Re: Part 65 - Heart of the World
When Dorian made the gesture the Archon sneezed, sending its metal fragments flying in all directions - for the fraction of a second, then the fragments slammed together, mid-air, to form the naked form of a blonde human female.
A split second later not only golden locks but also arms and legs fell towards the floor, never to reach it as such, but as a fine dust that slowly continued downwards, as in the stead of the blonde was now a small dog.
Fur, ears and legs exploded away and fell as in the next moment a little bird hovered where the canine had been.
Then the still falling dust from the blonde and the furs and parts from the dog was sucked up into an old fashioned lamppost whose light flickered faintly.
A sudden gust then sucked material from the rug on the floor beneath the lamppost and from parts of the doors as a large gray elephant now hovered in the place of the lamppost.
Next the elephant looked as if it had walked into the House of Mirrors as it twisted and bent into the shape of an ancient oak.
A fraction of a second later more material was sucked into the swelling oak, from both doors and floor, almost threatening to suck but the strongest towards the vortex of the swelling oak - an oak that now was a large whale.
The whale exploded into a sphere of water that began to spread outwards while in the middle a cute looking dolphin was suspended mid-air, or mid-water as it was.
Then most of the exploding water halted and turned back in the wink of an eye before smashing into what looked like a twister, a tornado, although some of the water managed to cover the whole room with a fine mist of moist.
Just as things began to feel the effect of the tornado there was none, only and old man with a cane flailing about with his cane while a fine dust from the former wind began to settle.
In a poof, the old man was gone, adding to the slowly settling dust, while the cane turned into a little kitten.
The kitten shed bits and pieces and was replaced by a wasp.
All the dust exploded inwards in a sudden gust, revealing a small cottage.
Next the dust seemed to continue into the cottage that was transformed into the type of cloud that promises good weather, if you enjoy sunshine.
Half a wink of an eye later the cloud condensed into a motorcycle, Harley Davidson style to those in the know.
Then everything disintegrated, apart from the lid of the gas tank which was no lid any more, but a single leaf.
The next nanosecond the dust imploded again, forming a blonde - not the same as before - clad in red leather and with guns instead of her lower arms.
Red leather faded and more dust was sucked in, leaving a rather mean looking Great White shark in mid-air.
The grey shark seemed to grow limbs and darken, having been replaced the next instant by a still meaner looking black creature with a long, spiked tail that seemed escaped from someone's nightmare.
Suddenly the chitin-clad monster exploded in black dust and left a cheerful-looking teapot in its place.
Next the teapot burst into flames, parts of the dust being drawn in again to enlarge it further still.
The fire appeared to grow thicker and darker until the flames draped downwards and, with another sudden gust, nearly all the dust was sucked into the shape of a large, hairy Mammoth.
An instance later the Mammoth's trunk stretched out, its legs folded up and it turned military grey, displaying itself as an impressive military tank, complete with tracks and all.
Without warning the tank exploded into parts that turned into dust, slowly revealing a white, soft looking pillow in what used to be the turret of the tank.
The pillow shifted into what looked like the head of a gigantic crab-man while part of the dust somehow shaped up into a muscular body underneath it and a mean-looking cannon on the shoulder.
Then the crab-man exploded, sending dust and both soft and hard material hurtling all over the room leaving only the cannon that now was a beautiful butterfly.
Some of the dust began to solidify in the air around the butterfly, turning into pieces of metal, metal that hurtled towards the butterfly until it was obscured in the spinning mess.
The Archon was back, a few seconds after it had sneezed, while the dust slow, slow settled, drifted towards the others and still danced in the air after the various contradicting winds and debris that had played havoc with the air in the room.
♦♦ Oops ♦♦
The Archon gave the impression of looking around as it turned a full circle, around its vertical axis, as if taking in the pit in the floor and the now half-gone double doors to the room, that used to open outwards but now were open, and hanging loose, inwards with most of the room partly sprinkled with both solid and soft pieces of... stuff.
♦♦ Normally I control this ♦ but I assume whatever you did ♦ Dorian ♦ made me lose control temporarily ♦♦ At least none of you were damaged ♦ right ♦♦
The dust nearest the spinning Archon danced about in the air, stirred around by the metal blades.
♦♦ It tickled a bit ♦♦
A simple statement, but an honest one.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:37, Fri 29 May 2009.