|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 12:40 am
There was a split second of silence before Taym's temper ******** you, you ********' stiff-backed frigid traitorous ********' c**t," he yelled violently at her retreating back. "Eat a legion of disease-riddled dicks," he added for good measure before slumping to the floor and burying his face in his hands, allowing himself a moment of desperation just in case it would come in handy later.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 5:36 am
Bix was just getting his legs back when Taym's exchange with Charlotte ended. Even with pins and needles still buzzing all across his skin, he made himself stand and be aware. The Sun was now in possession of one beat up and powerless phone. What had Jerry gotten into? What was EVERYONE getting into? The poor archer had been blissfully exempt from all this traitor nonsense up until now. "Well.." Bix grasped the bars and pressed his forehead against them, looking at Taym. "If we die, we at least didn't make any traitorous deals. Ya?" His smile was the sort of wry one that he always put on in dire situations. "Think I can rip anything out of this broken phone to help us?" Could one of them MacGuyver the phone into a lock pick?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:26 am
Information division. "Turn it on. Does it have batteries? ********," he added, when he saw for himself that it didn't. "********. Thought there might be something useful on there. I swear to god," he added, with vehemence, "if I have to replace one more goddamned cellphone because of these people. Do you know how often I have to sneak around backing s**t up on private DIANA subdirectories? It's a good thing I don't get more n***s than I already do." Yes. Focus on the trivial. That makes the impending death seem so much more... unreal.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:47 am
Bix turned the cellphone over in his hand. It seemed to just be a beat up, battery-less phone. He wondered if they put something inside of it a chip of some sort, a booby trap maybe. He proceeded to delicately pry the case apart. It was only plastic and if the phone itself was harmless, could be put back together in working condition again. "Whaaaat.. no one sends me n***s!" Bix had a childish whining tone which belied their situation. "Not even my girlfriend." Though he could hardly complain about the lack of nudie pics when he got to actually see her and touch her every night. "Anyone good?" Wiggle brows. Hopefully this phone didn't blow up in his face.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:08 am
The phone was just a phone and had a set if very dead batteries on the inside just to reconfirm its sad and sorry state.
Clank.
The sentry, the jailkeeper had arrived. Behind them in the main arena, the screen was lowered. Two numbers. 13 and 14.
"And guess who that might be," the jailer snorted sarcastically, charging the electric stick - the very Runic looking item. "So you guys are the white coats, hope you put on a good show. They're expecting it, it's like having a small treat after dessert." He smiled and showed all his individual teeth replacements. Also, his analogies were terrible.
The timer went down. Zap. Taym went flying into the arena, dead center, exposed, no longer hiding in a cage. Zap. Bix joined him.
The crowd went silent, the light was too bright, buzzing angrily-
- And then everything went silent as the ground beneath them began to grow darker and darker. People were chanting now and the timer was ticking. Five seconds. Six. Shouts. "The Pit! The Pit!"
A large cluster of shadows broke into thousands of serrated teeth and went right for Bix. It wasn't even ten seconds yet. 15 seconds in Roll to see how much damage you take as the teeth expand further and further from the center! Fear shields are effective but weapons Cannot be summoned. Roll 1d20!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Rejam rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
|
Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:11 am
"It's a ********' digestif or a pousse-cafe," he yelled, not that it'd do him any good now that the Terrible Analogy Guy was gone.
It was neither the shadow nor the timer that set his stomach rolling, but the horrific chanting.
Where had all these people come from? How did you keep a thing like this a secret?
No time to think about it: when the teeth broke loose from the seething mass, he unhesitatingly threw himself in with Bix, and instinctively tried to summon a weapon that wasn't there.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
iloveyouDIE rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:14 am
Of course in a room FULL of cages, people who'd been there god-knows-how long, theirs would get picked. It was definitely by design, probably that woman, certainly not the guy who dropped them. If they met again.....Bix didn't have time to fantasize about payback as he and Taym were tossed into 'arena'. Who the hell were these people?? Mina's silence was more deafening than their chants. The vast emptiness in his head where her voice would be. He got closer to Taym, not wanting to have one or the other of them abandoned to the beast. Of course it meant they both equally shared the damage. "Think think.." He muttered.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 7:14 pm
The mouth, singular, was expanding, a long row of gnashing teeth reaching out towards them. It tore easily at Fear shields - and there was a terrible shrieking noise and long hollow ringing noise as -
- Snap
- They were swallowed.
They were literally, entirely swallowed, falling through the rows of teeth, down the long, fleshy gullet, down, down deeper until they hit a pool of acid. Thankfully with still enough Fear Shield in tact, the acid wouldn't burn, not quite yet. Around them floated bits and pieces of flesh, an arm, a leg, a bloated head. The acid splashed, the gullet shook, and more pieces surfaced, arms, heads, legs, torsos, some already digested and decomposing.
Another body popped up but this time it had a white coat. Around that coat was a single Hunter pendant, glowing blue. It had been activated, but it seemed the Hunter was a little too late to use it themselves.
There was only one pendant.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 8:04 pm
First order of business: vomit, or at least violently dry heave and never be more thankful that he hadn't eaten anything that day.
He looked at the Hunter, and steeling himself with another vicious retch (Taym's first real experience with bodies, Bix, treasure this), he started looking through its pockets until his prodding turned the corpse (just a corpse, not a Hunter any more, just a piece of meat, Thompson) in such a way that the blue glow lit the darkness and Taym had never seen a thing more beautiful and more welcoming in his life until he realized there was only one.
He paused, and he didn't look at Bix, but for a long few seconds that seemed like forever he didn't do anything, and then, deliberately and shaking from head to foot, a violent cold-dog shivering, he put his hands at his sides and did nothing at all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 5:40 am
Bix gagged. It wasn't his first experience with corpses or ones in this bad of shape, but he was hardly used to or okay with it. The blue glow was drawing and while Taym clenched stubbornly, Bix found it was his time to take action. A red pendant and a blue pendant. Some will live and escape. Some will die. With enough you can get out of this gym. He'd been here before. He'd seen his friends fall in order to give him the pendant and live. More than two years ago now, but the memories at this moment seemed fresh. He'd killed her with his bare hands. His friend had given himself, died throwing shoes. It would have been funny if it wasn't true (and it was still sort of funny).The archer stepped (swam? treaded.. acid?) far enough to grab the scrap of decaying coat. He pulled the floating corpse nearer, yanking the pendant by the chain until the head literally tore away with a disgusting meaty dissolving noise. He retched again. There was no shame in it. The Sun thrust the pendant into Taym's chest, coughing as the bloated corpse drifted and sunk out of view again. "It's your mission.." He coughed again and spit a little into the liquid. "I'm a Sun and I've already had a good run. We don't have a good life expectancy anyway. Maybe the acid will dissolve the bracelet?" He glanced at the red glowing bauble on his wrist still pulsing in the dim innards of the beast. "Didn't you know Boba Fett escaped the sarlacc pit? Supposed to get digested for a thousand years but iron will and mandalorian armor saved him." And someone else's help... but Taym probably didn't know what he was talking about anyway. He only wished that he could talk to Mina again before it was over. Ceres would be so pissed. "Get going. It's fine." Smile. "Besides I already got the pendant once. Go ahead."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 6:51 am
Another long few seconds during which Taym visibly struggled. This was not the easy, heroic decision it obviously was for Bix: he was still shaking, hard and constantly, and he closed his eyes and turned away like it was the sight of the pendant making him sick instead of the gore and the stench. He hated Bix for making the choice seem easy. He hated Bix for being automatically selfless and for being able to smile even if it was maybe faked. So maybe it wasn't the easy, heroic decision, but it was still one that he could make: "We seem," he said shakily, the pendant dangling from the end of his outstretched fingers towards Bix, "to be at an impasse."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 4:19 pm
Bix wouldn't force Taym. It was his right to refuse, but he also wasn't going to leave him. That just wasn't his way. "Well," He hung his head a moment, "the last time I died I was in the arms of a beautiful woman." Bix smirked and opened his arms. "C'mere handsome." The pendant dangled still from his fingers, glowing and lighting up the pale man's expectant smarmy look even in the most dire of circumstances. At least Caelius wouldn't get the satisfaction of doing either of them in himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
