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 Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:51 pm
[Entering from Hub]
She entered through the door, and lo and behold, no one from her team was there. Not a single one. Her heart sunk a little further, as there were a lot of others here and she barely recognized any of them. She sighed. Whisper knew she had to be strong, she couldn't show that she was upset. What would Red think if she saw Wisp being a blubbering fool?
So she bucked up, and assessed the situation. It was a canyon. A big freaking canyon. What the hell were they going to do here? This house just never ceased to amaze. She almost shuddered thinking of the other things that could be lurking here. Maybe some crazy a** monster was going to shoot up out of the massive canyon and they would have to slay it. "Does anyone have any idea what we might be doing here?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:56 pm
Oh ho~ His favorite Princess was here? And what was this? She had another crown too?
West's comment just made him wish to tease even more.
"Well Howdy, Princess~!" Mot called out, a big cheeky grin on his face.
Whisper's question was similar to everyone else's. Mot shrugged animatedly. "Not a clue~."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:58 pm
( Entering from Group 8 )
Night crouched to look over the edge of the canyon, first a Mirror room and then this. He didn't mind heights really, he was a cat after all, he'd probably land on his feet if anything. No, what bothered him more was that he was Alone in the new room. Well not really alone because there were other students, but alone in the sense that his ghoulfriend and Sarias had yet to show up in this room. He honestly blamed the mirrors....They were distracting him for the course of getting to the end of this haunted get up.
He looked around before sighing. The only person he really knew was Damien but...he looked busy. Instead he fidgeted with his tail, opting to wait for something spectacular crazy to happen. Seemed to a lot on these trips.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:01 pm
Moure nodded as Amrita suggested she would explain when they weren't probably in the room that might kill them all. It was a very reasonable excuse, given the circumstances. "Sure. You can tell me all about it then." Moure gave a light nod as she spoke up again. Moure was still getting used to people actually acknowledging his assistance with things, even though he'd been at the Academy for some time now.
When she'd had to steady herself, Moure found himself looking at her reveresed hands, trying to figure out if they were supposed to be like that or if something from the house had ripped them off and she'd had to slap them back on. He thought to ask, but didn't, in case they were supposed to be like that. After all, patchworks tended to be very different in appearance some time, so maybe she was supposed to have backwards hands (and apparently feet, too).
"It's nice to meet you too, Amrita. Although I must say that I think I would've prefered meeting in better circumstances." He said with a slight laugh. After all, this could be the House's real death-trap, and they wouldn't have even known it when they'd all walked through those doors. "You're welcome. You can thank Lizzy for me being over prepared. She warned me a while back that field-trips tend to be dangerous...and I guess I might've gotten a little carried away when I was packing." He said, popping the other spools and roll of duct tape into his backpack again. Still, he was rather thankful that he'd been paranoid when he was packing. So far he'd needed a lot of the stuff, after all. He was still pointing one flashlight at the general group around Danny and the other at the doorways, generally being a light bridge between the two groups.
After Amrita took the stuff he'd given her and spread it about her person, the needle sticking through her hair and the duct-tape sliding onto her wrist just as Moure had been holding it eariler on his own, he nodded to her question. "The fake-reapers, right? They're called Hunters?" Moure asked, applying the name to the figures he'd fought with eariler. "And yeah, I have. I was part of the rescue team that was summoned to rescue Edel and Lizzy's team." He said, then as explanation, in case she was talking about battling the beings, "I was shot at by one, but I did manage to hit the one with the glowing blue scythe, the leader, maybe, with a desk leg after making it into their base." Moure wondered for a moment if Amrita's group had been part of the rescue effort. He couldn't remember seeing her there, but then again there had been a lot of people so he couldn't be sure.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:14 pm
Same as you, I'd reckon. All part 'a tha training' n' all. It was always a hoot to see Demi's reactions. That boil would just come up with the most wild of ideas sometimes. That she'd skewer him, turn him into hound nuggets, eat him ... Eh... might be best not ta squirm 'round too much thar, Rex. Ground ain't too settled over there, ya see? She released him only to point with an outstretched arm over to the significantly blackened outline one could make out. Just one wrong move...
Wait. Wait. Had West just accused her of being slow? She knew he likely meant it physically but a shiver ran down through her tail at the possibility he'd thought her stupid. Slow? She was not slow. Insulting Levi's intellect was like giving her a reason to bombard you with unripened candy corn. Just for all that- she was keeping the crown ON.
Ye gettin' all smart-mouthed with me thar, boil?! I'll give ya somethin' fast alright!! She then got up on her tail to rise a bit higher in her current safe position, crossing her arms with a scowl and looking for a wrath bird demon to fling a stone at. Oh- she saw that pink hair now. It was pretty unmistakeable on a boil of his size. Weaving through forms, she was still just tall enough to follow her way through to that pink-haired West with an automatic kick to his shin. It was just a warning kick, really. She may have been slightly concerned that he wasn't safe once she'd come through the door, so it was still a relief that he was now visually fine. She could do nothing to help him mentally. This boil would need more help in that area than a skitter stuck in a jello mould.
Luckily, Mot wasn't the type for her to swipe at. She'd had embarrassing events with him take place at prom and proven himself to be quite the gentleman so- she only sighed slightly as his greeting. Princess. It somehow hadn't registered in this scene that he was being particularly smart-mouthed with her. Still a bit too dark to see the definitions of his facial expression beyond that he was smiling. She coiled her tail as close to her back as possible so she wouldn't hit others into some blackened hole. Howdy yerself, cowboil. How's tha training' been treatin' ya? She honestly wanted to know as she hadn't pegged the cowboil as one to get physical.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:18 pm
"Oh, Lizzy." Amrita sighed out with a smile. "She's good for that! And no, I don't think you got carried away...you sure saved my skin!" Literally. The currently one-eyed ghoul looked down at herself, patting the pins and stitches on her chest and then her thigh. "This is great! Christof's less likely to kill me!" She cheered, not really realizing she had said it out loud.
"Yeah, Hunters." She confirmed with a nod. At first her mouth opened, but it closed almost immediately after; her eyes widened as his words registered with her. Rescue...? Rescue?! The poor boil would find both his upper arms the victim of the ghoul's death-grip, her entire body radiating pure panic.
"RESCUED?! You had to Rescue them?! WHAT HAPPENED? Please!" Hey, she was always polite. Always. "Are they okay?! Did they get out?! Have you seen Christof?! Is he okay?! What about Roch?! Livi?!" A couple more names spewed, but they were lost in a jumble of panic. Rescued meant they had to be captured or hurt. Something else clicked, and her head turned sharply to stare around them as best as she could. Groups were forming, but...Oh Jack where was the rest of her team?!
Poor Moure's arms were still in a panicked death grip though, even though she was now distracted with searching the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:29 pm
"Eeh. Well enough, I suppose. I'm alive and in one piece." Mot said with a little resentment in his tone. "I can't say I did much good, though. We got through all the rooms, so that's a plus I guess." Mot didn't want to dwell on details. The fact he ran like a coward from hunters, and couldn't even make it past the traps to save his friends. He couldn't even land a hit on a Boo to help Hel.
"I.. think I'm in need of some serious training when we get back home."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:36 pm
Well Squirming was what the restrained Hell hound was doing, writhing around and trying to bite at the offensive limb of the Tatzel. it was always the tail, ALWAYS THE TAIL. but what a surprise, she didn't hold on to him for eternity like she always did. Damien had to blink foolishy for a few times before it sunk in and he peered into the blackened area that promised a unhealthy fall. "I see, treading lightly sounds very good right now." he agreed quietly before backing away from the edge, and also from the range of Levi's tail.
Little did his eyes see but the familiar ears of one of his favorite cats, Night was here as well. "Oiii, Night!" he called out happily with a wave. FINALLY someone he was happy to see. Even through all the excitement, the demon dog walked carefully up to the cat boil and put him in a proper hug, or head lock as it were.
"You were in here too the whole time?" he asked incredulously, surprised by the turnout of students he knew, and also haven't seen before. It was like the island trip.
except with out the evil fog and creepy undertones, but mostly the same. And much to his own surprise, the familiar shape of Mot's hat was around too, even if it did have something unnaturally shiny on it. And West....
spotting the pink haired boil was enough the make the dog frown in irritation, that fight that they had still weighted heavily on his mind, it was a slaughter and not in his own favor. if anything he had nothing but a few choice words to the demon.
It mostly involved "You" and "suck".
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:46 pm
Danny had been looking around for a friendly face, when Colette snuck up behind her. If she hadn't been from the world of Halloween, where this type of thing is normal, she would've jumped right out of fear. Luckily, she didnt.
"I don't really know ...but if everyone's here, it must be a party! I love parties!!" She could've sprouted pink poofy hair right there on the spot.
Moure said her name from somewhere in the darkness, and she instinctively waved into the blackness. In a hilarious delayed reaction, she only realized he couldn't see her after about 10 seconds of waving, when he didn't wave back. She frowned and put her hand down.
Another voice caught her attention. One belong to a certain hell-hound. "PUPPY? PUPPY IS THAT YOU?" Okay now she knew this was a party. It must've been a surprise party! That's why it was all dark! How could it not be when all of her friends were together? Come to think of it, where was Roch? She was surprised that the boil had been so quiet. He must've been trying to hard not to ruin the surprise. Well how thoughtful!
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:47 pm
The brief smirk that had threatened to touch his lips upon hearing Mot's nickname for the ghoul faded before it could arrive. West growled at Levi when she kicked him and swiped at her in return, but she was gone. Still too slow. It grated, especially after he had just made fun of her speed. Still, they had gotten this far through, ugh, teamwork, and without Holly and Savior here, West supposed theirs was a two-man team now. Or a ghoul and dude team. Whatever.
Where were Holly and Savior anyway?
He listened in as best as he could to Amrita's words after her minor outburst. Someone had been captured? West waited to hear if these other students were okay, silently wondering if being captured would have been worse than being surrounded by stuffed animals had been. When he noticed Demi glaring at him he countered with a mean little grin. There was always time for baiting the hellhound, even if he wasn't really feeling it at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:53 pm
((Entering from Horseman room!))
Stepping through the strange door, Cymbeline was first truck by the immense vastness of the room that was not a room. It's chaotic roughness, the treacherous rocky slope... It was BEAUTIFUL. She took a deep breath, and then spread her wings wide as she barked out a laugh of pure, insane exhilaration. Her ribs clattered with the force of her laugh.
The rough wind tugged at her dark feathers, sending the loose ones flying off into the distance. As though she wasn't even aware of the students also clustered on the ledge, she bellowed out into the empty space. "Surely this is a room for a Maker! WHERE IS THE MAKER NOW?!"
After a minute of staring off into space, she twirled to face the students. And tilted her head in a puzzling expression.
"Have you seen them?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:55 pm
Night made a small cat squeak as Damien dragged him into a headlock before he turned on a full blown purr. "Yo Day." Night saluted his friend in the midst of the headlock before wiggling his way out, tail flicking with the intent of playfullness. "Eh? Yeah well actually, Me and Simone came here with another ghoul but got stuck in this mirror maze. Man, I had the hardest time fending off the other cats." Night of course spoke of himself, his million of reflections.
"There's quite a bit of students here, I knew it was going to be a popular trip but look at them all." Night cocked his head at the Wrath demon who made eye contact with Damien, wasn't that West? The one that didn't like animals? The one that wouldn't pet his ears? His ears flattened in sadness at the thought of no pets before he looked over again at the Hell hound.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:16 pm
Damien shouldn't have been surprised when the rage demon made eye contact and decided to smirk at him, if anything it just made him set his scowl even deeper and set a rumble to grow in his throat. it was clear a round two fight had to happen with the cocky boil. But well he was in a prank club and being sneaky was more his own style. No longer giving West the time of Day, he instead chose to focus on Night and his suddenly sad ears.
"Why so glum kitty cat?" he asked innocently enough and gave one of the flopped ears a light flick. "Simone? I don't think I know her." he said thoughtfully, trying to place a face to the name. "But you were in a mirror room too? It really gave my knees a wallop with all the tables i bumped into." he mentioned off hand, crouching over to rub at the phantom pain that came back from just remembering the ordeal like it was five minutes ago. "Plus our room had something in it.... it really wasn't very nice." he said in almost a hushed whisper, ears flopping down at the memories of the dream that came rushing past. "If you ever see a little creature that's black with huge eyes. run Night." he said with a pointive glare, leaving no room for an argument.
And thankfully, the stoic mood that took over the hound was broken by the piercing scream that could only be described as Danny. it was enough to have the hound yelp in surprise and spin around the Bad luck cat and keeping a nice meowing barrier between him and the fire demon. "No, No, Mr puppy no home."
He didn't know what to make from the sudden appearance of the ribbed ghoul that he noticed around the school, any chance of approaching her seemed like the wrong time, mostly because she just seemed like she was sniffing around the wrong kind of plants most of the time. Like right now for instance. He peeked out from over the cat boil and pointed at the fire demon for here. "THERE IT IS!" he yelped out and pointed again at Danny. "There's the maker, please eliminate her."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:25 pm
Think,... well, I guess we got through all 'a tha rooms. Seein' as we're 'ere. Scratching the bak of her head in thought of what Mot had been saying, the tatzel had to wonder just what else could have happened. She hoped the other ghouls were safe. Holly was a tough ghoul but- just what was the alternative to not appearing here?
She smiled when the cowboil mentioned training harder. Ain't no harm in'it. Good ta see ya lookin' ta rough it up a bit, cowboil. Sure wonderin' what'a ruckus ya'll could create if ya tried it out hard 'nuff. She nudged Mot playfully in the ribs with an elbow.
As it always had been in classes, Levi snickered at the remark and return of the hound and demon. Out of sheer team effort, however, Levi moved to stand by West, waiting idly. Well, still haven't seen that a** kickin' been lookin' fer. Maybe we'll all get lucky in this place. Hopefully without tha fallin'. Sure, he could fly. But if she was going into a pit, she'd at least try to avoid it by bouncing off of him if she could. He'd recover for sure. In any case, they still had a challenge of a**-kicking to hold up.
And just as Demi had met with another furry friend, another figure caught her eye, flying through the air. What did it even mean? Seen ... a maker? Who's 'em? She said it but not all that loudly. More like speaking her inner thoughts out loud.
She raised a brow suspiciously at Demi's pointing out a figure as this maker critter. It was a student?
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 5:31 pm
[Entering from Group 2 room]
Willow slinked out onto the ridge. Oh Jack it's crowded out here. Her tail wrapped around her side as she edged closer to Demi, glancing down with a frown. Her tail wrapped around his waist, "There's so many people." She whispered in a slight frightened state.
She looked around, she didn't know how many ghouls and boils there were but none of the rest of their team was with them. She felt like a sitting duck out on the ledge.
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