Post by Sir Tweedbottom on May 16, 2011 16:30:30 GMT -5
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Artricia jerked to a halt as the counter-spell froze her to the... well, bone, yellow eyes ablaze with frustration and malice. With her locked in place and the Cardian casting dozens of paralyzing spells on her, oblivion seemd certain for the Anti-Form, who had been too careless to dodge. And indeed, once the vast ray of pure Light struck, she was reduced to a mist of free floating Dark particles, currents of blue lightning flowing through them. With all consciousness and sapience lost, the abomination known as Arthur Cornelius Tweedbottom was no more.
Or so one would think.
A slow, ominous golf clap emerged from no specific direction. Left, right, up, down... location unspecifiable. This went on for a few seconds, with a voice joining the fray eventually.
"Impressive, most impressive, little automaton. It has been a long time since anyone managed to put her down. Looks like I'll have to reprimand the little hag for that."
Like a certain Cat he had once spoken to, a small puff of smoke danced before the Cardian's faceplate, eventually taking the shape of a top hat, and a ghostly one at that. Oh! There came an equally ghostly glove, reaching inside the hat and rumbling about for a bit. And what was this strange thing it pulled out? A face! A face that, well, you guessed it, looked like that of a ghost, and it was grinning from ear to ear.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I don't want my precious Collection to escape. Worked hard on that you know."
The glove outstretched its fingers, facing the cloud with its open palm. Some sort of rather disgusting suction noise could be heard as the idle Darkness was pulled into it. Slowly but surely, Arthur's physical form was restored to full capacity, and the gentleman straightened any imperfections adorning his coat.
"Sometimes I surprise even myself, o~ohoho."
The laugh was intentional, of course.
"Now, where were we? Ah, yes!"
A snap of his fingers, and the Cardian found itself falling through the floor, the Laws of Physics failing as a portal through space and time had opened beneath it. The Corridor led to one straight above it, sending the robot into a rapid freefall. Once sufficient speed had been acquired, Arthur would engage in what he liked to call the 'Pinball Manoeuvre'.
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Artricia jerked to a halt as the counter-spell froze her to the... well, bone, yellow eyes ablaze with frustration and malice. With her locked in place and the Cardian casting dozens of paralyzing spells on her, oblivion seemd certain for the Anti-Form, who had been too careless to dodge. And indeed, once the vast ray of pure Light struck, she was reduced to a mist of free floating Dark particles, currents of blue lightning flowing through them. With all consciousness and sapience lost, the abomination known as Arthur Cornelius Tweedbottom was no more.
Or so one would think.
A slow, ominous golf clap emerged from no specific direction. Left, right, up, down... location unspecifiable. This went on for a few seconds, with a voice joining the fray eventually.
"Impressive, most impressive, little automaton. It has been a long time since anyone managed to put her down. Looks like I'll have to reprimand the little hag for that."
Like a certain Cat he had once spoken to, a small puff of smoke danced before the Cardian's faceplate, eventually taking the shape of a top hat, and a ghostly one at that. Oh! There came an equally ghostly glove, reaching inside the hat and rumbling about for a bit. And what was this strange thing it pulled out? A face! A face that, well, you guessed it, looked like that of a ghost, and it was grinning from ear to ear.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I don't want my precious Collection to escape. Worked hard on that you know."
The glove outstretched its fingers, facing the cloud with its open palm. Some sort of rather disgusting suction noise could be heard as the idle Darkness was pulled into it. Slowly but surely, Arthur's physical form was restored to full capacity, and the gentleman straightened any imperfections adorning his coat.
"Sometimes I surprise even myself, o~ohoho."
The laugh was intentional, of course.
"Now, where were we? Ah, yes!"
A snap of his fingers, and the Cardian found itself falling through the floor, the Laws of Physics failing as a portal through space and time had opened beneath it. The Corridor led to one straight above it, sending the robot into a rapid freefall. Once sufficient speed had been acquired, Arthur would engage in what he liked to call the 'Pinball Manoeuvre'.
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