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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:04 pm
IF YOU CHOOSE OPTION C: YOUR THREAD IS NOW MARKED CLOSED c) Walk over to communicate with the Halloweeners to ask questions about what is going on. As your group approaches the two Halloweeners, you notice that they are carrying oddly discoloured weapons, pointing them directly at you. Before you can say another word, they shoot, a net encompassing you, sending painful electric shocks down your body until you black out. When you wake up, you notice that you are in some sort of large, closed environment, a room perhaps, with the others. The ceiling is covered in a bright white light, and you see people standing outside the thick transparent walls, wearing familiar (to some) white outfits with gold trim. They are muttering amongst each other, though one of them walks over to a what looks like a scamplifier, talking directly into it. Their voice booms into the room. "Sorry if we made you feel threatened, we don't mean any harm really, just checking up on orders." Their tone sounds oddly sterile and rehearsed. "Don't worry though, we'll let you go, we just need one simple answer from you. Which ah, 'Halloween Refugee Base' are you from? If you tell us where its located, we will let all of you go. If not, then I'm afraid, well," They turned around, picking up something in one hand: a glowing weapon, a simple sword-shaped weapon, really, "You might as well enjoy your permanent stay in here in Deus Ex Machina and make yourselves comfortable for the long-term duration." a) You decide to answer, trying for any random location, anything, to get out of the place b) You decide to withhold answers, instead, demanding that you will answer if they tell you what is going on and where your group is c) You say nothing entirely, simply glaring back. These guys don't look like they'll give you anything any way no matter what
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:09 pm
Moure was kind of surprised, horrified, and concerned all at once when another of the ghostly things came toward him, only to be vaporized by his team-mates. He suppressed a shudder as he fell apart around him, looking to his friends and giving them a thumb's up as thanks.
Yes, Roch. Thank you for bringing up one of Moure's least favorite experiences of the Haunted House. Moure's face screwed up in disgust at the mention of it hitting on him and he shook his head. He looked to Edel, who seemed equally unhappy with that prospect and said, "Yeah...one of those ghost-things in the Haunted House tried flirting with me. It was really, really unfortunate." He gave a shudder at the memory, still finding it to be awfully creepy. It didn't help that the creature had then also accused Moure and Roch of being in a relationship.
And then Edel was asking the people about their circumstances, and Moure's mind immediately jumped back to his first thought of the figures. "What if they're Hunters? This could all be a..." His thought was interrupted by the figures turning weapons on them "trap."
As the electrical current in the net connected with him, Moure had a series of thoughts as he blacked out, namely, "Ohcrud not again" followed by "Well, at least it's not fire this time." and then finally with, "I so knew they were Hunters."
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Moure's first reaction upon waking was to blink the incredibly bright light out of his eyes, quickly survey their new surroundings, and come to the conclusion that they were completely and utterly doomed. Locked in a room in a Hunter base in hostile territory, with an audience of Hunters surrounding them on the other side of the transparent walls, and faced with a question that was unanswerable...they were goners.
Dissipation you could come back from.
Weaponization...you were gone forever.
The comment about how they didn't mean any harm was immediately interpretted to be the lie Moure knew it was, but he managed to keep at least a little of his disgust from his face. The thinly veiled threat from the Hunters really could only lead to two options: Getting tortured just within the limits of your Fear surviving and then having that repeated as soon as your Fear returned, or you or your team-mates getting turned into weapons, or possibly both. Moure risked a glance to the rest of his team, his attention lingering on Edel. Why should she have to go through this twice? Once in the Haunted House tent, and now...
Moure hadn't been able to get there in time to really help her then, but he was here now. He would do everything in his power to protect her.
Even if that meant risking weaponization himself.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:24 pm
Nyyrikki came to, for the second time, in a strange place. He ground his teeth as he squinted against the bright light that invaded his senses. Why was it that he was always waking up in strange places? Just once, could he know where he was? That would be fantastic, thanks. Oh, and no hunters. Yeah.
He peered at the beings in front of them with their strange weapons. They could almost be reapers, but Rikki had a sense that just weren't that cool. He rolled his cheek between his teeth at their words and questions, but his anger kept him from humoring them at all. Instead, he leaned his head back and took deep breaths, trying to figure out an escape plan. Not that one readily presented itself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:31 am
Roch woke slowly, freezing. He shivered slightly and opened his eyes, seeing Edel first. "Why are you--" in his bedroom? Cuz the idea of sleeping in the same room with Edel was--
WAIT. The punk boil jumped to his feet, his hand shooting out to try and summon his guitar--and nothing happened. He stared at the hand in question, looking downright betrayed, then turned his attention to the glass walls, and the freaks staring at them.
And Roch, being Roch, wearing nothing but heart patterned boxers, raced forward, slamming his fist on the glass. "OOOYEEE YOU CANDLEJACKERS!! Let me OUT!" he bellowed before stepping back and physically throwing himself at the wall.
Ouch... that hurt. "Jaaaack..." He turned, looking at Edel. She was at full health and he didn't have his FEAR weapon. How the hell was he going to save her the way he'd promised?
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:02 am
Edel had awakened a little earlier than the rest and was sitting leaning against the wall, silently, thinking, meditating. It didn't take too long for it to cross her mind that this was kind of her fault, for talking to those “Halloweeners” without realising that they could have been hunters. Perhaps she had let her guard down, thinking that this was still part of the trials .... or maybe it still was. It could be, she didn't really doubt that.
Did she?
The ghoul looked on at her other team mates, Rikki and Roch were absolutely fuming and Moure ... well, he was worried. Strangely enough ... she was feeling rather calm. Or was it numbness maybe, since she had been in such a situation before. Well then, how now brown cow?
She wasn't going to start yelling at the hunters or give another show of blatant defiance. She had done that before ... didn't really work, could have gotten herself into more trouble then. Instead she could try to give them what they want, this Halloween Refugee Base location, which of course she had no clue about.
Edel took a look around them, registering once again the fact that they were in their pajamas. Did they look like refugees? Maybe not Roch in his boxers but maybe they could pass off as that. Alright, she was going to lie, so how was she going to go about it? They didn't know enough to give a definitive answer on the exact location ... perhaps a list of possible places? The hunters would have checked them before, but how certain were they that they had not missed anything? And why would their little group of five be wandering about away from the camp? Man did she have a quite a task to make up a convincing lie.
The ghoul turned to meet Roch's gaze. She knew what he was thinking about ... but that didn't matter, they had discussed this before and she knew he couldn't do a thing in this situation. “It's alright,” she calmly assured him, turning back to face the hunters.
“We ... kind of got lost from the main group ...” she began, measuring her tone to sound sheepish and rather worried, “I-It was a sudden shift in location .... we're not sure where they went .... b-but they could have gone to that place...” Edel made sure her voice trembled at the end, but hidden from their view was her fist clenched to keep any rage or other emotion that would give her away from showing. Keeping up with her act, the ghoul turned to look at the punk reaper as if in desperation. She could only hope Roch knew how to play along ...
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:08 am
....... He stared at her, his expression blank for a second before it turned, shockingly, into rage. "Jackdammit, Eddy, don't TELL them!" he said, sounding downright outraged. "Don't you know what they'll--"
He stopped, looking at the group, then down at himself, then at the hunters on the other side of the glass. "Were you serious about letting us go?" he demanded. "We won't tell you JACK if you don't let us go, got it? SWEAR it!"
Which was probably useless, he thought, but hell, they really didn't know where any main group was, so lying wouldn't hurt.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:18 am
The ghoul quite nearly dropped the act and kept herself from breaking into a smile or laughter. Eddy. Where did that come from? But wow, she didn't expect him to be able to catch on and play along so easily. Or maybe she did, either way she was rather impressed.
“Rocky!” she pleaded, making all efforts to sound really desperate, “We've got to ... there's no choice – JUST TELL THEM!” she yelled towards the end. Now she was putting him in a spot .... the ghoul was really hoping Roch knew of some vaguely secret location to continue to lead them on.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:23 am
Roch hesitated. It looked like he was deciding, but mentally his mind was rushing through the places he knew. "Look," he said, turning to the hunters, his hands pressed to the glass. "They didn't trust us, okay? So they mighta lied to us--probably because of me. I'm a jackin' criminal, y'know? But--but they said they were thinkin' about going--"
He hesitated, looking at Edel again, as if begging her not to make him tell. Then he turned to the hunters again, hanging his head. "They said they were goin' to the misty plains," he said, sounding rather defeated.
"Now let us GO," he said, his head coming up. He stated slamming his fist on the glass again. "We told you what you wanted to hear, so LET US GO!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:36 am
The misty plains ... a place in plain view for everyone except that there was the mist. Maybe he could have picked a better location but they would just have to go with it. Edel curled herself up into a ball and hid her face behind her knees, continuing to give off the image of a ghoul that was truly traumatized and scared.
In actuality, she just needed to hide her face and the grin that she was trying to suppress. Edel bit down on her lip and tried to keep the urge to start laughing inside, but Roch, in his boxers, telling them that he was a criminal and beating on the glass pane really wasn't helping. It fact it was even more hilarious was that for most of it, he actually looked quite like those humans ... with the exception of hairstyle and dressing.
This really wasn't funny, really. But Edel couldn't help but wonder what the hunters thought of the punk reaper.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 11:20 am
Aksaja woke a bit more slowly than the others, but once he did, the lightning dragon scrambled up to his feet, staring around wide-eyed. "Where the Jacking hell are we?" he muttered . . . then he noticed the people in white coats. And groaned. He should have known it would be a bad idea to try and go talk to those guys. They were Hunters. Of course.
And now they were all screwed, probably. Fists clenched, Aksaja glared at the two, determined not to give anything away at all - except then Edel stared up her little act. Head whipping around, the dragon stared at her. What was she . . . did they really think that would work? ********. Now they just looked like a bunch of weaklings.
"Even if you find them, they'll probably kill you," he added on with a low hiss.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 11:51 am
Edel looked up to see that Aksaja had finally roused ... and that he was fuming as well, obviously a little less than impressed with the show they were putting up. Well, she didn't expect everyone to agree with what she just did, but from previous experience a little bit of compliance might prevent or ... delay them from getting weaponized ... did he know anything about that?
The ghoul made the slightest of motions to suggest he play along as he stared at her. The responsibility of being the team leader was starting to weigh down on her; she had already made one bad call and a second one of those would screw them over.
...
Edel's expression grew a lot more serious and she was really starting to hope she had made the right decision. Whether they looked like weaklings or not, the first thing they had to do was get out of their confines and FEAR limiting devices. Then at least then they'd have the options of offing each other or fighting back.
.... Gosh this situation really wasn't ideal.
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Ice Queen rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:14 pm
“-The point is, if the situation arises where I'd be much better off dead than in the hunters' hands,” the ghoul paused to look away again and brush her fingers against her lips.
“Could I ask that you dissipate me?”
The words lingered in his mind--a dream that he was slowly waking from. He was there, looking at the pretty ice demon, promising her--
Roch gasped, jerking awake. They had knocked them out again, leaving them no chance to even try and escape--he turned, looking around him, the glass box they were stuck in like pet punkeesh, there was Moure, Rikki, Aksaja-- "Edel?" he asked, getting to his feet. "Where is Edel?"
Slowly he turned, looking in the direction he hadn't before. She wasn't in their fish tank, she was--Roch rushed to the wall of the cage, slamming his fist against it again as he saw the ice demon on the other side. There she was, standing in a tube. The expression on her face, the knowledge. He knew she knew what was going to happen to her--he knew she knew he had failed her. That he was no match against these bastards, just like she hadn’t been, just like none of the ones trapped in cages had been--
“Let her go,” he whispered, his palm pressing against the glass. “Let her go! Take me instead!” The man in the white coat said nothing to him, not yet. He was looking through his information. “Let her GO!” Roch bellowed.
“She isn’t the one you should be worrying about,” the man said. “Now tell me the truth--who are you? If you refuse this will happen to another of you--“ He motioned to the people behind him, and something started to happen to Edel.
Her screams ripped through the punk boil, causing something--that last bit of self confidence, that last bit of belief that he could protect someone--ANYONE--to break inside of him. He couldn’t even scream with her, he was forced to watch, forced to engrave that scream, that thrashing of her body, into his very heart. He watched, tears falling silently down his cheek as she was consumed--as she was changed into something small and ugly, something that was a pathetic excuse of a weapon.
“Now, will you tell us who you are?” the man asked.
Roch turned to him, his eyes cold and filled with hate. He didn’t even bother to say that the man had just offed the one reason he would even think of telling them anything. Instead he turned and headed to a corner, sitting down and waiting patiently for his own death.
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DarkHeartedSorrows rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:32 pm
Going to make a new post rather than edit this one.
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Trira rolled 1 100-sided dice:
27
Total: 27 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:42 pm
The fun way. That could only lead to one possibility. One end worse than death.
Someone was going to get weaponized.
There was a soft hissing sound, and Moure tried not to breathe in, an action that should've been easy for him, but somehow it wormed it's way down his throat and he felt himself losing his grip on his mind.
And then everything went black.
((I'll post again tomorrow for his reaction to Edel's weaponization. l'DDD; ))
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Zyphiris rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:59 pm
Black.
White.
The sinking feeling of what was to come as she was slowly knocked out was gone, replaced by the numbing realisation that it now was; the end of the line.
She didn't need any hints to know the nature of her current confines. She already knew.
Don't tremble, she told herself, robotically. However, her balled up fists were loose, betraying her emotions.
Don't cry.
She could still see them from here. Good. She was glad it was her. This had been her fault. It was her price to pay.
She tried not to look, but knowing this would be the last time, she did.
Roch was yelling. Of course he was yelling. Perhaps she should never have asked, never have made him carry a burden he didn't need to carry.... wasn't supposed to carry. They both knew of a hopeless situation, this hopeless situation, yet she still made him promise. It was so unfair, she had been so unfair.
“It's alright,” she mouthed, her voice unable to register even a whisper. He wouldn't have been able to hear her anyway, the same way she couldn't hear him yelling.
Her eyes moved on to Aksaja, unable to continue looking at Roch breaking down. She barely knew him, the lightning dragon, she wished she knew him better. In some ways it was for him she felt most guilty about. But it was too late now. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry .... would never be enough.
And then there was Rikki. Tell Danny I said Goodbye, the words just came to her mind involuntarily. It was funny, her strange relationship with that ghoul, the ghoul she would probably never truly understand. It was funny that even in her last moments, she still had some sense of humour, however sardonic it may be. She hoped that for him, he would get out of this safely, find Danny .... be happy together. It really was funny, how things worked.
Moure. She was digging her nails into her palms, desperately fighting back tears. There was so much she wanted to say, so much they haven't done, so much happiness they never experienced. They had barely even begun. Too soon, it had been too soon.
Her gaze lingered on the boil who was screaming ... crying.... Her hands were pressed against the cage, as if trying to meet his. It hurt, but it didn't matter. Nothing else did.
Goodbye.
...
I love you.
The moment came too early. Even though she felt that she had been living on borrowed time, it still came too early. She didn't want to scream, squeezing her eyes shut and biting down on her lip until it bled. But she did. She screamed. She cried. She died.
All that was left was a lone spear in her wake.
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