Tierte watched as Eostre moved about gathering up a blueblood, who looked rather dazed. Tierte could feel the gas taking effect as well. She groggily nodded to Eostre before turning back to Nahori with newfound confidence. She had to get out of here, she just HAD to.
Looking around Tierte noticed some of the windows being broken, or rather heard it from the other room. What a genius idea! The small redblood looked around for possible things to break, her eyes landing on a chair. She could probably easily push out a window with such a object. Nodding to Nahori she motioned her to get back before hurling the chair at the nearest window. With a crash the window broke, various pieces of it flying everywhere. Grinning she turned back to Nahori, carefully climbing onto the windowsill and offering her hand. Motioning to Lynxmom to stay behind for a bit to make sure everyone got out safely she turned back to the orangeblood. "Care to escape this horrible hellhole with me?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 5:37 pm
Choice: B.2] Smash a window ✦Sleuthsparks: 7.5/10
Nahori wasn't sure if she or one of the other trolls fumbling around the walls had stopped the gas. All she knew was it had stopped and that was all that mattered. It took a moment, but mother stopped screeching, and finally what felt like silence in comparison washed over her. It quite obviously wasn't, there were still plenty of trolls talking, but it felt like it.
The silence was such a relief, a calm washed over the orangeblood. Or wait, maybe that was all the gas she inhaled... She felt so very sleepy. Tierte's hand on her shoulder and Adamaz's insistence roused her just enough to keep her standing.
"T-Thank you...!" she called after Adamaz before turning back to Tierte. "T-Together...? C-Can we g-get out?" she asked, climbing up after her.
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Sarcel wasted no time hurrying into the dark, though she couldn't help but second guess herself when she did. It wasn't just dark, it was impossible to see anything. Her hand gripped onto Elidae's tighter, finding solace in the fact that she wasn't at least alone in this, even if Elidae was just a child. Of course, Sarcel came to abrupt halt when she heard another small voice screeching through the darkness. It called not for her, but for Elidae.
Actually, Elidae had been calling out another unfamiliar name in addition to Lorata's—don't think about it don't think about it—what was it again, Hemera? Most of the children at this party had been anything but pleasant, but she had to admit that they all seemed close knit. Even if they were in the throes of petty children drama, Sarcel almost envied their interpersonal friendships. They made it seem so easy. It probably was; childhood was... far more simple, wasn't it.
Ah, but enough about that. "H-Hemera? Is that your name?" Sarce called into the darkness, trying her best to pinpoint their location in the all encompassing shroud. "I-It's all right! We're n-not moving a-anymore! Try to f-follow my voice! Are you a f-friend of Elidae's? W-We can all get out together!"
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Previous path results: B.1] Halfway up the stairs, a metallic rumbling and clicking sounds, and the steps flatten out into a ramp, sending you tumbling back down. If you are a child, you bounce down the steps into yes, another pit that has opened up at the foot of the stairs. Loose your remaining ✦sleuthsparks✦ and follow the cute troll emoji below. If you are a teen or older, you manage to grab onto the banister, plant your feet on the wall, and halt your fall. Climbing the rest of the way up, you eventually crawl onto the upper landing, minus 3 ✦sleuthsparks✦ from all that surprise exercise. ✿△ △ (◕‿◕✿)==>
B.2] You deftly smash a pane either with a protected hand or some other tool, and feel a little bit of tension release. Destruction is theraputic! Regain 1 lost ✦sleuthsparks✦. If you are feeling the effects of the gas, those also pass as you breathe in the fresh air. If you are a child, you can probably - definately wiggle through the broken window to freedom! Follow the link below. If you're older, your body has grown too big. Any attempt would leave you stuck halfway, and presumably feeling pretty ridiculous. You may choose to follow paths B.3 or B.4 now - with your regained confidence in sorting this party out. ✿△ △ (◕‿◕✿)==>
Any child who hits 0 ✦sleuthsparks✦ can now find this window and exit via it during the remainder of the cyoa.
B.3] You watch any trolls who charged ahead slide and shriek their way back down the stairs as they fold into a ramp. Ha. You were so smart to wait at the bottom of the stairs and wait for others to -- the floor opens up abruptly below you. You fall into the darkness with any stair children landing on top of you. loose your remaining ✦sleuthsparks✦ and follow the cute troll emoji below. If this is a secondary choice after completing path B.2 or from being inactive, the pit has already opened and you ease your way around it. Using the banister, you haul yourself carefully up the slope that has replaced the stairs and arrive at the top safely. ✿△ △ (◕‿◕✿)==>
B.4] See B.5-B.8 for your choice results.
B.5] Your hands come across some wall that swings aside easily - aha! Stepping into the light that floods the passageway, you see you're in the armory - these passageways sure take you all over the house. You also notice that since Comedi left this room and disappeared to who-knows-where, the lid of the chest he was sitting on has popped up -- from whatever large object was bundled inside. You peer closer. Is that an arm hanging out of it? The sleeve looks like Gerard's, although it's missing it's glove and is covered in teal blood and --- nope. You step back into the wall and close the door. Nope nope nope. Loose 6 ✦sleuthsparks✦ for nopeing, and yet gain 2 ✦sleuthsparks✦ for a sleuthful discovery. You solved the mystery of where Gerard got to - as well as a lot of smaller ones - but at the same time, nope. Follow the rest of your wall-dwelling allies to the B.8 choice results.
B.6] You fumble around in the darkness, trying to feel your way forwards. As you walk, either your hand or the hand of a troll near you bumps into something on the wall that shifts aside, revealing two eye-holes in the wall. Light streams through them, as well as fresh air and sound. The sound of two trolls talking, as it happens. Or more accurately, arguing.
"I'd ask where you came from, but I think these cigarettes sold you and your cheap tricks out for good, Shishi."
There was an immediate snort of laughter, almost coming over top of the name as if to drown it out. "You really going to try bringing tactics up, when you're the one whose most famous military moment is leading an army of wigglers to defeat? If I were you I woulda been more worried about keeping my mask on, rather than my gloves."
"I would hardly call Civisect City a defeat. My downfall was not eradicating every last one of those Phoenix Initiative vermin. The Crown decided they'd rather cover it up than pursue them when they were fleeing with their tails between their legs. My glory was taken from me. You threw yours away." The sharp sound of spitting filters through the wall.
"If you're here to execute me for points with the Empress, you can forget it. Look how well it worked out with Cincil - she's practically your little protege. You're not troll enough to fight your own battles, so tell me where my moirail is or leave me the hell alone."
"Funny you should bring that up, Puchen. Y'see this here?" There was a crinkle of paper. "This is a lovely note I got a few days before coming here. Had some chemicals on it that were going to burn it up, but I've seen that one too many times and had a counteragent to spare. This here is my official, sanctioned, license to knock you out of the picture for good. Says clear as day - continue your work, uphold military standards. It seems pretty clear to me what my instructions are, don't it? Cull the fat, lazy highbloods that go around thinkin' they deserve a free medal just from what's bleeding out of them." There was a slight pause, as the speaker considered.
"I'm actually disappointed Comedi and Kewrei got taken out before I could get to them, they were both about as useless as you. Seems whatever's been going on tonight has been about getting rid of bad old blood. So you can just let go of whatever lovely warm ideas you had about crawling out of here on your belly, turn around properly, and meet your end face-on like the soldier you so badly want to be."
No pause followed the threatening words. There was a brief, alarmed choking noise before heavy crashing and thumping reverberated through the walls, shaking the floor outside of the block. Short violent cries preceded an immense shattering noise, then scuffling. Finally, a gunshot. There was silence.
The wall rattles, clicks, and swings open. It reveals a shaking hand spattered with red and blue and clutching a small revolver. Weary blue eyes rise to come face to face with the crowd in the wall. They rest on the queen and open in shock - all that Puchen can manage is a surprised wheeze. She scans the rest of the trolls and clears her throat, frozen. It looks like Puchen has joined the party! Loose and gain the exact (variable) amount of ✦sleuthsparks✦ as your mind and soul fluctuate in shock over the sudden developments, but settle simply on loosing 4 ✦sleuthsparks✦ due to feelings fatigue, and also how firmly Puchen is still holding that revolver. Follow the rest of your wall-dwelling allies to the B.8 choice results.
B.7] Your hand closes on a dusty leaver that swings down smoothly under your weight. You barely touched it at all. Huh! You hear a grinding of gears, then a small ways away in the house, the shriek of other trolls and the sound of falling. Another mystery. Life is amazing. You feel that this house is inviting you to solve it's enigmas, and you accept the challenge. Regain all lost ✦sleuthsparks✦ and follow the rest of your wall-dwelling allies to the B.8 choice results.
B.8] You find yourself climbing a small spiral staircase, and arrive at a dead end that reveals itself to be a final door. Pushing it open, you find yourself in an unfamiliar part of the hive, on the second stem. Across from you is the staircase to the first floor, and down the hall to the left you see a flash of movement, and the end of some long curly hair disappearing around a corner. You are right on Awassi's trail! Regain 1 lost ✦sleuthsparks✦ if you are below 10.
If you missed your choice yesterday, your troll can only pick paths B.3, B.5 or B.8. If your troll is a child, they can exit the hive via B.2. The paths B.5 or B.8 can only be taken if your troll was previously inside the wall via path A.4. Remember to subtract 4 ✦sleuthsparks✦ from your total.
Today's Options: You all pile up together at the top of the stairs, and are quickly alerted by the trolls that arrived first of Awassi's direction. You are so close! Hurrying after the retreating greenblood, you turn the corner to find yourself in a long corridor, filled with doors. Which one do you run up to and throw open, expecting to find Erilyn behind?
C.1] Open the nearest door. Awassi was right here, how'd they disappear? Obviously by ducking into the first doorway they saw. Striding over, you square your shoulders and fling it back. Gotcha!
C.2] Open the farthest door. Erilyn's clearly trying to keep the distance, so they went the distance! You run all the way to the end of the hall, and breathing heavily, throw open the last door. Got ... ya...!
C.3] Open the half-open door. You see one door is hanging open. Pouncing on it like the master sleuth you are, you crack it open a fraction more and stick your head inside.
C.4] Open every door. Running down the hall, you stop at each door, yank it open, and glance in, before running to the next. You're not winning any prizes for excessive detail-taking, but all you're looking for is the hair.
C.5] Stand and wait. You'll let everyone else run around - and just head towards the trolls who start yelling 'aha' when it happens. In your mind, you add a quiet plus one to your 'genius strategical mastermind' tally sheet.
The final cyoa result will happen 24h from this post. Remember to mark your choice and current ✦sleuthsparks✦ count visibly in your post.
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Sarcel was still calling out to the small, shrill voice when the commotion of other trolls caught her attention instead. Who else was around here? It was hard to tell, especially given the lack of light. Her hand gave Elidae's a subconscious squeeze, everything was okay. They had to keep their wits about them, especially given their obvious... disadvantages. Hopefully the other child—Hemera?—would catch up quickly. She shivered. When did it get cold in here? Maybe she was imagining it.
Maybe she was also imagining the tiny stream of light further down the corridor, too. Her eyes were narrowed, squinting. "H-Hemera? Still w-with us? Keep f-following my voice!" Sarcel didn't want to move, but if there was actually a light source, then she wanted to at least get Elidae moving towards it. Light meant potential exit. Hey, actually, what was up with this? Upon closer inspection, they looked small, whatever these holes were meant to be. She sighed in the fresh air that trickled through them. That was nice.
The commotion she heard? Not so much.
"L-Let's keep ourselves quiet, E-Elidae..." she murmured to her yellowblood companion, kneeling down to peek through one of the holes. Her eye widened when she was greeted with the sight of both Puchen and Sir. She licked her lips nervously. Cigarettes? That was what Alifax was trying to get at...
So Schrad was some sort of psionic? Sarcel squinted nervously, eyes still trying to adjust to the light. She had heard plenty about the debacle at Civisect, but she hadn't been present for it. There was that Phoenix Initiative being thrown around again... So it had been a cover up? She hadn't heard about that. What were they even arguing about?
"If you're here to execute me for points with the Empress, you can forget it. Look how well it worked out with Cincil - she's practically your little protege. You're not troll enough to fight your own battles, so tell me where my moirail is or leave me the hell alone."
It felt like an eternity, waiting for Schrad to speak next. Even when she did, she couldn't catch most of it. Sarcel's mind raced with a multitude of thoughts in that split second span, and yet at the same time she felt... empty. There was both an overwhelming encompass of everything and yet nothing at all. Her heart had stopped the second Puchen said her name. She wasn't here anymore. She was Rage, back at the top of the waterfall, staring down hemo-anonymous Zeylla as she tempted her with a stiletto. She was Pain, tumbling down over the edge, chest tight, no way to breathe, stunned as she slapped into the mineral water below. She was Dauntless, staring death in the eyes—or mouth, rather—hulking and terrifying, screeching out something unintelligible and bloodcurdling, befitting of a brutish beast.
She was Sarcel, standing there, sick from over-exertion. There was one thing that had been drilled over and over and over into her head: she was Tenacity in physical form, unrelenting. She refused to give up. Even when he body gave in, legs weak, grey skin smeared blue, she stepped forward. Schrad had handed her the plant. Sarcel had taken control of her own destiny, found it fit to make herself worthy.
Sometimes—even now—Sarcel was certain she had perished down there in the caverns. When the leech creatures were upon her again, she had died. When they fled, it was because she was dead. It seemed so much more probable to her rather than stress activating the what—invisibility? And then she hid that, was ashamed of it? Why would Schrad want her dead, when it made no sense? Why, when she had volunteered herself for the glory of the Crown? When she stepped up to—and did—avert a national calamity? There was no way it was related. That entire cavern—it was crawling with those creatures, it was—Sir told her not to stop, not for anything, and well she did! She did! It was her fault, wasn't it, for attracting those creatures? For almost failing?—She didn't fail, it wasn't an option—but she made the offer vacant, almost lost it all. Had she actually ever gained anything from the start? Did she even have anything to lose?
Follow the red path, don't stop. Follow the red path, don't stop. Fol҉l͘o͝w ̀th͜e ̷͡ŗȩ̢d̀ ͞p̶̀at̸͝h͘҉.̀, d͟͟o͜͢͡ǹ̶͏̡'̕͝t̨͞͠ ̨͢s̡͡t̨͝o̶͟ṕ̡̕͠.̵́͢͠
Cull the fat, lazy highbloods that go around thinkin' they deserve a free medal just from what's bleeding out of them.
The blue flowing through her veins never burned her more. She was on fire. Sarcel looked up to Schrad. She remembered what Alifax had told her, about the cool colored tallies on Schrad's arm.
It all swirled back to this notion of camaraderie. The hemospectrum was orderly, it kept things organized and Sarcel could appreciate it. The hemospectrum didn't matter to her when it came to the battlefield. The rules change in the throes of war, kill or be killed. You relied on each other, pushed each other through the absolute impossible. Blood didn't matter then. Her mind turned to Kursha, as it often did in the middle of these psychological debates, and how he sold out his group to the Crown, he wasn't with them from the start. Now it turned to Schrad, how she killed her comrades while still wearing those badges across her chest, what was she?. What did it mean to be a real soldier? Was it merely being someone with power, someone that could be looked up to? Was Sarcel's idea of companionship just a naive ******** sort of wriggler's dream? War wasn't fair, she knew that, but what the ******** was this? What the ******** was anything?
It didn't matter that she was a target. What mattered was the principle. It wasn't just her, it was countless others, it was thousands. How many others found the edge of Schrad's judgement, when they weren't even guilty?
The instant there was a gunshot, Sarcel's foot found the weight of the wall, slamming it open in tandem with the mechanism. Her face was void of feeling, eyes wide and yet dulled as she took in the sight in front of her. Two trolls were standing when she watched through the peepholes. Now there was only one. Puchen looked just as shell shocked as Sarcel did. When Puchen's eyes swept the group, Sarcel refused to let her gaze falter. Every ounce of feeling was put into an intensity focused in condensed concentration through her eyes. There was no hatred in her stare. What respect she had for Schrad now laid to waste on the floor, still oozing red. What trust she had in her fellow man as ephemeral as the smoke from Puchen's revolver.
"Elidae, Hemera." Her voice was surprisingly even, devoid of anything save for the strain of her shaken composure, "Go ahead with the others."
It wasn't a question, but a solemn order. Sarcel could hear the voices and murmurs of everyone around her, though she didn't dare to look at any of them. Her vision was completely crimson, a very real contrast to the blue that welled in her eyes. It took everything to resist crying. Sarcel Cincil did not cry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 9:41 pm
reacting to Pooch-pooch.] 10 ✦sleuthsparks✦ Barely a step ahead when the gunshot sounded, Regina turned with an eyebrow quirked towards the huddle of trolls clustered at the eyeholes. In the dark, the expectant look on her face was invisible, as was the slight straightening of her back. Fingers curling around her sabre's hilt, the quiet concentration left her face as Puchen stepped awkwardly into the light. As the blueblood temporarily met her stare she gave a small nod, and an even smaller smile. An out-of-control redblood officer versus a disgraced blueblood commander, with a coin toss to guess who'd come out on top. Another part of tonight's events that had ended as she hoped.
Turning her back pointedly on Puchen, she continued quickly on her way. Puchen would get her reward for tonight's events - her precious greenblood officer and her would get a full honourable discharge. Their files would be 'lost' - and they'd be free to live a quiet civilian life. All in all, the offer had been quite generous, and she felt certain Mapuye wouldn't put it to waste.
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Was this… her salvation? Sweeps of duty began to dissolve. There was a loss of something that Puchen couldn’t quite place, but it seemed filled by the promise of something unfamiliar. Her gun hand shook until Regina stalked away.
Puchen wavered, straightened, and her grip loosened on the revolver. It felt as though her soul had left her body with the weight released at this very moment. She tucked the firearm awkwardly in her uniform, having no place for the improvised weapon. Eostre’s chalk-white gloves were stained in a tragically mirthful display. Puchen peeled them off and discarded them. There would be no mingling with Shishi’s blood, particularly not near her fresh wound. She winced as clammy fingers met the open air. Her wounds in clear view, along with Sarcel’s. Poetic. Puchen cleared her throat but said nothing. Something had brought them together, whether it fate, misfortune or the iron-clad will of the Queen. She clasped Sarcel’s hands in her own, branded wrist facing up and expression set in grim solidarity.
“You’re strong, so fight. Fight for yourself, and the ones you hold dear.” She paused. Her eyes cast to the ground and blinking away the gauzy fog in her fatigued gaze. She pursed her lips and gave Sarcel’s hands a squeeze. “Lead, Sarcel.”
She stepped back and looked to where the rest of the party was hurrying. The chase for Erilyn was in quick motion, but the opportunity for escape was becoming more apparent every moment. The decision to cover the blueblooded recruit was as much a test as a toss of her own fate into the will of another. Someone younger, genuine. She had promise beyond military prowess. With any luck that promise wouldn’t be tarnished by blind hatred or destructive ambition. Reach for the stars, Sarcel Cincil. Never look back.
Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 10:57 pm
Ҕᾁʐɱᾁʂ Ҏӫςɧῒɱ xxxxCentral Hivestem || Rumpus Block Hazmas padded the ground and walls, looking for a switch or lever, when his hand brushed something and it moved. He froze as a grinding sound filled the tunnel and screams echoed from the wall behind him. Frantically, Hazmas searched for whatever he'd bumped and put it up right again, hoping that whatever had just happened didn't happen because of him, and if it did, that no body died from it. But all that came to mind was Chiara's last words to him. "You complete idiot! Could you have chosen an any more foolish action? No! Just run into danger why don't you!"
'Yup, that's me,' Hazmas thought, shaking his head and stopped when he heard the wall open again and another voice enter the tunnel. It was a familiar voice and it was calling his name.
"Azrael?" he called back as he knelt up and pushed himself to his feet. He sounded pretty close. "Azrael, over here!"
He felt around, guiding himself down the hall with one hand while feeling the empty air for Azrael with another. Whether he was getting closer or not the green blood couldn't tell, and he almost tripped when his foot caught something hard and square-ish. Hazmas bent down and felt around. There were more square-ish shapes.
'Stairs!'
He turned, hopefully facing the way he'd come and shouted down the tunnel. "Azrael! There's some stairs over here! Follow my voice, but be careful! These things are solid!"
With his call of warning sent, Hazmas began climbing the staircase, each step leading him in a tight spiral, leading him to a door at the top and the rest of the inner-wall explorers. He paused and looked down the stairwell. "Hey! I found the people in the walls!" he shouted and listened as his voice echoed down the into the darkness. Satisfied, the youngster turned and followed the crowd, wincing as he entered part of the hive's second stem. Duggers, it was bright! But not bright enough to blind the little greenblood to the flash of hair an movement just down the hall.
Not able to get past the crowd between him and the hall, Hazmas waited until he could get through the door, but by then he had no idea which door Awassi had taken. Looking around, the youngster decided that the most practical thing they could do was check them all!
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Kursha stifled a chuckle at the queen's response. How long had it been since he had worked with someone competent? He thought back to before the swamp, during his time with the rebels in the caves. Most of them had proved useless, but there had been one or two who stood out as real talent. There had even been a few moments where it almost seemed like... His mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile. He forced it back down. Now was not the time to be sentimental. After all, he had another phoenix to bring to ashes.
He and Regina had only gone a little ways down the corridor when they ran into and nearly through (Kursha lowered his knife) a gaggle of trolls. A moment later, he heard a gunshot and Puchen appeared in a burst of light, spattered with blue and red blood. She held a revolver in one hand. Kursha glanced back over at Regina, wondering. As the last of the light disappeared, he caught a hint of a smile. Interesting.
Hearing Sarcel speak, Kursha turned to her. The blueblood seemed... different; most notably the stammer that pervaded her speech was absent. Had the stress from the evening rattled her so badly that it had actually doubled back and the adrenaline cleared her anxiety? Now, that would be something! Perhaps there was more spine to this blueblood than he initially thought.
“Let's go,” Kursha said to Elidae and Hemera, giving the former a pat. In the dark, he could not see the tears welling in Sarcel's eyes, but the intent behind her words was clear. If she needed space, he would give her space; as a friend of a friend, he at least owed her that much. He clasped her on the shoulder. “Don't take too long. Catch you on the flip side!” Then a second later, he was gone.
Kursha continued down the passage at a hard pace, pausing only to make sure that the two children and the queen (what with those short legs of hers) kept up. Fortunately, they did not have long to travel in the dark. After ascending a narrow spiral staircase, they came to what looked like a dead-end. Kursha thrust his shoulder against the wall, and it spun round, bringing him into the light. He came out just in time to see a wisp of long, black hair disappear around the corner. He also saw a short blueblood tearing after it.
Taking advantage of his longer stride, Kursha surged forward. As he passed the blueblood, he stuck his boot out just so, catching him around the ankles. Really, he was helping the kid out. Sure he would lose face, but ultimately Kursha might have just saved his life. A freshly hatched wiggler stood no chance against an adult.
Without checking to see the results, Kursha pressed onwards. He stopped a moment later though, as he rounded the corner. Awassi was no where in sight and the corridor before him was lined with doors. He clicked his tongue against his teeth. They could be anywhere. Readjusting his grip on his knife, Kursha crept towards a door that had been left partly open. Wary of any traps, he nudged it open and peered inside.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 2:12 am
PATH C.1 8 - 6 = 2 + 2= 4 + 1 = 5 sleuthsparks!
Zindel practically breathed a sigh of relief the moment his hand rested on a easily swinging wall, pushing through it and squinting at the entering light. As he blinked away the blurry image, the redblood realized he was in the armory again. Wow, that was convenient. That was probably how the killer had managed to get through from place to place. Maybe the mutantblooded kids, too. With a small wrinkle of his nose at remembering the bloodcolor, Zindel's eyes fell upon the chest, eyeing the lid confusedly. Wasn't that closed before...? Zindel walked nearer, inspecting the arm before-- Oh, ********. Well. That was one way to know Gerard wasn't a purpleblood. That was also one way to get Zindel to hightail the ******** out of there, whatever he'd seen. He wished he hadn't seen that, truthfully, and had a feeling he'd be blocking that sight out of his mind for the rest of his life.
At least he didn't have to say sorry, now.
He rushed up the steps in twos, pushing through the final door in a slight rush. The inability to find a way out was starting to worry him, palms getting wet and readjusting his gloves. A sudden glance to his left revealed the sight of a long flowing curly hair. Zindel's thick eyebrows raised and the redblood rushed after it, only to see-- Holy ********, a ton of ******** doors. Well. This was awkward. Maybe she was behind the nearest door. Maybe the exit was behind the nearest door. Zindel was too lazy to really check, honestly. He'd go with the closest door. He opened it slowly, careful for any possible jump-scares the haunted house had.
Azrael felt up the walls, there had to be a switch for lights or something, somewhere! He heard the click of a switch and then screams plus falling. What was that? that wasn't him was it? No, as far as he knew he hadn't actually pushed any switches. He heard movement ahead of him and then to his relief the greenblood answered him. He mentioned something about stairs? Azrael pressed forward as the voice got louder, by the time he got there, Hazmas was already gone and the blueblood found himself tripping into the stairs. His hands landed painfully on the surface and he winced. There was a loud hissing noise that came from his bag. About time Scarfettle woke up! Azrael couldn't help but think that scarfettle was being particularly useless that evening, but maybe he was affected differently by the gas?
Well, it didn't matter. Azrael put his thoughts aside and did his best to quickly climb the staircase after the rest of the group. When he finally got to the top, he felt around for a switch or something. Awasi couldn't have gone through a dead end. When the small blueblood finally opened the door, he swung it open and leapt into the hallway. It looked like a bit had happened while he was messing around down below. Puchen was covered in red and blue blood, one of the older teen trolls from earlier was standing in the hallway and then there was the queen. He forced his curiosity to the back of his mind and jogged past them. He watched ahead as black curls disappeared and kursha tripped Leeroi up. What was even the point of that action? What the hell was going on in that greenblood's head? What kind of logic did he run on?
He came to a slow halt and opened his mouth to ask if Leeroi wanted any help but decided against it. Leeroi was more than capable of watching out for himself and the last thing he wanted to do was waste time. When the young blueblood turned the corner, all he saw was doors. He'd remember this design for when he decided to redecorate his hive. His sights caught on Kursha and a slightly opened door, had Awassi possibly gone through that one? "Can you see anything?" Azrael asked as he walked up to the greenblood and tried to peer into the room himself.
path chosen: C3 sleuthsparks: 10
Green Minuet
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 7:40 am
[Psykgi chooses C5] (7/10 Sleuthsparks)
Psykgi's hands felt their way forward until – purely by chance – she came upon something that shifted aside at her touch, revealing eye holes just right for looking through. What else was a nosy troll to do but to look?
So that's where they went off to... Psykgi thought as she recognized Puchen and Schrad's voice. Two high profile military personnel who were in a rivalry of some sort with each other... Why wouldn't they be out of the hive by now (like some, uh, reasonable trolls) if not because they had something to do with the events of the night?
And, as it was becoming clear, they were... Or, something like it. Ooo, so Schrad has orders to take out Puchen? At this party? But, if there'd been orders to kill, wouldn't the empress have condoned it publically or had it done outside the party? From what little Psykgi had seen of her, she'd have had a special stage, or an announcement of some sort, especially for a Seadweller's culling.
But that was the past, supplanted by the question of, out of the two trolls before her, who would come out alive? Psykgi leaned in to listen to the sounds of a struggle. She wasn't hoping for any one in particular, of course – Schrad might be 'on her side' castewise, but Psykgi had no personal connection to her efforts. In fact, it didn't really do much for her in her life – it was hard being a redblood in a cool city and that was that, no matter what social issues were on the table. Puchen, however, had rampaged over her home with the Rebels... the something Initiative? Did it matter what their name was? Psykgi's home had been razed and it had been touch and go and lots of beetles getting herself a rebuilding permit...
So, when Puchen emerged, Psykgi didn't feel anything either way as she fell back into a more observer capacity. Good for Leeroi – his role model was alive.
(-4 Sleuthsparks)
Psykgi continued forward, observing the reactions of the others in the sparse light of the hallway, careful to not let any more secrets elude her and... Oh, that IS Leeroi! She said, squinting at a shadowy shape that appeared to have fallen to the floor. She proceeded to help him up before moving onward herself. ”She can't be far now, Leeroi!” she said encouragingly as they moved forward... because, right in front of the group... was a very distinct swish of very distinctive hair... ”Lets go get her!”
(+1 Sleuthsparks)
Which wasn't so easy with a... room full of corridors and doors. Hmm... She knew she was probably overthinking it, but every door might be a trap, or misleading. So, she decided to wait and see what other trolls turned up. Then she'd happily help out.
So, she took the oppurtunity to catch her breath...
They were right there! He was just on Erilyn's tail, and he was going to catch them first! Leeroi was brimming with excitement. He'd catch their criminal and be the hero of the night, maybe the queen would give him a medal and—
Leeroi didn't notice anything until he felt his face connect firmly with the floor. He scrambled to get up, finding very quickly that his sniffnode was bleeding again from the collision. Looking up, he found none other than Kursha Vidari, prancing away with the victory he deserved. "YOU <********>, YOU BULGE-SUCKING PILE OF s**t," He spat, trying to stop the flow of blood from his sniffnode with his sleeve. He watched another figure saunter up beside Kursha, though his mind didn't register it as Azrael. And then another claimed the nearest door, and Leeroi huffed. They took both his first and second guess. But he wasn't going to let them know that.
"YOU ******** AREN'T EVEN CHECKING THE RIGHT DOOR!" He yelled, running down to the end of the hallway and grabbing the knob of the farthest door. He made a quick motion with his neck, beckoning Psykgi to keep close watch. With a quick lunge, he flung the door open wide, yelling "GOTCHA!"
Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 10:51 am
Aconan takes path C5, and has 7 sleuthsparks remaining
Ahah! Aconan grinned as the door popped open, revealing the armory. Stepping into the light, she made a pleased chuffing noise. Loupsus however, kept growling, and frowning, Aconan followed his gaze to the medical chest, and soon discovered why. That was oh god that was a sleeve and an arm and blood and.
Aconan went pale. It was somehow....different, when it was a troll you knew, a troll who'd been polite to you and a little funny. And he'd been dismembered and stuffed into box by another troll who'd told you a joke. She stepped back into the corridor.
"That solves that."
She said half-to-herself, half hoping someone might ask and she could tell them. For now however, she continued to follow the group, fingers tight in Loupsus's fur for comfort as she padded after them. And then the gunshot happened, and Puchen stepped through covered in more blood. Her hands tightened on Loupsus again. She hadn't heard what had happened but...had Puchen shot Schrad? It sure looked like it. But the Queen wasn't complaining, so that meant Schrad must have deserved it. Dissapointment flooded Aconan - why did Sir have to be a traitor, too.
As they all spilled into the upstairs corridor, Aconan paused, still clinging to her lusus. Emotions rose within her and she wanted to cry to hit to fight to run to do all of those things and more - and so she decided to take a moment to collect herelf - other trolls were rushing off, so she'd just follow them if someone shouted for attention.
The stairs became... Rather different. Caught by surprise, Tigwyn leapt less than gracefully onto the top of the stairs. Thank gog for his long legs...
He straightened and winced at the thought of the other trolls (whose shouts he heard a ways off in the now-pit). "Damn... Damnit, gog..." Tigwyn muttered. He rushed ahead through the halls, trying to make up his lost time from falling back. Trolls materialized before him, already rushing through the doors. Two of them were hanging back - a greenblood and a redblood.
"Are you kids okay? Stick with me; no reason to rush into a trap, yea? It's gonna be alright, don't worry." He consoled. Sticking back, at least he could be of some use.
