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 Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 11:57 am
"Got it." Matt replied as Sasha told them to not wander out of her sight as he continued to pick the grass of his slacks.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 7:59 pm
Wash cleared his throat, trying not to laugh. Someone had woken up on the wrong side of the dirt this morning. He fought off another face-cracking yawn as she ordered them about. If her phrasing was odd, well, he had to just chalk it up to nerves. She was putting on a brave face.
He stood and dusted off himself, picking leaves out his shirt and hair.
"Got anythin' for breakfast in that pack you made us?" He drawled hopefully. He'd kill for a granola bar, and he was getting a little thirsty too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 9:56 am
"Ha ha," Jerry murmured weakly, still wary to let the wounded trainee up the tree. "Just... just be careful, alright?? You see any sign of the estate??" He called up, but did casually start pushing leaves and softer debris with the end of his makeshift walking stick as he waited all the same.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 4:35 pm
Everything ached from the inside out. Her eyes felt gritty and sore, and her stomach grumbled with hunger. Sasha didn't want to eat anything that was left in the small prison. She knew that eventually she would need to eat, but she was going to go as long as she could without food.
The next time that the rasping voice came close, Sasha cleared her throat and called out softly.
"Bonjour? Qui est-il?"
She wasn't sure if she'd get a reply. Dampening her lips, Sasha tersely waited for any kind of response.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:31 pm
Both Jerry and Dylon managed to heal a little overnight, though not to full health. The low fog obscures much of their vision, and gives their voices a strange echoing quality that can lead them around in circles. the ooc Roll 1 d6 to determine their direction 1: the cottage 2: the crypt 3: the castle 4: the moors 5: further into the forest 6: back to the clearing where they slept You can continue playing them in the rolled direction for as long as you like and roll again if you wish The singing outside of Sasha's prison halted and the crack in the door grew dark. "Isssss....the little missssss...." it hissed slowly, "quite......well?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:43 pm
Fog everywhere.
Dylon climbed down, heaving a sigh once his feet hit the ground. "There's too much fog. I don't know north from south." He said with a frown and a shrug.
"Suggestions?"
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Bilious rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 1:48 pm
Jerry glanced around, pursing his lips. "W-well.." He cleared his throat, trying to easy the worry out of his voice. He was leading a trainee. He was the superior officer here. He had to make the call. "Well, we um. Came out there," He motioned, "And we twisted through... er... um." There was no way to tell how deep underground they really had been. They could have crossed under this clearing for all he knew, but his best guess... "We probably cut through under that hill there. Let's um. Just... yeah. That way." He helped Dylon back down as best he could before gathering up their meager things and propping his makeshift crutch under his arm. "Come on, it can't be that far and we have plenty of daylight."
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:04 pm
Jerry didn't seem to certain of what to do. However, Dylon didn't have any bright ideas either. Staying put would drive him crazy, even though that was the golden rule of being lost.
And so he walked, keeping his pace slow for Jerry's sake, since the other hunter was still hobbling somewhat. However, after a fair bit of walking, they found fields. Large open fields.
"I um... I could be wrong, but maybe we're going the wrong way." There was no telling where those tunnels took them, though. They'd walked a good two hours underground.
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Bilious rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:40 pm
As Jerry's walking stick sank into the wet earth, he hobbled to a stop and stared out at the broken treeline. Panic bubbled in his throat. "There's... n-no telling how far we were carried. I mean... we passed through all that underground water- it certainly feels soppy here to me... for all we know, it could be over that hill!" He wove his walking stick before stumbling in the mud and caught himself with it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 3:03 pm
Dylon grimaced as he walked through the muck, occasionally making a noise of disgust at the squishing noises his shoes made as they pulled from the mud and peat. "Okay! I believe you.. yugh..." Over the hill and far away. Hopefully their mucky journey would eventually lead to a cottage. There was a lot of ground to cover. More woods to go through, which was favourable to the moors.
Finally they made it. When he saw it, he'd realized he had believed they never would see it again. "There it is!" He exclaimed in disbelief. "I hope they're still in there."
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 3:53 pm
Jerry was mudsoaked and exhausted, his walking stick broken and replaced somewhere along their journey, and the longer they wandered through the moors, the more he had insisted, "Just over the hill-" almost manically.
Follow your gut.
Follow your nose, Roar had corrected.
Jerry didn't want to inhale too deeply, his antihistamines were back with Sasha and his pack.
He was on the verge of a panic attack when Dylon's voice snapped him out of his own head. He blinked, limping to catch up, "W-what, r-really?? I KNEW IT! I told you, see??" With a sigh of relief, he hobble-ran, sliding down the hill toward it, "They've got to be close! SASHA!! SASHA, WASH!!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:32 pm
Sasha nervously fussed with the tail of her lengthy braid, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she contemplated a response - and the voice, and whatever the voice belonged to. Her gaze darted towards Nona briefly before shifting towards the voice. "No. No, the little miss isn't quite well." Her voice, though quiet, held something of a breathless tone - almost as if Sasha were trying her hardest to mimic the voice she'd heard down in the crypts. If pretending to be the person whose body she now inhabited was her way out of this dungeon, then Sasha was prepared to do whatever needed to be done in order to get out of the dungeon, Nona in hand.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:50 pm
Outside the room, there was a prolonged silence followed by a speculative, "Would....the little misssssssss......like...out?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:51 pm
Sasha pursed her lips and took a few steps away from the door. That tone wasn't as eager as she would have liked to hear. Maybe whoever was on the other side of the door had been warned that she might want out of the room, and had been given very explicit instructions not to let her out.
Then again, maybe fatigue and stress was causing her to come up with all of these complications, and with that thought in mind Sasha let out a low hum.
"Why wouldn't I want out?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 11:19 pm
"Thissss isssssssss a....dangeroussssss land." Something sharp scratched along the door's wood, "Sssssssuch a....little misssssss, would be....ssssafer....in her...cage."
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