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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:16 am
❇Things are getting Dicey❇
Syrus slid down the steps of a concrete balustrade, backlit by fat, well carved pumpkins; all white, to keep with the owners choice of aesthetic. It was some small corporate affair, a mockery of a proper masquerade -- suits n ties stuffed into masks that were less false than the ones they wore on the daily -- Syrus appreciated the pretense of anonymity, the lie of it, being able to rub elbows with housewives of made men who spiked their wine with Percocets. Sipping on gossip while they went rounds with one another, trading carefully hidden barbs personal enough to wound, yet passive enough to be ignored by any but the intended. An endless parade of playfully petty chess moves, made while wearing stunning arrays of stacked stiletto's and custom tailored costumes.
Company sons and daughters paying to pass the bar, and those like himself. Interns and understudies kept afloat by steady diets of Adderall, caffeine, only barely functioning by the grace of twenty minute power naps snatched between hours of grueling prep-work. Nothing he could recommend to someone more sane than he.
He'd made his marks, had his fun, arrived fashionably late, and left late enough to still be considered as having left early
Some of them? He'd send to Aramis to source for tidbits that women only spilled to those they thought so little of, salon stylists, nail technicians --- other snippets he'd pass to Waru. Offensive names for the Senshi to be made aware of him disliking, in case that dislike ever turned into hate worth being acted upon. The most intriguing sorts of information? He compiled for himself -- in case he ever had a need of blackmail or bribe, the strangeness of the city never ceased, and he preferred to be overprepared for everything.
It was his hubris, maybe, his belief in his swiss army ready for everything scout-ness -- that led to him being so caught off guard by the shiny bauble he nearly slipped on; the thing just laying there in the crosswalk of the street. He didn't care for the color, or the shine, if anything that he'd nearly fallen over it angered him so much that he'd picked the useless bit of trash up to throw.
Only to find himself transported ******** was this his life?!
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:26 am
Quote: Space 2:Something pale and ghostly slams into your back; you don’t see it, but it feels like it’s trying to push you forward–or to the side, or off the path. Thankfully, the magical glass walls stop you from going too far, but this is jarring–and might hurt..
He continued to be buffeted by that force.
It reminded him of a crush at a concert, the rush of a wave, bodies compiling 'en mass towards the front of a source -- yet there was nowhere for him to go. His air left his lungs in a silent rush, and no heaving returned the oxygen his body desired. He scrabbled to the side, to the floor, found himself nearly shoved flat despite his forcing against it --
And that die.
He clawed for it, if only to use it as a point of pain, to inflict it's hard pinpoint surface against -- whatever the ******** had him pinned. In doing so it rolled free of his sweat slick fingers, flipped to a new numbered edge. Syrus caught a precious rush of air -- and narrowly grasped the die before being kicked through space and time along the path again.
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:34 am
Quote: Space 5:A dog barks, fierce and frightening. You can hear its growl and the hackles stand up on the back of your neck. You can practically feel spittle on you. It’s close. And it’s big. And it’s angry. If this beastly dog could reach you, no doubt it would try to tear you to shreds.
"I've met bigger dogs, you noxious, impotent, b***h ---" he hadn't, it was a lie vehemently spat into the black as he heaved fresh air, less so for how stagnant it was with the stench of rank hound and wet mutt spittle.
He was a Senshi though, traded the bit of dice for his Henshin pen, traded one mask for another; from blanch country courtesan in peacocked brocade, into sluts on ice, the musical--
It was absolute madness to him. How many incomprehensible things could happen in one city? In a week, a month, a year!?
Cryolite exuded frost out of pure rage, hardly a thought as the magic came to him with more ease than normal; the shield of skin coalescing in it's truest form around the most exposed parts of his body. He hoped the barking menace chipped it's teeth on his hide -- that it got frostbite and it's entire jaw fell off...
But in case that didn't happen? He rolled the dice he recaptured within his palm..
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:36 am
Quote: Space 10:A swampy smell fills the air. You take a step, and you seem to sink into it. Mud creeps over your feet, and you sink rapidly. Ankle deep, knee deep. Whether or not you squirm and fight against it, you are sinking. The mud is crushing and painful, and if you sink too deep it steals the breath from your lungs. There’s nothing to grab onto; you have to roll your dice quickly before that too gets sucked into the muddy quicksand.
The smell should've warned him, but for all that he was more focused on fleeing than watching his terrain? It soaked his hair, coated his skin, he tried to become flat and long like some stupid documentary of mudskippers or -- what were those things Waru so liked to watch? Lizards that ran on water? Snippets of comments about surface tension, etc. It was all a ridiculous blurr of thoughts as he calmed his clawing fistfuls of mud and tried to swim through like a splayed starfish.
It stunk...
He stunk!
But every attempt at gaining leverage, ever shifted move of a knee or bend of a foothold put him deeper into it; so he was forced into a slow, slothing sway across..
Till he found purchase enough to slap his die down -- and let it roll once more.
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:37 am
Quote: Space 11:You hear a frantic flapping above you, but that’s all the warning you get before a hoard of bats descend. They scratch and slap and screech, but you avoid getting bitten. For now. You’ve invaded their space and they seem keen to defend it. You can try to fight them, but the only way to escape them is to roll again.
When he'd finally had enough of it? Another splash of power was used, wasted, but it flashfroze the mucky remains of the bog he'd waded through, and cracked it all asunder. Like a clay mask gone hard, peeling free like shattered porcelain as subzero temps touched it all. He even bemusedly caught a screeing bat with the power exchange - his body suddenly, unexpectedly to them, the worlds worst form of flypaper imaginable----
He ripped the body free of the wings, knew the blood and wigny-membrane would shlosh off with the oncoming thaw.
He rolled the dice again..and kept going....
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:38 am
Quote: Space 13:At first, the square is quiet. Nothing seems amiss. It’s unnerving in how safe it seems. But then, it only takes a few seconds before you understand why. It’s just taken a moment for them to get to you. The patter of tiny feet is rapidly approaching. There’s no light to see them, but there’s a reflection in their beady eyes. Rats. Thousands of them. Chittering, frothing in the mouth. These are strangely grotesque, mutated abominations. They’re running at you like they haven’t got a fear in the world–only, hungry. And rage. If they get to you, they’ll eat you alive. The ground is trembling with their weight. You’d better roll quickly if you don’t wind up a meal.
A grave mistake indeed.
The second his knee touched stone, the place lit up -- only not with lights -- it was the blinks of bright phosphorescent, the way cats eyes shined in light, those bright, red, hues all focused on the pinpoint of his lone form. The slow dissipation of the quiet into chittering fervor scared him far less than those too focused eyes. Predator meeting prey and cheering for it's weakness!
Then the earth moved--
Syrus wasn't fast enough to escape unscathed, only quick enough to escape alive, his magic failing him and his exposed skin wound up nipped and torn -- he wondered if he'd need tetanus shots, rabies vaccines....
If he'd ever get the crunch of overly large rat skulls and spine snapped screes beneath the feel of teeth gnawing fervently into his heels out of his head anytime soon. Probably not, but it was a hope?
The same hope that let him continue to wonder, as he escaped from one shifting bit of earth onto another -- How much longer he could wind through the straight maze full of endless snares, and survive it. Which fresh hell would the dice dump him into next? The light at the end of the tunnel meant the same as the darkness at the beginning of it. Meant even less, actually, when on his fifth step the path he'd been walking on caved straight through; and left him narrowly dangling above an abyss...
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 11:39 am
Quote: Space 19:You’re so close! Almost at the end! But the space you’re standing on shifts and shakes and seems to crumble beneath you. You have to hold on; there’s nowhere to fall but down into the deep abyss. If you manage to hang on for long enough, you find some invisible purchase and can pull yourself back up, but it’s quite the ordeal. Make sure you don’t get cut on falling spaces! The ground restores itself once you roll again.
He wasn't going to die over a dice roll.
Certainly not alone in some septic, squalor of an otherworldly abyss that he couldn't either call help into, or teleport free of..
It was as the last piece of precipice caved, that he finally flung himself up it--and over -- into a glowing light of safety. Finding himself spat out, miles away, across wet grass -- he rolled over only enough to heave up all the contents of the party prior, until even his bile was clear. Then he was calling Waru, because ******** if he was getting an uber looking like a freshly risen corpse...
And who better to understand than him?
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