiftly dwindling stone.
At last.
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