.:In Which There Is An Adventure:.
Sizzla
Though he'd been there before, Finn was feeling a bit wary as he walked up the overgrown pathway to the rickety old house. He'd attended a party in the jungle-like backyard mere weeks before, and it was good fun. He'd met some interesting people, and it had been a good excuse for him to be social. The house hadn't seemed so ominous then...But today was different. Today the house looked darker. There was a definite lack of life, and the wind seemed to quiet as he ascended the front steps, his feet creaking the boards beneath them.
Today, he felt a strange pull toward the place, almost if he didn't have a choice. He'd brought his camera so that maybe he could take some artsy photographs of the place. Even in its downtrodden state, Finn could compose some good photographs. Eerie places always made for good pictures, he thought, finally at the front door.
Instead of just walking in, he knocked, wondering if anyone really lived there...
Dark Fire Angel
((I join XD))
A sigh escaped the man's lips as he walked onward, his arms unusually occupied, holding a book, which he was making a habit of reading where ever he went since it's discovery; Now, Shinzu being a man of wide tastes, had come to find the book quite interesting indeed! Architecture, though not his forte, had always fascinated him from a distance.
However... he'd never quite had the chance to visit certain houses of his interest. The fact saddened the dragon slightly, and though his strange eyes finally left the pages of the old book in order to focus on where he was going, it did not help his nostalgia; the house that were now surrounding him as he walked down the lane were more than slightly appealing. One in particular, however, seemed strangely inviting, and there was nothing he could do to keep himself from pausing by it's gate, regarding it for long minutes.
It was only then, after several minutes of observing the dark, strangely inviting structure that the dragon finally noticed someone at the door, knocking; usually, Shinzu would've been someone smart enough to turn around and continue with his daily stroll, however, something compelled him to push the gate, walking into the un-kept garden, and finally nearing the other man,"Is the place yours?" the words were soft, a polite tone ringing to them as he offered Finn a smile, "I was kind of hoping to be let inside, the structure's oddly fascinating... I'd like to compare what my book says to the insides."
Sizzla
Finn swiveled around on his heel when he heard the quiet voice behind him. He had been startled, not expecting to see or hear anyone or anything besides someone answering the door. "Oh, hi," he greeted the newcomer, running a hand through disheveled blonde locks. "No, this isn't my place...I have been here before though. I think some guy with green hair owns the place--at least that's what I remember from the party a few weeks ago."
He paused, taking in the man's features. He looked slightly draconic, but Finn couldn't be sure. "Sorry, I'm so rude. I'm Finn Keating. Nice to meet you. I was just thinking of taking some pictures of the place."
He noticed that the man was holding a book, and from his vantage point, he could see that the tome held diagrams and sketches. Must be an architecture book, he thought, pondering if the man was actually looking to build a house much like this one, or if he was just into old houses.
Coronaviridae
When you lived with one foot in and one foot out of consensus time, it's probably to be expected you'd miss a few parties by not knowing in which next week it was supposed to occur.
This was not typically a problem for Nexeu Preston, but in this case... His home life was disturbed, to say the least, and it made his tenuous grasp on time all the worse. Needless to say he'd figured pretty quick that the party at the House was not this next week, though that was sort of disappointing--but at least it got him out of his own house, currently packed to the point of overflowing with cranky children and a crankier younger brother. Ugh. Much better not to dwell on the eventual return to that place in favor of enjoying the present moment.
At the very least, the House in front of him was interesting even without a party going on, twisted up with strings--nay, veritable cables--of fate that writhed and coiled and redefined themselves in second sight. That warranted investigation, to his mind, especially given the way some of those same strings were... Reaching toward him.
Never the one to deny an ancient evil the opportunity to swallow him whole (so long as his curiosity was satisfied), Nexeu headed up the walk to where the other two men were talking--and stopped well behind Finn and Shinzu, tilting his head back and gazing up at the House curiously. After a moment, he cleared his throat, and greeted it: "Hello, House."
A pause. "And hello to you two, too. What are we standing around and waiting for?"
This was not typically a problem for Nexeu Preston, but in this case... His home life was disturbed, to say the least, and it made his tenuous grasp on time all the worse. Needless to say he'd figured pretty quick that the party at the House was not this next week, though that was sort of disappointing--but at least it got him out of his own house, currently packed to the point of overflowing with cranky children and a crankier younger brother. Ugh. Much better not to dwell on the eventual return to that place in favor of enjoying the present moment.
At the very least, the House in front of him was interesting even without a party going on, twisted up with strings--nay, veritable cables--of fate that writhed and coiled and redefined themselves in second sight. That warranted investigation, to his mind, especially given the way some of those same strings were... Reaching toward him.
Never the one to deny an ancient evil the opportunity to swallow him whole (so long as his curiosity was satisfied), Nexeu headed up the walk to where the other two men were talking--and stopped well behind Finn and Shinzu, tilting his head back and gazing up at the House curiously. After a moment, he cleared his throat, and greeted it: "Hello, House."
A pause. "And hello to you two, too. What are we standing around and waiting for?"
Sizzla
Before the man could get a reply in, there were footsteps behind them, and then a strange greeting. Finn turned again to see who was addressing the house of all things, and his turquoise eyes swept the front yard, falling upon the visage of yet another man, who seemed to be as interested in the house as the other two were. It--the house--was inanimate after all. Well, at least that's what Finn thought. But perhaps his mind would be quickly changed. No one had come to the door yet, and he thought that was good enough reason not to just walk inside and make himself at home. The other man hadn't suggested just walking in either. Finn couldn't help but pride himself on his manners. He wasn't going to just prance into another's house uninvited...
"Hello," he greeted the newcomer, looking at him with a slightly quizzical expression on his face. "Well, I didn't think it was right to just walk on in the place. I think someone actually lives here. I came to a party here not long ago, and I saw the guy that owns the place." He paused and thought back for a second. "At least, I think it's the guy that owns the place. He was playing an excellent host if not..."
Finn looked back at the door, half-expecting the lime-haired man to be standing there staring at him with a goofy grin on his face. But no, he was faced with the intricately-carved front door once again, still no reply from the inside. "Do you think we should just walk in?" he asked, wondering what his new compatriots would suggest.
Dark Fire Angel
A pause was issued by the dragon as he was just about to answer, the voice of another whom seemed to be, amusingly enough, greeting the house, startling him slightly. A brow arched almost in silent question, an elegant gesture as Shinzu glanced down at the newcomer.
What was he waiting for? Well... for one, he was waiting for an invitation; after all, barging into a house that was not his, no matter how alluring the idea might've been at the moment, was simply rude, and being a holy dragon, his points of views and beliefs simply would not allow him to do as such. He did not bother to voice this however, and instead stood idly by Finn, regarding him pleasantly, "I was interrupted moments earlier; I was about to let you know that my name is Shinzu Hisuya, you may obviously call me Shinzu, and greetings to you too..." the later words were no doubt directed at the newcomer, his features developing a slight small to accompany them.
Swiftly he'd come to decide he quite liked Finn no sooner had he spoken, "Aye, I was hoping for an invitation; I would be quite alarmed if someone were to barge into my own house uninvited..." a pause as he directed his gaze towards the structure of the house a sigh escaping his lips, "On the other hand, however, I must admit I'm quite intrigued by the house myself... it seems to sport some sort of an alluring aura."
What was he waiting for? Well... for one, he was waiting for an invitation; after all, barging into a house that was not his, no matter how alluring the idea might've been at the moment, was simply rude, and being a holy dragon, his points of views and beliefs simply would not allow him to do as such. He did not bother to voice this however, and instead stood idly by Finn, regarding him pleasantly, "I was interrupted moments earlier; I was about to let you know that my name is Shinzu Hisuya, you may obviously call me Shinzu, and greetings to you too..." the later words were no doubt directed at the newcomer, his features developing a slight small to accompany them.
Swiftly he'd come to decide he quite liked Finn no sooner had he spoken, "Aye, I was hoping for an invitation; I would be quite alarmed if someone were to barge into my own house uninvited..." a pause as he directed his gaze towards the structure of the house a sigh escaping his lips, "On the other hand, however, I must admit I'm quite intrigued by the house myself... it seems to sport some sort of an alluring aura."
Quinny-chan
Quinn made her way merrily down the sidewalk; enjoying the crisp, fall weather, the glorious colors of the changing leaves and the Honey Crisp apple she crunched as she walked. Her tail swished a jaunty cadence and she hummed and sang intermittently, happy to be out in the world. So great was her pleasure, that when she spotted a group of males on the steps of an old rickety building, she decided to share it with them.Smiling from one fox ear to the other, she skipped through the yard to the front stoop and waved as she shouted a congenial "HALLO!" Grin maintained, she took another giant bite from her apple; the sweet, spicy, tart flavor doing well to succeed candy in her culinary affections.
Sizzla
Suddenly, Finn felt like maybe there was yet another party going on at this house. People just kept showing up, as if they belonged there. But he could see no decorations in the backyard, or large billboards announcing any kind of gathering. There was no festive music playing and there was no man with lime-green hair waiting to greet them. And though he thought it a bit odd that there were so many people just showing up, he brushed off the thought, now even more curious to get inside the place. Maybe they were meant to be there after all.
"A pleasure to meet you Shinzu," he said. "I'm not barging in their either," he nodded in agreement. "I've always been a polite kinda guy...I'm not one to just make myself at home. Though I do agree with you--this place gives off most interesting vibes."
It was then that he caught yet another bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. "And yet another one joins the ranks," he said, mostly talking to Shinzu. He waved at the fox-woman who was now approaching them, giving her a welcoming smile.
"Welcome! Looks like we've got ourselves a party over here, don't we?" He adjusted his glasses on his nose, eyes twinkling with an oncoming enthusiasm. Maybe they could all explore the place together--if the owner of the house ever answered the door...
Inle-roo
Inle-roo was not the worst driver at the best of times--close, but not quite--but it was only partly her fault; the rest of the blame could easily be placed on the ancient, crappy minibus she drove. It was on its last legs, so to speak, and tended to be very temperamental. It wasn't rare for the box-on-wheels to suddenly die in traffic (if it decided to start at all), and it was because of this that Inle was walking down a rather deserted-looking road in search of a gas station, kicking rocks and listening to the I-told-you-so's of the grunny that lived on her head.
She had been wishing her fuzzy parasite away so fervently that she almost didn't notice the looming, dilapidated house she had come upon. She paused; it looked deserted, abandoned, and in dire need of a wrecking ball (or at least a fresh coat of paint). Certainly not the place one might expect to find help, though she thought absently that it'd be the perfect setting for a horror movie. Maybe something with zombies...heh. Zombies. Inle allowed a grin to slip through the irritation and started moving past it only to receive a sharp mental nudge and a tap to the head by a green hindpaw.
"What, you want to go there? I doubt that place has any residents, let alone residents with a phone line."
The grunny gave a mental shrug and urged her forwards once more. With a sigh and an eyeroll, Inle changed her course, heading towards the house. She knew the fuzzy green beastie wouldn't leave her alone otherwise.
Of course, she had to endure another smug round of See-I-was-right's once she saw the small group of people congregated before the house. She approached them warily, torn between irritation and amusement--had Halloween come early? Surely all of these people couldn't be waiting for someone to answer the door! "Uh, let me guess...all of you had car trouble?"
She had been wishing her fuzzy parasite away so fervently that she almost didn't notice the looming, dilapidated house she had come upon. She paused; it looked deserted, abandoned, and in dire need of a wrecking ball (or at least a fresh coat of paint). Certainly not the place one might expect to find help, though she thought absently that it'd be the perfect setting for a horror movie. Maybe something with zombies...heh. Zombies. Inle allowed a grin to slip through the irritation and started moving past it only to receive a sharp mental nudge and a tap to the head by a green hindpaw.
"What, you want to go there? I doubt that place has any residents, let alone residents with a phone line."
The grunny gave a mental shrug and urged her forwards once more. With a sigh and an eyeroll, Inle changed her course, heading towards the house. She knew the fuzzy green beastie wouldn't leave her alone otherwise.
Of course, she had to endure another smug round of See-I-was-right's once she saw the small group of people congregated before the house. She approached them warily, torn between irritation and amusement--had Halloween come early? Surely all of these people couldn't be waiting for someone to answer the door! "Uh, let me guess...all of you had car trouble?"
Coronaviridae
Nexeu was too lost in contemplating the house to immediately realize he'd been greeted--and received an answer to his question--but he snapped back into reality rapidly enough as another person joined their group of three. "Nexeu Preston," he introduced himself, laying a hand against his chest.
Then he jumped off of the stairs, turning around to look back up at the house from this new vantage--and offering Quinny a wave and a cheery smile for his enthusiasm. "Don't mind us; we have no idea what's going on," he volunteered. Then, to Finn and Shinzu: "Talking to inanimate objects is completely normal; it's when they answer you should be worried."
He paused, thoughtfully, his smile fading to a shadow of its former self. "Although in this case, there might be reason to be worried. Does it seem hungry to you, too? We had--err." Again a pause, and he ground the heel of one hand against his eye, mentally straightening out his tenses. "We might need to go in, rude or not, absent of a host."
A flick of his free hand embellished this statement. "Or we might not get a choice to mind our manners."
And then another person (people) showed up, and the mage shook himself out of his melodrama and gave Inle a lopsided smile. "If you count 'don't drive, don't have a car' as troubles, maybe. I'm banking on the house wanting to eat us, personally, and we don't know any better. It'll be interesting either way--want to come along? Or have you already?"
...he wasn't on drugs, honestly. Just a little out of touch with reality. A smidge.
Then he jumped off of the stairs, turning around to look back up at the house from this new vantage--and offering Quinny a wave and a cheery smile for his enthusiasm. "Don't mind us; we have no idea what's going on," he volunteered. Then, to Finn and Shinzu: "Talking to inanimate objects is completely normal; it's when they answer you should be worried."
He paused, thoughtfully, his smile fading to a shadow of its former self. "Although in this case, there might be reason to be worried. Does it seem hungry to you, too? We had--err." Again a pause, and he ground the heel of one hand against his eye, mentally straightening out his tenses. "We might need to go in, rude or not, absent of a host."
A flick of his free hand embellished this statement. "Or we might not get a choice to mind our manners."
And then another person (people) showed up, and the mage shook himself out of his melodrama and gave Inle a lopsided smile. "If you count 'don't drive, don't have a car' as troubles, maybe. I'm banking on the house wanting to eat us, personally, and we don't know any better. It'll be interesting either way--want to come along? Or have you already?"
...he wasn't on drugs, honestly. Just a little out of touch with reality. A smidge.
Inle-roo
"Not driving OR having a car is actually a lot of not troub--er, untrouble...lack of trouble? Whatever--point is, you're better off." Not a meeting of Bad Drivers Anonymous, then? Hmm...travelling salespeople, then? A very small circus troupe? Members of the newest, strangest religion ever? This was Gaia; Inle had long since learned that anything was possible. Hell, maybe they were a bunch of religious clowns peddling cream pies, seltzer bottles, and encyclopedias.
"Eat us?" Inle echoed, giving the house another once-over; yep, it still looked close to falling apart around their ears. "Looks like the termites have gotten to it first. Better it than us though, right? And I guess I might as well join you guys. Better to be lost together, and all that happy crap." She frowned, belatedly realizing that if these people WERE religious circus refugees, she'd be stuck inside the house WITH them.
"Eat us?" Inle echoed, giving the house another once-over; yep, it still looked close to falling apart around their ears. "Looks like the termites have gotten to it first. Better it than us though, right? And I guess I might as well join you guys. Better to be lost together, and all that happy crap." She frowned, belatedly realizing that if these people WERE religious circus refugees, she'd be stuck inside the house WITH them.
Quinny-chan
Grinning at the newcommer, Quinn took stock of the green rodent on her? head and decided that it's fangs were too far sunk into the Zombie's skull to do her any harm and she reached her free hand up to give the furball a scritch behind the ears.
"I'm Quinn," she chirped at the others, ears practically quivering in delight.
"I'm Quinn," she chirped at the others, ears practically quivering in delight.
Inle-roo
Inle was trying to decide whether to leave these could-be-might-be madmen to their in-front-of-the-house party or stick with them and see what would become of this whole sorry affair when she felt something between oddly pleased and touched by a live wire. Understandably, she jumped, swatting at the air around her head.
"I'm disturbed," she replied to the bouncy fox-girl. "Do you often go around petting people's heads?" The grunny, meanwhile, wiggled its ears in greeting.
"I'm disturbed," she replied to the bouncy fox-girl. "Do you often go around petting people's heads?" The grunny, meanwhile, wiggled its ears in greeting.
Quinny-chan
Taking a final bite of her apple before tossing the core to the wayside, Quinn munched and crunched and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Disturbed. And the fluffy ones, for sure!" She waggled her fingers in a return greeting to the grunny and raised her voice to be heard by the others. "Has anyone tried the doorknob?"
Sizzla
Noting the arrival of yet another newcomer, Finn chuckled and waved to the woman with the grunny on her head. Maybe there was a party after all, he thought, looking around the haphazard group of people that looked like they might never be friends or be in the same place normally. What had brought them together today of all days?
He'd heard the ominous words of some of them, wondering if the house was truly filled with troubles...Would it be a bad idea to even go in?
"I haven't turned the doorknob yet," he said with a semi-eyeroll. "I didn't just want to walk into someone's house. Do you know who lives here?" he asked Quinny, quirking an eyebrow. "Or do you just like breaking and entering?"
He gave her a grin and motioned her toward the door. "Maybe you should try turning the knob," he suggested teasingly.
He'd heard the ominous words of some of them, wondering if the house was truly filled with troubles...Would it be a bad idea to even go in?
"I haven't turned the doorknob yet," he said with a semi-eyeroll. "I didn't just want to walk into someone's house. Do you know who lives here?" he asked Quinny, quirking an eyebrow. "Or do you just like breaking and entering?"
He gave her a grin and motioned her toward the door. "Maybe you should try turning the knob," he suggested teasingly.
Coronaviridae
Nexeu watched this interplay and at length laughed at it, quietly. "And while we're being jittery and hoping not to get caught, why don't we get some eggs and toilet paper, too." He edged his way through the group of other adults, reached for the doorknob, and twisted.
Hey, somebody had to do it.
Hey, somebody had to do it.
Sizzla
Before Quinny could do anything about opening the door, Finn watched Nexeu step forward quickly and open the door.
He was braver than Finn, that was certain. "Eggs and toilet paper aren't a bad idea...It might spruce the place up a little." He chuckled and turned his attention to the door that was now swinging open in front of him. "Do we enter?" He looked over to Nexeu for approval, or at least waiting for him to make the first move. Finn wasn't really all about home invasions...
Now though, Finn could feel a strange pull on him, wanting him to go into the house. It was odd, and unexpected. Perhaps his counterparts were right...maybe the house was more ominous than he originally thought. But instead of thinking of his gut feeling, he poked his head through the doorway, looking up and down the front entry way.
He was braver than Finn, that was certain. "Eggs and toilet paper aren't a bad idea...It might spruce the place up a little." He chuckled and turned his attention to the door that was now swinging open in front of him. "Do we enter?" He looked over to Nexeu for approval, or at least waiting for him to make the first move. Finn wasn't really all about home invasions...
Now though, Finn could feel a strange pull on him, wanting him to go into the house. It was odd, and unexpected. Perhaps his counterparts were right...maybe the house was more ominous than he originally thought. But instead of thinking of his gut feeling, he poked his head through the doorway, looking up and down the front entry way.
Inle-roo
Inle opened her mouth to correct this head-groper before thinking better of it, settling for a sigh and an irritated frown. "You mean you guys have been here...well, for as long as you have, and you haven't tried the door? What, were you hoping it'd open all by itself? I doubt anyone's around to care that a bunch of random strangers wandered inside."
She shook her head, edging closer to the door. "It'd take a lot more than eggs and toilet paper to "spruce the place up," she muttered. "Maybe some gasoline and a cigarette." Even standing on tiptoe Inle wasn't quite tall enough to peer over Indecisive Man's shoulder; the grunny got an okay look, though. Dusty, it told her, but not overly. Maybe someone lived here after all?
She shook her head, edging closer to the door. "It'd take a lot more than eggs and toilet paper to "spruce the place up," she muttered. "Maybe some gasoline and a cigarette." Even standing on tiptoe Inle wasn't quite tall enough to peer over Indecisive Man's shoulder; the grunny got an okay look, though. Dusty, it told her, but not overly. Maybe someone lived here after all?
Coronaviridae
"Manners," Nexeu said to Inle. "On the principle of 'how would you feel if someone just walked into your dusty, abandoned, sorely in need of a torching house?'" He offered the grunny a wink and pushed the door open further, before taking a step inside and drawing in a deep breath of the air--to taste it.
Whatever he could sense, it didn't keep him from continuing on into the house after a moment, chuckling softly to himself. "It doesn't look due to fall down any time soon, so come on! What are you waiting for?"
Whatever he could sense, it didn't keep him from continuing on into the house after a moment, chuckling softly to himself. "It doesn't look due to fall down any time soon, so come on! What are you waiting for?"
Sizzla
Finn was feeling the others behind him become more impatient--since no one had answered the door, he talked himself into thinking that the house had been abandoned--at least since the last party.
"I don't think fire is a good idea," Finn said to the grunny woman. He hadn't caught her name, but from her looks, he wondered if the grunny was controlling her mind. He'd never met a zombie before...and a zombie with a grunny attached to her head was even more far-fetched.
Stepping into the entryway, he walked further in following the man in front of him. He'd finally gotten up the balls to go into the house, but he felt good about someone going in first. It sounded like people would start making fun of him for not being more adventurous, so he got himself in the door, and looked back to see who else would follow.
The entryway had a high ceiling, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it hadn't been touched in years. Finn immediately grabbed the camera hanging around his neck, and began to look for an interesting subject...
"I don't think fire is a good idea," Finn said to the grunny woman. He hadn't caught her name, but from her looks, he wondered if the grunny was controlling her mind. He'd never met a zombie before...and a zombie with a grunny attached to her head was even more far-fetched.
Stepping into the entryway, he walked further in following the man in front of him. He'd finally gotten up the balls to go into the house, but he felt good about someone going in first. It sounded like people would start making fun of him for not being more adventurous, so he got himself in the door, and looked back to see who else would follow.
The entryway had a high ceiling, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it hadn't been touched in years. Finn immediately grabbed the camera hanging around his neck, and began to look for an interesting subject...
Inle-roo
"I wouldn't, on the principle of if I'd abandoned it, it was probably for something not quite in need of a torching." The grunny seemed to smile with its eyes up at the one it and its host had determined was Slightly-Crazy-but-Seemingly-Harmless Guy. My, but this bunch was interesting!
Inle followed behind the pair, boots thumping in an entirely unstealthy way on the wooden floor. She dodged around them, curious to see if the house was in as bad shape on the inside as it seemed to be on the outside. It didn't seem to be--so far, that was--other than a thick coat of dust, the place seemed to be almost liveable. "You don't think so? Are you sure about that?" she asked in an absently sardonic tone, too busy with inspecting these new surroundings to give much of a thought to congeniality.
Inle followed behind the pair, boots thumping in an entirely unstealthy way on the wooden floor. She dodged around them, curious to see if the house was in as bad shape on the inside as it seemed to be on the outside. It didn't seem to be--so far, that was--other than a thick coat of dust, the place seemed to be almost liveable. "You don't think so? Are you sure about that?" she asked in an absently sardonic tone, too busy with inspecting these new surroundings to give much of a thought to congeniality.
Dark Fire Angel
After regarding the growing amount of people that seemed to to have been lured to the spot, and the fact he was swiftly being outnumbered in his decision to stay outside the house and wait for a host, Shinzu allowed himself a mental shrug.
The eggs and toilet paper were pushing it though, at least with the dragon and thus he uttered a small scoff at the words, "Tell truth, I rather much eat those eggs than toss them at a house, alas, to each their own," this said, he quickly came to a determination; if they went it, so would him. After all, someone needed to be the morals and brains of the party, since by looking around, he wasn't exactly too sure if most of them had any; they were a clearly interesting lot, however, and the smile he tried to keep restraining simply would not vnish and kept showing, even if lightly.
Specially the grunny woman; the fact the small green furry clinged to her head made the dragon feel the stupid need to pet it. He kept his hands to himself, however, he allowed himself a chuckle at the fire comment, finally stepping inside, closing his book and placing it neatly at the crook of his arm, "Now, even if it's old, fire would so it no good; ever tried to think about it in the sense that perhaps all it needs is a good cleaning?" it was clearly by his words alone that he was used to old buildings. Or perhaps he himself was old, even if quite difficult to tell, for his body showed no signs of age. Quite the contrary he looked around mid thirties and seemed to be quite healthy.
Unlike the house.
"However, on the other hand, perhaps fire would've allowed the poor thing out of it's misery," he'd stopped a few steps within the house, standing near the others, his purple eyes roaming the walls, his long blue tail lashing behind him anxiously, amusingly enough, sweeping the dust that lay at his feet in it's restless moving here and there.
The eggs and toilet paper were pushing it though, at least with the dragon and thus he uttered a small scoff at the words, "Tell truth, I rather much eat those eggs than toss them at a house, alas, to each their own," this said, he quickly came to a determination; if they went it, so would him. After all, someone needed to be the morals and brains of the party, since by looking around, he wasn't exactly too sure if most of them had any; they were a clearly interesting lot, however, and the smile he tried to keep restraining simply would not vnish and kept showing, even if lightly.
Specially the grunny woman; the fact the small green furry clinged to her head made the dragon feel the stupid need to pet it. He kept his hands to himself, however, he allowed himself a chuckle at the fire comment, finally stepping inside, closing his book and placing it neatly at the crook of his arm, "Now, even if it's old, fire would so it no good; ever tried to think about it in the sense that perhaps all it needs is a good cleaning?" it was clearly by his words alone that he was used to old buildings. Or perhaps he himself was old, even if quite difficult to tell, for his body showed no signs of age. Quite the contrary he looked around mid thirties and seemed to be quite healthy.
Unlike the house.
"However, on the other hand, perhaps fire would've allowed the poor thing out of it's misery," he'd stopped a few steps within the house, standing near the others, his purple eyes roaming the walls, his long blue tail lashing behind him anxiously, amusingly enough, sweeping the dust that lay at his feet in it's restless moving here and there.
Quinny-chan
Quinn followed everyone else into the dusty foyer of the delapidated mansion. With a shriek of delight, she tossed herself to the hardwood floor, flipping to her back, arms and legs akimbo. Flapping them up and down in the thick dust of the floor, she giggled and exclaimed, "Dust angels!"
quietsnooze
The House does the equivelent of a snort - that is, it seems to have woken up from a deep sleep. Victims. Lots of tasty victims..
A man in a bright yellow raincoat bursts into the House with bewilderment all over his face. "Wha- whoa, are this place ever crowded!" he shouts, shaking himself off of rain [though what rain is a different story, as the sky doesn't host any rainclouds this afternoon..] "Y'all taking shelter from the storm, too?" he inquires, shaking and running his fingers through his hair after shutting the door.
He stops dead in his tracks as the staircase folds in on itself in a deafening crack, collapsing into something of a slide. Similarly, the right and left hallways shut off, barricaded by previously unseen planks of wood. The sound of crunching and creaking fills the air now, the floor quickly becoming instable.. as if the House isn't even bothering to hide the fact that it's changing right before their eyes.
Getting sloppy, lazy? No.. getting more arrogant.
Getting stronger.
A man in a bright yellow raincoat bursts into the House with bewilderment all over his face. "Wha- whoa, are this place ever crowded!" he shouts, shaking himself off of rain [though what rain is a different story, as the sky doesn't host any rainclouds this afternoon..] "Y'all taking shelter from the storm, too?" he inquires, shaking and running his fingers through his hair after shutting the door.
He stops dead in his tracks as the staircase folds in on itself in a deafening crack, collapsing into something of a slide. Similarly, the right and left hallways shut off, barricaded by previously unseen planks of wood. The sound of crunching and creaking fills the air now, the floor quickly becoming instable.. as if the House isn't even bothering to hide the fact that it's changing right before their eyes.
Getting sloppy, lazy? No.. getting more arrogant.
Getting stronger.
Quinny-chan
Quinn smiled as the man in the yellow raincoat entered, always one to try and make people comfortable. "Yessir. Terrible storm. We're using dust to dry off with... they're not very good at it," she indicated her commrades. Picking herself up and shaking off as much dust as she could in a rather canine manner that ended in a flick of her fluffy tail, Quinn watched as the house began to change.
Eyes widening and face splitting in yet another grin, Quinn scampered over to the now slide and clapped. She grabbed a tapestry from a nearby wall, tossed it to the ground and jumped on. "Last one down's a rotten potato," she hollered, pushing herself over the brink.
Eyes widening and face splitting in yet another grin, Quinn scampered over to the now slide and clapped. She grabbed a tapestry from a nearby wall, tossed it to the ground and jumped on. "Last one down's a rotten potato," she hollered, pushing herself over the brink.
Dark Fire Angel
While watching the scene before his eyes, Shinzu found he failed to decide which of these ... people was the most insane of them all; the girl that was deftly making 'dust angels' was high on his mental list, however, the man that erupted into the house, looking quite soaked was quite high up too.
He was in fact, about to make a comment on such thoughts when the house suddenly began to shift about them, creaking and moving; instantly the dragon decided that perhaps coming into the house had not been a good idea after all. Finding himself at a lack of words, he could merely stare on as the staircase beyond transformed itself into a slide; his mouth hung open for mere seconds till Quinny rushed forward, forcing a gasp from his lips, for tell truth, going down that slide was high on his 'we-should-not-do-this' list.
Insane. She was utterly insane, "Oi!" it was the only word he could utter before the girl vanished; tell truth, the fact the hallways were henceforth barricaded and the fact the floor was moving under his feet was not making the dragon feel any safer. Thus he rushed to the start of the slide, figuring someone had to go after the girl; make sure she was alright! With that thought in mind, he pushed himself off the edge, following Quinny, while making mental note to never EVER enter a house uninvited again.
No one had told him this particular one was haunted when he'd walked by it!
What never occurred to him was that perhaps... it was not haunted, but rather, very much alive in it's own strange way.
He was in fact, about to make a comment on such thoughts when the house suddenly began to shift about them, creaking and moving; instantly the dragon decided that perhaps coming into the house had not been a good idea after all. Finding himself at a lack of words, he could merely stare on as the staircase beyond transformed itself into a slide; his mouth hung open for mere seconds till Quinny rushed forward, forcing a gasp from his lips, for tell truth, going down that slide was high on his 'we-should-not-do-this' list.
Insane. She was utterly insane, "Oi!" it was the only word he could utter before the girl vanished; tell truth, the fact the hallways were henceforth barricaded and the fact the floor was moving under his feet was not making the dragon feel any safer. Thus he rushed to the start of the slide, figuring someone had to go after the girl; make sure she was alright! With that thought in mind, he pushed himself off the edge, following Quinny, while making mental note to never EVER enter a house uninvited again.
No one had told him this particular one was haunted when he'd walked by it!
What never occurred to him was that perhaps... it was not haunted, but rather, very much alive in it's own strange way.
Sizzla
Finn giggled at Quinny, who was now laying flat on the floor. After all, he didn't see many adults willing to get themselves dusty all in the name of dirtangels every day.
His amusment didn't last long however, as the door burst open and a raincoated man walked into the front entryway, looking as if he'd just stepped out of a squall. But Finn could see behind the man--and it wasn't raining outside.
"Storm?" he asked the man in confusion, wondering if he'd walked under a sprinkler or something. "It's a lovely day outsid--"
He was interrupted as the house began to creak and crack, and as he avoided falling, Finn watched in horror as the doorways began to close off. I knew it wasn't a good idea to just walk in...
It wasn't until the hyper fox-woman threw down the tapestry that his spirits brightened slightly. He chuckled. "You're kidding, right? You want to slide down into this mess??"
Before he could get an answer, she'd pushed herself over the edge, seemingly not even thinking about the potential mess she could be getting herself into.
Finn looked over the brink. It was dark, and there was no sign of Quinny to be found. It was then that Shinzu got the bright idea to go in after her. "Hey man, be careful! I'm not sure it's such a good idea to go after her...You never know what you'll find down there," he warned, hoping the man would take it to heart. Before he knew it though, Shinzu had disappeared into the darkness as well.
Finn sighed unhappily. Great, now two people had disappeared. He'd have to get out of there before he was next. As he turned to move back to the front door and make an escape before things got worse, his foot caught on a plank and he tripped, falling, and unfortunately, rolling right down the 'slide'.
s**t. Just my luck! With that, the blackness surrounded him, and he began to slide.
His amusment didn't last long however, as the door burst open and a raincoated man walked into the front entryway, looking as if he'd just stepped out of a squall. But Finn could see behind the man--and it wasn't raining outside.
"Storm?" he asked the man in confusion, wondering if he'd walked under a sprinkler or something. "It's a lovely day outsid--"
He was interrupted as the house began to creak and crack, and as he avoided falling, Finn watched in horror as the doorways began to close off. I knew it wasn't a good idea to just walk in...
It wasn't until the hyper fox-woman threw down the tapestry that his spirits brightened slightly. He chuckled. "You're kidding, right? You want to slide down into this mess??"
Before he could get an answer, she'd pushed herself over the edge, seemingly not even thinking about the potential mess she could be getting herself into.
Finn looked over the brink. It was dark, and there was no sign of Quinny to be found. It was then that Shinzu got the bright idea to go in after her. "Hey man, be careful! I'm not sure it's such a good idea to go after her...You never know what you'll find down there," he warned, hoping the man would take it to heart. Before he knew it though, Shinzu had disappeared into the darkness as well.
Finn sighed unhappily. Great, now two people had disappeared. He'd have to get out of there before he was next. As he turned to move back to the front door and make an escape before things got worse, his foot caught on a plank and he tripped, falling, and unfortunately, rolling right down the 'slide'.
s**t. Just my luck! With that, the blackness surrounded him, and he began to slide.
Coronaviridae
Shinzu would rather eat the eggs than-- Nexeu snorted at this thought, giving a rapid shake of his head. "'A little disorder in the dress, kindles in clothes a wantoness--', though I suppose houses don't have clothes. I don't think this one would mind if we redecorated a little, but it was only a suggestion..." He trailed off as Quinny threw herself to the floor and began making dust angels. "...I like you. Are you married?" Here was a woman after his own heart!
He was distracted from following that question up with a proposal, though, by--something. Notably, he turned around several seconds before the man in the raincoat walked in, muttering quietly to himself about guests--and smiling a predatory smile at the latest arrival. Did he have any idea who or what this thing was? No. But that didn't keep him from being his usual, and erratic, self. "Storm. Want to come along with the rest of us and we can discuss when we--" He turned and gestured in the direction of the sudden hole in the floor. "--get to the bottom of this?"
Naturally, though, he didn't wait for a response from the man (thing) in yellow, instead turning around and leaping after Quinny, Shinzu, and Finn. "No fair! You got a head start!" Actually sliding would have been beneath his dignity--leastways, sliding on his a**. Kicking a nearby endtable over and using it to surf down the slope was another matter entirely. From the laughter that followed him down into the dark, he was having the time of his life.
He was distracted from following that question up with a proposal, though, by--something. Notably, he turned around several seconds before the man in the raincoat walked in, muttering quietly to himself about guests--and smiling a predatory smile at the latest arrival. Did he have any idea who or what this thing was? No. But that didn't keep him from being his usual, and erratic, self. "Storm. Want to come along with the rest of us and we can discuss when we--" He turned and gestured in the direction of the sudden hole in the floor. "--get to the bottom of this?"
Naturally, though, he didn't wait for a response from the man (thing) in yellow, instead turning around and leaping after Quinny, Shinzu, and Finn. "No fair! You got a head start!" Actually sliding would have been beneath his dignity--leastways, sliding on his a**. Kicking a nearby endtable over and using it to surf down the slope was another matter entirely. From the laughter that followed him down into the dark, he was having the time of his life.
Quinny-chan
Quinn was glad she had grabbed the tapestry. The shifting had done little for the wood of the stair and the tapestry protected her rump from the worst of the splintering. Giggling and shrieking at once, she held on to the tassles of the tapestry as though they were reigns as she rode into the darkness; crouching down to maintain her airodynamics and her lead.
Inle-roo
Dust angels? Men in raincoats? Suddenly-shifting houses?
Clearly she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She watched the whole of their merry and motley crew slide down the staircase (or was it the slidecase now?), resisting the grunny-induced urge to follow them. It liked them--though that wasn't saying much, it liked everyone--and was curious as to where they all went, and it quietly reminded Inle that it wasn't like they could get out of the house now, so they might as well follow. Right? Right.
"I knew we should have just waited to find a gas station," she muttered as she sat herself at the edge of the slide and pushed off.
Clearly she wasn't in Kansas anymore. She watched the whole of their merry and motley crew slide down the staircase (or was it the slidecase now?), resisting the grunny-induced urge to follow them. It liked them--though that wasn't saying much, it liked everyone--and was curious as to where they all went, and it quietly reminded Inle that it wasn't like they could get out of the house now, so they might as well follow. Right? Right.
"I knew we should have just waited to find a gas station," she muttered as she sat herself at the edge of the slide and pushed off.
Sizzla
Finn tumbled down, banging most of his body parts--elbows, knees, shoulders, hips--on the way. Splinters and shards of wood caught up in his clothing and threatened to stab him, and he felt a bit ill from all of the rolling downward. He recalled a memory from his childhood of rolling down a grassy knoll like this.
But in his memories, he was enjoying himself, standing up and laughing at the bottom of the hill, barely able to stand from being so dizzy.
This wasn't nearly what he remembered.
This was unpleasant.
He suddenly wished he would have ridden down on the tapestry with Quinny. Now, it seemed much safer...
But in his memories, he was enjoying himself, standing up and laughing at the bottom of the hill, barely able to stand from being so dizzy.
This wasn't nearly what he remembered.
This was unpleasant.
He suddenly wished he would have ridden down on the tapestry with Quinny. Now, it seemed much safer...
quietsnooze
The man in the yellow raincoat swallows hard, but follows suit, against his better judgement. He screams as the slide goes cold under him.
The House continues to change, this time swifter and cleaner. The slide changes within seconds into a polished sheet of ice, one that quickly thins out up ahead. All around the slide-turned-ice are jagged ice boulders dripping and oozing off a crimson goop that can easily be mistaken as blood. The roof opens up into a sky, blasted away in one final, if not dramatic, crunch, followed by the screech of an animal of flight.
".. We're all gonna DIIIE," wails the raincoat man, latching onto the person closest to him and flailing desperately.
The House continues to change, this time swifter and cleaner. The slide changes within seconds into a polished sheet of ice, one that quickly thins out up ahead. All around the slide-turned-ice are jagged ice boulders dripping and oozing off a crimson goop that can easily be mistaken as blood. The roof opens up into a sky, blasted away in one final, if not dramatic, crunch, followed by the screech of an animal of flight.
".. We're all gonna DIIIE," wails the raincoat man, latching onto the person closest to him and flailing desperately.
Sizzla
Finn heard a man scream, and almost immediately afterward, he felt the slide turn cold. No longer was he being pierced by random slivers of wood--that was good. But now, it seemed that the slide had become icy. He had come unprepared for cold weather, now shivering in his short-sleeved shirt. He gasped as the chill got him and he saw that up ahead, there were icy boulders covered in a strange red liquid. He tilted his body to avoid hitting any of them, and just as he was about to avoid yet another boulder, the top of the house seemed to rip away, revealing a sky.
"What the ******** is going on!?" He yelled, finally at his wit's end with the crazy things that were happening. He didn't like to curse normally, but sometimes these things found ways to slip out.
The raincoat man didn't seem to have any good suggestions either, too busy worrying about how they were going to die.
"What the ******** is going on!?" He yelled, finally at his wit's end with the crazy things that were happening. He didn't like to curse normally, but sometimes these things found ways to slip out.
The raincoat man didn't seem to have any good suggestions either, too busy worrying about how they were going to die.
Dark Fire Angel
While still slidding down, quite ungracefully at that, Shinzu was well aware that the slide in question had turned cold to the touch, the feeling penetrating even through his clothes, forcing him to shudder. A closer inspection at he slipped on seemed to indicate he was in fact, now sliding down an ice slide, the sides of the 'fun ride' swarming with jagged ice boulder covered in something aken blood. The dragon's sense of smell failed him; unable to determine the reddish liquid, he tsked and focused his gaze up ahead; this was anything but good.
The roof opening up along with the animalistic screech that resounded around him forced the dragon to hiss instinctively, his purple eyes, now narrowed seemingly searching the sky as his tail did it's best to keep him in the middle of the slide, away from the ragged edges. He'd done it this time. He'd gone and set himself up for trouble that he'd not been seeking.
What's more, Shinzu was silently sure that this was all a punishment dished out to them for not doing the correct thing; aka, wait for the owner of the house to let them into it, instead of charging in so mindlessly. By now he'd also come to terms with the fact the house was... probably not haunted, but something else altogether. What it was though, he could not quite phantom as of yet, nor did he wish to, for some odd reason, "And here I only wanted to take a look at it's structure," the words slipped out of his lips almost bitterly, whispered as he slipped along, the wail of the rain-coated man far behind reaching his ears, making him frown unconsciously.
The roof opening up along with the animalistic screech that resounded around him forced the dragon to hiss instinctively, his purple eyes, now narrowed seemingly searching the sky as his tail did it's best to keep him in the middle of the slide, away from the ragged edges. He'd done it this time. He'd gone and set himself up for trouble that he'd not been seeking.
What's more, Shinzu was silently sure that this was all a punishment dished out to them for not doing the correct thing; aka, wait for the owner of the house to let them into it, instead of charging in so mindlessly. By now he'd also come to terms with the fact the house was... probably not haunted, but something else altogether. What it was though, he could not quite phantom as of yet, nor did he wish to, for some odd reason, "And here I only wanted to take a look at it's structure," the words slipped out of his lips almost bitterly, whispered as he slipped along, the wail of the rain-coated man far behind reaching his ears, making him frown unconsciously.
Coronaviridae
Being near the back of the pack, Nexeu was the most convenient target for the flailing man in the raincoat to latch onto, thus making graceful sliding of any sort a practical impossibility. There was a yelp of surprised dismay (or dismayed surprise) as the mage was grabbed, and then both men went a**-over-teakettle in a tumble of limbs. The poor abused end-table that had served as an impromptu sled squirted off in another direction entirely, crashed into one gore-streaked boulder, and exploded in a hail of fragments.
It took Nexeu a moment to reorient himself (ice? they were sliding on ICE now? and they were OUTSIDE? "What are we, penguins?" he muttered); once he had, he struck out with an arm, fingers curled into talons meant to grab onto the surface of the ice...despite the physical impossibility of that...and at least slow their reckless tumble somewhat. Or perhaps--it wasn't so impossible, for despite the fact the mage's hands looked perfectly ordinary, they nevertheless dug rents in the ice that were more suited to a dragon's talons.
While this didn't stop their forward momentum, it at least slowed them down somewhat--enough that Nexeu could focus on kicking the man in the raincoat off of him. "We're not ALL going to die," he growled. "But I can guarantee someone is when we get to the bottom of this..."
It took Nexeu a moment to reorient himself (ice? they were sliding on ICE now? and they were OUTSIDE? "What are we, penguins?" he muttered); once he had, he struck out with an arm, fingers curled into talons meant to grab onto the surface of the ice...despite the physical impossibility of that...and at least slow their reckless tumble somewhat. Or perhaps--it wasn't so impossible, for despite the fact the mage's hands looked perfectly ordinary, they nevertheless dug rents in the ice that were more suited to a dragon's talons.
While this didn't stop their forward momentum, it at least slowed them down somewhat--enough that Nexeu could focus on kicking the man in the raincoat off of him. "We're not ALL going to die," he growled. "But I can guarantee someone is when we get to the bottom of this..."
Quinny-chan
Quinn squeeled as the slide turned to ice -- "All the better for sliding on," she thought to herself. The jagged ice boulders and the goopy red stuff were a little troublesome, but instead of worrying about them, she steered her tapestry towards a nearby boulder and stuck her hand out to sample some of the goop. Catching a bit on the end of her fingers, she touched it to her tongue, hoping to discern its nature.
Sizzla
The slide took a sharp left turn, and Finn quickly slid across the ice, his momentum sending him flying in the same direction he had been going. He was no louger after all! He shrieked for a half a second as his lanky body rammed into the opposing wall. Oh, he'd have more bruises tomorrow.
Surely the slide would end soon...surely.
But the real question was, where would they land?
It was anyone's guess.
Surely the slide would end soon...surely.
But the real question was, where would they land?
It was anyone's guess.
quietsnooze
Down, down, down.. past what could fit in a museum as an exhibit for the ice age. The temperature of the slide rises, making the ride even swifter as the ice beneath their backsides melts into a sleek sheen. A mist of darkness eats away at the bottom of the slide, sliding fingers of smoke curling daintily up the ridges of ice, not more than a hundred feet away from the victims.
The raincoat man releases his grip and instead tries desperately to claw at the sides of the slide, ignoring the red ooze - for the most point. He claws at the sides, whimpering to himself, and whining about all the things he never got to do in life. The undersides of his hands scrape until they're raw, and even then he doesn't give up trying to latch onto anything, failing miserably in his doing so; if anything, his increasingly panicked movements propel him down faster.
The raincoat man releases his grip and instead tries desperately to claw at the sides of the slide, ignoring the red ooze - for the most point. He claws at the sides, whimpering to himself, and whining about all the things he never got to do in life. The undersides of his hands scrape until they're raw, and even then he doesn't give up trying to latch onto anything, failing miserably in his doing so; if anything, his increasingly panicked movements propel him down faster.
Sizzla
Suddenly, there was no more slide up ahead--only darkness.
Oh crap.
Finn noticed the slide becoming more slippery, its temperature warming slightly. There was now water atop the layer of ice, and he was sure that there was a giant wet spot on his a** as he felt wetness creep slowly through the worn denim fabric of his jeans.
Finn heard Raincoat Man slide off to the side and grope desperately for something to grab onto, and he himself thought maybe, just maybe, he should try the same thing. But Raincoat Man looked as if he wasn't actually making any progress, so Finn just resigned himself to fate.
Though usually logical, when faced with extreme circumstances, Finn left things to fate. He preferred to think that there was a plan for him somewhere...And with that, he fell into inky blackness, hoping that he'd come out somewhere, alive and well.
Oh crap.
Finn noticed the slide becoming more slippery, its temperature warming slightly. There was now water atop the layer of ice, and he was sure that there was a giant wet spot on his a** as he felt wetness creep slowly through the worn denim fabric of his jeans.
Finn heard Raincoat Man slide off to the side and grope desperately for something to grab onto, and he himself thought maybe, just maybe, he should try the same thing. But Raincoat Man looked as if he wasn't actually making any progress, so Finn just resigned himself to fate.
Though usually logical, when faced with extreme circumstances, Finn left things to fate. He preferred to think that there was a plan for him somewhere...And with that, he fell into inky blackness, hoping that he'd come out somewhere, alive and well.
Coronaviridae
Hmm. Dark down there.
Once he'd gotten oriented, Nexeu pulled himself up as far as he could--taking a leaf from Quinny's book, maybe, and using his ever-present cloak as a sled to avoid the direct chill of ice on skin. "This is going to be interesting," he said to no one in particular, then scowled at both Finn and the man in the raincoat.
"Quit panicking! We're all dead anyway if we're going to die, might as well enjoy it!"
Once he'd gotten oriented, Nexeu pulled himself up as far as he could--taking a leaf from Quinny's book, maybe, and using his ever-present cloak as a sled to avoid the direct chill of ice on skin. "This is going to be interesting," he said to no one in particular, then scowled at both Finn and the man in the raincoat.
"Quit panicking! We're all dead anyway if we're going to die, might as well enjoy it!"
Quinny-chan
Pulling the tassles of the tapestry on a hard right, Quinn sent herself into a thrilling corkscrew. She yelled back at the others, words comming out with each turn, "I'm... still .... winning!" As she slipped throught the veil of darkness, she vaguely wondered where this arctic excusion was going to take them and what they would find when they got there.
Inle-roo
Ice, okay, sure, she could deal with that for awhile. Boulders and strange red dripping ooze, alright, that's cool. At least things were stable, right?
Well, they HAD been, right up until that abrupt change of scenery. She wondered if she should be worried, what with the strange darkness and spazzing Indecisive Guy--although his girly scream WAS kind of funny--and the slide leading to who-knows-where. As annoying as it was to be in this ridiculous situation in the first place, it was also sort of...fun. "I'm already dead, I don't have anything to worry about!" she called up to the unfortunate guy the stranger in the raincoat had latched onto.
Well, they HAD been, right up until that abrupt change of scenery. She wondered if she should be worried, what with the strange darkness and spazzing Indecisive Guy--although his girly scream WAS kind of funny--and the slide leading to who-knows-where. As annoying as it was to be in this ridiculous situation in the first place, it was also sort of...fun. "I'm already dead, I don't have anything to worry about!" she called up to the unfortunate guy the stranger in the raincoat had latched onto.
Dark Fire Angel
This was bad. This was very bad. This was VERY VERY bad. There was no way for him to stop by now, as he'd come to terms with the fact the slide was all too slippery and there was no where to hang on to; not only that, but he'd also come to terms with the fact... this was not going to end well. Why had he even followed that girl here? Didn't he have better things to do today? What had pushed him to visit the house anyhow?
Idly, Shinzu marked off his 'appeal' to houses off his mind; he was never ever visiting an old house again. That is, if he ever managed to survive this whole ride, came a tiny voice at the back of his mind. Letting out a sigh, the dragon brushed the voice off, attempting to remain optimistic, however... as the darkness curled up ahead and he plunged into it after Quinny, his mind was anything but.
Idly, Shinzu marked off his 'appeal' to houses off his mind; he was never ever visiting an old house again. That is, if he ever managed to survive this whole ride, came a tiny voice at the back of his mind. Letting out a sigh, the dragon brushed the voice off, attempting to remain optimistic, however... as the darkness curled up ahead and he plunged into it after Quinny, his mind was anything but.
Quinny-chan
Placing a foot to either side of her tapestry-come-sled, Quinn managed to slow herself down a bit and to stop her twirling. She could tell that she was the only one having any sort of fun at all... well, unless the others' idea of fun was incessant blood-curdling screams and a book's worth of swears. It wasn't like this was so bad; free carnivale ride, goopy red stuff that tasted like the outside of candy apples... this was the best haunted house she'd ever been to. And it was FREE!
quietsnooze
The fingers of darkness squeeze the victims, capturing them in a dusty soot-like substance that burns and itches horribly on contact with skin. On dark hair, it leaves a green-ish residue, while on fairer shades of hair the hue it turns said hair is more of an aquamarine. The slide itself breaks off in haphazardous shards of ice, shattering even more under the weight of every victim passing over it.
The raincoat man inhales heavily and ducks his head, but the fingers of darkness tickle his brow and chin, urging him to let them in. It does the same with the other victims, sliding against all exposed elements of their bodies, all the while ripping at the flesh in an unbearable manner. It acts much like the touch of a woman, one so malicious and sensual to enjoy such a putrid act.
A freefall is never a good sign, especially when what's below isn't visible to the naked eye. And even though the fingers of darkness brush up and down the victims's forms and slow them, the effect is minimal. Eventually, there will be a bottom.. some sort of impact..
The raincoat man inhales heavily and ducks his head, but the fingers of darkness tickle his brow and chin, urging him to let them in. It does the same with the other victims, sliding against all exposed elements of their bodies, all the while ripping at the flesh in an unbearable manner. It acts much like the touch of a woman, one so malicious and sensual to enjoy such a putrid act.
A freefall is never a good sign, especially when what's below isn't visible to the naked eye. And even though the fingers of darkness brush up and down the victims's forms and slow them, the effect is minimal. Eventually, there will be a bottom.. some sort of impact..
Sizzla
He was falling--falling into nothing but inky blackness that began to suffocate him as it squeezed his lean frame. His skin began to itch and burn as if he had some odd skin condition--or some kind of VD that crept throughout his entire body. It felt oddly natural-not like a chemical burn at all, and he rubbed his arm with his hand, trying to get the sooty mess off of him. It had tinged his skin and hair a lovely blue-green color, but he had barely time to notice it before the darkness began to lift its tendrils toward his face.
It wanted to go inside him.
Closing his mouth and nose as best he could, he hoped the dust wouldn't get into his lungs. It would probably be horribly painful, he thought, exhaling and then reclogging his nose again by squinching it in like he'd learned to do during swimming lessons as a child.
He was hoping to land soon so he could run away from the inky tendrils, but he was feeling a bit unsure about what exactly he'd land on. This funhouse ceased to be fun...
It wanted to go inside him.
Closing his mouth and nose as best he could, he hoped the dust wouldn't get into his lungs. It would probably be horribly painful, he thought, exhaling and then reclogging his nose again by squinching it in like he'd learned to do during swimming lessons as a child.
He was hoping to land soon so he could run away from the inky tendrils, but he was feeling a bit unsure about what exactly he'd land on. This funhouse ceased to be fun...
Coronaviridae
Into the dark--
The faceless were, by any ordinary definition, creatures of the dark. The human mind imagined best when it couldn't put pictures to things, and in the world Nexeu came from, imagination was enough to breed things out of the darkness. So most would think he should have been at home even in this pawing, invasive dark--but he and his brother weren't strictly faceless; they had been made to live like humans, unsubstantiated and surviving on their own belief, not that of others. They were meant to walk in the twilight if nothing else, not this.
There was a flash of light and wings (pure white, shaped like a dragon's) that was more imagined than strictly seen, as the mage curled in on himself and drew his cloak around him to block out the pawing dark. It was accompanied by a noise of strangled dismay, stifled before it got much past a brief snort of breath and a squeak.
The color took very well to his white hair, staining it a shade of almost eye-searing cyan.
The faceless were, by any ordinary definition, creatures of the dark. The human mind imagined best when it couldn't put pictures to things, and in the world Nexeu came from, imagination was enough to breed things out of the darkness. So most would think he should have been at home even in this pawing, invasive dark--but he and his brother weren't strictly faceless; they had been made to live like humans, unsubstantiated and surviving on their own belief, not that of others. They were meant to walk in the twilight if nothing else, not this.
There was a flash of light and wings (pure white, shaped like a dragon's) that was more imagined than strictly seen, as the mage curled in on himself and drew his cloak around him to block out the pawing dark. It was accompanied by a noise of strangled dismay, stifled before it got much past a brief snort of breath and a squeak.
The color took very well to his white hair, staining it a shade of almost eye-searing cyan.
Quinny-chan
At least she had the where-with-all to keep a hold of the tapestry. It had kept most of the ice shards from her fleshy bits and was currently serving as an impromptu parachute. She tried to tell herself that she was A-OK, hunky dorey, just what she always wanted -- but she felt like she had fleas and she was pretty sure that no matter how fluffy her tail was, it wouldn't make a soft place to land.
At least she could laugh at the others as they fell; its always best to have someone to join you in your misery.
At least she could laugh at the others as they fell; its always best to have someone to join you in your misery.
Dark Fire Angel
The darkness licked up against Shinzu's side, causing the dragon to seethe slightly, the hair around the back of his neck standing on edge as it further consumed him. It was soon after that it fully engulfed him, no light passing through the miasma of darkness that surrounded his body. Despite everything, and despite the feel of the long finger like shadows he no longer saw but still felt, he knew well enough that he was falling...
Falling down and down, it seemed, into and endless pit. nothing but the screams of the others, behind and up ahead to warrant he was still accompanied (if minimally). What good were others when there was nothing they could do to help? Nothing they could do to break his fall?
The feeling of the darkness around him was alluring, much like the touch of a woman; fleeting, teasing, there and yet not quite. Though such a touch was something the dragon was not used to, within his mind's eye, he knew what it must feel like and thus the comparison. The feel of it was intoxicating and yet a nagging voice clawed it's way to the front of his thoughts; He was falling, and all what fell had to at some point hit ground.
Well, s**t. Today was obviously not his day, was it? Gritting his teeth together, the dragon merely seemed to accept such a fate and awaited for it, if grimly. How he wihed he had wings right now.
