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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:10 am
((HP: 21))
Sepheran shuffled through the fog keeping his ear peeled as he heard familiar voices talk. He didn't know if this was real or his imagination, but anything was better then staying in one spot. His trek in the fog had made him look worse for wear though with a bloodied shoulder and hand...though the hand was really just blood of the being that attacked him earlier. it had gotten dirty from when he picked up the pendant and Sepheran had forgotten to clean up, not that he had anything to really do so with.
Liannan curled gently around Sepheran not much use then to snap him out of his delusions should they get the better of him again. Gently she flicked her tongue in a licking manner on the two puncture wounds on Sepheran's shoulder she had given him earlier.
Sepheran lifted his clean hand to gently pat her as he found himself soon being described that he had arrived at the lighthouse. Hearing everyone's voices made him glad, though it seemed he had somehow gotten lost in the fog making him appear a bit away from the group. Approaching the Lighthouse Sepheran tried to find everyone again.
"They don't care about you Basilisk...it would be better they all died. They left you to die...they left you all alone~" a voice cooed in the back of his mind.
Sepheran hissed, he couldn't deny that they had left him, but he wasn't alone, and they wouldn't be better dead. He knew that...still it was a bit disheartening to find that everyone moved on like he wasn't needed...
As he approached he didn't really know what to say. What should he say? "What's this about a note?" Sepheran ended up asking not coming up with anything better.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:22 am
For once, Riley had kind of hoped she had been hallucinating. Her tentacle looked beyond repair, and that wasn't something she wanted to deal with right now. Unfortunately, Astra confirmed that her cut was real, and horrific if she judged by the ghoul's reaction. Riley quickly brushed the tender tentacle off her shoulder so Astra wouldn't have to look at it anymore. If she had been able to see underneath her curtain of tentacles, she would have noticed the streaks of red that were now dried markings on her jacket. She would be very upset about that later. Blood never comes out of white easy.
It looks like we require your services after all, dear. Riley emitted to Malodore, followed by an apologetic glance. I think I may have acquired some problematic injuries during my tussle with the boils earlier. She didn't have to look at the tentacles that had been subject to Aksaja's fists - as she flexed them, she could feel that they were swollen. It was the one that Sharra had fought with, however, that seemed to have taken the most damage.
Still, she was being rather calm about it.
Don't fret too much, Astra. Riley assured her. It wasn't an important one. It hurts, but I've been through much worse.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:36 am
That voice!
Flailing internally - since it was impossible to flail externally given her current condition - she turned her head towards the source of the voice, holding her breath, not daring to hope; what if it was just another hallucination? When the gunshots in the fog had fell to silence, she found herself preparing herself for the worse. To her immerse relief, it was indeed Sepheran, with Liannan still over his shoulder, well and in one piece.
That means that all the visions involving him and Liannan dead were nothing but more lies.
"... Sepheran..." She lifted a free hand and gave him a lame wave before flopping it over Mac's shoulder again, the hand with the note staying up in case Mac was still reading it. She had long ran out of tears (probably to Mac's relief?) but she sounded like she was going to cry as she continued to speak, her voice slightly strained as she lowered her gaze, "Sorry... Didn't mean to... To..."
She couldn't bring herself to admit that they had indeed, left him behind in a way. Instead, she paused momentarily, her voice muffled as she leaned towards Mac so that she was peeking over his shoulder, "Petro and I found Astra and Mac, but couldn't find... Couldn't find you! We wanted to wait and we stopped, but the fog... Then the lighthouse..."
'Pathetic excuses, you know that... You left him behind for dead...'
"... Not true...." She muttered softly to herself, trying to convince herself that it was another lie... But was it?
Trying to distract herself from her own thoughts, she waved the note that she had earlier received from Riley at Sepheran, "This note, found here... Its obviously written by a Halloween denizen, probably one that left the ships abandoned at the dock due to... Fog and creeping insanity. Its a worrying note..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:42 am
Astra was now staring at the mindflayer for a entirely different reason; she had a huge open cut on her tentacle, one that revealed the inner muscle, and if she looked closely enough she could see dried blood marks on rileys clothes.
And she said it didn't hurt that much
What was this ghoul made of?!?!
As amazed as she was at the others ability to disregard pain, it didn't stop her from feeling her own pain...well, not so much pain, but a sense of loss. And she was still thankful that she was being carried, as she doubted she would have the strength to walk much further on her own. Even so...She did feel a little undignified at being carried around like a child.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the approach of another student, one she wasn't familiar with, who asked about some sort of note. She had seen the others holding a note, but had neglected to pay much attention to it before, having been preoccupied by thoughts of being burned alive. However, it seemed that lizzy had known more about the note and had explained it to...Sepheran? Apparently thats what she had called him. what a interesting name...
Watching lizzy talk to him, it seemed that she wasn't the only one who had been left behind at some point. Instantly she felt bad for him, knowing what it was like to think everyone had left you all alone in a place like this.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:03 am
Sheridan blinked, head turning to look over his shoulder at the demon he had been carrying on his back. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, brilliant observation captain obvious.
"No, I am not Mac."
Was that a hint of grumpiness in his tone? Well between exhaustion and the injury to his tail, could one really blame him? Either way...
Sheridan all but dropped Charlie, returning the demon rather unceremoniously to his own feet. If he was awake (wait, he had just be sleeping this whole time? He wasn't actually -injured-?!), then he could walk on his own two feet.
"You're awake, you can walk."
The tip of his tail twitched, arms crossed. Residents of halloween town had been there before them according to the note, though that was hardly surprising at this point as he had already guessed as such. Still, in the confirmation of that fact the question again return to his mind, what the hell had the instructors been thinking?!
"This had better not all be some kind of twisted character building thing."
If it was he was going to...well he was going to be very angry.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:08 am
As Sepheran's arrival provided an excellent distraction for Astra, Riley took a step towards them. We've established that the note is from a resident of Halloweentown, based on the date. Malodore also noted that the note is far too old to have come from one of us students - which means there may have been previous visitors.
Her eyes wandered to the figure who watched them from the railing, standing still and silent as the grave. He hadn't so much as twitched at her challenge, nor did he seem interested in moving anytime soon. He was just .. spectating. For now.
As if he was waiting for something.
Or someone.
Turning to give Sheridan a glance as he piped up, she let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle. Actually, Sheridan, I'm relatively certain that's exactly what this is. Among other things.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:27 am
Stage 1 Upon inspecting the outside of the lighthouse, it becomes apparent that the only way into the tower, is through the small keepers house at the bottom. If only it's door was open. Or at least weak enough to give into persistent battering. As the door stands firm, it appears you'll have to take matters into your own hands. Your ChoicesEnter from above A ladder leans against the side of the house, too small to reach the rails and windows of the lighthouse but perfect for reaching the open attic window above you. The attic itself is a kingdom of dust, boxes, and rotten wood. There's no visible door to the lower level, so it looks like you have some cleaning to do. Enter from below On the ground beside the house, you notice a set of heavy storm doors with a (happily) broken lock. Was your luck finally in? As you step down the basement stairs, the first thing that hits you is the smell of rotten food, the second thing? Quiet, persistent white noise. Something that looks similar to an old skelevisionbut not quiet. There's something cold and just plain unmagical about the device. Not to mention the reception was obviously crap. The small room is less of a regular storage area and more of a shelter of sorts. It has a small bed (stripped to its springs,) piles of canned goods (all expired,) and jugs of water (long since leaked out.) Unfortunately this isn't really your lucky day, because while there's a ladder leading up to the upper floor of the house? The wheel to open the door is rusted and stiff. Gonna take some work to get that thing open. Enter from window. You don't want to bother with above or below, you've decide to make your own door! Right through the kitchen window, and nevermind the glass. The interior of the house has seen better days. What's not covered in mold and mildew is faded beyond all hope. A few broken pieces of furniture are here and there, mostly in the corners. The kitchen seems to be lacking something, though, and looking at the front of the house, you discover the reason for the firmly closed door: someone had hauled the refrigerator in front of it. Checking inside of it, you find no useful health items and a single sheet of paper.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 5:32 am
Arachne had watched Elizabeth with concern; she'd been so strong at the beginning of this little..adventure, and now she looked terrible. She was just about to say something comforting to her when an another voice was heard from behind, and she turned, seeing Sepheran, whole and unharmed.
'You're okay!' she exclaimed, closing the short distance between them and hugging him tightly.
'I'm so sorry, I wanted to wait for you out there but everyone started moving towards the Lighthouse and I was getting panicky on my own.'
She squeezed the boil gently, not caring about the fact that she was being affectionate in company, she was just glad to see him.
It's a slippery slope, you know you'll watch him die
Her mother's voice was still about, whispering but less so now, and she found it easier to ignore, though it still caused a slight shiver down her spine.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:02 am
As the group grew larger, Petro found himself moving farther and farther away from the others. Especially with Astra's arrival. Part of him was relieved she was alright but another part of him was gnawing at him for not being able to find her at all. He'd searched for her, he had! But clearly he wasn't any good at it. This guilt was doubled (tripled actually) when Arachne and Sepheran joined them.
So many students he'd failed to find in the fog and keep close to the group. It was too much for the boil. It was then the horse boil began to make a series of mistakes. The first was that he ignored Malodore's offer for medical assistance. His injury was bothering him (rather fitting that it was friendly fire given his hallucinations), but it was one of those injuries that his herd would insist he'd be able to walk off. And he might possibly have been able to, except for the fact it was his leg.
The second mistake was after listening to what the note contained, he went ahead to the lighthouse without consulting with anyone. "Gonna scout ahead," was all he said to anyone who would listen. Arriving, he studied the structure and eventually realized the only way in was through the keeper's house. He was not surprised to find entrance was barred. Rolling his shoulders, he broke into a run and threw his entire weight against the door. He felt no give the first time.
Or the second. Or the third, fourth, and fifth. Petro was clearly too single-minded to realize there were other avenues to gain access. After the seventh attempt, his shoulders were aching, his face was red, and he was breathing hard. "What in Jack's name 's that door made of?! Petrified wood?" He grunted, trying to gather his energy again for an eighth attempt.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:40 am
"Probably."
The dragon snorted, another twitch of his tail. The fact that another had thought the same thing only made it that much more likely the Ammityville staff had been behind this whole thing from the start. It was a conclusion that did nothing to improve his already darkening mood.
His eyes narrowed, looking up at the cloaked figure. Hmph, for all they knew that could have been one of their professors in disguise, or worse, Desu-chan. No, not desu-chan, not with the distinct lack of glitter and pink sparkles.
It was a loud crash that dragged him out of his silent grumbling, head turning to settle his gaze on Petro. He shook his head, stopping just short of an epic eye-roll.
"If the door hasn't opened by now, it's not going to, you're just going to break your shoulder."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 7:48 am
"Petro, stop, please." She finally called out from her place on Mac's back, frowning as she brought her palm to cover her eyes; watching the boil ramming himself again that door that was clearly not going to give in was both tiring and painful. In fact, she could almost feel whatever energy she had regained slip away just by witnessing that act.
"We have to find another way in," It was obvious by now, but... She had figured out Petro's approach to things (also the reason why she had to resort to violence to get him to snap out of his hallucination) and it was clearly not going to work on the door. Letting her arm go limp again, she scanned the exterior of the tower until her eyes landed on a window that looked more fragile than the door.
"Like that window, for example, or even that window up there if you use that ladder..." Pointing first at the window relatively close to the ground, then at the window that was high above it, and finally, at the ladder leaning against the side of the house that was barely visible from where she was, she contemplated the two choices. However, she couldn't help staring at the window nearer to the ground with a thoughtful expression; she felt an urge to crash through that lower window, glass or not. How odd...
"Uh, maybe look around and see if there's another way in?" She suggested, sounding distracted as she continued to stare at the lower window.
... Crashing through that window would be painful.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:08 am
Petro turned towards Sheridan, about to counter with something that was most likely along the lines of "Felt something almost give the last time,". (Said something was most likely the bones in his shoulder but what else would a boil who's first solution was to hit things to think?) He was about to ask the other boil to help him when Lizzy called out to him. While it was a request, the monster boil considered the pink-haired demoness the leader of the first herd and thus immediately obeyed.
Lizzy began mentioning the windows. Windows! Hey, yeah! That made much more sense! This was clearly why Petro was so much more comfortable following others (herding instincts aside) because he wouldn't have been able to come up with this on his own. Well, maybe he would, but it would have taken far too long. The spider demoness should have probably pointed to the window by the ladder first, because Petro made a beeline for the first window, one that was apparently a kitchen window. He tried the sill, and when that too didn't budge, he scowled at it as if it had deeply offended him. He backed away, slowly, carefully, muttering something beneath his breath.
Then he charged right at the window. The sound of shattering glass can be heard.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:26 am
Wait, was he doing to drag that dragon into ramming the door with him? She wanted to say something else to stop him, but thankfully, Petro listened to her advice, prompting a sigh of relief... That soon turned to a look of horror.
"P-Petro! Ugh, w-wait!" Eyes widening as the boil did what she had been planning to do - well, that plan just got tossed out the window, no puns intended - Lizzy realized that she actually felt... Energetic to a certain degree. She also felt warm and comfortable since Mac was warm and... Uh, comfortable? Either way, now that she didn't feel like she would crumple to the ground from sheer exhaustion, she felt ready to walk again.
"Puppy, I'm going after Petro," She whispered, mostly because she was pretty sure Mac wasn't going to appreciate her nickname for him even though she had a perfectly legitimate reason for calling him that. Pointing at the now broken window before staring up at him, Lizzy then continued in a firm voice, "And you're coming with me. Charlie too..." She remembered what she had said previously, regarding not letting go of him, and was intending to keep that promise. In a way, by clinging to his back, she had been keeping that promise, right?
She would have added Jericho to that list too, but he seemed like he would be happier with Riley... Their little exchange had not been lost to her. Uh, and Malodore too, of course. Besides, Riley was the one who asked her to look after Jericho in the first place; she was fine now, right?
"Please?" She pouted, preparing for the boil to just drop her now that she was "able-bodied" again; she was not going to hurt herself falling!
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:44 am
<<I'll try.>> Jericho said back to Riley, giving her a bit of a flat look when being compared to a pussycat. Shaking his head, he just turned away and looked as a few more students joined their ranks. He couldn't help but cringe as Petro started to ram the door to no effect. It didn't even look like it was budging! The dragon was about to try and help out, but Lizzy urged them to not do that.
Then the horse guy just decided to charge on through the window. That sounded like something he, himself, would do.
Before looking around at the other possible entrances, he glanced to the side to see a part of the exchange regarding Riley's tentacle. That... looked like it hurt quite a bit. Frowning, he looked over at Mal, wondering if the doctor would be able to treat something like that without its supplies out here with it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 9:29 am
Mac was not surprised that Riley ignored the fact that his hands were currently full.
"Wow, good job." He muttered under his breath, before realizing that Lizzy had taken the note and conveniently put it within his line of vision, even if he did have to tilt his head back a bit to read the fuzzy scrawl. "That is worrying..." He agreed with her, nodding slightly.
Malodore's offer of medical assistance made him pause; he had that slight wound on his neck from where the cloaked Reaper tried to decapitate him, but everything was ignored when he spotted Arachne beside him, and then Sepheran when the boil made his way back to the group.
"Hey, man! Good to see you, Lizzy was worried sick." The boil didn't look pleased, and Mac understood why; being alone for so long in the fog? It was terrible. He nodded in agreement to Arachne. "Yeah, we stayed as long as we could, glad you're back though." It was good to see the group, even if he didn't really know them.
"Aw, let him. The fog isn't that thick here anyway." He told Lizzy as she worried over the loincloth boil, though he did visibly flinch when he heard the sound of glass shattering. Well...they couldn't get in through the door, ladders could so easily be sabotaged...it made sense that they'd go in through the window. Even though actually tackling it was a questionable way to do it, it was done. Unorthodox, but effective.
"...Alright. I swear to jack though, you pass out again and I'll just drag you everywhere." He informed her, doing as she imagined he would and just...letting her go. He didn't kneel to help her down or anything. He just...dropped her. She gave her ultimatum about Charlie and frankly, he agreed. "I'll get him." Trudging back to Sheridan and the rest of the group, he grabbed Charlie's arm.
"C'mon, Lizzy wants to follow the pony through the window, and apparently she wants you there." He said good naturedly; he too, wanted Charlie with them! Charlie was an elusive beast, it was best to catch him when you could.
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