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 Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:20 am
It brought him straight to Amrita alright. It would have been fine had the ghoul not been trying to crawl out of a hole. The vines had her ankle still and kept trying to grab the other, all of them working to try and pull her into a dark hole in the floor. She was keeping them at bay but only barely, clinging to the creaking floorboards like her life depended on it.
Which it kind of did.
"....Ohno." Mot's voice carried through the shed, and before she could try to move he was carried straight into her. She lost her grip and was given only enough time to scream as both of them went plummeting down into the seemingly endless pit. The ground came up faster than she had hoped though, and before she knew it she hit the solid ground hard hard enough to stun her for a few moments.
"Uhhh Mot....?" Her voice was filled with apprehenshion and maybe even a little bit of fear; the vines hadn't stopped moving, and were starting to curl even tighter around her feet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:24 am
Oops.
All of the oops.
Mot uttered a thousand apologies on the way down, and grunted them in a hiss after the fall had ended too. "Ah..yes?" He asked meeky, trying to get a bearing on what mess he'd gotten them in.
"I uh.. I'll.. get us out of this... Um..." He summoned his shotgun for good measure.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:30 am
"Mooot...?!" She cried out again as the vines twisted around her legs, pinning her to the floor. Now wasn't the time to get mad at him or argue about trespassing; now was the time to get out of this without dissipating. "You'd better! This if your fault!" Then again, panic was never a nice face on anyone. Luckily enough she didn't sound angry, just panicked and accusing; but she wasn't entirely wrong.
"J-just...just k-keep moving!" She cried out, digging her fingers under some of the smaller vines around her legs, pulling hard to try and rip them off. They grew back almost as fast as she ripped them off, but between that and her squirming she did manage to get to her feet, which she thought was something of an improvement.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:34 am
"Right right!" Mot admitted, getting to his feet and ripping vines from his twiggy legs. For good measure, he fired a few rounds at where he figured the vnes were coming from, bright flashes of Fear sparking up.
"Okay! Let's climb out of this." The reaper got Amrita going first, hoisting her onto his shoulder to give her a boost.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:55 am
Mot's shot was rewarded with a high pitched shriek, the vines briefly curling in on each other in recoil. They were only briefly deterred and came back with a vengeance, this time definitely trying to grab and trap the cowboil-turned-boogeyman.
Amrita yelped when Mot grabbed her to hoist her onto his shoulder. How did - but where did - he was a twig how did he do that?! Sadly it was a passing thought, as Amrita was quite terrified of heights and Mot was certainly tall enough to be classified as a height. She almost fought against him, almost tried to get back down on her own feet, but something in her screamed to get her head together. There were vines down there, and she'd be stuck and crushed until she dissipated. Not fun.
Despite her trembling she reached out, sinking her fingers into the earth lining the deep pit, swinging her heel hard enough to make a dent to rest her foot on. This would be so much easier with her toes facing the right away! Augh! Stubborn as always she started to climb, pulling herself closer and closer to the 'safety' of the shed.
"I...I see the shed!" She slipped a few times, lost her footing here and there, but eventually her fingers dug into the floorboards again and this time she was able to pull herself out. There was no time to celebrate, though! "I...I'll get a rope or something!" She promised into the pit, and then disappeared from view.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:00 am
Amrita was climbing to safety, leaving Mot with some pissed off vines digging into his ankles through his thick leather boots. "Cripes!" Mot started to try and climb, his thin fingers doing well to cling to the earth, pointed shoes doing the same. He'd have been find if the vines weren't so.. insistant he spend some quality time with them in the pit.
Amrta made it to safety, and Mot felt a swell of pride, knowing hed done something right. Her call was met with a pathetic face.
QuQ
"I'll... be here!...." He looked down with worry.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:18 am
Amrita tore the place apart as quietly as she could, looking for a rope or anything long and sturdy enough to lift Mot. Clearly he was beefier than he seemed since he could hoist her, so maybe he was the type that only looked thin, when really he was a solid mass? Then again, when she punched him...he kinds of felt like dried out tall grass. Hrm. He was a mystery, that one.
"Ah-hah!" She cried out (quietly) in victory, grabbing a long coil of harmless looking rope. As quick as she could she scrambled back to the hole, tying one end of the rope around her middle and leaning over to peek into the dark pit. "PSSSSST Mot! Are you still alive?" It was important to know this; she didn't want to lower the ropes to the greedy crawling vines.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:27 am
"Oh my Jack they're everywhere.." Mot whimpered from below.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 9:35 am
Well, that was a good sign...maybe?
"Okay, here comes the rope, be quick about it!" She called down into the pit before tossing the other end in. She gripped what she could, wrapping them around her backward hands for added stability...and then she just waited for the weight.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:07 am
Whap.
"Ouch!"
Apparently the end of the rope hit him in the nose.
Mot recovered, grabbing the rope and climbing up, tearing himself from the vines that clung to him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:14 am
Except a few moments later the rope suddenly went slack, but thankfully tightened all over again within the span of a few seconds. Both were accompanied by a curse, a strained groan and what may have been an apology, if one could hear anything through muttering.
Apparently Amrita wasn't as strong as she thought she was...but she was holding in there! Thank Jack he wasn't any heavier! She pulled on the rope as he climbed it, pressing her heels hard into the floor to try and keep her ground. When he got to the top and could pull himself up on his own, the Vetala crumped to the floor, rope flying around her from the sudden loss of tension.
With a rather Zombie-like groan she sat up again and started to crawl over to Mot, not even bothering to untie the rope from around her waist. She sat at his side for a moment, taking a 'breather' from the heavy lifting and fully content to stay in silence.
Until she punched him in the arm.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:19 am
Mot yelped, his heart nearly leaping into his throat from the sudden loss of tension. He thought better about saying a word, scared of the viens below. She seemed to be okay, and he continued to climb.
The top was finally within his grasp, and Mot hoisted himself out of the pit.
The breather was appreciated, taking the moment to settle his nerves. They became unsettled again as Amrita punched his arm. Mot whined, rubbing the spot gingerly and casting a frown at the ghoul. "Sorryyy... but this wouldn't have happened if you'd just come back with me. This place is obviously dangerous." He hissed in a whisper.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:26 am
"No, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't feel the need to stop me!" She insisted in the same hushed whisper, rubbing her sore hands, feeling where the skin had pulled and ripped from trying to keep a grip on the...well, everything since she arrived. Fantastic. "AND you broke those twigs on purpose!" She accused, folding her arms across her chest in an upset huff. "Dangerous? What? We're at Amityville Academy! Everything is dangerous!" She insisted, her voice almost squeaking with offense. Her arms unfolded after that, working to dig and untie the knot of rope from around her waist. It wasn't going very well, she was too worked up to get it done properly and efficiently...but eventually she got it, and without tearing it or someone to shreds.
"I'm still going on ahead. If you don't like me being in here, leave!" She pouted stubbornly, her hands curling into fists and already on her way to (quietly) storming off.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 8:52 pm
"Of course I did. I had to try and scare you into giving up." Mot retorted; huffing as she brought up the point that.. they were students of Amity. Amity + Danger = OTP. He knew that well enough. But if he could help it, he would try and minimise the danger.
And she was off again. Mot whined under his breath, getting to his feet and eyeing the door. He could... go... leave and pretend this never happened. But... protecting.. people.. setting a good example and...
"So I was wondering if maybe you would consider an alternate path in life? Theivery is so risky and all, and I really feel like---" Mot was somehow right behind Amrita again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:23 pm
Amrita yelped as quietly as she could when there was a sudden Mot. Damn that tricky lightfooted beanpole! She glared at him over her shoulder, her cheeks puffing out in frustration. She raised her fist like she was going to punch him again, but didn't act on it. It was a warning to shut his trap. "I'm not here to steal anything!" She informed him, almost offended by the idea. Stealing, seriously? That was for Hunter trips and raids on Staff Offices! The nerve!
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