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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:52 pm
Cymbeline sighed, like the lot of them were too stupid to understand her. "We're not even a part of your game~ You humans. You, like little insects, flickering like stars, like grains of sand, you humans." Her glance turned towards Gale, and then Marcus, a malicious smile creeping across her face. "So eager to believe!"
The ghoul laughed, pacing back to where her fallen chair lay, her voice rising in a singsong tone. "The relevance you dismiss so readily is that there is a light and a dark~ The very presence... Inky black and purest and most pristine white, when one exists it is responsible for the creation of the other!" Cymbeline turned to look back into that dark mirror. "Why would there be black if there was not white? Why would there be light if not darkness? Perceptions that define each other through their mere existence~ This is how you humans are."
The crazy grin flashed briefly, and the ghoul put her hand out to touch the mirror. "Little buzzing voices... Today your black is Halloween. Tomorrow it will be another continent. A dictator. A neighbour. Pesty knows, Eris knows, you will destroy yourselves when you lack something else to oppose."
"Your game, it means nothing to me."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 2:20 pm
A spark of anger flared at being so ignored, but Madison quashed it firmly. This was mind game territory, and she wasn't going to betray her hand as easily as all that. She knew how to ******** with people, too. In theory. "Were you playing a game with the students, too?" Madison said, her tone vaguely bored. "They looked so cute lying on the ground~ all wrapped up like presents. Did you like seeing them like that? Something we have in common, huh?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 2:35 pm
This time Cymbeline's grin was as sincere and crazy as it got, and she whirled to face Madison. "DIDN'T THEY! ALL BUNDLED UP, NO MORE MEDDLING OR MAKING CHIRPY LITTLE NOISES~ If only more of them had fallen off that cliff, or gotten STABBED WITH STALACTITES... BUT THEY ALL CAME BACK FOR SOME REASON. THEY ALL CAME BACK!"
A nasty chuckle rattled through the Heir's ribs. "They always come back~"
Perhaps Cymbeline really was telling the truth, she didn't seem to be playing Madison's mind games any more than she had played Truth or Dare.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 3:02 pm
"Isn't that how you view the world?" Gale cut in abruptly. He pushed himself away from the wall, walking in a slow circle around the horsewoman, wide enough that she couldn't reach him, but still close enough that she would see his inscrutable expression, golden eyes meeting Famine's levelly.
"Black and white," he went on casually, as though doing nothing but speaking to a common acquaintance, someone he would just speak to while standing in line at the grocers mart. "You're black, we're white - or is it vice versa?"
There was an awful clatter as the horsewoman's ribs shook, laughter trembling through her dessicated body, devoid of any sanity that had once been there. Gale wondered how long it had taken for her to sink to so low - or even how short. How many years had she spent wallowing, sinking lower and lower into insanity and madness, letting herself contort and twist, her mind half gone.
"You're quite interesting," he told her, even after her shrieked reply to Madison, Famine spinning around so fast that he thought she might fall over. She was really nothing more than skin and bones - literally, but Gale had already seen that her size and weight had nothing to do with just how strong she was. Despite the madness, this creature was not one to be taken lightly. He knew she would not respond with a coherent response; mind games would not work on someone as far gone as she was.
Arms folded cross his chest, Gale lifted his chin, tilting his head to give her a politely distant look. "You're intriguing, but you're not nearly as smart as you think you are."
The words were dismissive as he turned away from the creature, pushing his fringe away from his eyes, his voice a low murmur.
"None of you are."
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:55 pm
Dangerous games. Jordan kept his eyes on the Horsewoman, an even, flat stare. Careful, Maddie. This one isn't playing by our rules. But he said nothing aloud. Animals didn't like being stared at. They took it as a challenge. As far as Jordan was concerned, that was what this creature was: dangerous, intelligent, but in the end, a mad, rabid beast.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:23 pm
Madison grinned. "And you always come back too, huh? You wanted to come back~ you like the games, don't you? You like being like this? Being hurt? It can be fun, can't it?" She pointed at the shackles that bound Famine. She paused, trying to assemble her next move - because they were playing now, even if Cymbeline didn't seem to be aware of it. Or perhaps she was aware of it, and playing them all already. Who knew. "What kind of things were they chirping about? I bet it was all horribly boring~"
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 9:08 pm
Candace was quietly listening, quite interested in how Madison was going to go about getting information out of the psycho horseman. This was a side of Madison she had never seen before! But then Cymbeline said something that really got her attention, and how could it not when she was yelling it.
"Ah, but they don't always come back. Do they?" She grinned. "Has that precious 'Red' come back? Or the ones who were transformed into weapons? That was a fun process to watch."
She nodded to Gale. "Yes, she's very interesting. I'm curious how she makes noises with no lungs. Do you think the doctor would like to find out as well?" She did hope her own comments weren't ruining whatever Madison was trying to accomplish with Cymbeline.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:50 am
The room above the trainees crackled and suddenly, a voice blaring into the room. "ALL TRAINEES ARE REQUESTED TO EVACUATE THE INTERROGATION ROOM SO THAT THE SPECIMEN CAN BE RELOCATED." They did not have time to confront Cymbeline one more time as the door swung open, and a couple of Hunters gestured towards the trainees, waiting for their exit.
After that, Cymbeline simply waited, and then, drifted off into an odd state of unconsciousness.
When she woke up, she would notice an oddity: the door was open. Not only that, but the shackles had been removed. There was noone else in sight.
Was this their promise of freedom or was it all a trap on the other side? The stretch of hallway peering from outside the door was both long and foreboding.THE ESCAPE - Cymbeline must escape from Deus Ex Machina without being spotted, as her 'escort' has kindly never arrived - Roll a 100-sided dice and match your dice roll to the results below. IF Cymbeline passes out, she will land back in this room at full HP value and have to reroll/try again. Continue rolling until you exit/escape. - RP out the results of your dice roll as well, though it doesn't have to be long. - Once you have rolled EXIT, then your char is free to exit and return back to Amityville unharmed, for the most part. - You have FULL HP VALUE as you start the escape. Please post your updated HP value at the end of each post. 1- 20: Something hisses out from the darkness and catches you off guard: is that an arrow? - 10 HP 21 - 40: The ground seems sharp, spiked, and you trip over the uneven ledging, you could have sworn you saw something curved, the sharp edge of a blade sticking out from the ground.. - 10 HP 41 - 60: There is a whoosh and the giant blade of an axe swings from the 'ceiling' of the hallway, nearly cleaving you in half - 10 HP 61 - 80: You feel as if you are almost there, but in your distraction trip against something on the ground, a dagger embedded into the floor of sorts - 10 HP 81 - 100: The stretch of hallway seems to go on forever, before finally a burst of fresh air. You recognise this place, you are at the Abandoned Town outpost. There is noone in sight, and a portal right in front of you, so you take the exit out... you feel pretty normal, regardless of things that happened. As normal as you can get with those small voices whispering to you all the time. You are free! ALL TRAINEES - Feel free to post an exit post as you are escorted out of the room, keep in mind this happens hours, possibly days ICly before Cymbeline's escape.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:21 pm
Madison jumped slightly as the intercom - or whatever the hell that was - blared loudly. And with words she did not want to hear. Evacuation? Now? But she was having, like, a dialogue and stuff! Kind of an interrogation, even! There was so much the Horseman freak could tell them if only they had enough time to really pick through the contents of her brain...
She shot the ceiling an irritated glare as the door opened, the senior Hunters beckoning for them to leave. Missed opportunity! She hadn't even gotten to hit her or anything...
Madison left the room as directed, but she wasn't happy about it. Not one bit.
((Exiting!))
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Grey Dragon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 3:18 pm
Cymbeline woke once again, and stared around the room. Deja vu~ It was really a never ending circle of never ending occurrences, if she left this room via the now open door, would she end up back in this room again? Perhaps she would have to crawl through the window, and when it led only back to where it came from she would have to float through the ceiling~ Surely the mirror only led back here, to herself always. She could SEE it. The door reflected none of it's destination...
The heir strode through the door anyway, out into the unreflecting space. So cruel and empty, no hood-framed face grinning back at her... She wandered aimlessly until something snagged her foot, biting into flesh as she went down.
CURSED STUPID NASTY LITTLE ROACH HUMANS. ROTTEN PATHETIC CREATURES.
HP: -10
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Grey Dragon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 3:24 pm
After regaining her footing, Cymbeline continued onwards and promptly forgot about the pain. It was actually quite pretty, the beads of bright red blood welling up on her skin, leaving dark, scarlet drops on the otherwise pristine white floor. She cackled, dipping one finger in the blood, and smearing it across the white tiles.
And then with another laugh, she began to draw faces on the tiles, moving up to the walls as she continued down the hallway. Insane, cackling faces, faces contorted with fear and pain, faces wailing in desperation and sadness... They spread out in a macabre mural in stark red and white as she wandered down the hall, until she finally found herself outside.
This was a familiar place, she had been here so often in the past... And the voices, they whispered tantalizingly in her mind. The sound was almost soothing after all those years, like the soft swell of ocean waves, or the wind through dead trees. She was tempted to stay.
But she passed through the portal anyway. She had snots to teach.
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