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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:25 pm
((Entering from ITS A TRAP))
Moments after Christof reappeared in the room, Herryk smashed into the floor. He did a few spry tumbles, a** over teakettle, before rolling to his feet. He knew Freya wasn't going to be behind him, but at least Christof was there.
He guessed.
Exhaling softly, Herryk moved to stand next to the Igor.
"Christof," he began, hoping to offer some type of comfort, "It will be okay. Calder and Freya... they ah.. well Calder is strong." Freya was tore up from the floor up but... well, Calder was determined, right?
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:12 am
The giant mouth formed on the wall once again, but this time remained stubbornly shut.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:31 am
"Where's Freya?" Roch demanded of the two that had come back. "What was in there?" He was frustrated. A part of him was screaming that he should have gone, and another part was screaming that he still should. And he had TRUSTED that big a** guy to take care of Freya, only to have the big a** guy show up here again with NO Freya!
That totally negated his ability to glare at people for staring at her a**, as far as Roch was concerned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:29 am
Herryk turned to Roch.
"Barth was there. And the false reapers. And bombs, as Roch can plainly see, that explode on impact. Herryk landed on one, and Christof must have too." Herryk feebly patted Christof on his hump before turning a thoughtful gaze back to the mouth that reappeared on the wall.
"Mouth. Herryk wants to go back in. Please."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 9:24 am
Christof wobbled a bit, teary eyes locked on his boots until Herryk's sudden address made him glance up. A fresh mouth had appeared! "Hrnnn!!" He whined, shuffling over to the tight-lipped portal, his left hand's claws bared. He was GOING back in! He needed to save his friends before Calder was caught too! He was not about to be polite about it, either. He was ready to give that mouth a fat lip if it said no.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 9:30 am
Herryk nodded at Christof's distress, trying to do his best to soothe the Igor. When Christof moved to the mouth Herryk followed quickly.
"Mouth," Herryk tried again, "Herryk and Christof would like to go back and help their friends. Please." If being polite didn't work, well, it was not beyond Herryk to pop the mouth with his fist.
He glanced at Christof before shrugging.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 10:39 am
Royalty wiggled his way out of the saddle bag on the floor and yawned. A short nap after pigging out was nice. Yeah. So nice. He gave a soft sigh then looked around, to thank that one ghoul who's food he filled up on.
....
"Where did they--" Royalty's eyes snapped up to the mouth on the wall.
Royalty adjusted his crown and simply glared at the mouth.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 2:36 pm
The mouth opened wide to laugh...and laugh...and laugh even more. It was odd to hear such energetic laughter in the sloth demon's voice. "...he issssssss killing himsssself. To protect one of yoursssssss. To keep from killing you." The small mouths spawned along the walls once again as the large fell fully open. They began whispering all at once.
xxxxxxxxxxx"Suicides can wrong."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Horribly."
xxxx"Badly wrong."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Fate worse than true death."
xxxx"Help.
x"Would you really do that to him?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Me."
xx"There's so much blood..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 2:42 pm
"Jack DAMMIT!" Roch bellowed, lunging forward. "Why are you telling them this? Why aren't you telling them how to free him? You're FEAR based! You should be on our side! You sadistic son of a b***h!!" His hands tightened on the neck of his guitar and he raised it threateningly. But to attack the wall was stupid. To threaten it was probably even more moronic.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 2:52 pm
The laughter softened, and it replied, "The only way to get out is to win...or simply give up. Would you like to try?"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Bye-bye birdie."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 2:54 pm
His jaw tightened and he lowered his guitar. "Yeah," he said, heading forward. "I want to try. Let me in, you jackin' Rocky Horror wanna be," he snarled, starting forward.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 2:58 pm
Christof's fist swung directly into that mocking mouth, again and again as he whined and snarled and groaned with frustration. Killing himself? What was going on in there? The non-reapers, and... and Calder.... hell's bells, what was Calder getting into? Freya was too weak to protect him, even if she had been at her best, but that last room had, frankly, knocked her silly.
He didn't care if it killed him. If he failed his Master.... how could he face Mistress again? How could he face School again? He couldn't go home, he'd never go home again, he didn't WANT to go home again, but an Igor needed a Master, he needed...
He needed his friends.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:01 pm
A strange still came over Herryk when the mouth started talking in that whispered Barth-voice that wasn't really Barth's. When the smaller mouths popped up along the wall, Herryk watched each of them speak in turn. It was confusing, and he didn't really understand what was being said or what the phrases pertained to... but there was one phrase he understood, one phrase that caused a sinking in his chest.
Bye-bye birdie.
Had Herryk's complexion been lighter, the loss of color in his face would have been much more significant than it was. Still, a pallor was noticeable on the draugr's skin.
"Ladybird?"
The nickname hadn't been used frequently throughout the duration of their stay in the house, and the mouth might not even had been speaking of Freya. It didn't matter, really. When Christof swung at the mouth, Herryk was standing there in a state of shock. He would do anything for Freya.
"Herryk is not leaving without his ladybird," he finally hissed, hands clenching into fists. "Herryk is done playing nice. Let us in."
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:04 pm
Not waiting for them to actually step in this time, the tongue simply slipped out and wrapped itself around the three of them, and pulled them in. The trip over was slightly more wet and claustrophobic than before, and eventually they landed back inside the room that was, indeed, a trap.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:16 pm
And thus, Christof was swallowed.
((Exiting to ITS A TRAP))
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