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nekoluch rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-24)
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 Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 2:42 pm
The word guardian caught Levi's attention. They were to follow a thread of fate and if that wasn't something to be wary of, well, what was. The ghoul stepped through the the portal, suspecting she'd have to be on guard herself. If this was a place the priestess had trouble reaching, they'd have to be careful of where they stepped. Keep to the thread, ghoul.
Immediately the darkness crept infront of her view, blanketing much of the visual descriptions of where they might be. It was a hall... but where it ended, she couldn't tell. Where exactly West was right in front of her was even debatable.
From behind, West would feel something by his ankle creeping; something furry. Aye, what'cha goin' on 'bout? 'm right 'ere. Her voice was perplexed, insisting that West was talking to the air. Behind ya. Don't go so fast or we'll get sep'rated, alright? He'd started moving on his own without waiting for her... that was like asking for dissipation as far as Levi could reason. If Medea had said straying was dangerous, being in two different places alone couldn't be far from it either. I gotcha so at'least we'can tell where we'all are. Like a blind man's walking stick, Levi swept a bit at the back of the wrath demon with her tail so she could find his. Coiling her tail around West's between them, Levi wanted to create a sort of safety line. No letting go of the thread, no letting go of the tail.
If'ya think'a so much as shakin' yer keister, tha'thread'll be tha'least'a yer worries, ya hear? A bit of light humor; maybe it would work to calm them both right now.
18/40
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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:21 pm
Her voice came out of nowhere, suddenly right over his shoulder when before there had only been whispers and that singing. He could still hear it, but her presence made the other sounds easier to tune out.
"But... no. I can't," he muttered to the voices in the darkness. Then, to Levi, "Not goin' anywhere." He shook his posterior against her wishes, but only the barest amount, his tail curling back around hers as he chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm movin' now, but, y'know. Not runnin' off."
Every word seemed to project only a foot or so out of his mouth before it was silenced. West slid his foot a couple of inches, then walked forward a few paces in earnest, waiting to see if the tatzel followed.
33/40
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nekoluch rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 11
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:47 pm
Every so often, Levi would get a tug from the tail in front of her, dictating the movements of the wrath demon
Following step-by-step, the ghoul kept a pace that seemed to work to not have her stray, but not bump into the boil either. Fingers enclosed around the thread, making sure that the fibers could be felt against her skin each step she took. Levi needed to guarantee herself that it wasn't going to suddenly run out for some reason.
It took Levi a moment of thought to come back to what the wrath demon had said earlier. West... what ain't ya'doin'?
48/40
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 12:02 pm
He shook his head in the dark as he stopped. How was he to explain the voices and enticing singing? What was the right way to tell her he had almost dropped their thread and followed something he couldn't see off Jack knew where? "I thought I heard somethin'." He still heard it, especially now that he was still again. "Thought I could see whattit was if I just..." He lifted his free hand, the other one tightening around the yarn. "I can't," he repeated. "I won't try again."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:28 pm
The two travellers would eventually come to a fork in their path, at the end of the corridor. The thread clearly pointed to the path on the left, a path that was so familiar through both Trance and reality. Glowing blues, strange, foreign humming, the feeling of cold metal, of prodding wires and glass tubes and white coats. The hall flickered, lights too bright all at once, humming down an infinite white, sterile corridor. In that hall were a series of doors, cages.
The path to the right had no thread, but it was peaceful, familiar, the sway of large Weeping Willow trees shadowing the stencil of Moonlight Hill. Soft black cobblestone roads lead down brightly glowing orange streets, familiar little abodes adorned with oddly colorful almost neon decorations. The low moon hung overhead, perfect and nostalgic.
They had to make a choice.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:33 pm
It was a startling view; her feet resisted the internal command to move forward almost immediately. hhiiisssssssssss~! Clenching her teeth together in a snarl, Levi's hand shot out in front of her through the darkness, grasping on what she'd hope was West's shirt. Following this abrupt yield to the fork in the road, her tail tightened, refusing to choose either way. ssSTOP!
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don't.
Her hold remained firm to the point of numbness on the thread as well as West.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:31 pm
He stopped.
It was silent for quite a while after the sound of Levi's plea faded away. Mostly silent. There was still the low, almost internal buzzing of their runes, and that damned singing hadn't gone anywhere either, though it continued to get less and less distracting as time went on.
His fingers remained twisted in the yarn as he peered off to the right. After the sudden brightness of the path along which their thread extended, the peaceful darkness of what appeared to be their home was difficult to bring back into focus. When he did, West's eyes narrowed at the sight. He grabbed the thread tightly in both hands, then let the first hand go so he was facing the way they had come. Facing Levi.
He didn't hesitate for very long at all before bringing his free arm around her back and giving her a brief squeeze. No one was watching, right? "We gotta. We can't..." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "We're not goin' t'Makeout Hill," he muttered, unable to help the nervous smirk that followed. "Gotta follow th'thread."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 3:26 pm
Well that had certainly fixed her shock right up.
Levi'd eased into being handled after her muscles had all tensed up at the sight of the hunter place she recalled from the trials. If it had been any other time, other than when there was an ominous thread to follow, the tatzel would have bound away from the cages and clean room whether West wanted to be dragged away with her or not. Luckily, the boil's breaking of her concentration took her out of reliving her supposed weaponization. W-what? WHAT? More silence as the tatzel turned to peer into the comforting darkness of the shadowed tree-scape. It was absolutely baffling that that sort of place would be suggested here; that activity for that matter. West, what'in tha'Jackin' hecks goin' through yer head, boil... Her words were actually light, having to end her questioning with a tired sort of chuckle before ending the squeeze with a squeeze of her own in response. He'd helped her snap out of things; now they needed to think this over logically. Hopefully.
I know. It's just- it had ta'be that place. Gesturing with a nod towards the bright space, Levi's ears flattened as she looked away, having to force her eyes back on path towards that place. She said we gotta stay with'tha'thread. I don't reckon this'is no different than them other tricks. Why would these two places be here? It wasn't their first time being deceived through a dependency on sight. Vision had failed them and led them to odd turns of events before, so why even believe this was going to be the same? Did she want to experience it again? No. Did going with the threaded path mean she would? No. Not necessarily.
Doin' this means doin' what she said. We do it, n' we stay ontha'job,... right?
We're going in there, right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 11:30 pm
The closer the two neared the split in paths the louder the buzzing grew, terrible and invasive. Choices indeed, though both areas were oddly devoid of any life. Nekoluch Wasn't too sure when you guys were done, quote me whenever ready to move to next step!
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 8:30 am
"Not my head," he said, faintly incredulous, but still smirking. "S'what we all called it at Wailin'ton. Th'school I went to b'fore here. But that'snot..." He let her go reluctantly, taking the same special care to turn without dropping the thread as he had before.
West nodded, frowning as the buzzing increased to bone-vibrating levels. "Right. Y'ready?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 9:15 am
She was indeed suddenly curious about his previous school, but that was a story that would have to wait. Right now her ears kept down as the assault of buzzing threatened her eardrums. Seems like ya'll know quite'a bit- but, yeah, let's keept'awn goin'. Tha'longer I stay 'ere, longer I think 'bout it. Following West's pace, Levi held the thread firmly as they moved towards the cages... the white place.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:33 am
The second they stepped inside, everything simply dissolved in a single sigh, as if it were nothing more than a test. The path tapered off at last, leading to one direction only - a dead end.
The thread simply disappeared into the deep water below, leaving the two at a small overhang. Everything else was deep black liquid-
- Until a strange groaning noise was heard, followed by what sounded like the crackle and hiss of fire, the unsteady creak of something parting against the dark black waters -
- A single boat with a single lantern and a single occupant inside. A large black cloak covered his face as he held out one bony hand, wordlessly. Payment.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 1:33 pm
As the facility faded away around them, West stopped so abruptly that his fleshy, humanoid toes jammed painfully into the much more solid steel toes of his boots. He checked his grip on their thread, a muttered jackdammit escaping his lips as he started forward again. Was this all just a big joke to... whoever was orchestrating it? He wasn't even entirely certain it was solely Medea anymore.
West came to a second stop soon after the first, but this one was far more controlled and not as obviously a product of surprise. The thread had rather suddenly angled downward into a stretch of liquid that might have been anything from sludge to water, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was so not in the mood to jump into it right now, unless it was guaranteed to disappear as well. Unlikely.
He had little to say that went beyond muffled curses as the ferryman pulled up in front of them, so the boil kept his comments to himself, his tail still curled around Levi's. When the creature's bony hand reached for him, one thought flashed through West's mind.
Pins. He wants our pins.
That wasn't how he would prefer this turn out.
West dug into the pocket of his pants and drew out a pair of silver seeds instead, one shiny and new, one scuffed and dull. "These?" he asked, showing them first to the tatzel.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:58 am
A huge weight lifted off her entire body, it seemed, when the room from memory trickled away like no more than a veil of mist and false visions. They'd suspected as much; the horsewoman was quite good at confusing the senses with these trances. But- was this her doing? The horsewoman wasn't able to enter this place... right? When West stopped the second time, Levi bumped into his back lightly, too caught up in thought. Agh- What is... ... it. Looking at the thread, and hearing West's use of vulgarity, it became apparent what the issue was. Their trusty thread was gone; lost into the depths. Levi's ears flickered at the light sound of creaking and movement in the liquid before them. When the boat appeared and the occupant held out its had, Levi's first thought was the the usual choice currency for her. West had chosen to try silver seeds, Levi pulled out her small pouch of candy corn, taking two kernels out and offering them to the ferryman as well. Or this? Zoobey Money? Candy? Whimmin? ps. sorry if double quote 8D;
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 12:02 am
The ferryman impatiently snatched the offerings, pocketing them with one boney hand before heading to the front of the old fashioned boat. He gestured again at them as if to say hurry up now, the wooden boat groaning a little against the dock.
There was nothing but thick mist ahead of them, and what seemed like an entrance into a darker cave. For some reason it was getting a little warmer as well, signs of decay, of old treasures and statues, of bones and remants of older Fear legacies scattered around.
The boat didn't move until both were firmly inside, cutting through the black water at a steady pace, past older decaying statues still: empty faces with broken arms, limbs, staring upwards into a hollowed black ceiling. Occasionally there was a flicker of light, the spew of flame.
At last the boat stopped. At the other end, the thread now emerged, leading onwards into one single object in the center: an empty jar, simple and bronze. There was nothing inside of it, despite the elaborate riches all around it, bits and pieces of gold and preciois minerals.
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