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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 12:59 pm
"Eh really?" He asked, relieved that she hadn't been harmed at all. "I'm glad you're safe then! Must of been scary though." He couldn't imagine what it would have been like, nor did he even want to try. It was enough that the pride demon was safe. Or... as safe as any of them anyways.
"No... not really. Not from that guy anyways. There were a few others though. I fought one of them and he even dropped this." He held out the pendant for her to see. "I'm hoping it's something important of his. I want him to be pissed off!" He growled the last bit. Obviously the black dog was still angry from results of the last fight. How dare that hooded guy mock him!
"Oh, hah hah!" He said, turning to the reaper boil when he spoke. "Very funny. Careful not to ruffle up what's left of that suit of yours." He countered; sticking his tongue out as he eyed the boil's outfit.
What was once a more than likely an expensive suit was now looking like nothing more than a tattered and dirt covered outfit that a hobo would have been proud of. Why was he even wearing an outfit like that to begin with? Though just as he was about to ask, the reaper boil mentioned Emily.
"Ah! I actually saw Emily just a moment ago." Though he was not going to say where. No way in hell was he ever going to mention that he walked in on her while she was in the ghoul's room. No way! Not ever!
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:03 pm
Calder’s first ride in an elevator taught him that he REALLY didn’t like elevators. They were small, tiny boxes, and now he agreed with Israfel. They were cages! The elevator had shut some sliding doors that came out of nowhere and the kelpie was instantly on edge. There were too many people around him and the creaking and noises around him only made him tap about in place, wanting to scoot back somewhere but finding himself just bumping into other students and further reminding him there was NO SPACE! He felt pent in, claustrophobic even, and really, really, really didn’t get why Barth thought this thing was such an amazing invention.
And then it moved, spiking Calder’s anxiety to new heights which weren’t improved by how LONG it took for them to move. Just on a verge of whimpering, the entire elevator jerked, causing Calder to latch onto his friend and even more pleased to know that Christof latched as well. If Christof was scared, that meant Calder wasn’t TOO ghoulish…..right? Another jerk had the kelpie practically trying to tear off Christof’s arm and then they fell!
A lot of screaming later – some from the ghouls and one from a boil who’d rather not bring that scream up again – and they dragged themselves out of the elevator. Calder was visibly shaking, stepping out as quickly as he could and rubbing his backside where he had landed. Ow.
And what did they almost break their tailbones to see? It wasn’t a glorious lounge to rest in but a laboratory. While it made Christof as giddy as a schoolghoul, Calder was less impressed. He walked about, frowning as he looked about before finally following a few students to the middle chamber. While some went inside, Calder stopped to rip off the note and read it out loud.
“We’e succeeded in capturing 413’s tag along, but the damage to the lab has proved extensive. Fortunately, the new fa…facilities are nearly completed. The subject’s strength is nearly on par with those two, and devious to boot. Likely it was expecting to be able to escape, but Dr. H proved the more devious by far in this by………..prove to be our most superior creation to date. We’re getting closer to the strength of our pred…pred…pred-e-cessors every day. The …” Calder was narrowing his eyes to read as he idly walked about, his voice echoing about the lab as he read out loud. “……next round of recruiting will be the largest. Our momentum grows expo…” He was skipping that word. “….and soon will come ..the…time…..It’s all smudgy.” He skipped on ahead. “….have to process it very slowly. It’s too valuable to simply add to the failures though needless impatience, however useful the fog might be.”
Calder lowered the note, confused. “That fog isn’t useful at all!” He hated that damn fog. He looked around before trotting over to Christof, wondering if he still had that pin and offering him the piece of paper that had to note to write on the back. “You work with scientists. What are they talking about?”
HP: 24
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 2:19 pm
Well, she did her best to watch her step, though it seemed her best wasn't enough. She slipped and landed flat on her a**. "Owwwww....oh hey...it is a chamber..."
The chamber looked ominous, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. Others had joined them now, but she decided to stick around Tybalt the best she could. She felt comfortable around him, and hoped that she provided him with the same comfort. She kinda wanted to hold onto his sweater or something, but could she? He was a ghost, but did this island make him solid? It did weird things to everyone. Perhaps she'd ask him at some point. "You ok Tybalt?"
She turned to the siren. She had seen him before at the scarentine auction, but she wasn't quite sure what his name was. "You're Israfel right? Sorry if I got it wrong, I don't think we were Ever introduced. I'm Whisper."
[[HP=23]]
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 4:09 pm
"Usually safe," Barth squeaked, as he stumbled out of the elevator. All the crashing and shuddering and light flickering were not signals of a healthy maintenance schedule. Someone had really let this place go to seed. ...Which made him feel a little better. It meant someone, somewhere, was slacking off.
He watched as Christof reattached his head, then scrambled excitedly off to look at the experimental equipment. He didn't recognize the machines, but given some time alone with them...
Tset was here, too. And Tybalt, and Israfel. Everyone had wound up in the same place after all. ...To his surprise, Rain was here too. He hadn't seen her since Christmas Town, but was grateful to have her in the party.
He listened as Carry finally answered.
"It was just you," Barth said to Carry, not exactly accusatory. "That they took."
He followed Christof into the chamber. Even though they had lost track of the sky and he wasn't wearing a watch, he was becoming more and more keenly aware of the time.
HP: 22
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 4:20 pm
As much as she did not like the lab, Tsetsiliya drew a quiet breath and followed the group that was drifting over towards the chamber and she stepped over the threshold. The door looked as though somebody had been especially angry.. or something was trying to get out. Her fingers traced some of the damage in the doorway. What in the world could have caused this?
The conversation drifted in one ear and out the other, and a few scattered phrases stayed with her. She learned that Carthusia was the only one who had been taken (which was both good news and bad news), and at said announcement from Barth, she gave the pride demoness a small smile.
"I-I am very much glad you are unhurt and with us again," she said. The poludnica had opened her mouth to say more, when she had spotted the gigantic hole in the middle of the floor. The air felt so constricting in the room, as though urging her to hurry. Hurry with what? She wanted off this island, surely, but so did the rest of the students present. Besides, she would never leave this mission undone unless circumstances prevented.. death, for example. She swallowed hard. Ren had come so close to knowing that one. Pale eyes wandered back towards the opening of the chamber, and she hoped that they were all okay, wherever they were in this strange building.
"What.. are you thinking is down there?" Tsetsiliya voiced her concern to nobody in particular as the others examined the room, but her eye was continuously drawn to this place. Where would the hole take them?
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 4:54 pm
"Hearing his name, Israfel's earwings flicked up in attention. That ghoul..he'd seen her before. "Ah...Yes, I'm Israfail- Er no! Israfel. Yes. Fel. Um, you said it was Whisper right?" Blinking he racked his brain. "Sorry, my memory is a bit choppy. I don't know what they were doing on this island, or to who, but that fog....Its bad. I'm just glad to be out of it."
Shuddering, The voice of Calder echoed, and Israfel blinked. "There were two other notes. One at the entrance and another on the stairs." Pulling the one he'd taken from the steps he showed it, mindful to keep it from getting to bent. "I didn't grab the one from the entrance but, they look like it was all the same person judging from the writings. The first one talked about transformations of some kind. It also mentioned a school, what I think was students, (it was really smudgy), and November. It said whatever they had been doing had taken place over generations but looking around..." He kicked some of the rubble. "I don't think they got what they wanted. There was also something about recovering what was lost to them." He paused, scanning the note he had, "The second note here from the stairs; it mentions Dr.H, the same name on the map from upstairs. One of the locked rooms. But, it basically says 413 was lost." A shiver. "It was apparently unexpected, also unexpected was their companion I think. At least that is what the note implies. It...it's really foreboding. Unpredictable power, Dr.H. And now this third note, with the mentions of the fog...."
Shaking his head, Israfel didn't want to dwell on it, but, the further the went, no doubt the more they would find. "Why do I feel like we're the new test subjects? It wouldn't be the first time The school sent us on some kind of crazy so called 'field trip'."
Oh the bitterness of JOY and Christmas still clung in his tiny siren heart. Bah-humbug.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:02 pm
The hunchback only half heard his fellow students hypothesizing, his own eyes doing their own sleuthing. Blood smeared here... to here... was the creature hurt? Or was it someone else's blood? He traced it along the door, examining for any signs of a struggle- ah, yes, here... there'd be no way to tell for sure what happened, but his inner Igor flickered images of a shadowy creature twisting off the head of one of it's captors. Ah, experiments gone awry in the exciting way. The worst he had witnessed in that sense was what had escaped from Barth's refrigerator.
He glanced inside the generator, laboratory-manufactured brain ticking. No, one did not step into a mysterious contraption right away. Not without looking to make sure it was unplugged first. He shifted to the scattered work benches, picking through debris for any sign of what might have happened here. SeaFear Island... His stitched lips pursed as he remembered the card from Christmas. See Fear at the Sea with SeaFear? He almost laughed. Maybe it was the exhaustion. And here he had thought perhaps it was an amusement park. He tugged at the knot keeping his head firmly in place.
Finding very little, he finally turned back to his friends and the machine, ignoring Calder's outstretched paper to knock a couple knuckles against the outside wall of the chamber. Well. The blood lead this way... Only one way to find out who's horribly neglected laboratory this was... and if they'd find anything more exciting along the way.
Much more cautiously than many of the other students, he stepped inside, eying the interior as he went. What was this for? Containment? It didn't seem like he would get trapped, not with that hole in the floor- but what was it containing? Maybe it had a dual purpose- his grip tightened on his Fear-sharpened pipe and he gave the interior wall a firm CLANG. Sometimes that made machines miraculously activate. If that failed, he could see just how durable a containment unit it had to be.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:43 pm
Whatever Christof was thinking, he didn’t seem to have the time or wanted to bother writing it down. Did he loose his pen or…as he back to being annoyed with him? Sighing, Calder thought of that moment they hugged to make up for the sudden disinterest and walked around till he went over to Israfel, someone who actually wanted to talk. “So they make something, this 413 – what a poor name for a creature! Could they at least called him Charles or Grimgra. I like Grimgra. So Grimgra was really powerful and Dr. H watched over him and was super powerful too. And then Grimgra made a friend. This …tagalong? Maybe it had a baby or made a friend. So Grimgra and Grimly Jr. wanted out, but Dr. H wouldn’t let them. Clearly.” He gestured to the huge tank of a containment unit that was kept to keep the poor creatures in. “And they got angry and busted out through this here hole.” To which he pointed down.
Looking down, he smiled. “So Dr. H didn’t get his way and Grimgra and Grimy Jr. ran away.” It was a nice story until Calder stood up and looked around. “I hope they ran away.” He didn’t like the idea of some strong creature hanging around to eat them.
“And all the other guys went to the new lab to do…..whatever they were doing before.” He looked around, wondering if anyone had anything to ad. “….that or Grimgra ate them. He doesn’t look the friendly type.” He looked up at the bloodstains.
“So maybe however Grimgra escaped is the way out of here!”
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:49 pm
Barth started to say something, fumbled it, and decided to let Christof explore without interruption.
He listened again, this time to Israfel and Calder's summaries and conjectures. Experiment 413. He had never been too interested in the medical sciences, personally. Machines could do much more than biology ever could, affording ease and comfort without labor, all the work transferred into one knob twist. Making things better, stronger, faster peaked his interest less than making things easier.
"Hopefully he is the full and no longer hungry type," Barth said to Calder. "Or the injured in such a way to only need a bit of help out type. Not from me, of course."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:10 pm
Growing disinterested in the broken containment chamber, the hunchback hauled up a piece of shattered equipment, eyes practically sparkling as he pushed his way back to where Barth stood with the Kelpie and Siren, holding it out like a dog that had just found a really fabulous thing somewhere in the bushes and now it was on Master's shoes.
Whatever this place was, it was marvelous!
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:15 pm
Carthusia was listening to the conjectures the other students were making about the subject known as 413. All the while, she was staring intently at the pendant Tybalt had shown her. She shook her head after a few moments, hearing from Barth and the others that she'd been the only one taken. That thought both eased and disturbed her. "I wish I knew what they wanted." the demon uttered quietly, turning away to survey the rest of the room. After listening to Calder's story, Carry frowned and thought the same thing as Barth - whatever it was, she hoped it was gone, full, happy, and in no mood to return. The lab seemed empty enough, but seeming is completely separate from being.
"There's something else here, isn't there?" Pride had asked, staring at Christof. The hunchback seemed to be having a blast here. Maybe he could figure out something that the others could not? He seemed interested in science at least, something that made Carry rather uneasy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:28 pm
He looked about, folding the note to pocket it and looking around. "Yeah....I hope Grimgra is happy." Both because he didn't want to be turned into a desperate meal for the creature and because he did hope for the best. Something about this chamber was really depressing, and he felt the strong desire to leave it. "It's really unsettling in here. Can we leave? I don't think Grimgra had a happy time here. If he wanted out so badly, he must have had a miserable life. Not free at all. Just trapped in a small little place." The idea of being caged up deeply upset the kelpie, who then started to move out.
That was until Christof came over, beaming at them, and holding out a...a....well Calder wasn't sure what the heck it was. "That's ...very pretty, Christof." Whatever it was.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:37 pm
Screw rope ladders.
If it wasn't for the note on the tomb stone, or the metric crap-ton of foot prints that said 'students are here' Sammy might have avoided the long drawn out climb down the ladder. None the less she took it in stride before finally entering the strange compound fully. "Jack Dammit it's like one of those cheesy monster mansion games Siddie always loves..." Except creepier, you know, with the voice and the fog informing her she would be dying in the near future.
Pausing for a moment Sammy took a chance to breath. Well, not really breath but gurgle and hiss as she tried to get the water out of her lungs. It wasn't necessary, but the weight it put in her chest was annoying and slowed her down. Not to mention her body kept having spasms of coughing to try and clear it up anyway. This didn't go over to well and ended up just causing her to feel more aches and pains.
Taking a moment to wander around the third floor she found most of it locked and blocked off. In one room she noted that the floor was missing and another floor below, the stairs didn't look much more trusting. Nor did she want to know what the slime on it was. So she opted for an elevator... which was crashed a floor below. With a heavy sigh she turned to face the stairs before marching over and attempting to wiggle her way down. Instead she failed wonderfully and fell about halfway down, got up, fell again, and ended up at the bottom groaning slightly from the pain.
"I hate this place. I hate this school. I hate everything," she said with a whine as she hit the bottom of the stairs. Glancing up she could make out other students milling about, apparently this was where everyone got too.
"Am I late to the party?" She said with another heavy wet cough.
(( Sammy is at 22 for missing an initial choice for 3 damage ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:48 pm
No more elevators, no matter how horrible the stairs looked, Siddie decided. She tried futilely to brush the dust off her skirt. Stupid, stupid thing to worry about, with all the things they had to worry about now, but it was just one more thing in a whole pile of awful. She listened with half an ear to the conversation; she didn't particularly like what she heard, either. So this ... thing ... had escaped? The fog ... useful? "Does that mean they made the fog?" she thought aloud.
Her musings were interrupted by the sound of someone landing with a thump at the bottom of the stairs, and then a familiar voice. "Sammy!" she almost shouted, and ran across the room to help the zombie ghoul up so that she could attach herself to her friend's side. "I was worried about you."
(( HP: 24 ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:56 pm
Before Sammy could really figure out what was going on Siddie was beside her tugging her up and latching onto her. For now her mace and flashlight lay on the ground as she hugged the other ghoul back with a sigh. "Nice to see a friendly face, I saw Rain on the way... but I lost sight of her in the fog." With Siddie close she could clearly hear the wateryness to Sammy's voice. The poor girl wasn't in the best of shape.
Taking a moment to untangle herself from Siddie she stooped down to grab her mace and flashlight before shuffling along into the room to take a glance at the chamber, even from here she had a bad feeling about that and started to shuffle away from it ever so slightl towards the Elevator instead. "Jack-all what happened in this place..."
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