Dead end. Algie skitters to a stop before a hedge wall, and it shuffles before him. Ink seems to pour out of it, building and stacking before him to form itself.
He is met with the top half of a deer skull. The flesh beneath it is torn and rotten, dripping to the floor as its mandible fails to support it. Its horns are split and broken, bits of the underlying flesh exposed to the elements. Between its rotted horns is a mess of hair, black with streaks of blue in the night sky.
As its inky body forms more solidly, something is pushed forth. Organs. Rotten, black organs. They slop to the floor, splatting from its body and caking with dirt. The smell is suffocating and horrendous, choking Algie's throat. The hollow, empty eyes bore into him. Boring into him, and yet, seeing nothing at all.
Below the ever dripping 'slop' of organs, a mouth opens. Its teeth are crooked and don't fit its mouth quite right. Two long, irregular arms pick up the drooling flesh, and stuff them haphazardly back into the mouth, swallowing with guttural gulps of air. Just as soon as they are pushed through its body, they bubble back up and fall to the floor.
It cannot scream. Whatever this monstrosity is, it bares no capability of speech. It simply stares. Silent. Hateful. One of the gangly, gnarled hands reaches up to touch Algie's face. Its hollowed-out eyes show nothing.
He has been warned.
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LEFT or RIGHT
Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 8:26 pm
Algie reared back as the smell filled his nostrils and made his stomach immediately revolt. A hand rose up in front of his face and he stepped back immediately when the thing reached for him. He didn't even commit enough to looking at it, revolted enough with the noises that he really didn't need to see the disgusting organ-consuming cycle on repeat.
Don't puke don't puke.
He was more pissed than anything that it had made itself some mockery of Zac. If it was trying to rile him emotionally it was doing a bad job.
Algie backtracked without looking back, walking faster if anything, and went the only possible option.
Jeremiah swore and his fingers twitched and not unlike when he had been dealing with the burning man, fire sparked at his fingertips. This was the worst thing that could be done. The fact he could only watch, could only ...
He saw the monster, the thing that was in the maze, and his eyes narrowed. His stomach dropped when it touched Algie and Jeremiah found himself almost stepping right off the platform.
This was not working for him.
Yet he did not miss the color of the hair, the streaks of blue that were in it. His eyes flicked to Zac and then down to Algie and ...
This place was mocking them or ...
Jeremiah smoothed a hand across his face and growled. More pieces were falling into place but there was little to be discussed, not when his focus was more on Algie and the fact he was in danger.
He sat up, squinting at the monster, the… creature that menaced Alg for a moment, fear gripping him for a moment, but it didn’t kill him, not…then.
Still his breath might be too fast, eyes too wide.
“Jer… and Sir, There’s something you need to know.” He swallowed hard.
“… there was a monster in the…basement. It was a… it was like…someone else who Autumn Knows. Whatever’s happening here… it’s twisting up people she knows.”
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:47 am
Jeremiah's hands were clenched into fists, his eyes hard and watching Algie. Of all the places to be, the worst was somewhere he could do nothing. He had a sneaking suspicion that if he tried ...
His attention went to Zac and he growled. "... I think I've got an idea," he said in a low voice, "but I don't like it."
So Long Gay Bowser rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10Total: 10 (1-10)
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 7:01 pm
tw: gore. Read at your own risk.
Algernon hits a wall. Again, from the leaves, the black ink pours onto the ground. The stench is choking, everywhere, the stench of death and rot. Soulless, black eyes bore into him from the skull. The feeding two hands drop their organs, and slowly stretch up to set upon the librarian. Ink from the gnarled, wretched things drips onto Algernon.
He begins to rot.
Every piece of flesh that drips from him, he feels. It is like a hot blade, peeling him apart piece by piece. If he looks down, he can see his skin peel away and the flesh fall from bone. His heart pounds desperately in the exposed hollow of his chest, trying to save him. What little of him remains, anyway. It is a frantic and horrified beat, and finally, the heart bursts. It is simply too much, with so little of the man left. The remaining bones and organs collapse inward upon themselves, disappearing into the filth which pours from the monster. Very slightly, its head tilts, looking downward to its own lost vitals as well as the remaining ones of Algernon.
With no sign of distinction, the inky rot begins to condense into itself, taking everything with it. Nothing but the hedge remains.
---
Jeremiah finds himself in the place Algernon once was. Before he can start, there is the sensation of a ghostly hand, cold and protective, is on his shoulder.
"It was never meant to be this way, Chief. You know this isn't me. Play her rules. Help me. Please."
It is all the guidance he is given. The stench of rot fills his nostrils.
It is time to go.
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http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24945159 Death solo!
Algie doesn't scream, though he rightfully should, but outward expression - even pain - had always been a bit of a struggle. The sound gets caught in his throat, too much to handle, a strangled sort of noise as his body peels away around him.
There's not time to think of anything besides how much it hurts until there's no thinking at all because there's only shock and no more feeling.. and then nothing truly left to feel with anyhow.
If there was a last thought, it was surely that Jeremiah burn the whole son of a b***h to the ground.
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:19 pm
Not this.
Not like this.
As he watches as the thing leaks onto Algie and his lover begins to rot and fall apart, fire flickers up to life and it is on his hands and his arms and he is pinned in place with utter rage and sorrow and then -
- something snaps. Ice settles in. The fire that was visible on the detective fades away and he realizes that he has fallen to his knees. His throat raw because of the scream he had let loose and not realized.
Before he knew it he was where his lover had been, no sight of his ring, no sight of anything. It isn't right, this isn't right, this isn't how -
Autumn's hand on his shoulder, the ghostly presence, is warm compared to the ice that is overwhelming him. His back hurts and he doesn't care. The pain is welcome.
The words mean nothing, the smell in his nose - viscera and Algie and - makes him want to choke but he picks himself up. When he moves, his fingers drag against the edge of the hedges, a low hum of a tune escapes.
It's Sympathy for the Devil.
Frost is left in the wake of his fingers. He is waiting for the thing to make itself visible, for whatever it is to be known. Whatever took Autumn is secondary to the thing that killed Algie. He is going to take it apart and then when he is done with that? There may not be a house left.
The plan - a plan was as good as any and Chris was going to turn to the detective but then, then the maze went wrong and Chris could only stare in abject horror. <********, <********>," He manages to strangle out, now watching the detective take his place in the maze. He just hoped that he got it right, for his sake. He did not want to see more death in this place.
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:33 pm
“ALG!” Zac cries out in alarm, nausea rolls through him, just watching and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to keep food down again. He’s not doing as bad as he thought he would be, but he knows that’s a matter of time.
Probably… Probably Alg is alright, but his stomach is in a wretched knot and Jeremiah is down there now.
“JEREMIAH ALG IS…” He starts to try and say, and then he’s gagging over the edge, spitting out slugs and the bile is crawling up the back of his throat and twisting his stomach. He forgot the damned slugs.
Miserable he moves back from the edge so he cam make himself as small as possible, scrubbing at his mouth half heartedly trying to get the taste, and the sensation out of his mouth.
"He's...probably ok... He's probably ok... probably..." He says very quietly, because he's not alone up here, not yet.
