Her breath caught in a choke almost at the very idea. He wasn't there at all, he couldn't be. Not the real him. The real him was still waiting for a confirmation text that the mission went okay when they got back. The implications of Gale actually being there were too much for her to handle, nononono, it was mixing and confusing her memories even further. Stormy dropped her hands and grasped the tin of bandages to her tighter, focusing on the feeling of the cool metal.
She pressed herself harder against a fleshy wall, feeling the liquid there and beneath her soak into her pants and coat. Something crawled into her show and stung her before she could so much as consider crawling away again, her foot going completely numb. Funny, she thought she was numb already. Moving would be a little harder now.
Her breathing continued to be audible and quick.
"Stop it. I told you already," Stormy replied in a brittle tone. "Go away. I'm not done yet. I'll be home soon, but you can't be here. You can't." Wasn't it enough that she had told the ghost she wouldn't stop already? It was tearing what little was left inside her apart to have to repeat herself.
"Nora." Kylee breathed, shoulders sagging in relief as the familiar voice spoke to her. "Thank god." A quick look around showed that others were fine as well; well, as well as they could be in a swirling pit that threatened to pull them in.
But this respite did not last. Something burst out of the sand and wrapped its arm right around her waist. Even as she screamed and hacked at it with her weapon, it had pulled her under.
The first thought Kylee had in the darkness was that she was dead.
It was Akila's voice in her head that reassured her that she was alive, and the voices all around her coming from what she assumed were other Hunters. "Nora?" She called out shakily. "Anyone?"
Using her weapon to steady her, her other free hand reached out to grope blindly about in the dark. Hands brushed by the cool surface of something she found familiar. It was just like when she had found Akila. "What is this doing here?" She whispered, lifting it up.
HP: 35/40
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 9:57 pm
Jason just sighed, shaking his head and looking back at Nora with a slight frown. "No...no prank. Just another mission." It was how they usually went; Thrown into some random location, a monster/creature/insanity titan would then pop up at any time and it would be their job to do something about it. Sometimes though the division leads would help them, and he had hoped these would be one of those times.
Overhearing another girl introduce herself as Hanna, Nora them suggested to her to put pressure on something. With a glance Jason could see she had injured her leg, most likely on one of the protruding teeth. "U-um, I have a s-scarf you could use?" He suggested before smiling weekly. "A-and I'm glad to meet you as well."
He would of given her the scarf had not everything just go to hell in a matter of seconds. Mark had appeared, and was subsequently eaten, before hundreds of grey arms shot out of the sand, a few grasping Jason and pulling him under the sand. He screamed the whole way down.
He was still screaming when he hit the bottom, and only shut up when the sand followed him through and was dumped all over his head. The moon trainee bit his bottom lip to keep himself from shrieking again, but could not stop the occasional whimper. He couldn't see a thing, and the smell of decay was horrendous, plaguing every sense he had. He gagged, coughed and tried not to throw up, but it was hard not to. It was pitch black but he was pretty sure he knew what he was sitting on surrounded by.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." He muttered over and over. He was trapped inside this thing and couldn't get out, surrounded by decaying bodies and darkness. Jason could feel himself start to hyperventilate, breathing speeding up and making his head spin. The only thing that kept it at bay was the horrendous stench that made him gag and dry retch. With no other options present, he sat in the muck and held himself tightly, eyes closed shut and wishing with all he had that he was someone else and somewhere safe.
She wasn't trying, but the sand and wind were bizarrely stopped, everything was quiet down. When she was out, she was covered with sand, like just having a sand shower. The girl still felt unnerved, but she looked around, it's just a calm ocean of sand, besides them, nothing alive. Was it just a dream? No, she was quite sure it happened, from the pains and wounds she could feel. Someone approached, and it was Uncle Mark, she wondered could they go home now, to a safer and more comfortable place. She felt the urge to have a sweet nap.
"Titans?" Oh yup, there was their original plan.
The next second, before the scruffy man could - might be answering, he was gone, assaulted by an arm, into the millions of sand. She screamed, ran over to where he used to be, and dug the sand. "Uncle Mark? Can you hear me! Uncle Mark! Give him back!" She couldn't bear to lose someone she knew anymore. The occasional rocks and debris cut her fingers but she didn't care. "Please answer me!"
As if she didn't suffer enough, a series of screeches followed like a canon, she stop digging and quickly turned around, seeing something arm-like suddenly burst out and clawed at hunters who were once standing, some couldn't even have time to respond, while some disappeared with a shocked face and some were making efforts to stay still, hands clawing items on the surface screaming for their lives. It started from far away and then getting closer and closer, her breathe and heart beat matched with the case, accelerated as it went until -
It skipped a beat.
"Goodbye." She said with a smile before she was gone.
========== UNDER THE PIT LINE ==============
She had imagined many possibilities of what her end would be, but out of her expectation, she wasn't torn off or impaled. The girl free fell and splashed into a liquor, sand got into her mouth as she opened it out of shock. She looked up just to see the mouth swallow the last bit of light. "Noooooooooooooooo!" Don't take away the lights, she begged. She screamed, releasing her fear into the unknown place. She wasn't the only one who fell down, because thumping sounds continued after she made her stance. The disgusting feeling on stepping on something soft made her wished she could fly, the rusty smell was so nausea that she retched and retched. It was a mixture of all the worst smells, she covered her mouth but nothing was coming out from her mouth. "Anyone?" She waded in the liquor with a viscosity that she didn't want to know what it was, her weapon was summoned, the runes lighted a small part of her up with a soft peach pink. The girl held the rune part as close as she can while calling to see if anyone was near. The Nian was bitching out of fear as well. "Please answer me.....please.> Her voice was shaking. "Mimsy? Robert? Uncle Mark?......Prince?...." She couldn't hold her tears from dropping, darkness was scary, but loneliness was even worse.
"Please someone answers me!" She cried out. "Don't leave me alone...." She shrank herself, as if it will bring more security.
"Ah!" Someone long blocked her way and she yelped out of fear. Her flailing fingers clawed it down and she groped its sturdy texture. Maybe a rope.
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Rolling a 5: You manage to bump into something hanging from the top. It seems like a sturdy piece of rope. Perhaps it can be of use later.
HP: 35/40 Item: A rope? I don't think so.
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I will edit if you agreed Edgar was with her OuO
((OOC: If anyone wants to help my poor traumatized girl....))
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:02 pm
nora hp: 30/40 inventory: x1 runic bandages
"Fine until I get my hands on you, you mean" she told Gale darkly; his stunt to go straight into the pit had not been well recieved, let alone for the increasingly less likeable girlfriend he was concerned about. But that would be for after they all got out of this thing's stomach.
She waved off Zascha's concern, glad that in the dark it was hard to catch her wincing as she favored her non-numb foot. "Just peachy," Nora replied with dry enthusiasm, curbing the instinctive reaction to shrug his hand off; probably best to keep it there so they didn't lose each other. "Gods, it smells awful in here. Don't think this thing's flossed in decades . . ." Black humor was the second coping mechanism after distancing subjects.
Familiar voices were starting to crop up in the darkness, at least. thanks to Cami's expert flashlight handling, Nora caught glimpses of her and Jasper, with Peyton and Kylee not sounding far off. "We're over here," she called to them, attempting to lead herself and Zascha towards where the beam of light cut through. She didn't bother telling Cami to calm down (not while out of arm's reach at least); this did seem like a horrifying place to be, if she allowed herself to consider what they were stumbling around. "You lot alright?"
And promptly tripped over both Jason and a tin box of bandages, instantly crumpling thanks to her good for nothing stung foot.
Shiloh was still reeling, the flashlight shaking in his hands when someone bumped into him, and he turned, startled, afraid that what had found him might not be human, afraid that it might be. His feet slipping on the floor again but the body against him had a hold of his arms, together they could steady each other, they could stand - His eyes went wide as he stared at Ian, his stomach twisting in a whole new way.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he blurted out, his voice strained and before he could help himself, he crushed Ian into a hug, heaving himself against him. It was fleeting, lasting only seconds before he sucked in his breath and let go, though the look of shell-shock on his face seemed more permanent and it took a couple minutes for it to wear off, as he carefully shone the flashlight around, resisting the urge to follow Alistaire's lead. His breathing was erratic and he did his best to steady it, but confronted with bugs, again, and Ian, Ian who he hadn't seen since, who he hadn't spoken to...
It hurt incredibly.
"Is he okay?" Shiloh asked, gesturing towards Alistaire and forcing any thoughts except the present moment from his mind. He had to, or he'd crumble right here, and he had no intentions of dying, not here. "Are you okay? We've got to find a way out, maybe it's like a tunnel... God, whatever this stuff is stings, but we've gotta keep looking, right?"
kuroopu
Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:23 pm
Gale HP: 55 / 60 Inventory: x1 weapons tablet.
It was like talking to a brick wall; or, more accurately, it was like talking to someone so confined within themselves and their mind that they couldn't mentally comprehend what it was that she was saying to her. Stormy had paused; she hadn't exactly looked at him, but she had paused, shoving her things together and holding them against her chest before she'd half scuttled away again, her expression angry.
Funnily enough, it matched the one on Gale's face.
"Pay attention to me, Stormy Ortega, formerly Ursalina Ortega," Gale snapped. "I am Gale Gentry, and I am here, and I am entirely real, and I am not going anywhere anytime soon."
He pushed the strap on his sniper rifle further up his shoulder, his expression set.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said again, "So you might as well get used to me now."
For abut five or seconds, perhaps a little less, it was as though time had stopped, and he was back to being Shiloh's boyfriend, back to deserving him (or at least, believing that he'd deserved him, since Ian had never really ever deserved someone like Shiloh Parish in his life). Shiloh stared at him with those familiar eyes and then he'd wrapped him in a hug, Ian letting out a little gasp of surprise, his hands gripping Shiloh's upper arms out of habit, and it felt so familiar and so normal -
But then Shiloh had pulled away, and Ian sucked in a sharp breath, his chest aching, trying to ignore the pounding sensation in his skull. He was desperately glad to see that Shiloh was alive and as well as could be in this sort of hell, but the words, as usually weren't coming out properly, his tongue feeling thick, as though he'd been chewing on sawdust.
He hated that he couldn't ever seem to say what he wanted to say.
It took him a moment to drag himself out of his inner thoughts and realized that Shiloh had asked him a question. Ian blinked rapidly and then turned his head, catching sight of Alistaire as he straightened, one hand on his stomach, his face pale and drawn.
"He doesn't like messy things," Ian said, by way of explanation, and it was a fact, because facts were easy, facts were something he could focus on and examine and keep in front of him. "He's having a bit of a rough time, but there's not much we can do about that, since everybody's having a bit of a rough time."
Are you okay?
What a loaded question, Ian thought, one that he could never really answer truthfully. "I'm...fine," he said finally, and cracked a smile, though it didn't quite meet his eyes. "I...I just want to get out of here, that's all. And I can't think of a single damn thing to do that."
There was a long pause; he shifted his feet, trying to ease some of the feeling back into his numb one, and then he asked, almost hesitantly, as though he were afraid of the answer, "How are you, Shy?"
A small pause this time.
"I mean...other than being eaten by a giant...man eating...thing."
sammpai
Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:52 pm
stormy hp: 35/50 inventory: x1 runic bandages
Stormy did snap to at the use of her actual name, but it was not a pleasant kind. "Maybe that's the problem," she retorted in a tight voice, the way a person snapped in blind anger, the way an animal did when cornered and unable to do anything except attack, no thoughts, no mind, only an instinctive need to get away by any means possible. But it was hard to breathe, hard to put words together, hard to understand just how turned around her mind had become in the plummet, and hard to understand how broken and twisted it had been before she had stepped foot into the Sahara.
"Maybe that's the problem," she repeated, and it was the Stormy that had been scattered amongst the bugs in another pit talking, somehow bitter and angry and melancholic at the same time. "You don't know when to let go even when it's pulling you down."
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"Aa, dude, we're alive!" Which seemed to be Milo's little exclamation whenever this sort of thing happened. Which was like, pretty much every week or something. But hey, they were. For now and he had to be happy about it.
< Bakayaro... can't believe how many times you let this happen to yourself... > He heard Koume grit under her breath.
But there was something else he heard, the soft call of his name in the darkness they had found themselves in. That smelled really foul, but possibly expected from being eaten by a monster of sorts. "Noemi-chan?" The Sun called out as he pulled his scarf up to cover the lower half of his face. Aa, s**t, she had ended up here too? He had hoped she would get away, she was too gentle for all of this. Probably should go find her, her rationalized, and pressed a firm hand on something he had fallen against to use as leverage to get him on his feet. If that's what he was doing. It was hard to tell and this place was weird.
Huh. He was hearing a lot of other familiar voices. And was seeing random spurts of light, did someone find a flashlight or something?
And then someone just had to fall on him. Hard. Milo jerked and then his upperbody twisted in discomfort. Oh god, so many tiny little legs. They were going down his shirt and they were biting, "Ufa fungufugnnr ~' And his words descended into gibberish as he momentarily went numb.
There was absolutely no way that Edgar wanted to find a new princess, especially not now. Caoimhe's voice spoke proudly of confirmation in his mind, and he wanted to prove her wrong, to prove to his princess that she was worthy of this.
But he never got the chance, before the desert consumed them.
Beneath the surface of the desert, in the belly of the beast that the teeth belonged to, was somehow more horrible than the sight that preceded it. He coughed and spluttered and tried to regain his bearings, but could only stumble blindly through the disgustingly fleshy space around him. He did this for a while, spitting out clumps of sand on occasion, until he heard her voice.
Was she...calling out for him?
She was!
Following the sound of her voice wasn't going to be enough to lead him to her if she stopped speaking, but the glow of Caoimhe's runes hardly illuminated anything past his own body. He sucked in a deep breath between his teeth, and though there was no sand to linger in his throat this time, the stench and the taste of the thick, rancid air did.
All he could do was press onward, in the direction he had first heard her voice, and hope that he might come across her. As much as he doubted that he would, he tried to avoid thinking of what would happen if he didn't. How terrible it was for him to have abandoned his princess, and so soon.
He sniffled (and was definitely not crying), and wiped at his face with the back of his sleeve. It did nothing but make him feel more sticky and disgusting as he sloshed through the mess at his feet, step after step driven by only the determination to find her.
Then he heard her again, finally, somewhere not far ahead. He began to run while he could hear her voice, but as he got close, it stopped again - and so did he, holding his breath, waiting. It was the startled noise that she made that proved to him that she was right in front of him, and he exhaled a nervous laugh of relief.
"Thy prince is here." He spoke quietly as he laid a gentle hand on her back, just to be sure that she was truly there, before he removed his fur-lined cloak to wrap it around her. As he did, something dropped onto his head and stung him; he hissed in pain, but did his best to ignore it, even as his body began to go numb.
"And thou art never alone, princess," he assured her, arm tightly over her shoulders in hopes of comforting her (and also because he couldn't move it anymore). "Nay, nary a worry - we shall return to our kingdom with our lives!"
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He had been helping Nora along and then all of a sudden she was gone. Slipped from his grasp. Apparently falling over someone else who was on the ground.
Feeling something slither into his boot, Zascha quickly shook his foot. But a sharp sting and a searing pain that ran up his leg soon accompanied the slippery thing that had made it past his armored protection.
His foot went numb and he panicked momentarily as all feeling left his leg. Summoning Gothsmog once again to quickly brace himself so he wouldn't go sliding into the slop at his feet.
It was pitch black inside the pit, now swallowed she whined softly into the darkness. Her body ached, eyes itched and watered from the sand in them but she pushed up to stand again. Lilac could hear others around her moving and make out the distinct smell of blood but for the life of her couldn't see the hand in front of her face. Aprulz glow didn't even help which was disturbing only the more.
On a sigh she clutched the weapon waiting for him to scold her, but much to her surprise he was silent. When after a few more moments nothing came from him, she extended the hand holding her weapon out, considering the free one was covering her nose and mouth, then called into the darkness, "Harls! Where are you?" Hopefully he was ok, frowning she started forward until finally bumping into something.
For a moment she held her breath, reaching out with the free hand to feel the object. It was sturdy, clearly hanging and felt much liked a rope. Curling her hand around it she gave a tug only to turn blue in holding her breath. Releasing the item she went back to covering her mouth, for the moment just idly standing at the object.
"im sorry Finn!" There! She heard the faint call of Milo and closer call to Finn. Though she didn't want to move due to being in whatever she was in, she started to step. Something...Like water but thicker sloshed around her legs and at one point, she had kicked something solid.
The smart thing to do was not grab it. But with her mermaids words and encouragement s, Noemi's grab revealed in a treadure. A flash light! She balanced her weapon with the tool, flicking it on.
And immediately regretted it. Blood is what she was practically swimming in. With a few added chunks of flesh. A scream rose up in throat, turning the light up and facing the ceiling....and again regretted it. For there was 1000 bugs with legs and oh god...
"Milo. Milo where are you?" She didn't want to see this. She didn't want to be here. "Milo, donde están por favor no me dejes aquí."
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