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Aeons: Round 1Dear Ms. Zelpha,
By the time you receive this, I'll have headed out after Rim, and you shall have awakened to the protection of a competent caretaker. I'm sorry to leave you behind this time, but I hope you'll understand.
At last, he was closing in on the base. But after all that work to make it to the area, much less to defeat the dangers that surely lay ahead, he immediately wanted to turn around and run.
He'd quickly been ambushed by a young girl with a bat. Too young, in fact, but the sad truth was, this hadn't been the first time he'd battled with one of such an age. In fact, this one seemed nicer than many of the others. The corruption of this quickly deteriorating world knew no bounds. As sad as it was to admit, the age wasn't the main thing bothering the robot.
It was Clara's hair.
Long, red, a bit spiky, and in a ponytail; he didn't feel like he'd just met this girl. He felt like he was fighting a younger version of somebody he knew quite well. Like he was fighting a go
EoA Round 2He sat on the edge of the walkway, staring down at the water that brushed against his feet. Delta realized he needed a plan. He was in a city with a ton of water and he sunk like a rock...
You're my opponent.
Delta was so caught in thought, that he flinched upon hearing the quiet but firm voice behind him, and ended up falling in the water. Shackel stood at the water's edge, watching Delta sick. This may be easier than I thought. He lifted his wand above his head. Lightning!
Delta flatted his arms, attempting once again to pull himself off the bottom of the waterway. Suddenly, the water seemed to glow brighter, and he went electricity surge through him. AHHH! It stopped, and he was thankful he hadn't shorted out.
It started again. Delta fell to his knees, trying to stay awake, and possibly even think. We could do nothing down here beyond that. He couldn't use his fire underwater. It'd just shoot a bunch of bubbles o
Rewrite Round 3: Part 3Somehow, he'd managed to get all the way to the other side of the city without running into any opponent. He stared out at the edge of the area; the literal edge. The edge of the city had become a massive cliff that seemed to have no bottom aside from shadows.
You won't die if you fall off, but you will be out for the match! Nobody likes people who quit mid game!
I wasn't planning to, Delta said with a growl at the Writer, only speaking to him this time.
Wow, that was a touchy reply. I guess the idea of you abandoning your friend is tough for you, huh?You act as if you haven't already done that.
Delta glared at the scoreboard. It was the closest thing he had to glaring at the Writer. My job is to keep Zelpha safe. Why am I even justifying myself?
Not much of a friend, and also not much of a character. Forcing the other protagonist to sit and do nothing but feel sorry for herself in a corner makes her so much less interesting!
Rewrite Round 3: Part 2Xenosen was equipped with a lightning rifle. With his low power, he was almost tempted to thank the Writer for giving him an extra weapon, if he hadn't kidnapped them all and forced them to attack each other for no reason in the first place.
Yeah, stuff like that was just a little talented at stealing one's gratitude.
He walked down one of the streets, avoiding potholes and keeping his guard up the best he could at his energy level. I wonder if one of those health packs would help my fatigue. What do you think, Bob? Of course, Bob was mute, but he could get a nod, possibly.
...If he could find Bob?
Xenosen looked around. Left. Right. Up. Down. Nothing.
...Bob? He continued to look around, a little more frantically. Bob? Bob! Hello?! Great, he must have gotten distracted...
Okay, so what exactly is this? Nocturne asked Lahnia. The duo and Po had found one of the few buildings that wasn't a total wreck and were on the roof of it. Noctu
Rewrite Round 3: Part 1Xenosen was starting to get tired. The shapeshifter sat against the exposed brick of a dilapidated house, thankful the section of roofing left above him could at last protect him from the finally thinning rain.
None of the other structures were much better off, reduced to ruins of broken windows and torn walls. Debris were piled haphazardly into hills, while footprints from explosions carved small valleys that were filled with water from the rain. Any holographic displays that were still functioning had their screens frozen on various warnings.
Bob looked at his tired companion in concern, though often getting distracted looking at the various forms of destruction around them. In any other member of the crazy tournament's compelled roster had arrived first at their battlefield in such a tired state, the rest would have been a Godsend to them, but Xenosen's fatigue had nothing to do with the many perils he had faced; in fact, it heightened his desire to get the match over with.
He had t
Rewrite: Round 2Hello kids! Today we will be learning the difference between hot and cold!
Before Delta could even figure out where the voice was coming from when he and Zelpha had arrived in the colorful, crude new stage, the speaker found him, grabbing his arm. He only didn't fire because the little creature had been near Zelpha, and by the time he realized it was not her the creature wasn't attacking and he was thinking it may have a clue as to where they were. The creature was humanoid, probably female from the looks of it, and Zelpha thought it was cute though she kept her guard up. The creature smiled and pointed at Delta's arm. This robot shoots fire! Fire is hot! Can you say hot?
Delta pulled his arm away, aggravated, keeping it locked on the creature until he and Zelpha were a safe distance away. Of course, it didn't help much, it turned out. The little creatures were everywhere it seemed, singing silly little songs and counting on their fingers.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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