[ Field Class ] You're A Disgrace (the end p.13)

[The Semblance of Unity]

She felt Deszeld hovering over her like a very green, winged sword of Damocles and she edged subtly away. She tried to focus on the lock, working her pick in and out slowly, methodically, but soon she found her brain wandering... where had that first door led? Ah.... the pick broke.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

A low hiss whistled out between her teeth, frustration tinting her vision. Bugs were bugs were bugs were bugs and natural. but they crepy and skittered and crawled and impeded her progress.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

Not only did Hollandaise break her lock pick again, she watched as a rather large spider ate it.  

[Blade Kuroda]

It wasn't very pleasant to be covered in goo. It hindered his movement pretty badly.

It just so happened that Shun had the de slimer. He grunted, then applied the substance on everything so that he could get on through the next door. As he moved on along, he eventually came upon a room filled with that looked like kegs of gunpowder and firearms. He quirked his brow, looking at the displays.

[ the munitions room ]  

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth, of course, tried the first available door.

It seemed to be particularly resistant to the idea. He thought it would be better to try a different one.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise dropped the lock. Her fingers twitched to try it again, to keep on trying and trying and trying until the blasted thing opened, but... There was another door. She would try it once, she decided impulsively. And then, when her lock pick broke again, she would come back and open the green door.

Imagine her surprise when the orange door opened right up.  

[The Semblance of Unity]

[ the pumpkin patch ]

Hollandaise gasped, cool air filling her lungs. She was outside. Pumpkins dotted the ground; a boil leapt from one to the other, and nearby, a moth-ghoul fluttered. Suddenly, she turned back to the door, tugging on the handle. She had wanted the green door, not the orange one...! But it was no use; the orange door had sealed behind her. Hollandaise half expected Deszeld to burst through in some grand display. Slowly, she moved away from it, towards the pumpkins.

"Hello, one-who-leans-on-creeple," she said to Van, carefully staying out of his line of jumping. She offered a small smile to the ghoul. "I'm Hollandaise."

Elda-kun

Face your demons

 

[PhiferWolf]

Uru's brows rose to the addition of the dormmouse ghoul. She was speaking to him, he did mutter something and she felt as if she had the need to add to it. With his arms crossed, the hellhound huffed and shook his head. This was no adventure, that was their life, this was just a blip in their trip to the end of the line. As morbid as that would sound, he was a hellhound, it was his job to see others to their end in his own way. Regardless, this was an interesting blip, but then again, that was all of Amityville. One, big, annoyingly adventurous blip in their life. With a dramatic exhale, rolling his eyes, he turned to the ghoul.

"The skill we are learning is breaking and entering. Morally, you should be oppose to this sort of thing. But, at the moment, I'd wager that our lives are on the line now so we are gonna have to throw our morals out out the window. In which case, this 'skill' is going to either save us or kill us. Whichever have you."

Rikku Takanashi

 

[phantompanther13]

The writing was not looked at. Carlos was not interested in reading. That took effort and Carlos was not even interested in effort.

But he did hear the quiet sorry, his large ears picked up the first actual word he had heard from the Banshee. His eyes turned to her and then he crawled back to here and floated up, putting his head under her chin a not so comfortable headbutt.

"She shall be missed."

[ the munitions room ]

Steal

all is forgeiven

 

[Kenner Baehl]

THE LAST PROMPT WILL COME 24 HOURS LATER THAN ANTICIPATED

I woke up barfy this morning and I've only gotten worse and more clammy since, so I'm falling into bed as soon as I get home.

Enjoy another day of shenanigans. heart  

[phantompanther13]

"A banshee scream,
fight does bring
but A banshee whisper,
soft like a drifter
brings good news
that chase away the blues."

Carlos replied. it was good that Camillia wasn't dead. Carlos liked Camellia. He liked the ghoul a lot. Thought he wasn't sure how much he could trust the banshee, if she said she could feel death she probably could. It was good news good news indeed.

Carlos did have to strain to hear her, but being so close and with his ears so big, it was audible. Barely. Like listening to the snicker snack of a Miced tea.


[ The Munitions Room ]

Steal

]

 

[poke mattix]

When someone approached him, Sludge looked at the ghoul with a quizzical expression.

Then he tried saying it back.

"Hrrr...rrreeeeeiiii."

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