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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 12:55 pm
"Look...well...whatever your names are. I'm Declan." He knew, he heard. He just didn't care. "Since you're stuck here anyway, I need four pieces of glass tubing, hmm, one from each of you, yes? Toilet cleaner, bleach, steel wool, a bar of hand soap and as many bottles as you can find." He pursed his lips. "Oh, and a candle and some matches. Any questions?"
Declan didn't seem to consider, or, again, care, that they'd probably disagree wtih his demands. He watched the group of teenagers expectantly. As if expecting them to bolt off like little servants.
They aren't going to listen to you if you just rattle off demands. Declan frowned as the voice intruded into his thoughts again. Then smiled a little. A rare off-beat moment.
I know something you don't, Reasoning. This house'll do anything to make them miserable. The minute they leave the comfort and security of this lighted kitchen...to try and leave, to try and go by themselves... His eyes narrowed. The game is afoot. And we're going to play. Once they were tangled in the house, and once they got him his stuff, he'd let them see. No one was better at unravelling what was real and fake about the house than Declan. They'd pile all of the science supplies he'd ever need for his attention before this was over.
His eyes flickered toward a side wall slightly. He heard something...and felt something familiar around the house. Something big. Mmmh. It was probably just the house playing tricks. Who the hell else would be here at a time like this?
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 8:30 pm
Fawkes frowned at the older boy. WHo did he think he is, bossing them about like that. He opened his mouth to speak but then shut it as ROuge hissed at him.
< I don't care if your pride is on the line here. Just do what this Declan wants so we can get away from these other boys and beasts. You know how I feel about crowds,> she growled as she turned back to hide behind his hair, knocking it out from behind his ear so that it slid back infront of his face. She was gone, hidden within the shadows of his hair.
Fawkes let out a sigh and shruged his shoulders. She was right, and it would be his head if she was kept unhappy for too long. He narowed his eyes and turned without a word, his cloak billowing out behind him as he stroad from the kitchen out into the hallway. He would find Declan's things, to shut him AND Rouge up. He was also interested in getting a look around this house he cshould call "home."
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 3:25 pm
Ethen turned his attention away from the strangely "decorated" crocodile after the boy in the kitchen had introduced himself. Eh? Had he been there before? Underneath silently answered with an affirmative from her locale in Ethen's arms. Apparently the sheep daemon had taken in more than the predator-seeming creatures in the kitchen.
Having listened to the list of Declan's mystery ingredients, Ethen cocked an eyebrow. "What do you need them for?" he asked, his intonation indignant. His eyes, however, revealed the raw and unbidden curiosity that composed, along with other elements, the core of his psychology. Just what was the young man in glasses planning? And in a kitchen, no less...
Ethen walked towards the counter and looked to Declan as expectantly as the other boy had previously done the group of them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:02 am
Simon nodded a bit at Ethen's questioning of Declan's motives. He smelled something strange and foreign on the air, something he was not sure he wanted to encounter. "Do you really think it wise to trek around this house on our own? Uninvited? Mother always curses unwanted visitors... not literally, but this house... I remember something foreboding ... something...," he paused, trying to find the words to describe and almost forgotten experience from his childhood. "Something menacing. And the air doesn't smell right."
He pursed his lips, uncomfortable for having disagreed, but his natural abilities in "battle" materializing anyway. Forehead wrinkling as it did when he was deep in thought, he looked at Declan and asked, "Did you try looking under the sink? That's where we keep bleach, steal wool and soap at home."
He took his hand from Death's rump and the wolf glanced back over her shoulder as the boy walked into the kitchen and began opening cupboards, starting first with the one under the sink. Chuffing a final insult to Retch, she followed him, sniffing about the lower cupboards for any scent of what Simon was after. "This one needs to be taught some manners, cub. He does not know the power of 'please.'
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:33 pm
Quim's eyes were fixed on Rogue. He'd seen foxes before, of course, on Discovery Channel, and once on a late-night walk at his aunt's house he'd spotted a bristly tail whipping into the trees. But this was the first time Quim had seen one at such close range, and he wasn't about to miss his chance to look long and hard. The boy didn't think anything of the way Rogue was obstructing Fawkes' face; it was just, he decided, one of those daemon things. Retch couldn't get more than a couple yards away from Quim. Maybe it's here the same sorta deal, 'cept way intense-er for Fox-thing, the boy mused. Hopely Retch wouldna never hafta stick that close and tight here. He'd die from the stench for sure!
Did foxes smell? The boy wasn't sure. "Musky?" Quim queried to himself quietly, but quickly turned his attention (if not his eyes) to Declan as the older boy began to list items. Steel wool? Soap? Glass tubing?
What the hell? Retch sounded exactly like Quim felt: confused, unsure, irritated.
Dunno. A mental shrug, and he tore his eyes away from Fawkes reluctantly as Rogue slipped back behind his hair. Pig-man askt already though.
Not that, dumbass. Why's we gotta help this boy? Sure, aight, he's older, and hell, we've got nothin' to do. But this is a ******** mansion, we kin find s**t sure-fast. Why're we hanging aboot?
My buggery Retch, there's a what-to-do in the althing and indeedly, I'm not going to blodger around bored.
We could explore the house. Check that hallway. Get lost again. Anything except help this ******** blodger yourself. He knew she couldn't.
Retch's only reply was to rattle screechingly across the tile floor to the cabinet closest to the door, winding her tail into the handle and pulling hard enough to almost twist the hinge. Lucky thing she wasn't strong enough to do any real damage, at least not from that angle. Quim jogged along after her, humming to himself quietly, and began to sift through dust and pots. "Toilet cleaner, bleach, hand soap, bottles. Candle, matches, four pieces of metal tubing - "
- Glass tubing, you shithead -
" - glass tubing, steel wool." It couldn't be too hard to find this stuff in a kitchen ... right?
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:13 pm
Pulling off his glasses long enough to rub the bridge of his nose, Declan sighed before replacing his spectacles. He spoke with strained patience, glancing only briefly to the two that questioned. "What I'm doing depends entirely on the quality of what you bring me, and how fast you return." That was obvious, wasn't it? "Also, I have no idea if spelunking alone is wise or not, but it certainly seems more intelligent to travel together."
Turning back to the counter without offering further reassurance, Declan rolled his sleeves neatly as the others milled about. Yet another question interrupted his preparations, and he blinked at Simon's slightly insulting inquiry. "Under the sink? Of course. Nothing is salvageable due to the degradation..." Finally glancing towards the cupboards in question, Declan paused as his gaze settled on Death sniffing about.
"...of the asbestos insulation. Unfortunate." It was unclear whether he was referring to the loss of the supplies, or the potentially lethal effects of inhaled asbestos. The young man made no attempt to clarify.
Immersing himself in his preparations once again, he dismissed them with absentminded silence. Whether they opted for the hall or the front door was entirely up to them, and obviously not a choice that overly concerned Declan. Children were almost as plentiful as steel wool, after all.
At that thought, he glanced back at them owlishly...mouth drawn into a thin line of focus. "Don't forget the steel wool." No need to see them out. There was only one door.West Hall-Beyond the kitchen, the West Hall stretched toward the center of the House...spotted with a few doors along its length. The bulbs overhead were bare, devoid of light fixtures, and flickered occasionally as the storm outside flared.
The doors themselves were unremarkable...two of the three stood open to reveal a small study, and a neatly kept guest room. The last door was shut, the edge of a rug peeking out from the gap. Most unusual, however, was the view at the end of the hall. Large, grey, and entirely blocking the exit to the Front Hall was what could only be described as...
...an elephant a**. Judging by the strain of the doorframe, and the plaster filtering down from the cracks of the ceiling, the House was clearly as uncomfortable as the pachyderm.
As the thunder of the storm faded into pattering silence, the bronze alarm clock in the guestroom abruptly began to shrill.-Aki Hello! biggrin *crickets* o.o;
Erm...yes. I'll be helping Raife (and her lovely team) along while she's out of town! For your benefit, I would suggest reading Nisha's hunt thread as well...my rules may apply for the duration of my stay!
I apologize for any errors that may occur. If I get something wrong with the situation or your character, feel free to PM me. Gently. If I contradict something already in place, however...forgive me and let it slide! This means if it wasn't storming when Raife was the Storyteller, and it is now, that's just the way of things!
If you have any concerns or questions, I will be looking over the threads (OOC thread and Hunt thread) every other day or so. If it's something urgent or private, you may PM me...but my inbox is usually pretty full. If you'd like to share AIM names, PM me for that as well!
Please note: I've found that it's very useful for all involved if each character establishes their 'inventory' up front. No fair pulling that last second lighter out of your pocket! XD You have your choice...please work your current inventory into an IC post, or PM me with it privately if you wish to keep your goods a secret. Keep it reasonable, please!
I'm looking forward to RPing with all of you, now and when Raife returns! Good luck!
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 1:15 pm
Death chuffed at Declan, her exhalation sending droplets of mucus towards the older boy. "Should I teach him, cub? Perhaps my teeth in his rump would instruct him on the finer arts of pleasantries..." She ran her rosey tongue over her teeth, a smile creeping across her wolfish maw.
Simon crossed the space between them, putting a hand on her neck. "Not just yet, Dee. I tried the front door awhile ago. Its locked. Perhaps if we help him, he'll tell us some way to get out. Besides, it's not like we have anything else to do." He trailed off, looking at the other boys for some indication of what they were to do.
Fawkes had already vacated the kitchen, presumably to go off on his own. Ethen was staring down Declan and Quim was doing whatever it was that Quim did. He was a strange one.
Clearing his throat, he layed a strong hand on Ethen's spindley shoulder, "Perhaps it would be best if we stuck together... Something doesn't ... smell right."
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 4:09 pm
(( a huurrrr *fixes then shrugs* my bad ^_^;; ))
Fawkes stepped out into the West Hall carefully, his hand absentmindedly petting Rouge for comfort. As he stood in the entrance, a shiver ran through his body again. He REALLY didn't like this house.
" Do you suppose that getting these thigns for that boy will get us out of here soon?" His question was more to himself, but Rouge happened to answer.
< More than likely. At least I would hope so. I really don't like being here, and its not only the house that makes me uncomfortable. Did you see how that boy with that disgusting crocodile stared at me? What a look!> Her hackles rose then, the thought of that ugly creature putting her on edge.
" Rouge, everyone gives you a look," Fawkes sighed as he turned to head down the hallway.
He did not continue down the hallway for long, for the sight of a large, grey rump at the end of it stopped him in his tracks.
" What in the world is that?" He started to head back into the kitchen, afraid of continuing alone without someone to investigate with him when he heard an alarmclock begin to cry.
< Oh for heavens sake, shut that off!> Rouge cried out, hiding deeper in Fawkes cloak. She has not a fan of loud noises due to her hearing.
Fawkes nodded and took off into the guest room, his cloak billowing out behind him. As he approached the bed he snatched the alarm clock from the nightstand and nearly slammed his hand into the snooze button. He let out a sigh as he placed the clock back onto the table, watching it carefully as if he didn't trust it to stay silent.
For now, the horrid thing stayed silent.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 11:18 am
Guest Room
-The alarm stayed silent...for now. The time, however, read incorrectly. 10:42. Anyone with a working watch could tell it was still a bit earlier than that.
A small door was set into the side of the guest room, quiet noises echoing from through the painted wood. A faint, clean smell seemed to surround the door, perhaps pushing out through the gap along the threshold...-
[Let's try to stay together! Sorry for the short post, but I'd like to know if Rie is truly on Hiatus, or still in the posting order. If she's out for the count, feel free to skip her, Quinny, and post when you're ready!]
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 12:24 pm
Nose to the air, Death padded to the door of the kitchen, her refined senses able to smell something clean accenting the elephant-laced atmosphere. "Come cub, I smell something." Her words were unneccessary, as she had fed him the smell as she sensed it, but added an emphasis to its strangeness.
Motioning to Ethen that he was going to the hall as the boy had yet to acknowledge him, Simon followed DeeDee to where she was poised in the doorway. Her senses were keaner than his, so he could not yet smell anything over the odor of Desperate, save through what was fed to him by the wolf.
She tested the air again, following the lacey scent into the guest room, past Fawkes and pressed her nose to the floor, sniffing the air that emmanated from beneath the threshold of a small door to the side of the room. "Here, cub. It comes from here."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:16 pm
(( Dude. Sorry. Really. My mistake. x__x ;_; ))
Ethen glared at Declan. Why was he acting so indifferent? And why wasn't he answering? Though as a younger boy Ethen might have persisted in his questioning, he relented, distracted by the feel of a palm on his shoulder.
"...stuck together... something doesn't... smell right..." From the young man, about his age, to whom the palm belonged, this was all Ethen had heard. At first his expression was quizzical, but Underneath explained to Ethen the other boy's true intentions. As he was about to turn and respond, Simon left the room, turning left after having done so.
Ethen sighed and shrugged, setting Underneath down to the floor. "I think it'd be best to stay together, after all..." Underneath looked up at Ethen with wide eyes, but his gaze did not meet hers; the boy was thinking. "Besides, there's always the oppurtunity to learn something new about these people, right?" Ethen nodded as he reached the door and vwipped his head to the left, as Simon's body and his beckoning hand had done.
The west hall was filled with doors, some of them slightly ajar, their shapes morphing in apparent extremes in sync with the flickering lights swaying overhead. Drawn to the sounds just a bit further ahead, Ethen walked into the guest room. Simon and his daemon were examining a small door in the corner, lured by heaven knew what. Ethen looked at the different corners of the room, but found nothing out of the ordinary. A bed, a clock, four walls, and a side door... none of the supplies Declan had asked for were here (Ethen wondered why he cared about the requests of such a bossy boy, but his childish curiosity mediated the different arguments of his subconscious).
A shrill bleat startled Ethen. He shuddered and turned to find Underneath beside the wolf daemon, shaking her head and stomping her feet at him. "You musn't open that door! We won't find what we're looking for in there..." Her wool was bristling, Ethen noticed with wide-eyed discomfort. It was just a door. Wasn't it...?
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 2:11 pm
A smile curling her fuzzy maw, Death glanced at a rather bristled and annoyed Underneath before sending to her, "There is a clean smell comming from here, Fluff. Cub's mind pictures spoke of cleaning and I have found a place that smells promising. Smooth your pelt, all will be well."
Simon shot Ethen a chagrined glance and then turned his attentions back to Death, explaining, "She smelled something I couldn't over the strange odor on the air. I smell it now though. Its... well, its a clean smell. Maybe we will find something Declan requested beyond this door. I know it seems strange, but nothing about this house is normal."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 5:09 pm
Ethen sighed and walked over to his disconcerted daemon, lifting her into his arms as a force of habit. He crouched beside Simon, testing the air with his own nose, but as scent identification wasn't where his talents were to be found, he couldn't smell whatever it was that the two beside him were so focused on.
"Well," Ethen said, standing as he did so, "I don't smell anything from it, but maybe...-" He cocked his head to the side, kicking a foot absentmindedly as he did so. Why couldn't he smell what was behind the door? And why was Underneath so afraid that even in Ethen's arms, she was still shaking?
He took a few steps back. The barely-there discomfort that came with having another disquieted soul connected to yours was beginning to affect Ethen.
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