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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 3:29 pm
Try to climb out yourself. If there's scrape marks and no skeletons, it stands to reason that the others all got out right? Right... maybe.
Somehow, during all that fighting, Fran had managed to get herself back to her feet, only to be suddenly thrown through the air by her booted foot and into a pit. Cursing the boot with everything she had, it took the rabbit a while to realize that she had control over that limb once again. Standing, she looked up and sighed. Stupid boot. Stupid pit. Stupid tunnels.
Well, she might as well get on with getting out of there. Fran searched the walls for a moment to find the best spot to climb out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:13 pm
Give up and backtrack… Smoking shrews should be avoided… really anything smoking should be avoided… especially shrews, mongooses, and small waterfowl named Harvey.
Winnie gave a squawk as the creature continued to babble on and on and not listen to her! She peered at him between the feathers of her wings, still up to protect her as much as possible from the swishing light. As she got a glimpse of the poor shrew, her wings lowered a bit. "Awww... you poor thing."
Her sympathy was rewarded with a smoke bomb. Joy. "Hey! Come back here!" She shouted between coughs, fanning her wings to clear the smoke. She took a few steps after the poor shrew, then sighed. Clearly, he was hurt in the head. And very scared. He wouldn't help her. Perhaps she could find some other beast to help her get this shoe off...
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:17 pm
Get up. It was fun until he started to cry, now it’s just pathetic and the awesome has pretty much worn off.
"Hey, it's alright. I just didn't like your light in my face!" Tuck felt bad now for tackling this poor shrew boy. He might be rough and rambunctious with his brothers, but other kids was different. Especially when they were small and scared like this one.
The kilted squirrel got up and offered a paw to Jobey. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 8:32 pm
What a crazy git he was! Shoutin' and ramblin' even louder than Bane's shoutin' and ramblin'! The ferret was about ready to smack the fellow when something hit him. It stunk.
How DARE he?!
Bane's jaw dropped, before immediately snapping shut again [the stuff tasted awful!]. Spitting and coughing, he squinted to see the bugger fleeing down one of the tunnels, and furrowed his little brow.
"You git back 'ere 'n help me get this boot off!" Bane took off down the passage, following the young shrew.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 7:00 pm
Toki was...torn. On the one side, she was horribly disappointed. This whiny little shrew was no honorable enemy. He hadn't even tried to fight back, and his Oink was nothing more than a magic light stick, albeit one that looked like a tiny pink creature. She felt a bit guilty as she sat there on his chest; it was difficult to be pleased with herself when the anticipated battle had been such an unbelievable disappointment.
Difficult...but not impossible, especially when you were Toki. She preened her confidence, mentally gloating over how easily she had subdued the crazed shrew. Toki may have given up on the poor creature except that he happened to ramble on about her heart's desire: that magnificent shoe! "Alright Jobey," she shouted, not unkindly, just loud enough to get the shrew's attention. "I'm not gonna hurtcha, stupid. Stop cryin'." She was, however, going to take his Oink--which she did, snatching it up and inspecting it briefly before locating the button. Light flared, and she shone the beam around the tunnel before pointing it down at the pitiful shrew she was seated on. Time for an interrogation! "If you didn't take tha boot, who did? An' who gave me this one? Can you bring me to tha other? Talk, Jobey!" she barked, then ruined the effect by giggling. Yes, Toki mused, she was absolutely terrifying.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:25 am
He blinked at the shrew -- once he figured out what it was, anyway -- as he went on. Monsteres? He was trying to work this out for himself when the smoke hit him in the face and he fell back, hacking and coughing and spluttering. His chest ached. His shoulders heaved. And his hips were starting to hurt from standing lopsidedly on one boot.
But...he couldn't help but feel that he held some measure of power over the shrew. He had said something about the boot being evil, and had run away from him....which meant, as near as he could tell, that the shrew was frightened of him.
No one had ever been afraid of him in his whole life. This was....oddly excellent.
Intrigued, and suspecting that the only way to get to the bottom of this was to scare it out of him, Archie decided it'd be a good idea to follow after the shrew and press his advantage while he still could.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 3:05 am
 ~Go Left, following the voice!
~ Stand there and try to explain yourself!
~ Follow him…
The strange creature's mutterings were starting to annoy Sunfur, who did not have time in his hectic schedule to be gallivanting around with a damned boot of weirdness on his foot! When the other, too, started to attempt to blind Sunfur, he almost growled with annoyance.
"STOP IT AT TALK TO ME!" He cried, anger rising his voice by yet another octave as he danced on the spot, the boot too heavy to lift like his usually would and instead making him look like a hobbling old man. The other, apparently a shrew, screamed back at him, and promptly threw something disgustingly stinky and smoky into Sunfur's face.
Spluttering, eyes streaming from the reek, covering his nose and mouse with his cap which he'd pulled down from his head, and hacked and coughed... ooh look, a snail!... and tried to get out of the smogginess and give the other a piece of his mind! However, as he got free of the smoke, the little blighter was gone! However, his wailing and stamping feet could be heard down the tunnel. Sunfur set his eyes. This blaggard knew something about the boot, and he'll be damned if that shrew got away without telling him something. Jaw jutting in a determined fashion, the little golden mouse grabbed up his torch as before, turned on the LED light by pressing the button and tore off after the little shrew.
The going was tough, the tunnel small, the boot heavy and almost like it was dragging him back, but Sunfur was in a rage that did not befit him. He knew as soon as he caught up with the shrew, he'd lose all intention of being angry, and stutter and mumble his way through it again, but for now, his blood was boiling, and he wanted some answers!
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:27 pm
(( for the sake of my sanity, I’ve only put up the prompts that people are playing… if you start playing another line, I’ll put up that prompt with the next round ^_^ ))
Dig in your spurs and teach that little shrew a lesson!
No matter how hard Jobias cringes and cries, you’re not getting up off the poor little guy… you ask a few questions and he doesn’t seem to change his tactic of looking pitiful, then suddenly he snaps his attention to your face and looks you in the eyes… “I’ll tell you the boot story, but only when you get up off the jobey… only when you gets up.” … he pleads. His gaze is intense… as if he wasn’t really looking at you, but rather through you.
Do you...
~~ Get up? There's probably truth in his words... after all, he did actually look at you... sort of.
~~ DIG IN YOUR SPURS! You're resolute! You're stubborn! You're determined! And you have a small amount of common sense.
Get up, it's no fun feeling like a hateful shrew hater person... creature. By tree, does he have to cry so loud?
You get up off of Jobias, and take a step away from him. The poor little guy still looks terrified as he hastily climbs to his feet... apparently his fear is for good reason, because as soon as his feet hit the ground, your own boot-clad foot lashes out and pegs the poor little guy in his family jewels. Jobias collapses in front of you whimpering and moaning, muttering something about boots and magics and poor little jobeys... he lays there cowering in the dirt as your boot begins to lift up again, looking like it's going to stomp his little head...
Do you...
~~ Lean forward with the boot and try to overshoot his head... can't get shrew guts on a boot even as... interesting... as this one
~~ Pull back as hard as you can, maybe you can overpower the shoe if you put in all your might and don't think about it... after all, everyone knows that your feet have a mind of their own...
Try and climb out of the hole. Left paw, right paw...
You lean forward with a sigh and dig your previously clean paws into the dirt on the side of the wall. You’re about three steps up the wall, when your paw comes across something hard and handle like… as you grab at it, it gives way with the wall and you fall forward through a trap door into a slide like tunnel. A short (but very rapid) ride later, you find yourself in a pitch black space. You hear a voice… “Hello? Hello? Did you fall? I… I can’t hear very well anymore… my name is Parry… there’s a flint box on the floor by the wall…
Do you...
~~ Check the left wall… after all, you always choose left, and you always call tails… you’re adverse. ^_^
~~ Check the right wall… right is right… hell, even three lefts is a right… you can’t go wrong with right.
Chase after that smoking shrew… smoking makes you look cool, and that’s worth more than two lungs.
Your feet pound down the tunnel, following the fading mutterings and vocalizations of the shrew called Jobey. Even though you don’t seem to be catching up to him, you’re able to follow his little voice left, and then right, and then twice left again, until your footsteps bring you to a large room that’s well lit by firelight. As you look around you, you realize that there are six statues around the room, all at least twice as tall as you are. You recognize three of them as being Lem Robinson, Randall Snakeslayer, and the divine Madam Mouse, but you don’t seem to be able to place any of the others… you wonder for a moment if that statue there might be Tevin the Tree Tamer, but then why would Tevin ever need a spatula and a bug net? There are two doors in the room, one left and one right. Tevin and two others seem to be pointing right, Lem, Randall, and a statue depicting a fox child in an act of what can only be described as geosynchronous traffic direction are all pointing to the left.
Do you...
~~ Take Tevin’s advice and go right… after all, the guy has a bug net and a spatula, he really knows how to live
~~ Take the left door. I don’t need both a Robinson spirit and the spirit of the snakeslayer on my case for being a dolt.
Screw the shrew, I’m going home.
So you backtrack back the way you came from (wait, is that a double negative? Does that mean you’re still going forward? Crap, anyway, you’re going back to the first room you woke up in) and once you get there you find that you’re no longer alone. Even though you can’t see anyone else right away, you’re sure you can hear someone else breathing … someone… above you? … you look up slowly… and you barely have time to register the face of the cave wyrm before the toothy face grabs you by the boot and hauls you up into the air. It (he?) seems to be more interested in the boot than he does you, and as he slithers off (with you in his mouth) you remember something your dear old drunken grandma Ruth once said to you… “A creature cain’t see worth’n a damn if’n he’s got your finger in his eye, and he cain’t stand up to you when he’s a gotcher foot in ‘is guts.”
Do you...
~~ Give a violent swing and try to stab the wyrm in the eye… eyes are for losers anyway
~~ Give a violent swing and try to punch the wyrn in the gut… it’s got to have a gut in here somewhere…
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:09 am
Archie halted, panting, inside the room, his paws on his knees. The shrew had disappeared entirely, and now he was every bit as lost as he was to begin with. Oh, great.
Still, he found the statues oddly comforting. He didn't know who any of them were, honestly -- well, maybe Lem Robinson seemed a little familiar -- but they seemed very authoritative. Growing up in the orphanage, he hadn't had much chance at a proper education...maybe because he spent so much time hiding from the others childlings.
He circled them, lingering at each to examine them thoroughly. Names swam up into his thoughts after awhile, and he figured they must have come from somewhere...but he had no idea if any of them were right.
Finally, after spending entirely too long debating his options, he decided to go down the path to the right. The statue had a bug net...and Archie spent a lot of his time tracking down bugs. It was like there was some kind of camaraderie between them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 4:44 am
~Go Left, following the voice!
~ Stand there and try to explain yourself!
~ Follow him…
~ Take Tevin’s advice and go right…
The path the other took was long and winding, and Sunfur was grateful for his constant muttering and wailing as he continued to run from him, for it helped him to follow the little shrew. Every time the torch in Sunfur's paws caught a section of the shrew, it was his retreating bottom, or a flick of toes, or perhaps the tip of his tail as he rounded yet another corner away from the golden mouse. A couple of times his clouted his head against a low hanging rock, but he brushed the pain aside and strove to keep up to the constantly running shrew. Eventually, the sounds of his wailing died away, lost into echos, and then silence. Sunfur felt panic rise in his chest, but as he rounded the last corner, he saw why silence reigned.
The statues were most impressive, and though he recognised but a few, his eyes could certainly appreciate the skill and time that had gone into them. Three to either side, all on one side pointed to the other, and one of the two doors in the room, Sunfur knew he had to choose carefully. He looked about. Though the famous Robinson raccoon was on the left, pointing right, it also had that strange fox-child doing who knew what. In Sunfur's mind, foxes and raccoons were still mischievous and tricky, and his mind instantly threw up a barrier against them, and the way they pointed, regardless of the middle individual. He turned, instead, to look at the statues to his left, whom were all pointing right. Was that Tevin? Why did he have a bug net?
Sunfur took an instant likening to the one with the bug net. After all, Sunfur himself was a catcher and trader of fine bugs! The face on the fellow seems friendly enough, and he didn't believe that he that dealt in bugs would be a dishonest fellow. Puffing his chest, taking a deep sigh, and hoping his calculations were correct, he headed to the right, and towards the door. Opening it gingerly, he stepped inside, torch in the crook of his arm, hat a bit tilted on his head from his laborious running. Straightening himself up, directing a glare at the boot that was still the bane of his life and the reason for him being in these deep tunnels, he stepped inside, letting the door swing slowly closed behind him, latching with a gentle click.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 7:29 am
Check the right wall… right is right… hell, even three lefts is a right… you can’t go wrong with right.
Fran was startled by the sudden trap door opening and her short and fast slide down a tunnel. When the voice spoke, she gave a start, then relaxed as the voice seemed to be fairly friendly.
Flint box... flint box... she groped around on the right wall, looking for said object.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:02 am
Give a violent swing and try to stab the wyrm in the eye… eyes are for losers anyway
Winnie sighed as she retraced her steps back to the room where she'd woken up... and found that she wasn't alone. Someone was breathing... It took a moment before the owl realized that that someone was above her!
She gave a squawk as the wyrm grabbed her by the foot and hoisted her up. The poor owl struggled as the creature slithered off, dragging her along by the foot. Flapping her wings, Winnie kicked at the wyrm's head with her other foot, trying to get it to release her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 9:19 am
Pull back as hard as you can, maybe you can overpower the shoe if you put in all your might and don't think about it... after all, everyone knows that your feet have a mind of their own...
"H-hey! I didn't do that! The boot... it made me." Yeah, that totally sounded like a perfectly good alibi, right? Way to go Tuck. As the poor shrew whimpered at his feet, Tuck felt his booted paw raise up to kick the poor thing in the head. The squirrel grunted and fought against the shoe. "Don't... hurt... him.... again!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 1:28 am
Bane had faced some tough decisions in his young life, and he found himself facing yet another one.
Skidding to a halt, his head snapped from one row of statues, to the other, and back again. Who to listen to? A Robinson? The snake-slayer! Madame Mouse! Oh, bugger, that net though!
Shaking his head, hard, Bane did the only thing there was left to do.
Closing his eyes, he spun until he stumbled, and began to walk, opening his eyes as he moved.
Down the left tunnel, he went!
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:39 am
Get up? There's probably truth in his words... after all, he did actually look at you... sort of.
Toki considered the unfortunate shrew for a long moment and, eventually, decided that...no, he was too pitiful. This wasn't fun anymore. "I'munna letcha up, Jobey," She announced, and turned the angle of the flashlight so it wasn't boring into his eyes. "But if you run, I'munna bash your face in!" Toki would just hold onto the Oink for the time being. If Jobey couldn't see where he was going and did try to run, she'd be able to catch up with him easily that way. She slowly stood and stepped back, ready to pounce again at a moment's notice should the shrew flee, and kept the glowing piglight fixed on him the entire time.
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