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 Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:31 pm
Sessrumnir grinned wider when he was given both the man's name and profession. "Homicide, huh? How's that going for you? I heard there's a lot of mysterious deaths that happen around the city. Don't you think it's got something to do with people like me running around?"
Hey, he wasn't saying he was going around killing people, but there was obviously a group who were posing as them and killing whoever they want. It angered him to know that he was being brought into a world where he already had a disadvantage because of who he was, but then to get s**t blamed on him and those like him? Yeah, it kind of sucked.
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'space whales' shaking his head lightly. "No, I don't actually. This place is pretty amazing, being in space and all," he said, pursing his lips together and glancing around as if he was actually interested in all this s**t.
"So, Bertie," Sessrumnir started, glancing over at the other man with a wink to hopefully let him know that he was just joking about the place being 'amazing'. It kind of sucked, really. "Since you're leading the way, do you have any idea of where we're going? I'm pretty sure we've been this way before," he pointed out as he followed after the man, glancing around at the mirrors as he did so. "Yeah, that definitely looks familiar," he said, nodding to his own reflection.
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derivative rolled 1 100-sided dice:
57
Total: 57 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:34 pm
Bertie. He couldn't help but wince, thinking that was one of the least favorable nicknames he'd had over the years, but he'd deal with it. He could recall back in the days of being a patrol cop, when it had been the funniest joke around the station to call him Bertie Bott, and he'd handled that then. So, rather than raise a fuss about it, he simply kept walking.
Keeping his tone mild, he replied, "If you're going to confess to some murders, could you wait until we get back home? I have a feeling anything I learn in deep space is going to be inadmissible in court."
Still, he wasn't serious, and that was obvious when he slanted the other man a grin. While he didn't doubt these pages and senshi and who-knew-what-the-hell-else were capable of killing if they wanted to, it seemed like the odds of them being the good guys were a little greater than not. Not that good guys -- and good people -- weren't capable of murder, but in his experience, people who committed crimes tended to not go around bragging about it in the hopes of being caught. Sure, maybe it would be nice to get some recognition for their, uh, handywork, but why in the world would someone blow their cover?
His only deduction at this point was that Sessrumnir was just being flippant. Well, everybody handled stress in different ways.
Gilbert, for example, was just kind of rolling with things. Yeah, he'd seen that mirror before... probably.
"I'd hope that looks familiar," he said, gaze following Sessrumnir's and nodding toward their mutual reflections. "Your mug, after all."
Har har, Gilbert.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:42 pm
The page raised his eyebrows at the senshi. "I've taken sports medicine for at least three years," he mumbled, not knowing how Ganymede couldn't realize that he was limping on his own. "You tripped? Jeez, Ganymede..." Valhalla shook his head in disbelief, not knowing how he could just... trip over things. Maybe he wasn't rolling his feet properly and just... shuffling along.
Personally, he wasn't having that much trouble with getting around the rubble. It was just annoying that there was so much of it and that it was everywhere. He shrugged when Ganymede agreed to take the offered piggyback ride, and leaned down enough for him to get onto his back. He was used to doing it for his cousins all the time, so this was no big deal.
"Why are you so light? Do you not eat??" he nagged, reaching an arm behind him to keep the senshi from sliding off. It was a little difficult to look at a compass while trying to hold someone on his back, but he figured it wasn't too difficult to manage.
"Uh, yeah... we can go this way," he said, nodding to the direction he was heading down. Although after turning down a few halls he realized that they'd somehow gotten mixed up and turned around. "s**t, I think we were supposed to go down the other hall," he mumbled again, turning to head back down the hall they'd just come down from... "We could just jump over the walls, but then you might get hurt more..." And that would be defeating the point of carrying him.
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Sunshine Alouette rolled 1 100-sided dice:
100
Total: 100 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:53 pm
"I eat plenty," Ganymede said in response, circling his arms around Valhalla as he continued to ride around on his back. "You're stronger like this anyway, and I happen to be naturally light. It comes with being short and skinny. Just feel fortunate that I'm not, like, huge or anything. That would be a little more awkward, don't you think? Either way, I happen to think I'm pretty healthy considering my size."
So he went on the occasional drinking binge when he was feeling especially depressed. So what? Val didn't have to know that! Besides, he'd stopped that now. He had more important things to do, more important things to focus on -- like his dancing. He had to stay healthy if he wanted to keep up and perform in tip-top shape!
He continued to look around as they walked, though he ended up being a little distracted after a while. Hanging out on Val's back was kind of nice. It was all broad and muscular. And he had great shoulders. Ganymede let himself rest his hands against them and gave them a squeeze every once in a while. He missed being able to snuggle with Chris, so he used the chance and made up for it now, clinging to him and snuggling into his back and generally acting like a great big leech since Val had absolutely no idea it was his lying ex-girlfriendboyfriend hanging on his back.
He might have done a little damage to his knee, but this more than made up for it, and once they got out he'd just have Val take him straight to Virgo Outpost and he'd heal in no time!
It was perfect, really. And he got the best excuse to cuddle.
Ganymede glanced up when the page seemed disappointed by the direction they were going in, tearing his eyes away from his perfect shoulders to look around again and try to figure a way out.
And then he saw a door.
"No, wait!" he exclaimed, moving one of his hands off of him to point at it. "There's a door right there! Yes!" he cheered with a laugh, reaching around to pat at Val chest in excitement and leaning over his shoulder to give him a kiss on the part of his cheek he could reach, which was mostly just under his ear. "You're some sort of good luck charm or something, Wonder Boy," he said.
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
89
Total: 89 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:08 pm
Hadn't she already been here? DAMMIT!! And there wasn't even any treasure in the very rubble ridden room.
Roxy kept moving.
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LP rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:26 pm
Bela paused and looked at mirrors. Oh gosh, there were so mannnyyy!!! She grinned this Maze was going to be so awesome!
She headed into the maze running through the mirrors until she was quite lost, unsure of where she had been or where she needed go to. Looking around she was quite unsure of where she was headed. "Oh fiddlesnackers; I think I'm lost."
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:37 pm
Valhalla kept a close eye on the compass as he made his way through the halls of the maze, a bit slower now that he had a senshi clinging to his back. A little too tightly at times, even, but he thought it would be rude if he said anything to him. Ganymede was his friend, after all. And he'd been forward before, so it's not like his clinginess was anything new. It was just... a little distracting.
Either way, the sooner they got out of there the sooner they could head over to Virgo Outpost and Ganymede could get his leg healed. Valhalla mumbled under his breath about how people just needed to watch where they were going, even though he'd stepped on some broken bits of a mirror earlier. At least he hadn't been the one to break it, and at least he hadn't tripped and hurt himself.
The needle of the compass remained steady and he slowly navigated around the maze of mirrors with little other incident. A couple of times there were dead ends, but all they had to do was follow the walls around and they would eventually find the exit, right...?
He didn't even notice the door until Ganymede pointed it out to him, he was too busy looking at the compass and watching his feet as he walked. Valhalla blinked in surprise, almost shocked to see that they would get out so easily. Well, it just went to show that if you kept a level head and worked through things slowly, they could overcome any obstacle. At least ideally.
"Not really," he countered, nearly dropping the senshi when he was kissed, although he did his best not to flinch away. It wasn't like he was disgusted by him it was just... uh... they were only friends, and he wasn't used to people being so forward. Okay, well, Skye had been a bit forward when they were dating, but they were both young and stupid at the time. "It's just a compass," he mumbled, pushing the door open and leaning down to let Ganymede walk on his own again.
The door clicked once they were out, but Valhalla didn't even bother trying to push it open to get back inside. That was over and done with. They would have to do something about the mirrors, though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:04 am
It began as a small itch. The inevitable itch that builds in your nose, right before a sneeze. You know it's coming. There's no way to stop it as it gets bigger and bigger, building in pressure until the itch turns into a fact: something chaotic is coming.From within the maze, one of the mirrors changed. Then another. And another. The silvery reflection shimmers like liquid metal as the lower part bulges, the dark shapeless form within becoming sharper, more distinct the larger the bulge gets until a form springs forth from the mirror. The light skitter of canine toes on the tile was perhaps the first time any animal could be found within the mirror maze in the Leo Outpost, either for once in a thousand years or once for the first time. But these paws didn't belong to any sort of cuddly animal. The youma lifted its misshaped head and sniffed the air. It may have looked like a dog once, and could easily be described as dog-like. But no known dog on earth has a head attached upside-down with a long, gaping jaw filled with misaligned teeth. It was difficult to see its eyes on the underside of its head, and yet if one did -- would it be too late? Its body was lanky with a canine shape minus the fur. Most of its shape was made up of bulging muscles, constantly shifting under its thin skin. Its legs boasted dull claws made for running, not for swiping; this is a creature for hunting. A low, moaning howl rumbled from its throat, soon joined by countless others. The hunt has begun.The OOC:Youma are now loose in the maze! EVERYONE must roll 1d20! 1-4: You see the dog-like youma run towards you! You barely have enough time to raise your arms to defend yourself before you feel the jaws bite down. That HURTS! Your character suffers massive damage and also has a dog attached to them. You might want to fight it off and try to run for it... 5-8: You manage to swiftly maneuver and escape the hounds. Or the hounds haven't caught your scent yet; either way, you're in the clear... for now. 9-12: You encounter a youma-hound. It charges towards you, but lucky you manage to dodge in time. You hear the shattering of a mirror behind you as it runs into it. Perhaps now is a good time to get out of here. 13-16: You run. You flat out book it and manage to confuse any youma chasing you. You're safe. 17-20: Somehow in the midst of these youma-creatures, you manage to take minor damage. Either you were lucky to dodge a dog's lunge only to be struck by shattering glass, you were kicked by a dog, or their bite managed to graze you. Whatever happened, you should probably run. FROM NOW ON you may only roll ONCE per hour to try and escape the maze. Every time you roll, please also roll a 20-sided dice to determine whether or not you encountered a youma. In about 12 hours or so (give or take) another GM prompt will go up. In that time, the chances of being injured AND the seriousness of the injury may rise. But hey, if you make it out of this alive you'll have some pretty kickin' sweet scars to show off later, huh? I'M A CIV, HALP:RUN! Though if you're feeling stupid brave, there is a lot of debris around... I'M A GHOST, HALP:Quote: What is their purpose? That is not clear. They are only around some of the time, but if there is a youma battle, they can help fight. The particles emit a pulse of strong light energy. They won't be single-handedly taking down any youma, but they can definitely hurt one. They have no effect on civilians, Negas, or any other human. Ghosts can use their pulse-power to protect ONE civilian. To use your power, pick/quote a civ that has not rolled. The ghost is now protecting them. Should the civ end up with an injury, the ghost's protection negates it. If a civ has already rolled, they are ineligible for protection. Sorry! But it's too late. :< I LEFT THE MAZE can I come back in?OF COURSE! : D You'll need to make it through all four sections of the maze, though... From now on with every maze navigation roll (1d4, 1d10, etc) you will need to roll a 1d20 to determine whether or not a youma is hunting you down.
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:16 am
((rolling for youma first, then I will roll for maze section. ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:17 am
((maze section roll - Or not... Excuse my fail))
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a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:18 am
What had possessed Mary to walk back in the boring a** maze escaped the girl. But she found herself inside it, and suddenly realized that it wasn't the same maze she'd gone in the first time.
There were things in this one. One such thing crashed into a mirror behind her with a shower of glass. Mary jumped out of her skin and booked it down the hallway of mirrors, skidding into the second section and loosing the monster.
Now this was more like it.
But why oh why did she have to come back inside....
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Guine rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:18 am
Sessrumnir snorted lightly at the suggestion, not buying it for a second. Him? Kill anyone? Yeah, he could, but he wasn't going to. That was just too messy. "That's why I'm telling you now," he shrugged, before glancing at the mirror again. "Ah, you're right..." It was him... Duh.
But the longer he looked, the more he realized that there was something wrong.
"Hmm... heads up," he said with a glance Gilbert's way, before looking up above the walls for where the dark energy was coming from. Was it those DMC people that the others were talking about? He certainly hoped not. He wasn't prepared for another building collapsing, either. These mirrors could end up breaking and end up doing serious damage.
And then a howl...
"Son of a b***h... I think we've got dogs..." he mumbled, holding out his hand to summon his crappy excuse for a weapon from subspace. It wasn't much but he hoped it would do something. "Better start running, Bertie," he said over his shoulder as a dog-youma started their way. Sessrumnir jumped out of the way and towards Gilbert to keep the youma off him, but too late to go unscathed. The dog leapt and bit onto one of the sleeves of his tunic, ripping it clean off his shoulder and leaving a shallow cut on his arm.
Ah well, the sleeve was in the way, anyway.
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derivative rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:45 am
Damage roll for Gilbert! Maze roll to follow.
He has suffered massive damage! Damn it, Sessrumnir, keep your clothes on! You're distracting the man.
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derivative rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:47 am
God wasn't smiling on Gilbert.
Okay, well, he actually wasn't sure he believed in God -- sorry, faceless deity in the sky -- and maybe that was why he kept finding himself getting in such trouble. Seemed like wherever he went, something terrible came lurking after him, to the point where it was getting ridiculous. He barely had time to be bemused by Sessrumnir's warning before the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his stomach pitched. Yeah, that sounded like dogs. That --
s**t, that looked like a dog. A dog from hell, maybe.
He stumbled back, heel catching on some debris, as he watched the strange demon-animal lunge at his traveling companion. What had begun as a casual, careless trip through the maze was fast unraveling before him; he tried to catch his balance, but the moments that it took to do so proved to be much more precious than he could spare. He brought his arms up, gritting his teeth against what he knew would be inevitable pain, and tried to brace himself for the hit.
He couldn't. There was no ******** bracing yourself for that.
Jaws clamped down on his leg, strong and hard and fast, and he screamed, not having the time for shame or manly discretion. Blood blossomed on his pantleg, the fabric tearing as the animal gnashed its teeth and ripped its head back and forth, pulling him off balance and dragging him across the floor. His head struck something, stars exploding in the backs of his eyes, and he felt a wave of nausea roll over him. No, s**t, couldn't puke, didn't --
Flinging his good leg out, ignoring the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, he viciously stomped on the dog's head, a mantra of get the ******** off running through his head over and over again. Somehow, miraculously -- somehow -- it worked. Whether the animal scented something else or it was too dazed to hold on, it released his mangled, bloody leg and backed away, toenails skittering across the marble with horrible, sharp shrieks.
Near blinded by pain, he lifted his head and forced himself to his knees, leaving smears and streaks of blood on the ground behind him. In the distance, he could see -- was that the exit --
"Sess!" He couldn't say his full name, couldn't rightly remember -- ******** his full name anyway -- He just pointed helplessly forward, hoping he would see the exit. "Sess!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:52 am
Fritz did not know what he was doing standing in front of the passageway - except that it gave him something to do, other than sit staring at his twiddling thumbs while his mind attempted to comprehend the situation around him.
He was tired of thinking. Thinking was overrated, wasn't it?
...and thinking that thinking was overrated was clearly a sign that he needed to get up and do something.
Which was how he found himself, ten minutes later, eying a dark hallway that loomed imposingly in front of him.
Maybe I should just go back to bed.
Except that would have been no fun, so with a renewed sense of adventure, Fritz began to march forward into the maze.
And promptly smacked straight into someone, since clearly he hadn't been paying all that much attention. Bouncing backwards abruptly, he started to say "I'm so s-" when he realized who the figure was.
"Hey! You're that woman from the Rainbow Road! It's Marienrode, right?"
Not a particularly eloquent greeting, but it would suffice for now. Fritz beamed down at Marienrode and then gestured to the passage. "You going in? Maybe we should go together - I mean, two is better than one, right?"
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