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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:40 pm
Herryk nodded, quickly moving to his feet before he helped Freya to hers. He wasn't completely sure what was going on and while it didn't seem like the best of ideas given the current state that Freya was in, he wasn't going to tell her she wasn't strong enough to come along.
"Careful now," he mumbled, basically lifting her to her feet.
"Herryk is ready if everyone else is.." he didn't sound so sure.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:41 pm
Calder was more than ready. He could be devoired or turn into wolf chow or a minpet for all he cared! It was worth at least trying to save Barth than waiting here. It was there ONLY lead and the longer they waited here in this room, the longer Barth was in THEIR hands.
When Chrsitof signaled, Calder has no time to make it neat and tidy. He just translated as is. "Freya is too wounded. She should wait here with the loudmouth reaper. It's too dangerous especially for - uh...uh... weakened first year." He had trouble translating weakened because he didn't remember what the sign was for and Christof had been fast, but he managed.
Calder moved up to Christof and before the door, already ready to leave. He agreed, but he hoped Christof would not try and keep him back. He'd have to stomp a hoof if that happened.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:44 pm
A large wet tongue slipped out of the mouth as it wet it's lips, "I'll take you..." It ran that tongue along those sharp, sharp teeth.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:46 pm
..... They were going to be eaten by a gigantic mouth like the one at the beginning of Rocky Horror Picture Show.
And he was going to stand here and let them be.
Roch ran a hand over his face, having no jackin' CLUE what to do in this situation. The horse guy and Christof were second years. They were supposed to be more experienced in s**t like this, right?
Dude, they were all gonna DIE.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:47 pm
Too dangerous.
Weakened.
First year.
Freya's eyes narrowed thinly, and she dropped the pill in Herryk's hand and shrugged him off of her. Calder had said all of the wrong things, at the wrong time. Of course, it was actually Christof who'd said them, but..
"I am not weak." She spat out. "And if yehr so worried about me, lets me make it easier on yeh. I am goods for one thing, at least."
And with that, she stormed into the mouth first, walking right on that tongue and inside of it.
If it was a trap, all they'd lose was that wounded, weakened useless first year.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:51 pm
Christof sighed, brows not knit in concern. He glanced to Roch, raising a hand to gesture as though asking if he was coming along as well.
Well... well here went nothing. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and all that- a credo of Mad Science. His stomach was in knots but he had to at least try, even if it was a trap. He reached out for Calder's shoulder, gingerly patting it before stepping onto the tongue as well... and hopefully closer to finding his poor captured Master.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:52 pm
Herryk clutched the pill in one big fist, barely registering what was going on before he caught sight of Freya marching into the mouth. He gave Christof a 'oh now you've done it' glare before flailing after Freya.
"Freya, gghrhh. Herryk thinks you should wait --"
Aaaaand there she went.
With an exasperated sigh, Herryk clutched the pill in his fist and followed.
Gross.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:53 pm
Calder watched as Freya walked in. Great! He wanted to go in first! When he got a pat on the shoulder, he watched as Chrsitof went, and just as the patchwork went into the mouth, Calder jumped out and grabbed his hand, holding it and following after.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:56 pm
The mouth opened wide for the group. Inside they were surrounded by a hot, wet darkness that throbbed with a deep, steady beat. With an exaggerated kiss in Roch's direction, the mouth retreated back into the wall, laughing softly all the way.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:09 pm
Christof was feeling a bit uncomfortable by the situation as a whole.
But so long as progress appeared to be being made.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:22 pm
Calder was surrounded by wall mouth and went from holding his friend's hand to clinging to his arm.
If this was Barth was, no wonder he was uncomfortable. He thought the bumper cars with the tongues was bad.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 10:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:09 pm
Entering from SOMEWHERE ELSE (It's a trap)
No sooner had Christof and his band of would-be rescuers had vanished into the wall, he was suddenly back again in an eruption of quickly re-expanding Fear. He rolled across the carpet, alone and frantic as he scrambled up to his feet again to madly rush back to the wall where the mouth-door had appeared. NO! NO NO NO NO NO HE HAD BEEN RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE SO CLOSE JUST THERE HE SAW HIM! He couldn't even recall what had happened, but he was stinging all over, breathless and sweating and singed. "HMMMMMM!!!" He howled, swinging a massive arm against the wall, frantically, again and again. No! NO! Barth had been... had been right there! He hadn't even stepped foot in the room behind this mocking wall before something had blown him back here. Little did he know how close he had come to a far more grizzly fate- but... but a quick pause to glance frantically over his hunch confirmed it. Calder and the first years were still there- still there saving Master without him. He slammed his fist into the wall again and again in a fit of rage- maybe if he could rip the dry wall down they'd be there, beyond the insulation and wiring....
The voice that had echoed from the mirrors returned, chuckling in the back of his head, Stupid, useless Igor.
His movements slowed until he slumped against the wall, his hunched shoulders shaking.
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