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TBOS - Round 1 matchTBOS - Round 1 match by ~silverdreamdancer
Antagonist squeezed himself from the tale of "Susan: the woman who once visited a foreign city and had an enjoyable but unremarkable trip" and swelled into thick droplets and hung there for a moment until his quarry passed below.
The Under-indexer (third class) paused, feeling something damp upon the nape of his neck, then when he saw the black stain on his fingers, had just enough time to reflect on the correct procedure to follow before the cascade of liquid darkness consumed him, sinking into his pores and bleaching his skin until it was as pale as death and his clothes stained the colour of the heat death of the universe.
Mr Ant settled into his new form and breathed the cool dry air of his home, smelling of the mouldering richness of pressed paper, The Index, the books very first pages and the gateway to all stories. The Index was the biggest library that ever was or ever would be, containing the entirety of the book in a format that its characters could begin to understand. Each
The Siege of RosadaThe horizon was red like a blacksmith's forge, even on the battlements of the ageing castle Mattheus could feel the loathsome heat and the odour of a charnel house. Still, the evacuation was proceeding well - portals could take the small population in almost a month if their luck held.The Siege of Rosada by ~silverdreamdancer
He turned away from the skyline, just looking at it made his stomach turn, muttering a small prayer under his breath he climbed back down to survey the modest defences. Brack was standing at the base of the stairs. The tall broad-shouldered human ran a hand through his beard in an attempt to look calm, however it was clear that he was nervous. If the demons marched on the castle they would barely be able to slow them down.
"How long must we stay here Sir?" The militiaman looked straight into his eyes. Mattheus was not a skilled leader of men - he knew Brack could see his fears just as clearly as he saw Brack's - but in any case he formed his face into a forced smile.
"We can't leave until the civilians a
TBOS-OCT- Antagonist AuditionTBOS-OCT- Antagonist Audition by ~silverdreamdancer
The Book of Stories: Character Audition for Antagonist
Ink on a page...
This is a starting place, as good as any. From a pen ink flows and merges into letters, binary digits combine to form words on a screen, like a black river through a white land they come together. Then sentences and paragraphs come into being. A story flows. This is its prologue, formed from nothing.
The dark words rise and flow through the book, choosing not to be bound by the conventions of its parents.
Flowing into places the book has prepared for it, it finds constructs of lesser words that can be bound to the whim of a stronger idea. It finds a name and that name is Antagonist, not perfect but for now it will do. It seeps into the Fluid Exchange in search of a vessel. An added comma here, a letter changed and shifted there makes the transition easier.
He over-writes an old book seller. Forming a pressed suit, black as a void over a paper white shirt wrapped around the form that becomes pleasin