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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 1:58 pm
Skip glared at her a bit for talking to him like he was a child, but the way he acted, who could really blame her? Feeling comfort from his promise to Emerald alone, he went over, and began to help Vixen. Why was it that he never seemed to have a form that fit the situation? He didn't have a "strong" form, the closest thing was Rage form, and that form was more inclined to eat Vixen than to help her, really. Oh well.
The other thing that was bothering him was that he didn't seem to be getting any more forms. He knew he needed a stimulus of some sort, but he had thought the events that he had just gone through were pretty stimulating on their own. Well, right now he figured he wasn't going to be doing anything to cause a new form to emerge. Unless he had a.... Elevator... Opening form....
Man, what a useless form that would be...
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:33 pm
"Rip a string off of your shirt or I will." Kali said, swinging her legs over the edge and staring down into the dark abyss. Okay, wo maybe it wasn't that bad, but it was dark...and deep...and abyss like... So she was gonna call it that.
'man when I get out of here I'm kissing the ground. I wonder if Brian can bring us back...I'll seriously eat his head if he can't!!' She thought the last bit and brought a horrified expression to her face for a split second. Oh lord that would suck!
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:33 pm
(I don't think I'll be able to post my little developmenty tonight. I really appreciate your being at my birthday, I loved the company. I don't know what was best; the company, the oriental food, the dirt biking...or Konrad's kinky witch sex manual. HOLY ********!!! I LEFT IT OUTSIDE AT MY BROTHER'S HOUSE. ******** me dry...)
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:56 am
((Team 1))
You pull with all your might, hoping to somehow open the now disabled elevator doors...
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[Core=49]
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 4:59 am
((Brian))
He was getting impatient, too. Calling out to Spaz, a little too harshly, he argued,
"Come onnnn! Will you just drop some more strings, threads, whatever already!!? Please, man. You wanna get out of here, right? Once we do, we can all find out what the ******** is going on...and trust me, it'll make things a whoooole lot easier."
How much longer would they be trapped in this hellhole? If Kefka found them...well, best not to think about that quite yet...
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Lovely Oddity rolled 1 100-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 7:01 am
Vixen pulled at the door all she could, and whatever was left of her split fingernails were coming off. She smiled. It was probably painful, but she couldn't feel pain right now. The doors were set pretty tight, being all in lockdown mode and whatnot. Which gave her another thought. Was there air actually circulating around the elevator? There had to be ventilation somewhere, or else they would slowly intake all the oxygen. That would be kinda fun, but this probably wasn't sealed air tight. Vegetables were sealed air tight. She looked at Emerald and removed the former thought from her mind. Just keep pulling...
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 10:50 am
Spaz pouted and blew a rather loud and obnoxious raspberry at his two companions. Everybody was always so mean to poor Spaz. Now what was he supposed to do, exactly?
Uh... drop some beats? No wait, he'd already tried that. Didn't work.
Drop an egg? Egg drop soup was pretty good, but Spaz didn't have any eggs, so that probably wasn't what they wanted. Deviled eggs were good too. And deviled ham. And devil's food cake. And the Devil. All good.
Spaz wondered what would happen if Satan ate angel food cake. Did he even have a sweet tooth? What makes a sweet tooth so sweet anyway? Can you have a sour tooth? What was in sweet and sour sauce? If a cat ate a lemon, would it become a sour puss? Why are a wrecked car and a sexual story both called a lemon? Are lemmings and lemons related? Are demons and lemons related? What about Mormons?
These and dozens of other questions buzzed through Spaz's brain for about twenty seconds, then he got bored and started picking at his shirt again. He pulled at his sleeve until it started unravelling, and as the threads came loose he tossed them down the shaft after the first. He suspected that this was what he was supposed to be doing, but couldn't remember why. Ah, who cared. Littering was fun.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 12:56 pm
Kali grinned when Spaz dropped the threads and looked over the edge, her eyes trained on the small bits. If they moved, she was seriously going to hug Spaz. I, of course, he didn't try to eat her or anything. And then she'd hug Brian. And then the wall.
'I am NEVER going in an elevator. Ever.'
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folchinator rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 12:35 am
((Team 3))
[Oh, please, God...]
[Core=17]
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:13 am
((Team 1))
The door would not open. Hard as they tried, the two could not pry the doors apart. Damn. Even without power, they were airtight...
They were running out of options. Maybe-
SLAM.
What was that? Below them, a loud explosion rumbled the elevator shaft. ********>
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folchinator rolled 1 100-sided dice:
69
Total: 69 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:15 am
((Team 2))
The first strings, through the middle of the shaft, did not blow anywhere. Brian's heart didn't sink just yet; there were still four walls left. Watching the one closest to him rather intently, he eyed a lone string floating down...
[Core=74]
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:24 am
Kali sat, still as stone, staring down. None of the ones in the middle were moving...but the draft (if there was one) wouldn't be quite strong enough to reach the center. She watched a string near Brian, it was close to the wall...ish.
'will it move?' she thought, blinking.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 9:29 am
((Team 2))
"Come on...come on..."
Brian felt like he was betting on a horse race. Well, he might as well could have been...this was one of their last and vey exhausted options. He wondered what would happen if it didn't work...would they all die? If so, how? Would Kefka come and blow them to bits, or would starvation lead its course? With all the food gone, it was a sure possibility...maybe he was supposed to die out here. Maybe Gena had forseen it...or maybe, just maybe...this crazy plan might work.
The tiny spindle curled and danced its way straight down, showing no signs of faltering. But as it reached floor 2...it wavered...and shot out towards the middle! No way! Could this be true!? Regardless of the blistering pain in his arm, Brian carefully rapelled down the shaft to the Floor 2 door where the air gust had been. Using ropes and metal rungs to guide him, he made it there with relative ease, and now only had to search for the hatch...
Hm. It was hard to tell. Everything was pitch black...moving from left to right, he wasn't having any luck in his findings...
"Guys...I...I don't see it here. Did any of you see the thing move? I don't think I was seeing things, but it's definitely possible. You know, I don-"
He moved his hand up to gesture to them...and felt the slightest puff of air hit his fingertips. Stopping dead in his tracks, he reached his hand up again. Air! Planting his whole hand on the source, he felt...a grate of some sort, camouflaged in with the rest of the shaft! They did it! They found a way out!
"GUYS!! WE GOT IT! HAHAAA!!! HOLY s**t!!! Whooo! Come here! Spaz, get the bag, dude! We're busting out of here!! Ha ha ha!!!! YES!"
He was completely elated. Feeling the grate, he could tell that it was big enough for any one of them to fit through. He had no idea where it lead besides out of this stupid chamber. YES! This freaking rocked!
"Kali!! That's all you, girl! Ha ha ha!! Very, very nice thinking there. If-uh, when we get back, this alone wil help land you a spot in the SSM without a doubt. You too, Mr. Agility! Come on guys, let's go. I'm getting tired of this stupid tunnel."
Leaning his head against the wall, Brian felt elated. Finally, something went right for them. Never before had he felt so close to failure...and now that they were all about to succeed, it made the victory much, much sweeter.
Awesome...
<<+150 Exp to Party>>
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:43 pm
The bag? Uh... let's see, bag, bag, bag... OH YEAH!! That bag that he'd left on top of... the... elevator.
God damn it.
"Spaz, get the bag... Spaz, get the bag..." He repeated in a mimicing tone as he set about climbing back up the shaft. "Don't even get a 'please'..." His incomprehensible grumblings continued to echo down to Brian and Kali as Spaz made his way upwards for the second time. Fortunately, now that he'd had a rest and some grub, he had no trouble at all scaling the wire. In short order he was back on top of the elevator, where he looked around for a moment scratching his stubbly chin.
"Now where's that bog I was supposed to get? Uh, I mean 'dog'." The only thing up there was an old rucksack, and it didn't really look like a dog. Well, Brian didn't seem all that smart, maybe Spaz could fool him into thinking the bag was a dog. A rare breed, he'd say. The legless, headless, eyeless, canvas pug.
Slinging the strap over his shoulder, Spaz shimmied back down the side of the car and climbed all the way down to Brian.
"Here you go Boss, one dog. See, he's wagging his tail, that means he likes you." Spaz said, holding out the bag and twitching the strap back and forth. "Woof woof."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 2:44 pm
((Team 2))
Brian took the bag, a little confusedly, and plopped it down next to him.
"Thanks, Spaz. You two can take a little break now. I've gotta do some thinking about what exactly we're supposed to do here...I need to figure out a way to open the grate. Yeah."
He pushed his hair out of his eyes, and unzipped the bag. Hm. What could he use to open this thing? Paperclip? No...not gonna work. Definitely not the green apple. It couldn't even be eaten. Hm. Maybe the grappling hook would work...yeah. It would have to, right?
He latched one of the sharp points to a hole in the grate and let the rope hang down the shaft. Now, he just needed a pulley...but there wasn't anything like that anywhere...Hm. ********. He pulled the rope back in, dejectedly, and toyed with a few other crappy ideas. After the gloves, water bottle, and mission document plans failed, the only thing left was really the paperclip, and that wouldn't work. The thing was fastened on by 4 flat-head screws. A paperclip wouldn't be able to wrench this thing off. Could a paperclip even do anything here?
"Uh, guys?" he called out. "I've tried everything here. It looks like either the grappling hook and...paperclip are the only options to opening this damn thing. Any ideas? I'm drawing a major blank."
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